Chapter 1:

He looked over the papers on his desk, wondering if he'd ever see his desk again. With CM Punk gone the crowds were eager to find fault with the administration. And the fault they had picked on was the Diva's division. Or rather, the lack of it. Sipping his coffee, he looked at his diary, while wondering what to do. The problem was evident. He'd lost Beth Phoenix, who'd gone to have a baby, and Karma, who'd done the same. Kaitlyn had gone to do other things, despite trying to get her to stay. Eve had quit in true Diva style, no forewarning, just bam, done. And now Brie Bella had taken time away from the ring. Alicia Fox's unhinged storyline wasn't going well either. The young Diva's champ Paige had wet the fans appetite for a different breed of Diva, that much was clear. He looked up as the door knocked, and smiled as in came Stephanie and Hunter, aka Triple H.

"You asked to see us, Dad?" asked Stephanie as Triple H shut the door.

"Take a seat, both of you." He said, and watched as both gave each other the look that said they were wary. "I'm in no mood for games, so I'll cut to the chase. The Diva's division is in a state, and you two are responsible. I don't want to hear excuses, I'm telling you that you have one month to fix it. And you better bring in the best you can find, I don't want another pretty face, I want a fighter. You have two months to find me a Diva suitable. Or you will both be out of a job." He looked at them both as they stared back surprised.

"But Dad…"

"Vince…"

"I'm doing what's best for business, as you both put it on air. If you two can't do your job, I'll find someone who can do it here for me. Now go. I have a meeting in ten minutes." He interrupted. The pair scrambled from the room, neither looking happy with his actions. With a smile he stood and adjusted his tie in the office mirror. He wasn't really going to fire them, but he knew the effects his words would have on them. You didn't second guess Vincent Kennedy McMahon.

A week later, Triple H was talking to The Undertaker. He'd explained the situation at hand, and Undertaker had listened carefully. Later that evening, Triple H found an email in his inbox from the man, listing links to several low level wrestling websites, with notes on which girls might be of interest. Triple H and Stephanie then spent several weeks looking up these girls, meeting one or two and watching them to see what they had in them. Trips across the country, even overseas. But the result was always the same. Too raw, a looker rather than a fighter. No interests other than fame and fortune. Too many alarmingly like Summer Rae, Eva Marie and Aksana.

It was now almost two weeks till the deadline of finding someone and SummerSlam was in three days. They were at a gym in San Antonio after meeting Shawn Michaels for an early breakfast. They were supposed to meet their next prospect at eight thirty. Except she wasn't there.

"Your girl is late, Francis." Said Hunter. He looked across at the man stood next to the ring, who in turn was scowling at the door.

"I know, and I'm going to tear her a new one." He growled, well aware what a chance she was throwing away by being late. Five minutes became ten, and ten became fifteen. Finally the girl wandered in at quarter to nine. Steph and Hunter watched as Francis verbally ripped her a new one, as promised, and the girl shrugged it off.

"Too cocky for my liking," said Steph under her breath. "Too much fake tan, or sun bed either. I'm not impressed." Hunter nodded to say he'd heard and he agreed. The other girl who'd been asked to spar with their potential Diva looked uncomfortable, bored even.

"Ok, Melissa, let's see what you and Rhianna can do." Triple H called out. Francis nodded, and ushered the two in to the ring.

For 20 minutes, they watched a cringe worthy performance from the two girls.

"This is..."

"Awful," finished Hunter. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Rhianna has no idea what she's supposed to be doing, and Melissa thinks we're looking for another Summer Rae."

"There's no fluid motion to their moves, there's no confidence in their actions. I don't even see room for potential improvement." Steph said. Another ten minutes went by, before Hunter shook his head, and picked up his jacket.

"I think we've seen quite enough." Said Steph. "I'm not going to lie, that was hands down, the single worst performance I've ever seen. I don't believe you even want to be here, never mind want to wrestle. You'll never make the WWE with that kind of attitude, and frankly, Francis has his work cut out." Steph said, before she and Hunter walked out of the gym. Wails of despair and an angry tirade followed them as they walked down the corridor.

"And after that reaction, I don't think I ever want to see them either." Said Hunter, before putting his finger in his ear as if clearing it after a loud yell.

As the pair sat in their hotel room, Hunter once again went over the list of people The Undertaker had sent him. It was getting frustrating, he decided. There had to be someone, just one Diva was all they needed to save their jobs, and although he hated to admit it, the old man was right. The Diva's division was in a state, and Lord only knew what it would take to save it. As he deleted the link for this morning's failure, he paused.

