"Goodbye, WWE Performance Center. Hello to traveling the world!" I said, I just finished saying my goodbyes to my co-NXT superstars and divas. I am Aubree Laurinaitis and I am 20 years old. I had tears in my eyes as I carried my duffle bag out of the WWE Performance Center. We had just finished the NXT taping and there were some fans lingering outside wanting autographs and pictures. I quickly tried to hide my tears, smiling for the fans. I had just been called-up earlier this week, only the trainers, writers at NXT, and the NXT superstars and divas knew about it. Of course there was gossip backstage, saying the only reason I got called up was because I was John Laurinaitis' daughter. I had been training with WWE since I was 18, right after I graduated high school. My only dream in love was to become a diva and I never considered doing anything else.

My flight landed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on Monday at around 10 a.m. When I walked off the plane into the airport, I immediately found my dad. Although I haven't seen him in a few months due to schedule conflicts, he kept up with my matches online and would send me critiques and praises. He gave me a huge hug, then we went and got my luggage. When we got in the car, he started explaining what would be going on tonight for RAW. As he was talking I was becoming more and more confused… I thought they called me up to wrestle… but instead they were having me valet RyBack.

"What do you mean valeting him?"

"Aubs, I know it isn't what you were expecting, but you'll be great!"
"Dad, I don't want to valet him. He's rude, even backstage," I knew I shouldn't be complaining, but I just couldn't help myself, "I am a wrestler! I don't want to be arm candy for some meathead jerk!"

My dad continued driving, just nodding his head occasionally. I knew he wasn't listening and none of my complaining would make a difference, but I was so angry. I had always enjoyed doing promos and backstage segments at NXT, but I would much rather get in the ring and kick some ass.
"Aubree, we're here," my dad said, "now be humble, grateful, and happy you got picked to be called up to the main roster, understand?" he added sternly.
I rolled my eyes, "sir, yes, sir," I said sarcastically. I checked my makeup in the mirror and took a deep breath. I could feel butterflies in my chest, nervous for what was going to happen when I walked into the arena.

"When we go in, I'll take you to the locker room, show you where catering is, introduce you to some people, then we will meet with Vince and Ryan," my dad said.
"Got it," I said as I opened the door. I slid out of the car, and walked to the trunk to receive my bags. I grabbed my suitcase and pulled it along behind me. I was grateful that fans hadn't started congregating outside the gates yet, because I knew my main roster debut was supposed to be a surprise. My dad opened the doors and let me walk in first. My nerves were definitely getting to me, and a wave of doubt washed over me. You don't deserve this, Aubree, I thought to myself, there are other divas in NXT who should be here before you. All these negative thoughts swirled around my head, but then my father's voice interrupted my thoughts,
"And here is the diva's locker room," he pointed at the door, "you can go in, put your stuff down, the other girls won't bother it," he said. I did as I was told. I left my stuff on the bench and walked back out. There were no other girls in there yet, which gave me a little relief. I followed my dad to catering, even though I was too nervous to eat.
"I'm sure Vince is ready to meet you," he said.
I gulped, "Oh," was all I could say. I had met Vince many times, but never for anything related to business.
"Well there she is! Miss Aubree, what a pleasure it is to see you again," the familiar male voice caught me by surprise. I turned around and was greeted by a huge, Vince McMahon hug. I instantly felt relieved.
"Hi, Mr. McMahon!"
"Please, Aubree, call me Vince!" he smiled. What a relief, I thought to myself. "Now Ryan should be here momentarily, we can wait for him and then begin."
The next ten minutes felt like three hours. Vince and my father talked about the script for tonight's show, while I sat and pretended to listen. I was suddenly ripped from my thoughts as the office door barged open and a large body plopped next to me.
"I'm here, Vince. Now you said you had to meet with me? For what?" The voice was husky and deep, it was Ryan.
"Ryan, meet your new valet, Aubree Laurinaitis," Vince said. When I turn in my chair to shake Ryan's hand I was met by an angry, hostile stare.
"I don't need a fucking valet," he said.
I was in shock. Here twenty minutes ago my father was preaching to me to be respectful, then you have a superstar acting like this.
"Well you have one. Your character is dull. You need something to spice it up and that something is sitting right next to you," Vince said matter-of-factly.
Ryan looked dumbfounded. "I don't need this bitch, I don't need someone who is only signed because of her father. I don't need this at all!" he slammed his hand on the desk and stood up to leave.
"Okay, be in gorilla at 9:15. And bring a better attitude." Vince told him before Ryan stormed out of the office. I just sat there dumbfounded.