It was nine minutes until Monday Night RAW was scheduled to start. The energy in the Pepsi Center was on fire, electric and magnetized, sending a powerful and positive vibe throughout the entire arena. The fans were getting antsy, eagerly counting down the minutes and seconds until they could see their favorite Divas and Superstars live and in person. Walking out of the female locker room, Layla El peered around the corner looking for her tag team partner. She didn't have to look far. Standing by the Gorilla position was her best friend, tag team partner, co Divas Unified tag champion, and little sister, Johana El. Matching her in one of the sexy shimmering black and blue outfits that consisted of a halter, female trunks and of course the Flawless hoodie that they wore to the ring, was the woman two years her junior who was her favorite partner in crime.

Layla smiled as she saw her sister bouncing around. It was that nervous energy that always seemed to consume her right before any show started. Johana "don't call me Joanna" El was always a bundle of nerves the few minutes leading up to the time right before the sisters were due to walk down that ramp. The minute their music hit and the fans popped for the beautiful tag team champions, the butterflies simply fluttered away. It was then that they were truly home, in their element. The sisters had come a long way from their beginnings in London, England. After high school graduation, Layla had moved to the United States to pursue her dream of having a professional career in dance. It was her strongest natural talent, her surefire ticket to stardom and achieving a dream of wanting to entertain. Once Johana was 18, she had followed suit, moving to the States, not so much to chase a dream but to follow her best friend. Content to wait tables and eventually bartend, Johana had made her home wherever her sister was. Layla found early success dancing for Carnival Cruise Lines. When Layla caught her biggest break being chosen as a dancer for the Miami Heat, the pair had moved into a two bedroom apartment near South Beach. Two years later, she tried out for the WWE Diva search on the advice of her trainer. After winning the search in 2006, she had become a full time fixture in front of the WWE Universe.

Johana had never given wrestling much thought. In fact, she had never even seen a single episode of WWE programming unti she started watching to support her sister. The more she watched, the more she became enthralled. After traveling a few times with Layla, Johana had made up her mind. She wanted to be a professional wrestler, too. Layla, originally just a Diva and the proverbial eye candy, had begun training in order to compete in the Women's division. All their hard work paid off and in 2008, Johanna El debuted. During the next two years the sisters wrestled in singles competition before eventually tagging together when tag wrestling became a hot commodity in the Women's division. The sisters' success was met with tragedy when their beloved mother unexpectedly passed away in 2008 but the tragedy had only brought them closer. 2009 had been their year and they had dominated the rest of the Divas. Early 2010 had brought a career defining victory over Michelle McCool and Beth Phoenix and the pair had been on a roll ever since.

Layla folded her arms and laughed. Johana was now bouncing around to the beat of the music. Layla was pretty sure of what was on her iPod. The name of the song was an appropriately titled I Made It and it was performed by Cash Money Heroes. It had been the theme for that year's Wrestlemania. The lyrics of the chorus said, I look up to the sky and now the world is mine, I've known it all my life, I made it, I made it, I used to dream about the life I'm living now, I know that there's no doubt, I made it, I made it. It had been Johana's favorite song from the very first time she had ever heard it and much to the dismay of her friends and travel mates, it was one she played over and over again on repeat, sometimes for hours at a time. But it was more than words and a catchy beat. It was the story of the lives of two sisters living out a dream together.

"I've been looking all over for you," Layla tapped her shoulder. "I should have known I would find you here."

Johana stopped, looked up and smiled, removing her ear pieces.

"I got ready early and I just took a walk. You know how I get. We're kicking off RAW, there is no way I could just it around being still."

"Are you ready for tonight, Joey?"

Joey was the nickname Johana's friends and family called her by. She was known to the WWE Uiverse as Johana but none of the people in her day to day life called her that anymore except for Vince McMahon himself. Layla had called her Joey ever since they could both remember and Joey affectionately referred to her older sister as Sissy or Lay.

"Yeah. You? I'm super excited."

The sisters, babyfaces, had recently started a feud with heels Maryse Ouellette and Victoria Crawford, better known as Alicia Fox, two formidable opponents in their own right. A challenge for the coveted titles was surely around the corner at one of the upcoming pay per views. The fans were loving it. In turn that made the girls feel good. It was no secret that the rival promotion TNA had tougher, athletic, more professionally trained female wrestlers while the WWE was known for its gorgeous eye candy alone. The new generation of Divas had made a vow to change that perception. They were more than just pretty faces and they intended to prove it. The women worked hard, training in the gym and with their male counterparts in order to perfect their craft and be an even stronger attraction to the WWE Universe. With names like Michelle McCool, Melina, Natalya Neidhart and Gail Kim, they were well on their way.

