Nicky was nervous it was her debut night, she stood side by side with her father. She finally convinced her father at the age of 14 to let her start wrestling and she was a pro. Growing up watching all these wrestlers do their thing in the ring Nicky just loved it. Now at the age of 19 she was debuting with her father on his return to raw. He wore his usual lord of darkness outfit while Nicky had her auburn waist length hair straightened instead of curled, her piercing green eyes had dark eye liner around. While she wore A Morgan Vest top with lace back detail, topshop moto ripped low rise leigh jeans, adidas BBNEO Raleigh Shoes, with a pair of Black and White Rose Earring. All was covered in a black cloak with the hood up. Her father was getting into character while she was too, she held the urn that were supposedly the ashes of Paul Bearer.
"Are you ready baby girl?" Mark said looking down at the 5'0 ft tall beauty. Nicky looked up seeing her father fully determined and caring eyes all her nerves flew away. Nicky nodded happily. There was no turning back now, she was here where many others wanted to be. Nicky held the urn close to her, wearing all black gloves so she didn't show any skin or to reveal herself. Her father was supposed to introduce her as his daughter to the WWE universe he was passing on an era to her. Her heart stopped when she heard the bell toll. It was time, time to become Raven.
(Skipping to inside the ring.)
"Last Night Wrestle Mania I dedicated that match to Paul Bearer." The crowd was ecstatic chants surrounded the ring for the undertaker. I knew just standing in the ring this is where I want to be for the rest of my life.
"A man that I have…" Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta, The shield! Rang through the arena. I looked at my father seeing this was not planned at all. It was the Hounds of Justice and I know they been here since 2012 but why would they need to come here.
I handed to urn to one of the stage crew and walked to my father side watching from under my hood the Hounds, Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins walk through the people of the WWE Universe. As they approached closer dad unbuttoned his cloak I was reaching to pull my hood off when I was stopped.
"Go backstage now." I looked at him shaking my head his eyes held so much passion and fury. That I couldn't say anything but obey. I slide out the ring running backstage only to feel a couple pairs of eyes burn into my back. I ran backstage straight to Uncle Kane and his partner Daniel Bryan room.
"Uncle Kane please come dad in trouble." I spoke in one big breath. He stood imminently.
"What kind of trouble?" he asked.
"The Hounds of Justice trouble." I said picking up a kendo stick as I started my way back to the gorilla. I watched on one of the screen as my dad was surrounded by the hounds of justice about to get attacked. When the Pyro for my uncle blasted sending then off all three of us ran down to the ring sliding inside. I knew my father was going to be mad but he would have been pissed if he would have been beat by those three. Standing side by side we watch as the shield retreated only having the gaze of the lunatic fringe in the group look directly at me.
That's when I noticed, my hood was off.