Chapter 1: Rush
Tristen Colden wandered the halls of the arena, looking for the person in charge. She was on cloud 9, and had been since she got a call from Triple H.
She bumped into a tall man with dark hair and many tattoos.
"Sorry, man. I'm looking for Triple H's office."
"New Diva? Figures. Although you don't look like a Diva."
"Um, thanks? I'm Tristen."
"Phil. You're looking for Triple H's office, right?"
"Down the hall to the left. And wear less clothing. You'll get in for sure," Phil Brooks said sarcastically.
"So how naked did you have to get?"
And Tristen walked away.
"Tristen Colden, age 16."
Hunter looked the young girl over.
"16? You're a little young to be in this business."
"Yes sir. But I promise that if you just give me a chance I will not let you down. I'm a dedicated and hard-working person, and I enjoy this."
She brushed her pink and black hair out of her eyes and looked up at her second favorite wrestler.
"You like to fight?"
"I watched your video, Tristen. You can fight and wrestle well. You have no problem with fighting guys?"
Hunter smiled, and Tristen held her breath. Was this it?
"Welcome to the business, Tristen."
She jumped up and hugged Hunter, then hastily let go.
"Oh my goodness I'm so sorry."
"No big deal, . What do we call you in the ring?"
Tristen left the office, smiling hugely. Her life was turning around. Her parents didn't know where she was, and she was free.
"You look like you got laid."
"I didn't have to get that naked, Phil. You know, you look really familiar."
"Girls say that a lot," he said with a grin.
"Well, try not to let your big head get in your way while you're walking."
Tristen walked to the Diva's locker room, excited. Her life was getting better.
She wandered into the locker room and was greeted by the sight of all her favorite Divas.
"Hi. I'm Tristen and I'm kind of new. I was wondering where Creative is?"
"You're the new Diva?", asked a girl with blonde hair and a Canadian accent.
"No. I'm actually a Superstar."
The girls fell silent.
"You seem to be in the wrong room, newbie."
"Yeah. Superstars go to Creative first," a redheaded Diva said snobbily.
"Oh. Sorry. I'll just be going."
"Hey, what's your name? I'm Natalya."
"Nice to meet you, Tristen. Creative Department is down the hall, second door on your left. Can't miss it."
Then she turned to the redhead who had been catty.
"You may want to watch your back, Lita. I may be new, but I won't hesitate to kick your little ass."
"How do you know my name?"
"I grew up with the unmasked Kane, honey. And trust me, I supported him more than you. As a matter of fact, I laughed when he chokeslammed Hardy off the stage. You're a whore, sweetheart. The only thing you're good at is lying flat on your back."
And with silence in the air, Tristen walked out. All the girls started laughing at Lita, and Natalya grinned.
This is what the WWE needed.
The hallways were way too long, Tristen thought as she strolled down the corridor. Natalya had said that it was hard to miss Creative, but the newest Superstar wasn't so sure.
She found a door that said Creative Department, and walked into the room.
"Hi. I'm Tristen, and I'm the newbie. Um, is this where I come up with my gimmick and such?"
A black and red-haired man nodded. His nametag said Tyler.
"Do you know what you want to be doing? Like, as a Diva?"
"I'm actually a Superstar."
"Superstar? Not a Diva?"
"Nope. I'm going to be fighting Evan Bourne for my first match. Actually, I have a few ideas for my gimmick. Would you mind if I shared?"
"Well, what if I was like CM Punk, but I didn't shove the straightedge thing down everyone's throat? And what if nobody took me seriously?"
They thought for a moment.
"I like it. A CM Punk rivalry, with the newest Superstar."
"I already have my theme and everything. Get Up by Korn. It matches my personality and it was always my favorite song. I was always saying that to the girls I beat down for messing with me."
"Tristen, I think you'll fit in just fine."