"Steph, wait a second, we missed one," he said, looking at a link that he'd skipped over.

"We did? Where?" she replied, coming over. Looking at the laptop, they watched as Hunter went to the website, and looked for the roster section, before finding the person that The Undertaker had identified. The True Tomboy, she called herself. She fought against guys, and won, a real rebel in a guy's world. A profile of her that detailed her history, her likes and dislikes, and above all else, the one person she would give anything to train under. Video's littered the roster page, an impressive title run for the organisation, like many before them. But, this one was different. She had an edge, an attitude that stuck out a mile.

"Stop...do you see what I see?" asked Steph as Hunter paused the video. She pointed to the girl's arm.

"I see it all too well. I think we might have found someone, Steph. If we can get hold of her." He checked the time. It was 11am, which meant it was 5pm where she lived. "Well, I can but try." He picked up his phone and dialled the number on the website.

Half an hour later, he'd secured a visit, but it would have to wait till after SummerSlam. The girl, and the guys she wrestled with, were on holiday in the States. She wouldn't be back again till two days afterwards. Perhaps it was going to be more difficult than they thought to pin someone down.

Or perhaps not, as fate would have it. The pair were in Los Angeles for Summer Slam, which was as usual at the Staples Centre. As the crowds filtered in and it began to fill, Triple H was in the TV truck. He was watching as the cameras scanned the crowds, took in the families that were there to enjoy the SummerSlam fun. As the camera panned a group of six ringside, he saw a familiar face.

"Stop, tell the cameraman to pan back over that group, go back to the girl," he said urgently, as he pulled out his phone and dialled a number. The cameraman did as asked. "I know her…I know that girl. Steph, come to the TV truck, quickly. I need you to see someone."

Ringside, the group of six chatted and laughed, excitement in the air as the time for the show to start drew near.

"You excited about seeing him?" asked one of the guys of the girl.

"Am I ever! I've dreamed of this night time and time and time again. To see The Undertaker in action, maybe even touch his arm if he ends up at the barriers." She said, her eyes alight with the excitement of it all.

"Sure you won't faint, Ceri?" asked another, and she laughed, swept her black hair from her face and said she just might if he comes close enough. There was more good natured teasing, all six laughing and joking with each other. They watched the show, roaring as one when the people they liked came out, and all standing and bowing when The Undertaker made his appearance. Ceri screamed the loudest of them all when he won.

Once the show was over, and the crowds had almost left, the six were getting their things together when a voice called out.

"Excuse me…Miss…" The group turned to see, to their surprise, John Cena.

"Me?" Ceri asked, confused.

"Yes Ma'am. I've been asked to ask you if you would accompany me to Triple H's office for a moment?" John smiled as the girl looked at her friends, unsure if this was some kind of prank. "Your friends are welcome to hop in to the ring and have a rough and tumble."

"Go on, Ceri, go, we'll wait for you here." Said one of her friends, giving her a shove as a few of the roster came out. John held out a hand and helped Ceri over the barrier, and the pair walked off up the walkway.

Her stomach was doing somersaults, her hands shook as John lead her past the stars backstage, Roman giving her a smile that almost make her knees fail as she passed The Shield talking to Batista and Randy Orton. What on earth did The Game want to see her about? And did he even know who she was? After what seemed like forever, they arrived at the door. John smiled, knocked the door and as a voice answered, he walked off, calling to Justin Gabriel as he went.

"Come in!" the voice called, and nervously she opened the door. Stepping inside, she was faced with Triple H and Stephanie McMahon.

"Oh shit..." she managed under her breath as they smiled at her.

"Ceridwen Blackheart, right?" asked Steph. Ceridwen nodded, her black hair bouncing a little as she did so.

"Don't look so worried, sweetheart. I've been chasing you for a few days, you know. Had I known you'd be here earlier, I'd have organised this for before the show." Triple H smiled, as he looked her up and down. Her ring attire wasn't much different from what she normally wore, he realised. Cut off shorts, a t-shirt with the arms and neck missing, and trainers. Except this t-shirt was a wrestler's t-shirt, not a plain black like in the ring, and the cut off shorts were camouflage unlike her plain black wrestling shorts.

"Organised what, Sir?" she asked.

"Ceridwen, how would you like the opportunity to get a WWE contract. As in, right now?" He asked.

