I watched the show from the front row that night. The nerves were kicking in, and my heart was beating fast. My palms were sweaty, and all I could think about was something going wrong. I felt slightly intimidated, sitting on the front row. A little girl of around 8 years old sat to my left with what looked like her father and to my right was a fat, hairy biker guy with one of the longest beards I had ever seen. I smiled at the little girl as she looked up at me. In some ways, just looking at her kind of reminded me of a younger version of myself. Her dirty blonde hair was in plaits down both sides of her face, and the RKO shirt she was wearing was almost drowning her.
"Are you a Randy Orton fan?", I asked her, hoping that regardless of age, I'd have someone ringside to break my loneliness. She nodded shyly, biting at her thumb nail. I gave her the widest grin.
"What do you like most about him?", She looked me directly in the eye and seemed to relax a little when I asked her.
"He kicks butt", She said simply as her cheeks lit up. I laughed a little at her answer, hoping that maybe I could have proof of her statement right here tonight.
"Oh he does? I've never seen him wrestle before", I admitted, and the little girls face dropped.
"Do you live under a rock?", She questioned, confused.
"Ahaaha, pretty much", I joked, "If you could name one thing about him you don't like, what would it be?".
"The baby oil. He's too shiny", She laughed, crossing her arms and sitting up in her seat.
"Oh, I'll have to watch out for that too.. ", I noted. A few moments passed, and I found myself looking around the arena, viewing a sold out show.
"My names Imogen. I like your hair", I heard a little voice behind me speak. Turning my head, I saw the little girl next to me smiling, admiring my hair.
"Imogen, that's a lovely name. My names Jenna and I actually do love your shirt", I smiled.
"I'm confused. You haven't seen Randy perform before, but you know his name and his finishing move?", Imogen puzzled.
"Okay.. what would you say if I told you I was related to one of the superstars backstage tonight?", I quizzed her. A smile grew on her face.
"Who?", She started to get fidgety in the seat. I pulled my phone from my pocket and searched through my picture folder for a photo of me and Ted. I came across one that we had taken last year in Tampa, so I handed my phone to Imogen.
"Ted DiBiase? He's awesome! You are so lucky!", Imogen smiled. Instead of handing me the phone straight back, she tapped the man on the arm next to her, asking for his attention.
"Daddy... Daddy look! This girl is related to Ted DiBiase..", Imogen beamed as she showed her dad the phone. He didn't flinch, and I couldn't blame him. Not for the fact Ted isn't the most well-known superstar, but for the fact I could be any random person claiming to be Ted's cousin.
"That's really cool Gen", He smiled, then he locked eye contact with me.

"Jenna DiBiase", I decided to introduce myself.
"Andy McKintosh.. so you really are a DiBiase then?", He furrowed his eyebrows, questioning. Andy looked to be the age of about 40, as he had some lines and creases in his forehead. A beanie hat covered most of his head, but from what I could tell, he had thick, brown hair. A pair of thick framed glasses were perched on his nose, and a nose ring through his right nostril. His t-shirt read "King of Kings", and thanks to my childhood of wrestling, I had an incling into who it was. I nodded.
"Through and through", I beamed, in pride.

Ted didn't have a match that night, but instead had a segment where he was confronted by John Morrison, and Ted's arm candy Maryse stepped in to give him a piece of her mind. In french, that is. It shocked me at first, to hear her not only speaking french but her accent when speaking english. Not to mention, she was practically flawless in looks. Her beach blonde hair flowed down her back, as she wore a tight beige one shoulder dress with crystals on the shoulder. Her legs were the definition of perfect, and she sauntered around the ring as if she owned the place.

