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Alicia's POV
When I walk into the arena I take a quick glance around and I have to admit, I'm a bit…terrified. What if I'm not cut out for this? I'll admit, I have been privileged, I was trained by the best and having a father who's a great wrestler doesn't exactly hurt, although sometimes it doesn't help much either. People expect me to be a spoiled, wimpy brat, which I'm not, but once an opinion is formed about you, people don't really care. I've been told that I have talent, but I'm not always sure if it's truth or if people just tell me that because they think it's what me and my Dad want to hear. I sigh. I don't know, I could be right or wrong. I know I wouldn't want to be on Chris Benoit's bad side, family or not. I shake my head. I really need to try to stop being so negative! I am my own person and I hope to make a legacy for myself for something other than my last name! When I get to the Women's locker room, my Dad is standing next to the doorway, waiting. "Aww Dad, did you get demoted to bodyguard?" A small smirk appears on his face at that comment. "And you may wanna back away. Standing about 2 inches out of the Diva's doorway seems a mixture of suspicious and creepy." I say as I run a hand through my shoulder length light brown hair as he gives me a look. "What? I'm just saying, so you don't get attacked by some girls who think you're a peeping tom." I smile an amused smile at him. He walk's over to me with a serious look on his face, then he smiles and gives me a bear hug. The way he hugged me you would have thought it'd been three years and not three weeks since he'd seen me. He'd been busy working, obviously, and I'd been preparing to start work. But he always get's this way when he hasn't seen me or my Mom for an extended period of time. We like to tease him, act like he's a big softy, which he is compared to the character he play's on TV, especially when it comes to his family. "Ready for your match tonight, Dad?" I ask as I free myself from his embrace. "I always am. Are you ready for tonight?" I nod. "I was born ready, I can't wait!" We smile at each other. "Good, I'll be watching your match in the back before my match." I laugh. "I wouldn't except you'd miss it for anything. Dad, I kinda have to go get ready, my match start's soon. I'll talk to you after the show." I give him a quick hug, then I disappear into the locker room to prepare for my match against Candice Michelle. It will be my first professional match, I cross my fingers and pray for the best.
End Chapter One! I'm already at work on chapter two so it should be posted the next time I come online! R&R and if you don't like it, if you must comment, please be gentle!
