When brothers agree, no fortress is so strong as their common life.
- Antisthenes

2006.

"Shut the hell up!" she talked on her mobile phone, as she looked herself from head to toe in the bathroom mirror. "You dickheads promised you'd have been here today, and you're not!" there were three other females in the same locker room; all of them were getting their outfits ready and fixing themselves up. One of them, in a relatively tight tank top of a dark emerald colour and matching shorts, with long blonde hair in a high pony tail behind her head, got closer to her; she waved at the girl still on the phone, who held her finger up, meaning that she'd have been done in a minute.

"If I get this contract, you better take me out celebrating at your expense." she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Got to go. Tell Jay he's more of an idiot than you are. Yeah...thanks. Will call you right after." the short haired brunette ended the call; sending a smile to the girl who had just joined her, she held her hand out to her. "Sorry, my big brothers make me lose my nerves."

"No problem at all," the blonde said, "I'm Jen." the girl with short hair got a good impression out of her; she seemed to be quite solar and easy going.

"Delilah." she replied, grinning back. Jen eyed her up for a couple of seconds; her ring attire was made up of a cropped top with the Southern flag roughly designed on it, and a pair of denim shorts that arrived past her mid thighs. At first sight, she noticed a small tattoo right on the neck under her right ear; three little stars, a bigger one, a tiny one and one that was of a size between them. The pair of hazel eyes looking directly at her conveyed that she was a sincere person; or at least, that was what she got.

"So it's you!" Jen said, "I'm going to be your opponent in the tryout match." Delilah raised an eyebrow, but her features extended in a surprised expression.

"You're Colt 45 then!" the brunette said, her Delaware accent making itself a bit more heard, "God, I heard a lot about you!" Jen laughed, as her cheeks turned slightly red.

"Really?" she asked, "Well, they told me that I should watch out for you, because you're one of the toughest girls here today," she got closer and lowered her voice, "And probably the only one to fear." Delilah bit her lower lip, trying to hide the dorky smile of pride that was appearing on her mouth. Getting the chance to obtain that tryout for Deep South Wrestling, Georgia's developmental school and territory for World Wrestling Entertainment, hadn't been a piece of cake. She was 19 years old, and had been training for two years and half now; all while finishing high school. But, also thanks to the help of the "idiot brothers" she had mentioned before, she had eventually made it.

"I'll probably nervous like I'll never be in my entire life though," Delilah said, grabbing the black bandages on the table next to her and starting to wrap it around her left wrist and hand, "So I won't be that lethal."

"Anyway," Jen said, smiling, "If you want the final pin, you got it."

"Nah, you're the good one," the Southern girl replied, "It's yours. I don't mind it."

"Sandy Fork and Boston," both the girls turned their heads to the door as soon as they heard their hometowns being called, "Promo room, and you're the last to the ring." Delilah's heart skipped a beat; the moment had arrived. She took a deep breath, Jen giving her a pat on her shoulders; it was time to leave the nice part of her personality in that locker room, and lose her head like her big brothers had always taught her to do.

Reach for the sky, girl.

"Give me that dropkick again, Sandy Fork! I loved it!" Bill DeMott's voice echoed in the almost empty arena; Delilah took a breather and waited for Jen to get up, before jumping with both of her feet and perform the dropkick on the blonde girl. But the Boston native totally didn't want to stay down and take bumps; she reacted by using all of her forces to drag herself up, as Delilah was now trying to pull her up with her hands on Jen's hair.
She instead charged a shoulder block to her opponent's mid-section; the Delaware girl groaned, and felt herself falling down. Jen had pulled her legs up, and had turned her body into a Boston Crab submission maneuver.

"CRAP!" Delilah had shouted; sitting front row, Tommy Dreamer chuckled.

The blonde let Delilah go, and after trying a pin that ended up in just a two count, she stood up and stomp kicked her to the mat, so she wouldn't move; Jen smirked at Dreamer and DeMott, before quickly approaching the turnbuckle and jumping on it.
Lying on the mat, Delilah blinked her eyes a couple of times; her fiery and reckless behaviour had to be put in the closet, for time was running out and Jen was about to end the match. The brunette admired her opponent's beautiful moonsault; she landed perfectly on her abs and - most of it all - Delilah didn't feel any pain from the hit. That only meant how much Jen cared about the execution of her moves.

After the pin, Dreamer and DeMott clapped their hands for a few seconds; Jen smiled at Delilah as she helped her get up on her feet, and shaking her hand. The other man sitting next to the former WWF and WWE stars nodded a couple of times, before standing up and leaving the arena to go backstage.
Both Delilah and Jen took deep breaths as they stood in the squared circle. The Delaware girl looked at the arena's entrance; two guys that seemed identical, with blonde hair that reached under their ears. Bill turned around, and as he saw them he jokingly shook his head.

