My heart pounded, and I thought the worst thing in the

world might happen. "What do I do now?" I whispered, confused and a

little bit scared. Okay, so I was trembling. I decided, to go down to the ring. What else could I do?

As I walked down the few steps, I knew everyone was watching me.

When I went over the wall, before the ring, I hoped that the security

guards would stop me from going to him. I had no such luck. Instead of stopping me, they allowed me to get in the ring, and stood around the ring. I had no way to get out. This made me even more nervous.

There I stood, face to face with Taker, the mic away from his face. I should have been ecstatic, but instead I felt like I wanted to run. Running, of course was impossible.

"Why did you call me to the ring?" I asked him, my voice

strained and shaking.

"Why did you want to talk to me?" was the answer I got.

Everything I wanted to say to him, had vanished from my

mind. Instead of answering him, I got foolish for a minute. "Why," I

paused and took a breath, "do you want to talk to me in this ring?"

He didn't answer me. Instead, he just stared at me. I

felt like his eyes would bore right through me. Great, I thought,

another wrong thing I said. What will he do next? I didn't have to

wait long, as he brought the mic up to his lips, and addressed his

fans in the arena.

"Why? You want to know why" he said. I just nodded my

head. "Why don't you tell us all why you wanted to talk to me?"

"I am a fan of yours and have always wanted to work with

you."

There was a long pause, before anything was said. He

then told me to wait for him backstage. The security guards cleared

a path for me, and followed me as I went up the ramp. I stood to the

side of the curtain, waiting for him as he finished addressing the

fans. What just happened? I couldn't believe what just happened? I

thought I would fall asleep, when I heard footsteps coming up the

ramp.