Preface~

"And the new World Heavy Weight Champion is The Undertaker!" The ring announcer said as the two siblings waited. As soon as he finished the two were jumping up and down screaming and smiling.

"I knew, knew it! I told you he'd win!" Andrea, or more known as Andy said to her young brother.

"Oh whatever! You were right once!" Andrew said poking his sister. They were close. Odd to their family considering they were total opposites on the outside. Andy ran a hand through her disheveled dyed hair. The tips were red and orange, like flames and seemed to lick their way up her hair. Andrew rolled his eyes and his dark bangs fell into his face.

"I am always right." Andrew through a fake punch and hit her shoulder. "Aw but you love me." Andy put her brother in a headlock and they wrestled it out. Finally Andrew tapped and Andy made a 'ding' noise. "I win!" The eleven year old bounced. "God, Bud imagine if we were able to become Superstars! It would be so cool! Meeting Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Jerry 'the King' Lawler and JR! Oh and the Undertaker!" Andy exclaimed reciting her favorite superstars. Andrew watched his sister day dream and laughed.

"That'd be cool! Andrew Alvarez, entering the ring with Andy Alvarez!" He used her brush as a microphone. "The United States Champion, Andrew!" Andy grabbed the brush.

"And ringside, the Divas Champion, Andy!" They laughed and finished watching SmackDown. Little did they know their dreams would be almost fulfilled.

Chapter.1

Andy Carson-Alvarez couldn't help but smile at where she was now. Her eyes swept out over the arena. How she had dreamed of this so many nights and now she was finally here!

"I can't thank you enough Oscar." Andy said to her best guy friend Oscar Gutierrez aka Rey Mysterio. The short superstar looked up at the young woman.

"You're welcome Niña. Just remember that I'm not your 'Master'." His air quotes made her laugh slightly. "I remember how your brother and you use to go on and on about how much you wanted to be here. And after all you are one of the best athletes I know." He motioned to her towering frame. Standing 5 foot 9, Andy stood over the man.

"Yeah but this is so much better! I just….I can never thank you enough, especially since I didn't have to go through all of that NXT crap." He laughed with her. Tonight on March 14 she'd become an official WWE Diva, well in her mind anyway. If only her brother were here….

"You'll make us all proud, Andy. Now I think you should go talk to your 'Master'." She nudged his arm before following him backstage and to the dressing rooms. She started to grind her teeth at the sight of all the other Divas and Superstars. Oscar sensed her worry and turned to her. "Ignore the stares. You know and I know that this is where you want to be, right?" She nodded. "Then get your butt in there." He pointed to his dressing room and she gulped. Oscar rolled his eyes and gave her a shove. Andy stumbled her way to the door before knocking.

"Come in." She heard after what seemed like an eternity. She turned the knob and opened it. There he stood. She opened her mouth to say something but all her words flew out of her mind. He made the first move. "You're Andy Alvarez?" She nodded. "Hmm….Not what I expected but then again Oscar is one for secrets." He motioned towards a chair and closed the door behind her. "Sit." She obeyed and he sat across from her. "Care to tell me a little about yourself. By the way, I like the hair." Her choppy bangs fell into her eyes a little and all of the tips were a shocking red, the way she had it when she was younger. Before the accident….

"Well….There isn't a lot to tell really." He watched her.

"Anything, I'm serious. Favorite color? Book? Why you wanted to come to the WWE? Or RAW for that matter?" She felt like she was in an interview.

"I don't really have a favorite color. For books well…." She laughed a little, her hair bouncing off her shoulders. "I kinda like Anne Rice and Julie Anne Peters books." He smiled and she bit her lip. "As why I want to be here…" She took a deep breathe. "My brother and I wanted to always be in the WWE and not just as fans. He wasn't able to make it, but I was and it's just everything to me." She rushed out. He blinked.

"That's a really good reason." A knock came at the door. He stood and opened it. And who was there? None other than John Cena. Cold shower, Andy had to think. The purpled up Superstar talked to Randy and didn't seem to see her. Good, she thought, then I won't make an idiot of myself. But that thought came a little too late.

"Gonna introduce me?" John said looking at the stunning woman with dark and brilliant red and black hair. Randy Orton nodded and moved aside.

"John, Andy. My new apprentice." Andy liked the way it sounded and smiled a little. John starred at the woman with long legs, covered in skinny black jeans, and a band T-shirt.

"Hi." Andy mumbled holding out her hand. John barely managed a hello and shook her hand. Her skin was soft.

"So introductions over, bye Cena." Randy said pulling the blonde superstar out of the dressing room, leaving Andy alone.

"Who is she?" John asked once out of the room. Randy rolled his eyes.

"Once of Oscar's friends and my new apprentice, according to the GM anyway. So Johnny boy, like her?" Cena shook his head and marched down the hall, thinking of the long legged, pale woman that would be the new WWE Diva. At least he'd be working with her someway.

Back in the room, Randy told Andy to go to the Divas locker room and change into her attire. She nodded and said her thanks. Walking into the locker room, Andy felt out of place. A blonde looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"So you are the new Diva? What was it…? Andrea? Angela?" Andy bit her lip. "Oh right, Andy." Michelle McCool laughed with a southern accent. "Just don't get in my way sweetie and we won't have a problem." The blonde flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked out. Andy quietly made her way to the locker she had put her things in earlier that day. A brunette looked up after lacing her boots.

"Sorry about that." She said, an accent hinting its way in. "Michelle is a little grouchy today but she'll come around. Welcome here." Layla El said walking after her partner. Now Andy felt more self-cautious. She started to strip out of her shirt and jeans, fitting herself into a pair of black shorts and a red tank top. Over the top she put another one with rips around the stomach, looking like she had been Freddy Kruegered. The red shown underneath and added a nice touch. She pulled out her mid-calf length boots and slipped them on over her socks. The black boots were easy to lace and she managed to be ready quicker than she thought she'd be. Just as she was about to sit up, she hit her head on something with a horrid smacking sound.

"Ah shit sorry." A very feminine voice said rubbing their jaw. "That was my fault. I thought you would take a little longer." Barbie Blank muttered and gave a small smile. "You're Andy right? Well good luck tonight and a word of advice." The blonde leaned into Andy's ear. "Interrupt when you want." Andy laughed. Barbie aka Kelly Kelly, walked away with a wave. This was not how Andy had pictured. First she made a fool in front of her 'boss' and then already made an enemy with someone who could most defiantly kick her ass. And just hurt the most gorgeous Diva ever. Nope not how she wanted it. As she walked down the hallway towards Randy's dressing room Oscar stopped her.

"Everything okay so far? If so I think I am going to leave. I owe my wife a call and everything." Andy told him everything was okay and to go ahead and leave. He had only been there because she needed moral support. Arriving at Randy's room, he told her to get ready for her big debut. Right now was not the time for getting butterflies, but her stomach and nerves were in overdrive. Let's hope I don't puke, she thought numbly.

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