A/N I do not own the WWE or any of the superstars. No copyright infringement is intended.

So, this was a funny little idea that I had whilst I was working on my other stories and I thought I'd type up a couple of chapters and see what people thought. Review and let me know if you like it. If you do, I'll keep writing =D

Tahni was freaking out. She'd watched the WWE since she was five, maybe six years old. She was now twenty and still got sucked into the drama. She believed the characters and thought that they showed their true personalities and that of course, they behaved that way back stage. Some part of her mind knew that this couldn't be right, she wasn't a stupid young woman, just lacking in common sense. She had gotten good grades in school. She was athletic and not untalented. She had taken up wrestling in junior high and become addicted to it. The problem was, she had trouble differentiating between the character her opponents played in the ring and the people they actually were. She was also pretty. Not conventionally. She had very short, black hair, always cut into a kind of pixie cut, but it never seemed to sit straight. Her eyes were a mossy green, her skin a soft peach. She was five feet nine inches tall and gently curved.

Anyway, the reason she was freaking out was because her older brother, Jason had just handed her two tickets to see SmackDown. She bounced into his arms, squealing and kicking her legs. Jason was ten years older than Tahni and didn't really get her fascination with the whole thing, but it was her birthday in three days and he wasn't going to be in town so, he figured he'd give them to her early. The taping of the show was on the night of her birthday anyway. SmackDown had been to Jacksonville before, but none of the family or Tahni herself had ever had to money to get tickets.

As soon as she released her exasperated brother she ran up to her room to call her best friend in the whole world, Michael. She tripped over her words as she excitedly explained to him what had happened. She heard his manly version of a scream come down the other end of the phone before his voice turned wheedling. "Tahni…I love you. I love you so much. Please can I come? Oh please, please, please, please, please!" Tahni laughed and let him beg some more before she gave in. Who else was she going to take?

Tahni had a problem with her hometown. People didn't get it. They didn't get her. She was energetic and enthusiastic, she never stopped talking and she seemed to have an endless supply of energy. People got very quickly weirded out by her and they just didn't understand. She was colourful and eccentric. She was unique and people didn't like that. Tahni didn't care. She was almost oblivious to the reputation that had built up around her. She had Michael, she didn't need anyone else.

The thought of having to wait three whole days before she could see her idols in action was like torture! She was going to have to do some serious thinking to find a way to keep herself occupied. She settled on the very unproductive, counting the hours. She worked in a local, alternative clothing store and it didn't take long for her boss to figure out that she was impatient for something. It might have had something to do with the way that she was following him around the shop, chatting incessantly in his ear about who her favourite superstars were and who she didn't like. Richard was about ready to tape her mouth just to shut her up.

He rounded on her, clapping a hand over her mouth. Her green eyes went wide with surprise and he laughed, shaking his head good naturedly. "Tahni, I love you, but please…shut up for five seconds. Take a breath, kiddo." He lowered his hand and Tahni grinned. She opened her mouth to speak again, but he held up a stern finger and she bit her lip to keep the words in. Anyone who knew her, really knew her, loved her. There was something sweet and irresistible about her, something charming in her almost innocent and niave ways. She, of course, was totally unaware of this.

Her quietness didn't last long, but she moved on to a new target. The new boy, working on the register became the focus of her unending chatter. Richard felt sorry for him, but was quietly grateful that he seemed to be far too keen on keeping his job to ask her to go away. Richard was very fond of Tahni, she was fantastic at her job, never late and always in a good mood, but by god, could she talk. She was like a walking t.v set. Except, at least you could turn off a t.v set or at the very least, turn it down. Tahni had two volumes; loud and louder. He knew she wrestled on the side, that that was her real passion. On a quiet day he would see her, flicking through a wrestling magazine and sighing dreamily to herself.