"The fans are sure getting a kick out of it. Anyway, the spots we worked out earlier in practice kicked ass. I can't wait."

"You know what the boys say…the only thing better than starting the show is ending it. Sissy, I can't wait until we get to finally Main Event a Monday Night RAW. We're almost there, I can feel it."

Joey wrapped her arm around her and Layla couldn't help but smile. Her sister's enthusiasm and love for the sport and entertaining the fans was infectious, contagious even.

"Me too, Joey. Me too."

A PA walked past them.

"Two minutes until we go on, ladies. Layla, Joey, you're out first. Cut your promo and Maryse and Victoria will interrupt. Threats are made, cat fight is about to start and the anonymous GM will send an e-mail and make the match which begins after the commercial break. Everybody okay with that?"

The two sisters nodded, smiling and confident until Layla watched a look of nervousness and yearning wash across Joey's face. She followed the younger woman's gaze with her own and immediately she began to frown. She should have known. The heel faction known as the Nexus was scheduled to go on right after the women's match. The dastardly group was led by Wade Barrett or his given name, Stu Bennett. His eyes met Joey's and she quickly looked away as Layla just shook her head.

"What the hell…" Layla mumbled under her breath.

The lights lowered and Nickelback's Burn It ToThe Ground, the official RAW theme began to blare throughout the venue's speakers.

"Showtime…Layla, Joey, you're on…"

The PA handed them their belts and ushered them to the front. Joey looked straight ahead, purposely ignoring the hulking dark haired six foot five inch Englishman but Layla found herself just inches away from his chest that wore a black and yellow N tee shirt. She looked up just as he looked down, sickening her to her stomach with that trademark smirk that wasn't just reserved for the ring. The sisters' music hit and the fans jumped to their feet. They made their way onto the tip of the ramp and just stopped. Joey felt chills all over. She got that same feeling every single time she left the Gorilla, every time she heard their music, every time she watched the playback on television, every time she sat in an empty arena before a show and watch the sound guys test their Titantron. It was an amazing, indescribable feeling and nothing else in the world was quite like it. The sexy twosome sauntered down the aisle, slapping the hands of their adoring fans. Joey slid into the ring while Layla hopped up on the apron, sitting and bouncing on the second rope. The reception was positive and contined even as either girl stood at opposite corners, beaming with their championships in the air.

"You know, Lay," Joey began as she took a mic, "Being the undisputed Unified WWE Women's tag champions means that we are the best at what we do and though there is some stiff competition in the back, I don't think there is a duo of ladies back there who have what it takes to take these belts away from us."

Layla grinned before speaking into her microphone. Joey could barely concentrate enough to wait for her cues to speak. It was just so exciting. Even after two years, it never got old. They cut their promo perfectly and right on time came the interruption from Maryse and Alicia Fox. The tension and feud had been building for weeks and seemed to really go over with the fans. As the girls got in each other's faces, the message came from the anonymous GM read by Michael Cole. The tag match was made and would begin in minutes after the commercials aired to the live home audience. The women remained in the ring but it was hard for Joey to stay in character. She was obviously distratced.

She kept the smile and the confidence but inside, her heart told another story. She now had butterflies for a whole new reason. They came every time she saw him, every time he was within earshot, or every time she smelled the masculine sexiness of his cologne. She had just run into him and it had made her heart skip several beats. His spot was coming up soon but what was he doing in the meantime? Was he watching her from the Gorilla? Was he secretly cheering for her? It was too much for her at the moment so she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on the task at hand.

The bell rang and it was match time. Joey and Maryse were out first, each sizing up the other girl before they locked up. Maryse went for an early classic clothesline which was thrwarted when Joey ducked and countered by grabbing the French Diva's middle. Maryse came back with a series of elbows, before being caught and flipped over by Joey with a nice arm drag takedown. Joey had pestered nearly every male Superstar in that lockeroom to teach her everything from basic mat skills to high flyng aerial moves. She had become a master of her talent, quick and smooth, controlled and cool as she dominated her opponent. Just as they had rehearsed, she had kept Maryse in her and Layla's corner, making the opportunity for a tag easy and convenient. For the next few moments, the match went back and forth, mostly sound technical wrestling and a few spectacular new spots but all four had agreed to save the best for the pay per view. In the end, Layla was able to score the pin via a quick roll up. The Pepsi Center erupted and the referee held up the victorious hands of the champions. Layla and Joey embraced and for a fleeting moment, all other thoughts were put on the back burner. For that moment, they were just two sisters, partners and friends living in the moment…and it was their had made it.