Diary
Diary of Truthful Dreams

Written by: RavenWulf

Chapter1

Wrestlers used: Raven, Hardcore Hak... (aka Sandman), Billy Kidman.

*Disclaimer: All Wrestlers names and others there mentioned are the property of WCW, and WWFE. Copywrites are solely theirs... I have not ties with WWF, WCW or any wrestlers personally. Please do not sue me.*

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Well, who would have thunk it that I would be back. Back in where this all started. I know what some would think... keeping a diary, well that is just childish but quite honestly when you have experienced what I have experienced.... I thought that I might just want to write what happened to me, to make a record of almost exactly what happened. It is not every day that strange events happen to the most normal girl. But then whoÕs to say that I am normal? *Sigh*....Enough with the chatter, I will write this story, these chapters of my life, if you will. I would only ask of those who read this, ask your self this question.... Could this happen? Is what I am going to tell you True? Or could it be just a dream? Or could it be a Truthful Dream? IÕd suggest you make the call. But first I do have to tell you the story so here it goes....

I am going back in time.... exactly over 2 years ago. The date was March 22, 1999 that the events were set in motion for the greatist part in my life.... Yet as I write this I am shaking, I can hardly even speak his name..... I lay here in a very plush hotel room, on the bed writing this, telling of when I had to make the biggest decision of my life at the time. But enough about the room.... Just before I got here, here are the events leading up to this... WAY before this.... It was after the Minneapolis house show that this happened.... I was walking out of the Target Center with three of my friends, headin to our car to leave. .... Well we had to pass the gates that the wrestlers drive in, you know... their entrance? Well, there was not many people around so we thought we would hang out for a few minutes to see If we could spot some of our favorites walking around in back, maybe wave hello or something....when the gates opened up, one of the lowly jobbers (horace hogan) was leaving. When all of the sudden I thought I saw him sitting on the hood of his (rental?) car. I quickly identified him by his looks, you know.... Long spiral dirty blonde hair, a thick leather jacket, no shirt, *swoon* cut off blue jeans and a flannel shirt tied around his middle. I pointed this out to one of my friends and she also identified him. Then I turned around and called out 'Hey!' and waved at him. He looked up in response and gave a short wave back, then turned his head because other fans that were gathering around the gates ...started screaming. That is when the damn guards closed the loading gates. But at least I got to see him at that time, after that I didn't think anything of it really.... I just saw him and that was it, never would I think that anything would come out of that acknolodgement. Boy was I in for a shock.

Several months later I had another chance to see him again, this time live on Monday Nitro. The rooms was booming with the sounds of screaming fans and flashing cameras. The whole show was fairly good, especially the showing that Billy Kidman gave, but things really did not heat up until He came out. I knew his music by heart, it was a version of Nirvana's song 'Come as You Are.' (I love Nirvana.) I saw him walking down the isle, (I was sitting in the second row, on the bottom floor near the wrestler's enterance,) his gaze was only straight ahead untill he came near me, just as he passed me I guess his gaze wandered to the crowd and then they came to rest on me. He slows his walking gate when he passes me, giving a small smile and a wink just before he enters the ring. I only started mesmerized at him.... the lights acting like a halo around his head, of course that was only my imagination, untill he looked me in the eyes. Then his opponent arrived, I think his name was Hak or something, that part I do not quite remember, but I do remember it was a hardcore match. The match was quite long and I remember he ended up wearing a crimson mask, but he ended up getting the win. It was only after the match that I realized that he was looking at me again.

Half bent over with pain he staggers by me only clutching his left side, face drooling with blood, he half doggedly is looking up, eyes scanning the crowd. He looks around again in a frantic search until he gets to the enterance of the ramp. Then he turns around looking right and then left.... It was then that our eyes made contact, I could tell his sight was a bit bleary but I knew he was looking at me. He stumbles a bit still looking at me but yet holding the guard rail to his right. The medics come out to help him but he shrugs them off still looking at me. Then giving a small smile, he plods up the ramp. As he leaves the arena I notice him going over to a security guard, tapping him on the shoulder. The guard turns around and He whispers in the guards ear, weakly pointing in my direction his finger trembling. The guard looks at me, points and leans into His ear. He Nods yes and all I could make out the guard saying was 'O.K.' He stumbles behind the curtain, straightening up as I realized that his pain was only staged. The match was over and so was the show really (I had planned to leave a bit early.) The guard strode down the isle towards me. I would say that the guard was six foot three, brown short hair, brown eyes and very strong (I do say he was handsome!). He leans over the guardrail smiling at me, motioning me to come towards him. Never would I tought that just one statement would change my life as this...As I walked over he leans into my ear muttering softly, 'A Mr. Levy would like to see you ma'am, would you please come with me?'

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