Flashback

It had been a boring week for Nick, also known as Dolph Ziggler. He hadn't been given a decent push in a while in WWE, which had left him a little depressed and spiritless. Though he had bugged Stephanie and Vince for what had felt like hours about it, they had given most of the opportunities to their golden child, Randy Orton. And Dolph wasn't the only one backstage who was annoyed with their choice.

He wandered the arena, unsure of what he was actually looking for. Usually it was a good conversation, though today he just wanted the company, and there were plenty of people rushing around to hang around with. He walked towards the cantine area, hoping to get a bite to eat before all the good food was gone.

That's when he saw her. She walked towards him with a skip in her step, her long brown hair hung at either side of her tanned, youthful face, falling down her back like silk. He couldn't help but notice how much energy the small woman had brought into the room suddenly, it made every hair on his body stand up on end. She wore a skull t-shirt and red capri's to show off her olive skin, finished off with a pair of clean black converse. It was like she was going to middle school, rather than skipping the halls of WWE.

The brunette glanced in his direction, her deep brown eyes stared into his soul for a moment, before the corners of her mouth curved into a smile. He knew it then. He knew that he had to have her.

"Hey." She spoke, her voice as sweet as angels. "I'm April." The brunette held her hand out, her wrist covered with black and red bands and her manicured nails painted black.

"Nick." He mustered, feeling flustered from the presence of the bright woman. He took her small hand in his, feeling the warmth generate from her as he shook her welcomingly.

"I know." The girl blushed, coyly looking down at the floor like a shy school girl. "I mean, I'm a big fan." He stared straight ahead, unable to speak. This was unusual for the show off, who had built a reputation as a womanizer within the WWE, to be stuck for words.

Just then, a familiar voice interrupted their conversation. "April, so glad you could make it!" Triple H welcomed the girl, wrapping his arms around the petite brunette. An unsettling feeling churned in Dolph's stomach at the sight of her in another mans arms, but he quickly shook it away. "Shall we?" He asked her, motioning towards his office. She nodded with a grin, before turning to face Dolph one last time.

She smiled, showing her pearly white teeth as she waved to the show off. "See you around." She spoke softly, before turning to leave.

Dolph was left to catch his breath as he watched April walk away, wondering if he would ever see her again. All he had was a name. April. It rang in his head over and over, her soft voice replaying in his mind. He shook his head, as if shaking away any thoughts of her. There was no way that a girl was having this affect on the show off, especially not one who skipped around the backstage of the most prestige wrestling company in the world in converse and capri's.