Later on during a commercial break, I recieved a phonecall from Mr. RKO himself.
"Hey, I'm on next and Ted told me to look out front row for you..", I could almost hear him smirking through the phone.
"Randy, seriously.. do not embarass me or-" He cut me off.
"Or what? You'll give me a beating? Does that not sound like something I would enjoy?", Randy flirted. I giggled a little, only to realise that Imogen and her father were back in their seats and she had heard the entire conversation.
"I've made a friend, Randy", I smiled, looking at Imogen as she tucked into her hot dog.
"Is she hot?", Randy hit back almost instantly. Typical, I thought.
"That's disgusting, she's like 9... but the fact she is wearing an RKO shirt just shows she lacks in taste", Imogen looked at me pleadingly. I winked and put a finger to my mouth, to show I was joking.
"Oh is that how it is? Well, I can definitely handle the pressure of making your night. But that's for later on. Now, do me a favor and hand her the phone so I can make her night aswell...", Randy chuckled, smugly. I shrugged before turning to Imogen.
"Hey, Imogen.. I have someone on the phone who wants to talk to you..", I smiled as I pushed the phone into her hand. She looked at the screen that read "RKO". Her jaw almost dropped to the floor and she had to hand her hot dog to her dad.
"Hello Mr. Orton.. My names Imogen.. I'm 9 years old.. I'm from Louisville...", There was a long silence, which wasn't shocking. Randy was probably rambling on about himself.
"Yes! I would love to.. Thankyou! THANKYOU!", Imogen suddenly beamed. She handed me the phone back with the hugest smile on her face. I put the phone back to my ear.
"Looks like it worked..", I giggled.
"Hey, you underestimate just who you're dealing with DiBiase", Randy warned, "I invited Imogen and her dad backstage after the show to meet some of the superstars".
"Oh you really can be a sweetheart, huh?", I joked.
"And you can really be a smart ass, huh?", Randy shot back, sensing my remark was dripping with sarcasm, "I can be a gentleman. I'll prove it tonight when we go out".
I sat in silence, thankful that he'd remembered. I tried to fight back the huge smile that grew on my face.
"Did you think I'd forget?", Randy asked, in shock. I heard some muffling sounds over the phone, and some grunting from Randy.
"I don't know. I'm glad you haven't though", I admitted.
"Your smile has been the only thing on my mind the entire day. There was no way I'd forget", I began to blush at his words.
"I think I'll let you get ready for your match, considering if you keep talking like that I'll stand out like a sore thumb due to the colour of my cheeks", I could hear him chuckling on the other end of the phone.
"Okay beautiful, I'll see you soon", I smiled, but before I could reply he had hung up.

Randy lost that night thanks to a distraction by Chris Jericho. It allowed Edge to plant Randy with an Edgecution and pick up the win. However, victory wasn't so sweet for Edge as Jericho climbed into the ring and hit Edge with a Code Breaker, then only to have Randy plant the RKO on him and leaving him flat out in the ring. Unexpectedly, a spitfire in the form of Evan Bourne entered the ring and took Randy down with a kick to the head. This then opened the opportunity for Evan to go airborn, so to speak, but then only to have Randy catch him in the RKO mid-flight. To say I was shocked, would have been an understatement. The crowd went wild as Randy stood half victorious in the ring. I applauded him as he stood with a sadistic look on his face.

I lead Imogen and Andy backstage after the show, and seeing the little smile of Imogen's face just made the night that much better. Sure, Randy hadn't won, but she spoke to him on the phone and was about to meet her hero. It was amazing the power these guys had behind them. They held the key to these people's happiness. It was truely unbelievable.

