Growing up my mother taught my siblings and I many things. She taught us to think for ourselves, to stand up for ourselves and that we should never expect to change a man unless he's in diapers. While teaching us this vital fact of life she also found time to teach us never to give up, to keep trying and never give up.

As my siblings as I got older our parents divorced and us three kids went our separate ways. Ironically we gravitated to similar sports, my brother learnt Martial Arts and by the time he was 20 his hands were legally considered weapons. My sister took up boxing after watching me practice with my trainer and she was soon winning fights all over Western Australian. And the baby of the family, me, wanted to take up wrestling but apart from, extremely dangerous backyard style wrestling, there were no wrestling schools in Queensland so I too took up the art of boxing.

I despised watching the sport on television but when I was in the ring I was a natural. And though I was a boxer I loved wrestling, more than anything. Naturally I had my favourite wrestler, one who I obsessed and day dreamt about. He was the biggest player in the game; he would have rather been screwing random ring rats than having a relationship. I took my mothers advise in my stride remembering not just her comments about trying to change a man but also her comments about never giving up. My plan, if I ever met this wrestler was to change him from the bubbling fool that he was into a faithful loving man. Unfortunately for me I was just a pathetic university student whose only chance of getting up close and personal with the man were my friends and I sitting front row at the WWE Rolling Thunder Down Under Tour.

Unfortunately the day 'my man' was stripped down to his sexy DTs at Wet 'N' Wild was one of those days I was at uni. It was a hot November day, and I mean hot. It was one of those days that had sweat just pouring off everybody, even those in the air-conditioned common room.

"This totally sucks. It's the hottest day in the history of the world, my man and his equally good looking friends are living it up at Wet 'N' Wild and not only do I have another lecture and tutorial I also have a match tonight" I complained to one of my flat mates and best friends Becca as I flopped down on a spare seat,

"I know it sucks! Hey how did you find out about where everybody was today? It was meant to be a secret."

"Jamie you didn't hack into Shane's computer again did you?" Our other friend cum flat mate, Hayley, asked,

"Hack into Shaney's computer? Me never... I hacked into Mc Mahon's"

"Jamie! You know how much trouble you get into by doing that" Becca exclaimed standing up,

"I know, I know but I have to know what my man's up to. Hey guys I got a tutorial now, see you back at the flat."

"Yea see you. Hey at least you get to see Shane at the show tomorrow night" Hayley said sighing at my pathetic behaviour,

"I know but tomorrow night he's going to be wearing ring kit not DTs" I called as I stepped outside into the blistering heat.

The next night my 4 roommates and myself piled into Ava's beat up car and headed to the entertainment centre. We each knew the wrestler's we were planning to support even if some of us didn't agree. Each of us also carried signs planning to block the vision of those sitting behind us.

The WWE knew how to open a show, after the usual THQ introductions they presented the over whelming male audience with a Trish Vs Stacey Bra and panties match. The show was going fantastic then my man came out, he was in a tag team match but that didn't matter he was looking hotter than ever with not shirt and extremely tight pants. I held up my sign and screamed my lungs out cheering him on. After he won his match, yes my beautiful man won, he made his way up the ramp. He was nearly to the curtain when he turned around and made eye contact with me, then he pointed to my sign, smiled and gave me the thumbs up before turning around and running through the curtain. I was in heaven my man; my beautiful man had noticed me.

After his match was the last match before intermission a Jericho Vs HHH accompanied by Stephanie Mc Mahon match. I would have rather headed for the bathroom than see HHH wrestle but I was a fan of Jericho's. Once the match had started Stephanie walked aimlessly around the ring before locking her eyes with mine. Carefully she walked over to us smiling,

"Hey,"

"Hey Stephanie" I said smiling back and slightly elbowing Becca who was stunned silent at the sight of one of her idols,

"What's your name?"

"Jamie why?"

"Well Jamie some of the boys out the back saw your face and they were wondering what happened. They are speculating a million different things; I think one of them even suggested aliens abducted you. But none of them will come out and ask so I thought I would"

"My face?" I asked slightly confused before realising she was talking about my cut lip and black eye,

"I had a boxing match last night, it got a little out of hand. If you think this is bad you should see the other chick," I explained smiling,

"Cool I wonder why none of the boys thought of something as logical as that. But I guess that's just boys for you."

"Yea"

"Hey Shane was talking about your sign can I see it?" She asked indicating to the sign now lying on the floor at my feet,

"Sure" I said bending down to pick it up. I handed it over the barrier to her and she smiled as she read allowed the words covering the picture of the man I worshipped,

"My Hurricane, My Hero. Nice. So you're a fan of our own super hero are you?"

"You could say that I love the man, showed me how to smile again. Oh my goodness I sound so pathetic" I replied shaking my head,

"Nah, ok maybe a little. Hey would you and your friends like to come backstage? You can tell the boys what really happened and meet Shane"

"Really?"

"Really" Stephanie said smiling.

Once the match was over and intermission announced security guard came over to take the 5 of us girls backstage.