Chapter 2: Making Mistake Number One

It's been a week since Tyson, Natalya and I were sent to two different shows. Subsequently, tonight is also my first night as an official diva of Monday Night Raw. I'm nervous. I've never had to wrestle in front of a crowd as big as the sold out Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make a good impression but I really hope to. I pull my brand new 2009 Dodge Charger, turns out you get paid rather well to be a diva, into a parking space and head inside to my locker room.

I'm passing superstars I couldn't even dream of and I'm so busy looking that I don't notice the blonde hunk I run into. It's like hitting a brick wall and I fall flat on my ass. "Sorry," I say getting up and looking at him. I'm stunned. Two cold blue eyes are set in a handsome face and his blonde hair is cropped close to his head. And he looks familiar.

"Jeez, watch where you're going," he says. And just like that, any cuteness he had is gone. He's rude and crude, almost as bad as David.

"Whoa, who the hell do you think you are? I said I was sorry, at least you could have acknowledged that." I say.

"Well, well, well. You're either extremely brave or extremely stupid. Do you know who I am?"

"No and I don't care to know either."

"Well, for your information I'm Chris Jericho," he says as if the name was suppose to make him a god. That's when I realize where I've seen him before. His picture hangs on the alumni wall in The Dungeon.

"You trained at Stu Hartt's Dungeon didn't you?"

He rolls his eyes, "You must be Meghan. Vince told me all about you."

"Oh? And what did he say?"

"That you're from The Dungeon and you're trying to make a name for yourself on Raw. Let me tell you something, Meghan. If you're gonna make a name for yourself, best not to piss off the guy who baisically runs Raw." Chris says darkly.

"Don't talk to me like that, Jericho." I say angrily. I just met the guy and I'm already starting to hate him. And yet…part of me is attracted to him. Maybe it's animal magnetism. I mean, after all the guys a total pig. "Besides, the WWE champion runs Raw and the last time I checked that was Randy Orton."

He glares at me, "Think your funny, eh?"

"Oh please don't be stereotypical." I say rolling my eyes. "Adding eh at the end of your sentences, next thing I know you'll be saying aboot and don'tcha know."

"You're just a riot," he growls at me. A crowd has started to form around us as Jericho says, "You better make sure you're ready for a fight if you keep talking."

"Hey you two, break it up!" U.S. champion Kofi Kingston says, coming to stand between us. "Save the tension for the ring."

Chris mumbles something before turning and leaving. "Thanks." I tell Kofi.

"Don't sweat it. Jericho's one of the biggest jerks in the company," he nods. Extending a hand he smiles, "My names Kofi Kingston. Who are you?"

"Meghan Stevenson. I'm new." I say shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you Meghan. Want the grand tour?" Kofi's nothing like Chris. First of all, he's sweet and bubbly. Second of all…well…Kofi's Jamacin.

"As nice as that sounds, I really should just get my things in my locker room and go hit the gym."

"Okay. Just curious, what room do you have?"

"219."

"Your right next door to my room with Mickie James. You'll like her. She's a nice girl," Kofi nods, "I'll lead you to your room."

The two of us walk to our rooms and I smile, "Thanks Kofi. I have a feeling you and I are going to be good friends."

"So do I." Kofi nods in agreement.

I enter my room to see and intergetic, young brunette. "You must be Meghan! I'm Mickie!" she smiles.

"Nice to meet you Mickie. Kofi said you were a nice person."

Mickie turns about thirteen shades of red. "Kofi's always saying things like that."

"Oh," I respond. "Um, I'm gonna change and hit the gym. Is there anything I should be cautious of?"

"Make sure to avoid the gym players." Mickie says.

"Gym players?"

"Superstars who hit on chicks but don't take rejection well. Be especially careful of Ted Dibiase jr and Cody Rhodes."

"I'll heed that warning." I nod as I finish changing into my white tank top and black basketball shorts.

"Good. What match do you have tonight?" Mickie asks.

"I'm opening up the show against Rosa Mendez."

"You've got one hell of a match ahead of you depending on where you trained."

"The Dungeon."

Mickie looks at me, "The Dungeon!?"

I nod before leaving. Obviously she's surprised.

The noise in the gym, which is by far bigger than the gym at The Dungeon, is ten times louder than I would have liked. Men are horseplaying and flirting with diva's while diva's are gossiping and flirting back with the men. You know that Bowling For Soup song "High School Never Ends"? It's pretty much true in this case. And I hate it.

I walk over to the treadmill and start to jog at the highest speed I'm use to. I'm so busy working out that I don't notice the group gathering around the door as if something wonderful is happening. That when I hear his voice, "So, yeah. I'm from The Dungeon. It's a pretty nice place." And suddenly, the reason that my two best friends and I were split up is evident. The reason they were sent to ECW was so that David and I could be sent to Raw.

The crows starts parting and I can see him perfectly. He's already in his ring gear, no doubt so he can brag about how he's the perfect package. His eyes meet mine and he saunters over like his shit don't stink. "Meghan," he smirks.

I step off the treadmill, "David."

"Told you that you'd regret not agreeing to be my tag team partner."

I narrow my eyes, "Wait…you knew?"

"Of course I knew! Shane McMahon is a friend of mine and he gave me a heads up." David smirks, "I knew you'd be separated from your friends. Hell, I even came to you and asked so you'd at least have one friend on Raw. But you denied me and look where that got you."

Out of impulse, I do the one thing that I probably shouldn't. My hand curls into a fist and I punch David square in the jaw. He falls flat on his ass and then looks up at me like I killed his mother. "Oh you'll regret that you bitch!" he shouts pushing himself off of the ground.

"I don't see anyone here big enough to make me you coward!" I shout. The stare between us is impassioned and that passion definitely isn't love. It's a fierce and unbridled hatred. Imagine the Guerrero/Mysterio feud at its peak…only ten times worse.

"One of these days Meghan, you'll regret what you've done." David growls.

"And one of these days, Smith, I might believe you." I storm past him and out of the gym. Screw working out. I don't want to lift weights or run on a treadmill. What I do want is to curl up in my locker room and cry. Cry about not being confident in my talents. Cry about being afraid to be alone. But I want mostly to cry because I'm scared. I'm scared of what's going to happen to my life.

But I won't. I won't cry because I am a woman and I am strong.