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Nicola stepped off the plane in a daze. Her first time on a plane and she was alone…yeah, it pretty much sucked. She held onto her carry on bag tightly and went to grab her suitcases. She gazed at the pandemonium around her. Families cried as they were united, shrieks of "OH MY GOD YOU'RE SO TAN!" and "Are you guys ready to party? We're in Vegas baby!" Nicole
rolled her eyes at the scene and continued to scan the crowd for the transportation her uncle had promised to provide her, since he didn't trust her with driving herself.
Get lost in your hometown and suddenly you can't be trusted going anywhere
by yourself.
Nicola suddenly saw her name emblazoned on a sign held by a man in a dark
suit.
"Umm hi I'm Nicola," she started nervously.
"Identification," he demanded gruffly.
She shuffled through her carry on bag and pulled out a wallet, flipping it open to her driver's license. The man peered at it closely and curtly, nodded his head. "Please follow me." He bent and picked up her suitcases and strode outside. Nicola followed and gaped at the shiny, black, stretch limousine before her. She barely registered the man putting her suitcases in
the trunk.
"Miss?" grunted the driver, who was standing next to the open door of
the fancy car.
She shook herself out of her stupor and clamored in.
Holy crap. Thank you Uncle Mike, she thought as she lounged back. The vehicle started forward and for the next 15 minutes, Nicola relaxed and looked around the back of the limo. A minibar, a stereo system, and a TV. She sat back and decided not to touch anything.
Finally, the limo slowed to a stop. The driver got out and opened her door. Nicola stepped out as the driver went to retrieve her bags. She gaped at the arena.
Damn, she thought, looking up at the tall building. She bid farewell to the driver and walked forward. She saw a big beefy man blocking the entrance and holding a clipboard.
"Hi, I'm Nicola. My uncle told me to meet him here?"
"Pass and identification?" he demanded.
She scrambled to her carry on bag. "Just a second. I know it's in here somewhere," she smiled nervously. Her hand blindly groped around the compartment until it finally grasped leather. She pulled out her wallet and handed the giant her driver's license and pass her uncle had mailed her. He peered closely at both cards and finally allowed her inside.
Nicole followed the hallway until she found people and people she DID find. Dozens of workers in headsets ran to and fro, shouting at each other. Other people were yelling into cell phones and many superstars were in various states of dress.
"Geez, what's with the chaos?" she wondered out loud to herself.
"Well, this is what happens when you come on the night of the draft," said a voice from behind her.
"Oh shoot that's right," she sighed. "I'm Nicola." She stuck out her hand, taking in the girl's blue, purple, and teal streaked black hair, as she shook her hand.
"Kara."
"Oh! My uncle says your one of the most talented divas in the business, even though you're only 21. He says your moonsault is the best he's seen since Lita's."
"Who's your uncle?" Kara inquired.
"Michael Hickenbottom," Nicola smiled. Kara looked at her blankly. "Shawn Michaels," she confirmed.
"Oh! Duh," Kara slapped her palm to her face.
"Speaking of the infamous "Sexy Boy", have you seen him anywhere? I can't seem to find his locker room."
"Sure! Just follow me."
Nicola followed the diva through a tangle of hallways. Kara was just looking over her shoulder to tell her about how she had happened to get into the WWE at such a young age, when she ran into a hard body.
"Whoa. Calm down there Kara. The show doesn't start for another hour,"
chuckled the tall blond male.
"Oh sorry Adam!" she squeaked, stepping back and looking up at him.
"It's alright," he smiled. "Who's this?"
Kara was still in a bit of a daze, so Nicola took a deep breath and stepped forward in order to cover for her new friend.
"I'm Nicola. Michael Hickenbottom's niece. I'll be staying with him for the summer," she managed to say without sounding like a complete dork.
"Well have fun here. It'll get interesting with the draft," he said politely. He grinned and turned to the pinkfaced woman, "I'll see you out there later Kara."
"Bye," she replied faintly.
"That was subtle," Nicola commented dryly.
Kara bit her lip. "I know. I know. I just can't help myself. It's ADAM COPELAND."
"I know what you m" Nicola stopped suddenly. She stared off into the
distance.
"Hello?" Kara waved her hand in front of her face.
"Oh yeah. Sorry. Hi."
Kara looked to where the Hispanic had been gazing.
"Ken?! You were staring at Ken?!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Who is Ken?"
"You were staring at Mr. Kennedy! I can't believe it…well you know, he IS divorced now. Though he became a bit of an ass, once it was finalized. But hey, maybe you could be the one to make him act like a human again!" suggested Kara excitedly.
"Quiet. I don't even know the man. He's just…visually appealing. Just take me to my uncle now please before I spill out any more of my random thoughts," Nicola pleaded.
"Ok. Off we go."
After a few more twists and turns, Kara finally stopped and rapped lightly on a door.
"Drop 'em if you got 'em boys!" After some yelling from the guys inside, Kara was finally able to tell that Nicola's uncle was inside. She nodded and said "He should be in here. Good luck with MISTER Kennedy….KENNEDY!"
"Good luck with Adam. Maybe you'll end up together too," smirked Nicola.
"We're on two completely different rosters!" she exclaimed.
"If fate wants you together. It'll happen. If you go the same roster, he will come," joked Nicola, mocking the movie Field of Dreams. She entered through the door, just in time to dodge a swipe of the diva's hand.