Fiery Passions and Unfolding Dreams

There are always those songs you have on your iPod that you skip, but never take them off of it. Randy Orton's theme song is not one of those songs. Every time I hear it, I get chills. It reminds me of the time I went to a RAW house show; he was walking to the ring and looked me straight in the eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes stared into mine for a good three seconds. I will forever treasure those three seconds.

"Lauren!" I turned to see my best friend Max calling after me.

"Whats up?" I asked, pausing the sound track that kept me walking. Max was only three months older than me, but it gave him an advantage on things he could do as an adult.

"I know it's not your birthday until tomorrow, but I wont see you for a few months." Max whipped out a small rectangular cardboard box. It wasn't wrapped, it didn't have a bow on it. Only the words ' GREATEST GIFT EVAR!' were sprawled across it in the strangely neat handwriting of Max. It was so like him to not wrap my eighteenth birthday gift.

"Um, thanks." I said, taking the poorly drawn out gift and shivering in the cold. "Where are you going, bro?"

He looked to his left, then to his right, checking if anyone was there. "I know you can appreciate my ambition. You're also the only one who wont laugh at me. I'm going to Canada."

"I love Canada!" I exclaimed. I always wanted to go to Canada.

"I know. But thats not the best part. I'm going to the Hart Brothers' Wrestling Camp." Max had the biggest smile on his face as he saw my grin enlarge.

"I AM SO JEALOUS!" I hugged him in excitement. "I'm so happy for you. I know thats always been your dream."

"I know! I'm so excited! Open your gift, missy."

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. The writing on the top of the box didn't lie. This was literally the best gift. Ever. "I can't believe you bought me tickets to WrestleMania!"

" Who's the best friend a girl could have? Well, I gotta run. My mom lost my passport, so I have to go find it. See ya in a few months!" He kissed my forehead and made a mad dash to his car. I waved goodbye, a wide smile on my face the whole time.

I nearly fell over. My best friend took the first step to becoming a wrestler. His dream was unfolding. My dream, unfolding on his life. I decided at that moment that I would become the best Diva in the history of all Divas.

Two months later, I walked through the entrance of the venue for WrestleMania. I hadn't heard from Max at all during those two months. I wasn't sure who to bring to WrestleMania with me, because he and I were the only two people that were into wrestling. At least out of the people I knew. So, when I had told my friend Chelsea I had an extra ticket, it surprised me that she jumped at the chance to go.

I had on some ripped jeans and a CM Punk tee shirt. I got stares from surrounding fans. Ever since CM Punk had joined Nexus, not a lot of people liked him. As a fan of both CM Punk and Nexus, I only liked him more. Chelsea sported a John Cena tee shirt. We wore conflicting shirts, but we both really came to see one man: Randy Orton.

I made a mental note to thank Max a billion times for these tickets, because Chelsea and I sat right in the front row, the side that the camera was always facing.

Only one match into WrestleMania, the most annoying sound ever heard in the history of the WWE. "May I have your attention please. I have received an email from the anonymous Raw General Manager." Chelsea and I looked at each other and held up our sign that said 'And I Quote'

"And I quote..." The most annoying words in the history of the WWE. "I hope you all are enjoying WrestleMania. I just wanted to inform you, WWE Universe, that there is a big surprise coming tonight. I can't wait to see the look on all of your faces."

I wasn't sure what the GM was talking about, but I sure was excited. A surprise? Cool!

The night went on, and Chelsea and I were all but bored. Each match amazed us more than the one before it. The last match was up. It was a continuation of the all too well known rivalry of Nexus and a Mr. John Cena. John's music played, and Chelsea started cheering. I just laughed, waiting for the arrival of Nexus. I had never been a fan of John Cena. He walked to the ring, sporting all of his taunts. Once CM Punk's music started to play, a whole new chorus of chants began, a mixture of cheering and boo-ing. I myself cheered like there was no tomorrow.

About five minutes into the match, the arena went pitch black. You could still hear bodies slamming inside the squared circle for a moment, but even the rivalry inside it had halted. Did the power go out, or was this all part of the GM's big surprise?

The Titantron flashed on and off, an eerie blue and black. Was the Undertaker coming out or something? Then, I had heard the music I had missed from the ring for too long. Spotlights lit up the area where the Superstars emerged from the locker room, and out walked the man that is the best in the world at what he does. I secretly loved the GM for giving us this surprise.

I couldn't take my eyes off the short man that walked ever so slowly to the ring. He had a cocky look on his face, and I knew it was real. Chris Jericho was back, in the flesh. He stepped into the ring, and the lights slowly returned to their bright selves. He walked right up to CM Punk, and stared him dead in the eye, as if he was going to tell him to fuck off. But the cheering ceased as Jericho stuck out his hand, and Punk shook it. The two men proceeded to beat Cena to a pulp. There was no sound in the arena from the WWE Universe. Not even Jerry Lawler or Michael Cole spoke. Everyone was in awe of the GM's surprise.