Chapter 1:

*Ivy's POV*

Soon I arrived to the building where I have called work for a few weeks now. NXT. Longtime fan of wrestling and finally made one of my life proposals become a reality.

"Hey Ivy!" I hear an acquaintance of mine Bayley call out with a huge smile on her face, running towards me.

"Hey Pamela," I greeted back, not returning the smile.

"Not feeling it today?"

"Same as any other day," I sighed.

"Come here," she says softly, pulling me into a hug.

I hug her back tightly, hoping to remove my negative thoughts and emotions, but I knew it's not the case.

"How about this," she smiles to me, "you and I go out on Saturday for a girls' day out?"

"I don't know-"

"Come on girl! You hardly go out!"

"Promise me it will be only you and me," I finally gave in.

"I promise!"

"Okay," I finally smiled small.

"Come on Ivy, let's go!"

Soon later, my wrestling gear fits on my petite, short, curvy body. A black corset with straps and sweetheart neckline molds to the shape of my hourglass figure and has silver stripes. Silver tight pants has black splits down as the matching black and silver knee-high boots gets laced up.

My in ring makeup is simple like black and silver eyeshadows with black eyeliner around my black eyes into a cat's eye. Of course ivory foundation and concealer is on my face. Black lipstick colors my small, full lips. Soon my ebony black hair gets into a it's signature braid with long silver ribbons intertwining with the locks. Two matching hair bands hold everything together from the top part of my neck and at least an inch above the bottom.

Once satisfied, I head out to the entrance. My upcoming match is against Bayley. Usually, wrestlers will wait until when a backstage person tells them how many minutes they have left, but as far as mystl I would arrive at least ten minutes early. Mainly I can practice my in rin attitude. It's hard to be the person that everyone sees.

"Okay smile, be girly like, and have a good time," I mumbled to myself.

"You know sooner or later you need to remove the negative thoughts and emotions permanently," my alter ego speaks to me from inside my head.

"I know, but I don't know what can help us."

"Why would ye say that?" an Irish accent speaks to me.

I turn to see a fellow wrestler here in NXT. Finn Balor. He's probably hearing the one side conversation.

"What I was talking about I don't wish to talk about," I replied then I look down to my boots, "I am sorry if I wasted your time."

"Ye didn't waste me time," he smiles softly to me then frowns, "are ye alright?"

"Yes I'm alright."

"Ye sure?"

"Please me be Fergal," I almost begged, accidently hinting my depression.

His blue eyes stare at me for a few moments before speaking again, "Do you have plans this Friday?"

"This Friday?"

"Yes."

"None that I can I think of …..why?"

"Would ye like to go out with me?" he asked soundly nervous?

An eyebrow raised up in confusion, but then I asked, "where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," a smile appear on his face.

My black eyes stare at him for a few moments before my music plays. "After my match, I'll give you my address and number," I said to him, leaving. "What the?" I mumbled to myself.

'You're welcome,' my alter ego says.

I keep the memory at the back of my mind as I continue on with my match.

*After the match*

Paige gets the win for the match and the memory came back. I have to give Finn my address and number?! Everyone sees me leave the arena as she gets the victory.

When I arrived to the locker room that I share with some of the girls. Surprisingly there's actually a notebook and pen in my bag. So I write it down and immediately look for him along the way towards home. I find him talking to one of his students that he trains in the wrestling business. The Little Owl herself Jasmine Blueford. I didn't feel jealous because she's not interested in him in that way…...why would I think of that?

"I'll see you later," Jasmine smiles to him before giving him a sibling like hug.

"See ye," he smiles back, returning the hug.

Once she left, I approach towards him feeling shy, "F-Fergal?"

"Oh Ivy!" he smiles bigger towards me.

"H-Here's my information," I said, giving him the note.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Suddenly, our eyes met in a romantic contact. We stay like this for a little while before we broke into a hug. Well he gently wrap me in his arms, making me drop my bag. I feel warmth from his body and I actually like this feeling. Slowly my arms wrap themselves around him, embracing him.

"I'll call ye later," he says, pulling away.

"Okay."