A/N: okay, i kno i shud be updating my other stories, but i just had to get this up...dunno why. hope u guys like it.
Prologue
Dear Diary,
Once again, Mom has been yelling at me.
You see diary, Wrestlemania 21 is coming up and I really want to get it on pay-per-view, but no, Mom won't let me. She keeps telling me how I shouldn't watch wrestling, that it's for guys, not girls. I try to point out to her that girls wrestle too, but she won't listen. Sometimes, when I watch RAW or SmackDown in the living room, my mom gets caught up in it too, so I explain things to her. But then the next day, she plays the same old tune, that I should stop watching it. Once, I told her that wrestling is nothing but a soap opera, except that they settle their problems in the ring. She had just scoffed and continued doing the laundry.
This is why I can't tell her my deepest darkest secret. Only one other person knows, and that's because she shares the same dream. And that dream is to be a WWE wrestler. Not a diva that just prances around half naked, but one that actually wrestles.
But that's just a dream, and probably all it'll ever be. Because I face the facts. Look at me, I'm short and wear glasses. And I'm not exactly the fittest person in the world. Truthfully, I absolutely hate physical activities, but for wrestling I could make an exception for.
Just thinking about being in the ring with an opponent, all eyes on me, the adrenaline rush surging through my body, sends shivers up my spines and goose bumps on my arms. I truly love this business, and I'm not even in it.
I may only be 12 years old, but with you as my witness diary, I promise that somehow, someday, I will try my hardest to get a job in the WWE, whether it be as a gopher, general manager, ring announcer, or wrestler.
And I never go back on a promise.
I have to go now, RAW starts in 5 minutes.
Lotsa Luv,
Angel Baker