Okay so this is the complete first chapter and the complete summery. Sorry for mistakes in grammar and spelling so yeah enjoy. Oh and by the way I do edit the chapters as soon as I can get on my computer the next day since I can't edit it on my iPod so if you don't understand it cause it's all a big mess just wait it will be edited by the next day :-)

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Summery: Rythymic Gymnist Analia Evans had everything at a touch of her fingertips. A gold metal and a succesful start to the 2012 Olympic season. One wrong step at the 2011 World Championships, left her in the hospital and with a crushed dream. With her heart broken and her body no longer able to withstand the pain of rythymic gymnastics, she accepts Vince McMahons offer to be the backstage interviewer for RAW and WWE Payperviews. What happens when the WWE Roster doesn't agree with Vince's decision to hire a girl who doesn't know the first thing about wrestling? Will anyone look past her gymnist past and help her through her first year in the WWE? Will she stay strong or crack under pressure and breakdown the same way she did when she found out her Olympic dream and her career had come to an end? Who will help her relize that words will never hurt her?

I was close. So close. One spin away from finishing my ribbon routine. I had already gotten high scores in ball, hoop, clubs, and rope. Just one more high score in ribbon and I would have become the all around gold metal in Rythymic gymnastics. But instead as I landed on right leg I felt something crack I could litteraly feel something inside my leg tearing apart. It felt like someone was playing tug of war inside my leg. Until the rope finnaly ripped. I barely regestered when I landed on the floor immidetly clutching at my leg. When I tried to sit up I heard bone snap. At that moment everything seemed to be in slow motion as I layed on the ground I saw my trainers feet feet running toward me. I heard voices. They sounded distant and unclear. I could barely understand what they were saying my guess was that they were asking me if I was alright. I felt like I had no control of my body. I couldn't feel my fingertips all I was focused on was the pain that was radiating from my leg it was the worst pain that I had ever felt. I couldn't take it anymore my eyes closed and I fell into the darkness that had come over me.

Light shined in my eyes. I felt like screaming at someone to turn it off. My throat felt sore and I was unable to talk. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a bright white room. On my bedside there was beautiful flowers in a vase. I looked all around the room and saw get well balloons and Teddy bears and flowers lots of flowers. I also saw a stack of get well cards next to the flowers on my bedside. I smiled at the cards. Thankfully on the other side of me there was a pitcher of water and some glasses all perfectly ordered in a pretty sequence. I reached over and poured water in the closest cup there was to me. I thankfully sipped the water and my throat instantly felt better it wasn't untill I tried to sit up fully that I relized what was wrong. My full left leg was in a cast a thick one at that. I didn't know what this was but I knew that whatever it was, it wasn't good. I heard someone call my name and looked up. " How are you Analia?" the doctor said I reconigzed him as my my family doctor. It was obvious they would bring him in. "Hi Dr. Calvan" I said stretching. "So what's the verdict? How long do I have before I can go back to the mat?" Now I knew something was wrong. He was looking at me hesitantly and then his expression turned to one of sadness. "Analia, i'm afraid that you won't be able to go back to gymnastics." the doctor said. I was in shock I refused to believe it. "No there's a mistake I've had injurys before and I've always been able to come back. I can come back from this one too." I said to him though I knew it was more for my own sake than his. Deep down inside I knew that I wasn't gonna be able to return from an injury as serious as this one. I felt tears running down my cheeks. At the thought of never going back to the gymnastic mat I felt my heart rip in two. My head fell back into the pillow the doctor must have relized that I needed alone time since he left the room.

What was I going to do now? My whole life I trained to go to the Olympics. That was over. I had no other thing to strive for. I went to collage and got a degree broadcast journalism. But that was only to please my mother since my father was one of my coaches he wanted me to focus only on gymnastics but mother didn't allow that. What was left for me to live for. It was as if a huge crash had just sounded. The sound of my dream getting crushed.

The next few days got worse it really started to hit me that I wouldn't go back. Until I got a very interesting call from a mister Vincent K. McMahon. I had found something to live for. Wasn't as great as being an Olympic gold medalist but it would get the bills paid and I would get to travel around the world. All if this came true with 5 words that Vince McMahon said to me.

Welcome to World Wrestling Entertainment.

Hey so I know this chapter will be all messed up and bad until tommorow so bare with me while I get a good nights sleep.