"Right now? I...yes, yes of course, what do I need to do?" she asked, and the COO smiled at the flare of excitement in her green eyes.

"Well, let's head down to the ring. I'll pit you against one of our guys, as that's who you seem to fight, and we'll see what you can do. And please, call me Hunter." He said offering a hand to her to shake. Ceridwen took it nervously, and found herself turned around and lead back to the ring.

As they walked, other wrestlers watched on as Hunter talked to her, wondering who this girl was, and where had she come from.

"You think she's who H has been looking for?" asked Seth Rollins as they passed the group again.

"Hope so. They need to find someone to appease the fans before Punk comes back." Said Randy.

"Yeah, cause my quitting isn't really going to help any." Batista added, and the group laughed as Triple H beckoned to Adam Rose before walking out to the arena.

"Ok, Tomboy. I want to see you and Adam go one on one. I want to see what you can do." Triple H said.

"Are you sure, Sir?" asked Adam, removing his lollipop from his mouth. "I don't want to hurt the girl." At this point the guys from her promotion laughed.

"Hurt The True Tomboy? That's a good one!" said one guy.

"She'll bleed before she lets anyone get the better of her," added another.

"Guys...shhhh...cut it out..." Ceridwen implored helplessly, and Hunter found himself laughing. After reassuring Adam he was sure Ceridwen would be just fine, and realising they were quickly amassing an audience, he called over to a nearby referee and they got a match underway.

"This...this is..."began Steph as she watched.

"Exactly what we're looking for." Finished Hunter. "She's got the force, she's got the commitment behind every move. The persona doesn't take a back seat in the ring, it comes to life, it enforces what she is and what she can do. And hurts," he added cringing as Adam got a nasty European uppercut, before being treated to a drop toe hold and a bridge to pin him.

"There's so much potential here, Hunter. She could be greater than great, if we let her study under the right person, the right mentor. Hell, we could even have it as a main roster storyline." Stephanie said as Adam kicked out, and Ceridwen got back in to the turnbuckle, climbed and pulled out an RVD staple, a split leg moonsault, landing on Adam.

"You think Vince would allow it?" asked Hunter.

"If we show him footage of this girl, I can't see why he wouldn't. Where's Taker?" she asked, realising most of the roster were ringside.

"At the top of the walkway. He's been watching all the time we've been here. Word travels fast if you're a Taker fan, more so if you have his symbol inked on your arm." Hunter said, as he looked up at the top of the walkway.

The Undertaker sat at the top, watching the action in the ring as he discussed it with Roman Reigns.

"She's got a nice, rough brawler kind of style. I like it." Roman commented.

"That's true. If someone were to take her by the hand, show her the ropes, she could become something amazing, I reckon." Undertaker said.

"Not something you'd be interested in then?" Roman asked. Undertaker laughed.

"Me? I'm old enough to be her dad. And she's a fan...she won't be listening to me, she'll be too star struck to even understand a word I say." They both laughed as Hunter announced he'd seen enough.

The following week, Triple H was speaking to The Undertaker. It had been a long, busy time since SummerSlam, talking to Vince, talking to Ceridwen Blackheart, and trying to organise a contract that suited them both. Vince loved the main roster storyline idea, and was eager for it to start as soon as possible. And after seeing her Undertaker tattoo, he was adamant she train with her idol. But now Hunter had the hard part of convincing the man himself this was a good idea.

"I don't see why I'm the one who gets lumbered with some snot nosed, star struck brat following me about everywhere," He grumbled in true Undertaker fashion.

"Because you are who you are. And besides, she's hardly a brat, she's 28 and an already very well accomplished wrestler." Triple H said, looking at the other man exasperated. "Look Taker, Vince said he wants her under your wing, and what he says goes, I know you know that. And besides, maybe she could even be the next you." There was silence as The Undertaker considered this, and Triple H wondered what it was he was thinking. Finally, after moments of silence, he spoke.

"28, you say?" he asked. Hunter nodded.

"Hell, she'll probably do whatever you ask her, you're her idol." He replied.

"Another me...sounds like a challenge. Ok Hunter. You got your wish. I'll take her on, take her under my old wings. But I will do things my way and only my way. I will accept no interference, no questioning by you, Steph or anyone of my methods. You'll get another Undertaker at the end of it, and after all, Vince wants someone to take my Wrestlemania crown eventually, right?" he asked, and laughed as he walked to the door, opened it and left the room, making Hunter shudder. Sometimes, the man creeped him the hell out.