Blast from the Past...

"Hey I'm Phil,"

"Hi…I'm Sylvia."

He looked like a punk, who wore baggy shorts and hooded sweatshirt that hugged him tightly. He was thinly built, his eyes cold yet held a layer of gentleness. She had short black hair who wore jeans and dressy casual shirt, which he thought was amusing.

They both went to find their seat in the WWF house show which was in Chicago. They both sat together, as her father sat with his mother in the seat behind them.

"Looks like they are hitting it off well. Never seen my mother being in love. It's actually a little disturbing." He said, looking up at his mom before seeing eye to eye with her, with a little glimmer of joy.

Her eyes turned cold fixed on his as it crushed whatever good that he had left. She stared in silence. However, he was familiar and was able to relate to what she was feeling, as her silence spoke a thousand words that a voice could not do.

"Is he cheating on your mom with mine?" he asked silently. His hurt eyes were more vast than his cold eyes which resembled a blanket that covered all the pain held on to. They were both similar. They both looked away. They were only kids. Adults could do whatever they wanted to do, but who were they to correct their own parents?

They watched in silence, the match between Hulk Hogan vs. Ultimate Warrior, one the best intriguing match they had seen. She smiled, hoping to one day rock the wrestling, just like those two wrestlers. She didn't take noticed that he was looking at her, watching her expressions turning into different emotions.

He slightly touched her hands, before gripping it tightly, surprising her. He didn't gaze at her, he kept his eyes on the match. There was so much strength and little of courage that he had that she began to admire and almost felt comforted by.

"You know, as long as you don't turn out like your father. I think you will become a great person. You shouldn't always fear for the worst. Sometimes, we have to embrace it, to get the best in life, right? I'm sorry about what's happening behind us. I blame my mom, too. She's a smart woman. We all make mistake. You should just let go." He said quietly, with a look of reassurance on his face.

She could only stare, as her heart longed to rebel against his words. No matter how right those words were, she simply felt in her mind that he didn't understand her pain. She watched for a long time, all she wanted was not to care. Simply let people hurt themselves and others, and not care. She took her hand away, looking away, with tears welling up in her eyes. If she could hear those words every day, maybe it was possible to jump over this hurdle she had experienced for the longest time. She sighed, as she felt her hand being taken again. She was about to fight for her hand back, looking over at him. He was staring at the charm bracelet that he seemed to be so interested in. "This is a weird-looking bracelet you have." He said.

"It's the one my dad bought for me. I like it." She said. She looked at her bright sky-colored rope-like knotted bracelet fastened with silver elephant. By appearance, it may seem cheap and plain, but to her it was a priceless possession. "An elephant…" he muttered, with a light chuckle.

"Elephants are my favorite animal," she stammered, feeling a slight heat on her face.

He looked up to her. "I like it." He said, smiling,

Alana looked away, with a feeling in her heart that felt so foreign.

Would have thought, something meant to be was with her the entire time. The saddest thing was that she never knew.

Alana fumbled her elephant necklace, as she tried to breathe in and out. Her hands began to sweat due to the high spasms of silent panic. It has been two weeks and now today was the day she was going back to where she belonged. In the ring.

Alana paced back and forth; her clammy hands clutched together, silently praying that all goes as planned. Alana was halfheartedly confident. She had everything calculated. However, it has been a while since she had gotten in the ring. It also seemed that the crowd got bigger and wilder. Alana began to feel paranoid. What if the crowd was pitch silent, when she came out. The thought was dreadful. This is why she went to graduate school in accounting, while her sister decided to be a wrestler.

Alana loved wrestling ever since she was a little girl. This was probably her only fondest memory. When she was around 11 until the age of 15, she went with her father, who loved to travel a lot to different wrestling shows. The times were much happier back then. She remembered how her father mentioned that one day he would see her in the ring and she'd be the best diva he could ever be proud of. The smile he showed was the last memory she had of her father.

Then of course, as most stories told, the father disappears abandoning the children and the mother. This was one of the many reasons for her mother's breakdown, which eventually lead to her death. Alana bit her lip, silently fumed, hoping to one day face her father.

