Chapter 1

~One year later~

"So now that your contract is up, are you going to return to WWE?" Jeff asked.

"I'm not sure. I mean I already gave up the Knockouts belt so that way I could go smoothly. I want to pitch my idea to them again. I think maybe if I show them footage of what I did and what the other Knockouts did, I could convince them. I made charts, I have videos, I made a business proposal. I don't know what else there is left to do." I said.

"Damn, girl. Looks like you got everything covered. All that's left to do is present it to the board. Which means if it goes through I won't get to see you as much."

I hugged Jeff tight and petted his hair back. "I know, Jeffy. It'll suck. I feel like we've gotten closer."

"We got real close that one night." He chuckled.

"Jeff, seriously. Mention it again and I'll cut your dick off."

"Oh c'mon. You know it was good and fun. But i guess I won't mention it. Doesn't mean I won't think about it."

I gave him a playful nudge and rolled my eyes. "Shut up. Please."

"So...what about those guys? Are you gonna try and patch things up with them?"

"Yeah, well at least try to. I haven't talked to them in a year despite them calling, texting, and messaging me over facebook. They would want to know about the baby. I just hope they can understand why I did what I did." I said. I stared down at my shoes as al the guilty feelings rushed back. Roman and Seth might never forgive me. I had to prepared myself to accept that but it wasn't easy.

"When's your flight leave?" Jeff asked, pulling me out of my funk.

"In about two hours. I've got to do some last minute packing since I don't know how long I'll be there."

"Well, you know the drill. if you need anything just call me."

"I know, Jeff. Hopefully this time I won't need any saving."

"I'm glad you guys decided to see me. I've been planning out everything for this proposal." I connected my USB drive to the laptop so that way the videos would project on the screen in front of the board. Taking a deep breath, I tried to settle my nerves and make my voice not sound so shaky.

"Ever since we made the switch from the Women's belt to the Diva's championship it seems that all the talent went along with it. I don't mean to insult anyone at all, but our female athletes are just not up to par with the women before us. I'd like to bring that back and there are lots of fans who I think would agree."

I broke into statics, showing graphs, and percentages. I made sure the research I drove myself crazy for a year was absolutely perfect. I answered every question they threw at me. There were no cracks and soon enough my confidence slowly boosted.

"As you may know I spent a year at TNA. Obviously this company isn't anything compared to the WWE but their Knockouts division is 10 times better than our Diva's division. These girls aren't afraid to get dirty. They have characters who are 'slutty' or 'dumb' but they aren't actually like that. Unfortunately that isn't the case with our Divas. They care more about their appearance than being actual athletes. And I think it's partially the fault of the trainers. They aren't getting the training they need to become main eventers."

Stephanie and Paul turned towards each other and began whispering. Now the nervousness was coming back. Knots were churning in my stomach and I wanted to vomit. No, i kept repeating, No. You have to do this. You have to.

I clicked threw the montage of videos I had recorded during my time at TNA. "We had ladder matches for contracts and title opportunities. If the girls are worried about getting hurt, they're obviously in the wrong business. Why did so many fans love and respect people like Lita, Chyna, Trish and Victoria, because they went the extra mile, to the extreme. There should be a match with top female contenders at Money In the Bank. There should be a briefcase with a contract for the Diva's title." And please don't fucking make it pink. "There should be battle royales and TLC matches. If these were to happen less people would change the channel when the Diva's come on, which leads to more revenue, support, and deeper connection with our female fans."

God, are they buying it? Fuck...

"So i propose that I lead female training. Me as well as a group of other trainers will whip these women into shape. They have to be willing to take more chances, and if there are any of the girls who don't want to participate well...that could just be a start to a deep seeded rivalry. I love wrestling and I would so desperately want to be apart of this company and make the women's division what it used to be. Hell, we could even start fundraiser to encourage young girls to be strong! Just think of the impact we could have showing them that girls can do anything boys can. That alone just makes me so happy..."

More whispering. Why did they whisper so much?! It was like pulling teeth. I needed to know exactly what they thought about this idea that now seemed like a shot in the dark. Finally Stephanie spoke.

"This will be extremely developmental but we'll let you do it under one condition."

"And that is?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat.

"We'd like you to join our cast of Total Divas. If we record what you're going to be doing during training, we can hype up the girls being 'new and improved'." Paul said.

"But you've got to back it up with actually putting them in longer matches and having them fight. There has to be more than just 'I tap out after a second of being in the Black Widow'." I might have been a little out of line but it needed to be said. "I want it written, a contractual obligation to improve the quality of our women's division with all the things I've proposed today and i want the basis of our new charitable organization ironed out. I'm completely serious here guys."

"We understand that and like we're you're going. We'll type up another contract while you have your lawyers look over the one for Total Divas. How does that sound?" Stephanie asked.

"It sounds like a deal. I'll be around town for the next few days, waiting to hear from you." I politely gathered my things and was ready to leave.

"Oh and Leena, we thought you'd might like to see what you'd be making while you're on the show." Paul handed me a slip of paper with a salary number on it.

Holy shit...

"Thank you, Paul. Oh, would there be any problems with me visiting RAW tonight?"

"You're contract with TNA is up, so feel free to do whatever you'd like. Tell security I sent you."

Well he wasn't such an asshole after all.

That little shit was busy stuffing his face at the catering table. Christ, he never changed. Though my heels clacked against the concrete floor he didn't hear me approach him from behind. I tapped his shoulder and almost got splattered with powdered sugar from the doughnut he was shoving in his mouth. His eyes went wide in the stupid surprised look he always gave to the audience. With a hard swallow he finally spoke.

"WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Dean yelled.

"A 'nice to see you' would have sufficed." He squeezed me tight, almost taking the breath right out of me.

"I missed you so much. Oh my god." He pulled away suddenly then looked at my stomach. "What about the baby? Did you have the baby?"

"Actually I'm glad I ran into you. Do you think you could get Roman and Seth in a room so I could talk to them? How are they doing?"

"Better. They're on good terms now. Finally acting like friends again. They've been getting close too. It's nice not to hear them fight. But yeah, I think i can set something up for you. How long are you in town for?" he asked.

"Probably a week. I had a board meeting today and they might let me take over Diva's training and revamp the whole division. Pretty exciting stuff." I replied.

"No shit! Well I hope you get the job. Better then hearing those bitches scream for 5 minutes straight than complain about hair pulling."

I smiled. "My point exactly. So anyway, fill me in on what's been going on around here."

"Girl, you don't even know..."