The crowd was alive. The loud announcing man's voice was silently ringing in her ears with her eyes elsewhere on the dull match that was in the ring.
However, the young little girl in the father's arms didn't care. It was fun, exciting and she never had this kind of experience until now. When the match was over with, the young girl reached as far out as she could to the older more experienced wrestler and patted his massive forearm.
The wrestler stopped and looked at the girl and her father.
"Swam him! Swam him!" the girl told the wrestler who suddenly smiled warmly at her.
"Hey there honey, aren't you cute?" the wrestler asked her as he stepped closer to her.
"Bethany don't lean too forward now," her father told her worriedly but the little girl was already falling from her father's arms and the wrestler had to think fast as he quickly snatched her from hitting the hard concrete floor and held her protectively in the cork of his left arm.
"Whoa, easy Bethany," The wrestler told her smiling as she giggled happily at him and then pointed at his cowboy hat.
"Pwease?" she looked up at him as he smiled warmly at her before he took off his hat and put on her head but it was far too big as everyone around them laughed.
The camera came over to them and when Bob Orton gently tilted his black cowboy hat on Bethany's head, she looked confused at first before smiling and giggling happily.
"How old is she?" Bob asked her father.
"She's only 2," her father replied proudly as the wrestler nodded.
"Well little Missy, how about you hold onto this for me, Mm?" Bob told Beth as she gasped at this.
"Weally?" she asked him, as she could not say her "r" s that well yet.
Bob gently nodded to her smiling as he then felt her little arms wrap around his shoulders and neck as he chuckled and held her close.
"You have a wonderful daughter, sir," he told her father who smiled.
"Thank you," her father replied as he was then handed Bethany back with the black hat to him, as the next match was right afterwards.
As the years passed, Bethany had kept that old black hat but it was in a case with a photo of her, her father with Cowboy Bob Orton with a young boy she didn't remember at all.
It would be until she was 18 years old applying to a job application for WWE. She may not be a WWE Wrestler but at least she was working backstage in the catering department.
Four years passed since that day and even though she was getting use to every person within the WWE, she kept to herself and stayed out of trouble. Soon she was the top number one person that the chef, Nadia, trusted.
Her world as she knew it was about to change and will never be the same again, ever.
Okay I started this story about 10 months ago but I have decided to re-write it after I stopped writing within it. reason behind that? I felt like Randy was reading over my shoulder and I couldn't handle it so I stopped... anway I've started a new with this story and I have improved with my writing style and I hope you guys like it :). I don't own WWE or make any money from this Fanfic, it's for fun and an outlet for me to enjoy. If you don't like, don't read, that simple folks.
All for now,