However, it was unfortunate. Alana felt that her sister surpassed her, in strength and beauty, two most powerful combinations in a woman. However, Alana was different; she was a great technical wrestler, and always getting what she wanted in the ring or outside the ring. Especially she was able to pull it off, convincing Vince to let her come back to ring, sooner.

Nevertheless, the most unexpected matter was Sylvia managed to steal Punk's heart, and was even close to marrying him. How was she able to do it? A question that haunted her mind for days.

Alana's shoulder began to slump over as she began to think about her sister and Punk. Sylvia's character could best be described as spontaneous, while Alana was people would describe, "plain Jane".

This was so nerve-wrecking. "Giovanni, I don't know if I can do this..."

Giovanni was her Italian manager replacing Lorenzo, her former manager. For the two weeks that he was with Alana, she learned he was forceful and and just plain mean. Giovanni forced her to do this planned-out therapy sessions to regain her strength and agility back. One of the ways, he forced her was by using his sexual dominance against her. It actually worked. If she did not the workout correctly, he would sit on top of her during her weight training. The sexual tension between them would increase to level 1000. It was not pretty. He was hard as a rock every time, even though they weren't even physically attracted to each other.

Giovanni enjoyed toying with Alana's feelings and throwing her off. It was impressive how much Giovanni used Alana's weakness to his advantage in a matter of time. There were couple of moments, she became aroused. Alana began to wonder if it was possible that Giovanni was more sexually enticing than Punk. It was a small smudge of thought that crossed her mind.

As she was about to turn her full attention to Giovanni, she was held in her place, with strong arms on both sides of her hips. Then she strongly sensed a frightening aura creeping in all around her. It lingered her so much, that she began to feel the chills inside her bones, the same chills when you watch a horror movie.

She felt an ounce of breath huffing through her ear, as a dangerous low voice spoke. "Piccolina, you better not ruin this. If you do, I will use those nipple clamps when you lift weights, and tweak it so much, that it will actually pop off, understand?" He said, before lightly squeezing her shoulder.

Alana jaw dropped. The vivid image flashed through her mind, the horror that awaited, crushed all her nervousness to complete dust. Slowly, Alana arched her spine out of fear, as an intense demonic shiver passed throughout her body. She actually believed him. It didn't sound like a threat, sounded more of a guarantee.

Alana put a quite a distance between Giovanni and her. She was unable to look at him, still completely disturbed.

"Okay I am calm." She exhaled, without even looking at him. Giovanni smiled in approval.

"Well, well look who finally made it back"

An obnoxious familiar voice disrupted both Alana and Giovanni. Alana muttered curses as they turned their attention to Dean Ambrose who was sitting on a WWE branded box not far from them. "What are you doing here, aren't you supposed to stay with your group?" Alana asked, immediately irritated.

Giovanni frowned, not liking what he was seeing. For some reason, he already understood the tension between Dean and Alana, as they both stared into each other's eyes. Alana glared, silently as Dean smiled, with a witty look in his eyes.

"You would not believe who signed a contract with the WWE?" Dean said, with a look of excitement that shone in his eyes.

Alana looked at him as if he was a child. Everything about him became frustrating. Easily, he had her by the finger, easily riled her up with his crazy behavior. It would be mere stupidity if she ever said, she could handle him. But no. He was another level of strange. Even though, his eyes was beautiful and held so much mystique, he was scary.

Dean ruined a lot for her. Even though, he claimed he cared about her. There was a lot things Punk did not know that she found out during her time off in the WWE. She questioned of what to do. If Punk ever found out, he would fall apart. Would she be able to save him? She didn't know

"Your sister signed the contract. She's coming back. Looks like everything is about to real interesting here, don't you think?"

Alana's eyes grew wide. She was unable to talk or move, frozen in her place. She was scared. Truly scared. Her lips began to quiver, as Dean caught that, smiling in satisfaction

"What would Punk think, if he found out that you knew the entire time your sister was alive? Think he hate you? Your own existence, hmm?"

Her face was grave, ashen, and this time she couldn't stop the tears from falling. Everything she fought for was lost.