"Majors," he said, "Leave these chicks alone."

"Come on coach," one of them, the one wearing a dark grey shirt with the yellow DSW logo on replied, "We're just curious."

"Alright," DeMott told him, "Just shut up okay?" the other blonde guy chuckled lowly; Jen and Delilah exchanged a look, wondering who these guys could have been. In that very moment, the other girls that had been having their tryout match entered the arena from backstage, joining the Boston and the Delaware native in the middle of the ring.
Obviously, tension was the main thing covering the entire atmosphere; trying not to have her nerves take over herself, Delilah closed her eyes for an instant, and thought of home. She smiled at the thought of the chicken houses in their property, at what her dad was doing in those moments; all until Dreamer's voice brought her back to reality.

"We don't have time to feed you the 'We'll let you know how it goes' bullshit," he said, within a sigh, "So we'll be extremely direct." the group of wrestler pretty much swallowed a lump at the same time. Even the blonde guys at the door looked at each other, with a hint of terror in their eyes.

"Basically, you all did a good job," he continued, "Some of you did their fair amount of stupid things, but we saw some good stuff and potential among you."

"In other news," DeMott took the word, "Boston and Sandy Fork, Monday morning, 8 am." Jen and Delilah widened their eyes, petrified. "Thanks everyone." The former Tough Enough trainer stood up, sending a half smile to the girls, as Dreamer nodded once at them. As disappointment took over the other four girls who, more or less angrily were leaving the squared circle, Delilah let herself fall down on the mat, sitting. Jen, instead, rubbed her hands on her face, still unbelieving.

"You're allowed to freak out now!" one of the blondes shouted; the other one giggled and pushed him on his shoulders, as they both left the small arena.

"Holy shit."

"Do you, like, have already a place to stay in McDonough?" Jen asked Delilah, as the two walked down the corridor, heading out the building.

"Nope," she replied, passing a hand through her short hair, "I mean, I'm staying at my cousin's as soon as I find a room for myself."

"Oh," the blonde said, as she pushed a hand on the door to go outside in the fresh, early autumn air, "Since I'm looking for something too, maybe I can give you a call if I find anything." Delilah smiled at her tryout match opponent, nodding at her kindness. Since they had arrived at Jen's car, the two girls stopped on their tracks, and the blonde took her keys out of her jacket's pocket.

"See you on monday then, Boston." Jen laughed, and poked her new acquaintance on her side.

"You can bet, Sandy." the blonde replied to Delilah, who smiled and waved bye, turning around and starting to walk towards the bus stop; at least, until she felt two big hands covering her eyes and let a squeal out.

"Surprise, surprise!" the low voice, the accent; she couldn't help but turn around and punch the man behind her's higher abs. He replied with a heartfelt laugh, stopping her hits taking her wrists.

"This ain't no damn surprise!" she said, looking up at the tall guy's light brown eyes, his lips curving into a smile while another young man, totally similar to the one in front of her approached them, "Mark! I bet you agreed with Jay in making this stupid 'no we're not coming to your big league tryout match' joke, right?"

"Sorry girl," the newcomer said, shrugging his shoulders, "He's the big one, you know we got to do what he tells us!"

"Enough," the bald guy said, his hands now on the small wrestler's shoulders, "How did it go?" Jay asked, looking down at her; she took a deep breath, her eyes going from an older brother to the other one.
Mark furrowed his eyebrows, and shrugged his shoulders in expectation.

"So?"

"I'm afraid..."

"Oh Lord."

"I'm afraid you're going to get wasted tonight," she continued, a smile slowly appearing on her mouth, "Because Bill fucking DeMott himself told me I'm in!" Both Jay and Mark widened their eyes, before bursting out in a celebratory laugh; the older brother picked her up in his arms, holding her in a bear hug.

"Holy shit," he said, "Sister Briscoe is training for the WWE!" Mark stretched his arm to ruffle her hair up, and as soon as Jay put her down, he pulled her up again on his his shoulder, and started walking.

"Put me down you..."

"No way," Mark replied, "And don't even try getting down, I'm carrying you up to the car like this!" he turned his head and left a bite on the young girl's bottom, causing her to let a little scream go and stomp her fists on her brother's back.

"MARK!"

"God, I'm gonna miss this like hell." Jay said to himself, as he looked at his younger siblings.

A/N: I don't even know what this is. But it came to my mind that writing a story that left - at least for the majority of it, - romance aside, and focused more on wrestling, on the journey to become a real wrestler that our protagonist could have. But also about family, about what it means to have your older brothers being two bright young stars while your trying to emulate them. This is supposed to be a different story. So...well, if you'd like me to continue this, let me know. :)

x Chesca