The petite redhead stood backstage at Conseco Fieldhouse, best known for it's Pacers basketball games. Tonight however, it was home of a game with greater stakes. Where nicely toned calves were mere eye-candy if they couldn't be used as a weapon and what happened behind the curtain was almost as important as what in the spotlight.
Indianapolis was and interesting enough city and she knew it well. She relished the days excursions as an anonymous local-perhaps a tourist. Having her photo taken for
possibly the dozenth time on the stone steps of Circle Center Monument, walking the waterways of the canal with her companions, Alicia, Brian and her beloved Ashton.
Another face in the crowd was a bittersweet notion. For after tonight her face would be known by millions through out the globe. Was it logical, even normal to be having second thoughts about something she had worked nearly half her life to obtain? This wasn't a couple of hundred people (if even) seeing a five dollar-occasionally free- show on a Friday night. This was the major league of professional wrestling World Wrestling Entertainment or perhaps, better known by it's acronym, simply WWE. tonight was the night she and her friends would make their debuts, and take their places among many who will attempt to reach the top of stardom, and a meager few who will succeed .