It worried Richard. Not because she wasn't strong, she'd hit him once, so he knew she had some power behind her. It was more because she was so trusting, so open to everyone. She'd never been in a proper fight in her life and the business she spent all day dreaming about was a cut-throat sports entertainment industry where people would do anything to get themselves recognised. He didn't like the idea of Tahni getting wrapped up in that and having her dreams shattered.

The day did not go quick enough and during the last ten minutes of her shift, Tahni stood by the front door tapping her foot and sending threatening looks to anyone who dared venture close enough to consider coming inside. Richard rolled his eyes at her and decided that, rather than having her stand there and scare his customers away, he might as well just send her home. "Tahni, you can go." She spun on the spot and fixed him with the biggest, brightest smile he had ever seen. He made a slight 'Oof' noise as she launched herself at him and hugged him around the neck, planting a big kiss on his cheek. She then skipped off, grabbing her bag and her car keys. She waved as she left, blowing a kiss and retreating backwards out of the door, before turning, as light as a dancer and running off to her car.

On the way to her house she sang along loudly and badly with the radio. She didn't care. She was going to see SmackDown on Tuesday and she'd just finished work for the weekend! She did odd filler shifts, so she wasn't due in again now until Wednesday.

As soon as she pulled into the drive at her parents house, she dove out of her car and in through the front door. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" There was no reply. They must have been out. She shrugged and ran up to her room, immediately calling Michael. He picked up on the second ring. "Hey Cauldwell, how was work?" Tahni grinned and shrugged, even though he couldn't see her. She lay on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Boring. I want it to be Tuesday!"

"Yeah, but if it was Tuesday, it would nearly be over and you wont get to do it again for a long time." Michael's words caused her to pause and think for a moment. That was true! The sooner Tuesday got here, the sooner it would be gone! "Oh no! Mikey, I don't want it to be over!" Michael laughed at her. "Well, then stop wishing time away."

"But….when it does get here….well then it'll be here and then it'll be over and I wont be able to go again and I had better make sure I have memory on my camera. Maybe I should take two, just in case. I want to take lots of pictures." She vaguely became aware of Michael humming to himself in the background. "Are you listening to me?"

"No. Should I be?"

"Mikey!"

"What? You were doing your; 'I'm about to explode purely through lack of air 'cause I wont stop talking' thing. I didn't know I had to listen to that!" Tahni rolled her eyes and hung up on him. She then pursed her lips and waited, counting on her fingers. She hadn't even got to five when the phone rang again. She picked it up instantly, Michael's voice had turned to a whine. "Don't do that! You know I hate it when you do that."

"Well, don't be mean then!"

"Fine." Michael dragged the word out in a reluctant sigh and Tahni grinned. She talked on the phone to him four almost two hours, completely missing that both her parents had returned. Eventually her mom stuck her head around the door and convinced her that it would be easier to just go over to Mikey's house and talk to him, instead of monopolizing the phone. This was true. Mikey only lived three doors down from them. She didn't say anything to her fried, just hung up on him with a smirk. She then changed out of her work clothes and into a blue and purple striped t-shirt dress, with a pair blue leggings and flat, leather boots. She ruffled her already messy hair and ran out of the house, ignoring her mother's shout to slow down.

The next few days passed painfully slowly and Tahni was almost bursting with excitement, but she was still all too aware of what Michael had said to her. She wanted to savour every moment. So, in her bag she had packed, not one, not two, not three, but four cameras. Just to be on the safe side. She didn't want to miss a single moment. On the Tuesday she did all the usual birthday things, she opened present and squealed with excitement at each one of them, especially the new outfit from her parents. She kept herself so busy that ten minutes before they had to leave she was still not ready to go. She was wearing the outfit her parents had bought her; a pair of black jeans with red patches all over them and bright purple stitching, with a rainbow coloured silk hater top. She shoved her feet into her battered leather boots and grimaced at her face in the mirror. She never wore make up. She saw no point. Her hair was carefully straightened at the front and spiked madly at the back.

Finally she was ready. She kissed both of her parents, grabbed her bag and shot out to where Michael was waiting in his car.