Chapter 1

Samaire Davis studied her reflection as she adjusted the right strap of her lacy red bra. She looked away in disgust. "Is this what my career has become?" she thought sadly. "I have been reduced to rolling around the ring in my underwear – nothing more than a piece of meat for men to drool over".

Although she enjoyed a prime position as one of the most popular divas in World Wrestling Entertainment, it was a far cry from the career she had hoped to have. Just two short years earlier she had been one of the most in demand female wrestlers on the independent circuit – even completing tours in Japan and England. She had developed a reputation as being fearless in the ring – even using high risk moves such as the shooting star press and 450 splash as her signature moves. Now the most extreme action she had in the ring was occasionally being on the receiving end of a spanking by one of the male wrestlers, or like tonight participating in embarrassing bra and panties matches.

She checked the clock on the opposite wall – one hour until her match. She sighed and decided to go and find her opponent for tonight and go over the match one last time.

As she stepped out of the dressing room Trish Stratus approached her.

"Hey Sam, all ready for tonight's match?"

Samaire scowled at her. "Yeah it's going to be really tough" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Trish laughed. "Don't worry your time will come".

Trish had one of the most enviable positions in the company – as a five time women's champion she received all the fabulous storylines, real competitive matches against the best women in the company, plus she was dating one of the bosses sons – Corey McMahon. Samaire had quickly developed a strong friendship with Trish upon her arrival in the WWE.

"Well don't forget we are going out tonight, so don't strain too many muscles pulling those clothes off, ok" laughed Trish as she continued down the hall. Samaire stuck her tongue out at Trish as she headed in the opposite direction towards the cafeteria to find her opponent.

As she walked through the door she spotted Stacy sitting on a table flirting with a couple of the wrestlers. Samaire frowned as she watched.

Samaire and Stacy Keibler had never exactly been the best of friends. Stacy was the complete opposite of Samaire in every way. While Samaire longed to be involved in real wrestling matches, Stacy was more then happy to strut around in her underwear or have a catfight in a pool of chocolate (or any other substance for that matter). Stacy also had the reputation of moving from one wrestler to another on a weekly basis.

Samaire watched as Stacy crossed her long legs and ran her hands through her long blonde hair – completely engaging the attention of her latest admirers. Stacy embodied everything Samaire hated about the WWE – a woman who was more interested in "entertainment" the "wrestling".

She drew a breath and made her way over to Stacy.

"Hey Samaire, how is everything – wow you look great" Stacy said, briefly glancing in her direction.

"Fine, you got time to go over the match again before we go on?"

"Yeah sure, I was just coming to find you actually, was just checking Randy and Dave's opinion on my attire tonight" Stacy said, smiling at the two men who promptly blushed. "We can sit over there if you like" she said pointing towards the corner of the room.

The diva's sat down, discussing the various moves to be performed during the match. Samaire had made sure that most of the match was made up of simple slaps and hair pulling, so the chances of Stacy messing up were kept minimal.

"Stacy Keibler, Samaire Davis, ten minutes until show time" called the agent assigned to the match.

"So are you sure about everything?" asked Samaire as she got up.

"Yeah its fine" Stacy replied as she rolled her eyes. "Its not rocket science you know".

Samaire threw her a dirty look as she walked to gorilla position to wait for her music. She hated working with Stacy, who often messed up the simplest manoeuvres. Samaire prayed as she watched Stacy strut to the ring that everything would go to plan tonight and it would show that she belonged in real wrestling matches.

As Rob Zombie began pumping through the arena, Samaire walked through the curtain. "Here we go" she thought as she entered the ring.