I gave Randy a call as soon as we reached the backstage area. A few guys were already out there, and I took Imogen straight away to meet them.
"John.. I want you to meet my new friend.. Imogen", I introduced Imogen to John. He stood tall, still in his purple and yellow wristbands and jean shorts from his match earlier in the night. John averted his eyes from me to Imogen, a smile taking over his whole face.
"Hey Imogen. That's a beautiful name!", John knelt down so he was on eye level with her. Imogen went back to her shy state that I had seen earlier in the night.
"I see you're a Randy Orton fan... so is Randy Orton", John laughed, tempting a little laugh from Imogen. I let out a little chuckle at how true that statement was.
"Do you want to get a picture?", John asked and Imogen nodded almost instantly. Andy, Imogen's dad, pulled a camera from the backpack he was wearing.
"I'll take it", I smiled, walking over to Andy to grab his camera.
"Are you sure? I mean, it's thanks to you we've got this opportunity. I'd rather you be in the picture", Andy shrugged as he sorted the camera settings.
"No, I'm absolutely sure. This is about you guys..", I insisted, collecting the camera from Andy. Both of them posed with a good range of the superstars before Randy turned up looking... fantastic. He was wearing a perfectly fitting black suit that nipped in at his waist, with a white shirt and thin black tie.
"Well, look who decided to show his face.. and looking rather slick.. where are you going?", John spoke first at Randy, who now almost have all eyes on him. A few of the superstars who'd stopped to get a picture had left, including Ted.
"I needed to shower, I have a date", Randy smiled as he sorted out his tie.
"Oh? What's she like?", John quizzed, getting eagerly into the conversation. He nudged Randy in the ribs, urging him on.
"You tell me", Randy looked directly at me, ushering me towards him with a finger. I slowly made my way over to the two guys, trying not to give away that I was nervous.
"Hey Jen", John smiled turning towards me then back to randy,"Are you going to tell me who it is?". Randy rolled his eyes at the sheer stupidity of John. I bit my lip when Randy lifted my hand up to kiss the back of it. I couldn't exactly complain that he was being secretive about it.
"Ohhhh... you two?", John raised both eyebrows, and pointed at the both of us,"Damn, you move fast dude!". Randy laughed at him, then turned back to me.
"I had to snatch her up. I don't know if I'd have forgiven myself if she'd have been on a date with anyone else tonight...", Randy spoke softly. I blushed a little before trying to change the subject.
"Before we start the sopfest, Imogen is waiting over there for you", I smiled up at Randy, and pointed in the direction of Imogen and Andy waiting patiently. Randy headed over to them almost immediately, leaving John to ask questions.
"So, how did it happen?", John asked first. I shrugged.
"Last night. In the kitchen", I winked at John and he frowned. Once he got the message, his eyes widened.
"You didn't? In Ted's kitchen? Do you not realise his wife has to eat in there?", John almost shrieked. I slapped him on the arm.
"I don't mean like that. We just talked and sort of exchanged numbers, then today I went to his room and he asked me out", I explained.
"Does Ted know?", I shook my head.
"And you can't tell him. Not yet. I've not even been here with you guys for a day yet, and I don't want to ruin things between Ted and Randy. Just, promise me you won't say anything?", I begged.
"Jen, don't stress. I won't breathe a word. My lips are sealed", John promised,"but you have to tell him. I think you're worrying about nothing though". I watched John as he walked over to Imogen and gave her a hug. I followed behind slowly, standing directly next to Randy.
"It was so nice meeting you Imogen! Thankyou for being my fellow ringside rebel!", I winked, and Imogen laughed.
"Thankyou Jenna! It's the best night of my life!", Imogen beamed. My heart melted there and then. Was she serious?
"Imogen, it's my pleasure. And thankyou again for keeping my company ringside!", I knelt down to thank her, "I need to go get changed but thankyou for everything. You've been really sweet, and you're such a pretty girl".
"Thankyou aswell Andy. Gosh, you must have thought I was some sort of peadophile when I said I was related to one of the guys!", I laughed and Andy shrugged.
"I honestly can't thank you enough Jenna! You've made my daughters entire life.. ", Andy shook my hand and then proceeded to shake Randy's. I took the photo of them with Randy and then decided that I needed to change.

"Hey beautiful", Randy smiled. The confidence radiated off of him, much like the aftershave he was wearing.
"Hey, do you know where I could borrow a dress for the evening?", I knew asking Randy was the wrong decision. Not only was he a guy, he had only one thing on his mind.
"You look amazing as you are", He smiled, and I looked down at my outfit. I had a pair of skinny jeans and flats on, with a blazer and floral vest which was hardly dressy enough to go out on a first date in.
"Besides, it'll only end up crumpled on my hotel room floor..", Randy winked as he placed his hands around my waist. The room had basically cleared now, and the only people left were Imogen and Andy chatting away to John at the other side of the floor. He pulled me closer to him and I didn't really feel like pushing him away.
"But I want to look nice. And it's our first date Randy.. I was kind of hoping that'd be the last thing on your mind", I bit my lip and raised my eyebrows at him. Was I making a big mistake in trusting him?