Title: Highland Games

Plot: Amelia Robinson has never been one to find love. She's tall, sort of chubby, and geeky. When she becomes a diva, she becomes the victim of a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a handsome Scotsman. Will he be her downfall?

Warning: M for...well…you'll see.

Disclaimer: Amelia is mine. So is Mason anyone else who is mentioned is property of the WWE!

PROLOGUE

Before I tell you anything more about what's going on in my life, let me tell you about me. My name is Amelia Robinson. I'm 19 and I'm from Carson City, Nevada. I'm 5'4" with brown eyes and long brown hair that I can never seem to do anything with. My teeth are still in braces and I wear glasses. I got good grades at my high school and I graduated valedictorian. So yes, I am the epitome of a nerd. And yet, while you look at me, you could never guess that I am the biggest fan of the WWE that you will ever meet.

I grew up with my mom, a high school counselor, and my dad. When I was eight, my dad got in a real bad car accident and died. I missed him so much. Then, almost a year later, my mom remarried. She married a man named Steven Richards. I confided in my best friend Mason Dixon and he was so excited. I couldn't understand it. He was just some guy who remarried my mom and came into my life expecting me to accept him. Then Mason told me who he was: Steven Richards was a professional wrestler.

When I asked him about it, he nodded and told me about what he did for a living. I was captivated from the first word. It was glitzy and glamorous, yet it was brave and tough. And at the age of nine I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life. I was going to be the best diva in the WWE since The Fabulous Moolah. I started training at the young age of fourteen.

But what Steven didn't tell me was that being a diva was just a grueling as being a superstar. Every morning I would run about three miles before I ate a breakfast of two eggs, two pieces of sausage, and a glass of milk. After breakfast I would go into the weight room and lift weights. Usually I would start by doing dead lifts of 100 lbs. while my step dad spotted for me. Then I would go on the 150 lbs. bench presses and I'd end with 200 lbs. leg lifts. I'd do 10 reps of 20 for each and then I'd eat a light lunch. This schedule only changed on school days and then I would just miss the weight lifting.

Then at 3:00 I would ride with my dad up to his wrestling academy where I would train with others whose dreams were to be great superstars. There were no girls at this school so I ended up training with superstars. This was the hard part. We had to learn the seven different styles: technical, brawler, submission, showman, highflyer, dirty, and powerhouse.

Technical wrestlers tend to focus solely on the technique of what the opponent is doing and what they are doing. Kurt Angle, back when he first started wrestling, is a prime example of this. He, like most technical wrestlers, had prior training in amateur wrestling.

Brawlers tend to use pure strength but unlike powerhouses don't have the size for it. John Cena is an exemplary brawler and most people can agree on this even if they don't like the guy. He can keep going and going and going. It's all strength and endurance. Powerhouses are almost exactly the same thing as brawlers except for the fact that they have the size to go along with the strength and endurance. This is The Undertaker in the flesh.

Submissionists, which tend to be the strongest wrestlers, use moves to take out their opponents. Brett Hart is the name that comes to mind when the submission style is mentioned. He, like most people who specialize in the submission style of fighting, usually learn to work on legs and arms. And they know exactly how to take some one out.

Showman are the most fun wrestlers to be in a match against and the showman style is the most fun to learn. Hulk Hogan is the most famous showman. People who practice and perform the showman style are the ones who do the exuberant finishers and make a giant show of what they do inside of the ring. They also use a lot of taunts.

Highflyers are probably the most talented wrestlers you can see and the highflying style is the hardest style to learn. If you want to see a pure example of a great highflyer, look no further than Rey Mysterio. He, like most high flyers, is fast and small and strong all at once. He flits around the ring and like most high flyers, you don't want to let him stand for too long. Then again, they don't stay on their feet for too long to begin with.

Finally you have dirty wrestlers. They do whatever they can to win and they don't care what happens. It takes no skill at all to be a wrestler who specializes in this. Unfortunately, most of the WWE superstars specialize in this, especially Randy Orton. Personally, I can't stand people who fight dirty.

Anyways, I explained the techniques to explain what we learned at the school. I never learned one or two styles like most students but instead I learned how to do each. I even learned dirty, which I didn't ever use and I don't plan on ever using. But wrestling techniques weren't the only things we learned. We learned about the past wrestlers and past matches that had effect the profession that we all planned on going into. I had the same routine all day every day until I graduated. When I graduated high school at the age of 17, my day became devoted to the wrestling academy. Finally, when I had graduated that as the only female in my class, my stepdad sat with me and the other graduates of the academy to talk over what we would do with the rest of our lives.

When it was my turn to talk to him, I entered his office with grace and dignity. I had never been treated different than any student here and I sure as hell wasn't going to be treated differently then. When I was at home, Steven was my stepdad but when I was at the academy he was Mr. Richards or sir. "Amelia, you have been a great student at this academy since you started. Have you given any thought to pursuing a career with the WWE?"
"Yes sir I have," I nodded.

"Good. Amelia, you could be the best diva in the WWE today. Do you know how to apply for a job as a diva?" he asked, a slight smile playing across his lips.

I shook my head, "No sir."

"You have to fill out an application just as you do any job but on top of that you have to submit a video of a wrestling match you had down here. I can help you go through our tapes to help you pick a match that shows your technique if you don't have one in mind."

I smiled, "Thank you sir. Do you have an application that I could possibly fill out?"
He reached into his desk and pulled out an application. I diligently filled it out and when I was finished, I handed it to him. He looked through it to make sure that I had made no mistakes. Finally, he said, "It seems to be in order. Now, do you have a match in mind that you believe to be your best match here?"
I sat there, thinking over my matches. I had competed in several that showed my talents. Finally, I smiled, "My last match I had against Mason." Yes, Mason had also attended the school. We had drifted apart over the years but we still talked a little bit. He had gone on to compete as a dirty wrestler and that was most of the reason for our not talking anymore.

My stepdad smiled and let out a slight chuckle, "I thought you were going to say that. Now, I'll get this all mailed to WWE headquarters. All you have to do is wait."

I waited for three years before I got my chance.