Prologue
"Honey, that was your best match ever! You keep working hard like that and you might become a champion one day." Joy Giovanni smiled as she headed towards the women's locker room. She was hot off a victory over her friend Michelle McCool. Wrestling was starting to just click for the short brunette.
As as she continued her conversation with Michelle, she bumped the side of a large man, knocking some papers out of his hand. She bent down to help pick them up. "I'm so so sorry. I should've be paying better attention."
"No, it's really no problem," said a gruffly deep voice. Joy looked up, only to look eyes with the iconic Kevin Nash. He stood up; Joy followed soon after. The two shook hands, introducing themselves. "Wow, Joy, you're quite the beautiful woman. I'm sure you'll make a strong name for yourself in the future here."
Joy giggled, trying to hide her blushing. She was standing in front of the Kevin Nash! It was one of her dreams really coming true. "Well, thank you. That means so much coming from you. I'd better get going. It was so lovely meeting you, Kevin." She turned in the opposite direction, strutting away to her locker room.
Michelle came over to her, hounding her with comments abo ut how lucky she was to have met the legend. The women continued to laugh hysterically through their own light hearted comments. Michelle soon left joy all alone in the locker room; every diva had already left. Joy hopped in the shower, lathering up her curvy body with cinnamon body soap. She did the same thing to her hair, massaging her scalp gently. As she did so, she couldn't help but feel as though she was being watched.
She exited the locker room no more than 20 minutes later. He tight waves bounced with ever step she took. Her makeup had a natural glow to it; her lips filled in with a sea of red. Her high heels tapped with every step as she took. The jeans she wore were light and hugged all of her curves, just as he white tank top did. She looked, and felt, like a million dollars. A dark figure lurked on from behind the shadows.
Joy heard a faint noise click from behind her. She called out behind her, "Hello? Is anybody there?" Nothing returned her call. She continued on to her car. The noise returned. She called the same phrase out, frustration noticeable in her voice. Again, nothing. She turned towards her car, running after she heard a sound for the third time. Once she hit the car, she stood her wheeling bag up. She grabbed her car keys, dropping them. She knelt down to pick them up when a force threw her up against the car. It pinned her arms on her sides.
Joy, scared beyond belief, tried to call out. "Please, somebody help me!" The figure threw her on the ground before she could continue with her cries. In the process, Koy had hit her head off the concrete. She was dazed as she looked up at the dark figure. It was holding some sort of tool. Before she could try anything, the object hit her once on the head. She was out, down for the count.