Right Around The Ring

Fate

The backstage was no less crowded than the arena was. Maybe even more fans were back here, scuttling along, looks of eagerness and happiness etched on their smiling faces. Analyssa and I move laong with the stretch of people. Of course, the first place we were headed, was to meet, and get an autograph from Dolph Ziggler. We move along until the familiar bleach blonde glint distracts my view. Destination Reached. And leave it to Analyssa to sound the geekiest person in the world:

"Hi Mr. Ziggler," she squeaked.

"Hey. Who should I make the autograph out to?" he asked in a monotone voice, preparing a felt pen and a large picture of him in his usual ringwear, sporting a smirk. Analyssa practically skyrocketed out of her shoes. Typical. I interupt to help her out.

"Analyssa is her name," I blurt.

"Well thanks," he replied looking at me. His chocolate Brian eyes seem to bore upon me. Was this normal. Usually you would think bore would be a cruel word. but in this case it isn't. The eyes seemed friendly, maybe even familiar, but that can't be. No, not at all.

As Analyssa finally gets her picture, and i make sure she doesn't faint, we walk along to my favorite table. Sheamus.

I really don't know how i could've judged Analyssa for her behavior with Dolph Ziggler. I felt excitement overwhelm me. I reach him, sitting at a table with his new tag team partner, Randy Orton. I glance over at Randy Orton.

His dark skin shimmered faintly in the lights casting around the backstage area. His curled lips twirl into a smirk as a fab approaches the table from behind us. Sheamus, was sitting up tall, his carrot orange hair sleek and tall was perfectly spread upward. His paper white skin was as usual as ever with his bisceps protruding from his t-shirt (the same on I have on <3).

"Hello fellah," he booms cheerfully.

I, for some odd reason, wanted to get this over with. I grabbed the large picture with his scribbly signature on it and walk off towards the exit.

A little towards the exit, I hear grunting in the background. I tilt my head to look around, and behind me, the constricted view of Kaitlyn underneath an angry Tamina. Tamina was throwing punches and kicking Kaitlyn, her brown hair sprawling everywhere.

I was already angry enough at Tamina. Earlier, in her match with Kaitlyn, there was a flicker of the lights. It was total dark for just a second. And when the lights came back on, Kaitlyn was hit with a big boot to the face.

At the moment I felt absolutely angry. Here she was, beating Kaitlyn half to pieces. I couldn't help it. I run towards her and Kaitlyn, before throwing my foot hard into her ribs. Analyssa couldn't believe it, but the fury in her eyes was clear too.

She joins the fight as Kaitlyn recovers and tries to back us off of our relentless kicking and slapping. But Kaitlyn wasn't what brought us off of Tamina. It was him.

"Hey, hey, hey!!!" Booker T shouted, strolling down towards us.

We hastily back away as Booker T takes in the situation and Tamina is limping away to the Diva's locker room.

"Who in the world are you two?" he asks pointing a stiff finger towards us. His deep voice was as calm now as it usually is.

"I'm Hope and this is my best friend, Analyssa." Analyssa smiles softly and gives a pitiful motion with her hand before quickly casually sinking back in a simple pose.

"Follow me to my office if you have time, please," he said. I guess the 'i f you have time' part was just added for kindness because he seemed pretty intent on having us come.

We follow behind Booker until we reach the end of a hallway. We go through a door and enter a red curtained room. Around the room were many posters of Wrestling (WWE Magazine covers, CD covers, book covers). Booker motions for us to sit in these tall red chairs. I sit in one while Analyssa sits in the other.

"I have an offer for you two," he continues, pacing around the room. His assistant, Eve was standing in the corner, in a pencil skirt and blouse, with a large IPad and was ticking away ceaselessly on its' glass screen.

Without hesitation, he doesn't wait for a reply and then continues.

"How would you to like to have a job here at WWE?" he asks, moving his gaze towards us. Out jaws immediately drop at the sound of his words.

"Eeeeeeeeek!!!!!" we screech in unison. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" we once again yell. We stop suddenly when Booker raises his hands with a grimace on his face.

"You will start by accompanying divas. They will differ every week. After the divas you will be assigned a ring buddy, or in this case, a tag team partner. You will compete with them as a rookie until you impress me enough to rank you as a true Diva. Now, if there aren't any further questions, you will need to follow Eve to the front office to officially sign in as an escort to the divas. They will take your fingerprint and analyze your true identity." He claps his hands together to signal completion as we uncomfortably shuffke after Eve.

OMG. They were going to be true Divas. Well soon enough at least. Analyssa holds in her excitement and energy. She at least tries to. She jumps with each step as a wide grin was spread across her face. I was excited too. I couldn't wait to have in ring action. It would be so fun. Especially getting to bodyslam somebody and it not being my sister on the couch. But what i was also excited about was learning my real last name. My mom always gave me a fake last name. The fake.name always stayed the same: Hope Maria Marshall. I honestly didn't like it that much. But I couldn't wait.

We soon reached a door, but I was so sidetracked with thoughts that Analyssa's arm was the only thing blocking me from bumping into Eve's back. We enter a room that would remind you of a doctors office waiting room. We quickly walk up to a counter with a nice lady behind it. Her sloppy brown hair was threw into a bun with bobby pins scattered throughout the rest. She kindly motions for us to dip our fingers in a pad of black ink and onto a small screen. Afterwards, the pallettes were taken back into a room, that is not visible.

After a while, a different, well dressed man walks out woth a small slip of paper. He lifts his gaze to ours.

"Welcome to WWE, Analyssa Lily Simone and Hope Maria Nemeth," he says.

And with that sentence, realization overwhelms me. Nicholas Nemeth wa my father. Or as you all know him. Dolph Ziggler himself.