Disclaimer: I do not own any WWE/TNA superstars whom feature in my story, nor any arenas or anything. However, I do own the OC Sephy and any others which I add to this story at a later date.
Dear diary,
Unbelievable.
Another day with absolutely no success in getting any superstar to notice me. I am the Undertaker's daughter, yet I dress completely normal.
Perhaps that is why I am never noticed. Just maybe.
Or maybe it's the fact that I am so painfully shy.
Currently I'm unsure.
All I know is that I sure as anything have my eyes on Jeff Hardy. It's just a shame he doesn't seem to know who I am. I spend every single week with him, telling him his agenda, which matches he takes place in, any new storylines or title shots which are coming up for him. He would joke around with me; we would make one another laugh. Yet I doubt he knows my name.
It's become obvious to me that I am known as 'Mark Calloway's kid'. It's really impossible to say just how irritated that makes me. All of my life, that is all I've ever been.
Is that all I'll ever be?
Always yours,
Sephy
Narrator's P.O.V:
Dressed in a white blouse, tight black professional pants and heels, Sephy didn't exactly stick out in the crowd. Travelling with the WWE and holding the show together, telling people what to do, she walked the corridors as if she was invisible. However, was she really invisible to everyone?
Of course not. Sephy was on the mind of one special man in particular. And who was that man?
Jeff Hardy.
Jeff Hardy's POV:
Damnit. Another week and I still haven't picked up the courage to ask that gorgeous girl out on a date. I'm so pathetic. The reason I haven't asked her out? She's Mark Calloway's daughter. It is quite obvious he would mutilate me. Not to mention, I doubt she even thinks of me as a friend. Does she even notice me? After all, she does do this job for a lot of other superstars, not just me. Am I just 'some other guy'? I really don't know.
All I really know is; I'm going to find out.
End of Chapter One.