Shelby wondered through the twists and turns of the hallways in the arena. Her mind being one her new job. She couldn't believe she was finally here. She had worked her but off the last few years to get her degree in computer science. Now it had paid off when the job for Head technical Engineer came open for WWE she had applied for it and got it. Vince McMahon had been a little concerned with her youth, she was only 21, but she had convinced him she was very serious about the job. She had only been here a week and she loved it. The crew was very nice which was helpful since Shelby was a very shy person, but she was working on that. She loved wrestling her whole life and this job was a dream come true. She loved the traveling. She had no family. Her mother had put her in foster care when she was 5 and Shelby had never seen her again. Her childhood had been spent in a series of foster homes which changed frequently. She had never had a chance to become close to any of them. She had concentrated on two things in her life wrestling and her education. She had got a scholarship because of her good grades and put it to use. Now she was where she wanted to be and couldn't be happier. She hadn't met many of the wrestlers except for Trish Stratus and Jeff Hardy. They were both great. Trish seemed to have taken Shelby under her wing. Trish had dragged her along to a club last night and Shelby was surprised she had a good time. She blushed when she thought of how Trish had teased her about dancing with Jeff. Jeff was sweet but they were just friends. Shelby wasn't really interested in relationships anyway. The two sexual experiences she had had in her life had been bad. Groping hands of a teenaged boyfriend and both times had been painful for her. She was in no hurry to repeat the experience. Besides only one man made her feel anything. The object of her crush since she was a little kid. All of a sudden Shelby slammed into something hard like a wall. She fell back on her butt spilling her soda everywhere. "Why the hell don't ya watch where you're going you stupid idiot?" A loud voice yelled at her. She looked up and just about died on the spot. It was the man of her dreams The Undertaker and boy was he pissed. She felt like falling through the floor. "I'm sorry." She mumbled horrified. "You should be goddammit. Now I got to go change clothes again." He yelled. She realized she had spilled her soda all over him. Shelby scrambled up and mumbled another apology and fled. Taker was pissed. Why did they let damn people wander around back here? She was probably one of the set up crew although she looked a little young. Most likely a ring rat hoping to get lucky. He cursed his way back to his dressing room and changed clothes. By the time he had changed he had calmed down and felt bad about yelling at the kid. He ran his hand through his close cropped auburn hair. It was this damn divorce it was turning him into an ogre. He was snapping at everyone lately. He thought about that bitch soon to be ex-wife. He wondered just how many men that bitch had slept with while he was on the road. He slammed his hand into the wall. Damn he would jut be glad when this was all over.
Shelby had ran all the way back to her empty office. A small make shift room set up in the arena backstage area. She shut the door and sat down at her desk and cried. She couldn't believe what had just happened. The man she had loved for years and she had screwed it up. She knew it was just a crush but all through her lonely childhood Taker had been the one constant thing in her life. She had watched him every week. It was like Taker was her only friend growing up. Now she had fucked that up. He probably hated her now. She laid her head on the desk sobbing. She didn't hear the door open. "Shelby what's wrong honey?" Trish asked. Shelby looked up and seen Trish. Trish came around the desk and put her arm around Shelby. She wondered what the hell was wrong. Shelby was a sweet kid and Trish really liked her. She was 5"5 with long wavy brown hair and big hazel eyes. Trish had told her she could be a diva and Shelby had just laughed and told her no way. No Trish looked at those big eyes filled with tears and wondered what was wrong. "Come on tell me what s wrong." Trish said. Shelby told her what had happened through her tears. "I think he hates me now." Shelby said. That big jerk Trish thought. "Honey he can be a bear sometimes. He doesn't mean it. He's just going through a nasty divorce. He's been a little moody lately." She said. She knew Shelby had a crush on him. She had told Trish about her lonely childhood and watching Taker every week. Poor kid Trish thought. " I should go give him a piece of my mind." Trish said. "No don't Trish. I just want to forget it ever happened. I hope I don't ever see him again." Shelby said miserably. "That's the spirit just put that old grump out of your mind. We don't leave till in the morning. Let's go out tonight. I bet Jeff will go with us and I asked Brock too. We'll have fun." Trish said giving her a hug. "Okay. Thanks Trish." Shelby said. "Forget about him Shelby. He's not worth crying over." Trish said. "I got to get back to work; we got a show to put on." Shelby said. "Me too. I got to kick some ass tonight." Trish said. "Who you up against tonight?" Shelby asked. "Molly Holly." Trish said rolling her eyes. Shelby laughed. "Piece of Cake, you'll demolish her." Shelby said. Trish smiled. "I hope it's that easy." She said. "I'll see you at our room. I'll meet you there about 11:00 PM." Shelby said. They had taken to rooming together. Trish said it was better than rooming with the other Diva's. All they talked about were men and make up Trish had said. She gave Shelby a hug. "Now get back to work and forget about Taker." She said. Shelby nodded. But that was easier said than done.