Ever had that awkward feeling that you know you don't belong in a certain place? Where you were simply walking down the hallway, and you got shoved into a wall because you were "breathing a certain persons air"? Sounds a little bit like, say, your first day at a new school. You don't know anybody, you don't know where anything is, and you don't know where you belong. This is would be almost like backstage at a WWE show.
Except you've been watching these entertainers perform since you were seven, and you almost fainted when you watched Shawn Michaels and Triple H walk past you in the hallway, and you stare at them in awe and lose your words. Especially since Triple H just-so-happens to be your idol, and you mimicked him whenever you wrestled on the floor with your older brothers. Hell, you even bought Chyna's book, If The Only Knew, just to read about her and Triple H's relationship behind closed doors. To say I was his number-one-fan was an understatement.
That wasn't the point. If you're new in the business, you're new, and that's all you are ever going to be for the next couple of years. Unless, you turned out like Randy Orton, and made it big enough to be a main-eventer. However, we are not all third-generation superstars. So, in order not to be alone backstage, you have to stick with the other wrestlers hired by Vince from WWE's developmental territory, and pray to a higher being that you get chosen to have a match against somebody. By sticking together, you feel less awkward and you could even learn new moves from them in the practice-ring in the "Jobbers Gym" as they call it. You weren't even allowed to be in the same gym as a big-time performer. The only other place, besides the hallways, that you'll ever be close enough to see the sweat on a performer such as Randy Orton, you'd have to head on over to the catering room. Which was when I first laid my eyes on her in person.
I've seen her perform before. A man would be crazy not to think this woman was absolutely gorgeous. God, she looked even prettier in person. Her nice, white teeth showed off whenever she smiled that precious smile, and her laugh was to-die-for. I must sound like a love-sick puppy, but...for Jesus' sake...It was Kelly-fuckin'-Kelly!
I tried ignoring her at first. I tried averting my eyes in other directions, but they always flew back to her. She always sat in the same spot every day she arrived in the catering room. At the table in the far left corner, she always sat to the right of Brie Bella, and across from Nikki Bella, friends of hers from FCW, I presumed. Every day, I would take mental observations about her actions. She ate a salad, but took out the olives and left them on a napkin, and would drink out of her Figi water bottle. Then one day, my dream came true. Kelly Kelly looked in my direction, and smiled, spreading her beautiful lips back, and she even waved. I was at a loss for words. It seemed as though that was happening to me a lot lately. Short of breath, I waved back, and watched as she turned herself around and faced the Bella's once more.