Full Circle

Chapter 1

Cleveland, Ohio.

Grey eyes looked up at the Gund Arena, narrowing slightly, not believing she was actually here. Harley breathed in the fresh air, remembering what her best friend, Paul Wight, had told her on the phone when he first signed with the World Wrestling Federation. It was like going from black and white to color because of how well things were organized in the company. Harley headed inside, flashing her backstage pass to the security guards, and nodded when they allowed her inside.

She wore skinny blue jeans and a black tank top, her long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, black shades on top of her head and black boots on her feet. One person in particular was on her mind to find and Harley smirked, knowing he had no idea she was coming for a special visit. It took her about twenty minutes; the man wasn't hard to find being nearly five hundred pounds and well over seven feet tall.

"Well if it isn't The Giant." She called from behind, causing him to freeze and smirked as he slowly turned around to face her.

He knew that voice anywhere, a slow smile spreading on his lips. Paul was absolutely floored at the sight of the only woman, to his knowledge, that he considered a close friend. Hell, she was his best friend. A moment later, he scooped her up into a massive bear hug, only putting her down when he heard her back pop.

"Well if it isn't short shit." His smile turned into a grin, not believing she was standing before him. They'd talked recently and Harley hadn't mentioned she was coming for a visit. "I don't go by the Giant anymore, its Show now."

"Duh I know that, I figured that'd get your attention though." Harley grinned, used to Paul's huge hugs, feeling her feet leave the ground again when he gave her another one. "How the hell you been big guy?" She asked, having been one of his best friends in the world of WCW, before he jumped ship to the WWF.

Harley didn't blame him, the atmosphere was so much better. Chris Irvine had been right, which was another friend of hers –fans knew him better as Y2J Chris Jericho and he'd just recently debuted in the company-, and Harley couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw her. Just that shocked look alone would make the entire trip here more than worth it, though Paul's expression was priceless too.

"I've been good, real good." Paul replied, gently setting her on her feet, always being careful because of his size and sheer power. Paul could easily hurt her with a pinky if he wanted to, which is why he was always cautious around women, especially Harley. He draped an arm around her shoulder, still not believing she was here, and guided her down the hallway of the arena. "This place is so much better than the shithole." He referred the WCW as the shithole, refusing point blank to call it anything else. "I'm happy here, less shit to worry about and I'm actually respected."

Harley nodded, walking with him slowly, knowing how badly Paul was treated in the WCW.

The main thing about WCW was they refused to push new stars – Paul had been new when he debuted as The Giant-, and they never gave him the star power like Hogan, Kevin Nash or Scott Hall received. The WWF, on the other hand, was giving him the chance to work with a true legend, which Paul was very excited about. They were actually giving him what WCW never could, real star power, and allowing him to showcase his talent in the ring.

"What about you? What are you doing here anyway, Har?"

Harley had that patent smirk on her lips, that Paul knew too well, both of them stopping as she stared up into his eyes. "I thought you'd never ask. It just so happens that Vince McMahon called me up, heard about my fall out with WCW, and I'm here to sign my new contract." She squealed out when Paul lifted her up over his shoulder, which was a long way down if he dropped her, laughing as he spun her around a few times. "Put me down you big oaf!"

"Why should I, short shit?" He grinned, chuckling softly, and slapped her thigh very lightly when she began wiggling. A hard slap from him would and could easily leave a serious bruise, which is not what Paul wanted. "I'm giving you a free ride to the boss, aren't I nice?" He teased, only letting her down when she began yanking on his ponytail, scowling. "That's not fair, Harley."

"I don't play fair, Wight, or have you forgotten that?" Harley laughed when he rolled his eyes and felt her feet hit the cement flooring moments later, not able to wipe the smile from her face. "If you would be so kind to guide me in the right direction, I'll go sign the dotted line and make it official." She winked when he chuckled, having truly missed Paul.

"Down that way, last door on the left." Paul instructed while pointing in the right direction, shaking his head. "You'll never change, Harley, you know that?" Laughing softly, he patted her on the head very gently before heading off to find his current tag-team partner, needing to meet up with him to discuss a few things.

His current tag-team partner was none other than The Phenom, The Undertaker. Paul was very humbled to be working with him. Taker had been in the company for nearly nine years and was an in-ring general, constantly pushing Paul to his limits, forcing him to show his true potential. Their current group was called the Unholy Alliance; Taker had recently finished a storyline involving the McMahon family, needing a change of pace.

Bill Moody –fans knew him around the world as Undertaker's manager, Paul Bearer- was the faction's manager, though he only listened to Taker. Paul wondered what they'd be doing tonight, whistling happily under his breath, having a feeling Taker was going to put him through the ropes again. He was ready for it though; any time Paul stepped foot in the ring with Taker –on TV or off- was an absolute honor and privilege.

Harley watched him go before heading down the hallway to find Vince McMahon's office, which wasn't hard. People were looking at her funny, wondering exactly why she was here, though she did manage to run into a few more ex-WCW superstars. She waved to them, promising to catch up later on, and finally found the boss's door. Knocking on it three times, Harley heard a 'come in', and took a deep breath before entering with a smile on her face.

Vince saw her and instantly hung up the phone, extending his hand with a smile of his own, Harley taking it. "You must be the lovely Harley."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. McMahon."

"Please call me Vince, Harley; we're not formal around here." He said jovially, shaking her hand enthusiastically before releasing it, gesturing to the chair that was in front of his huge desk, sitting down after she did. "Did you find my office alright?" He asked politely, pulling a manila envelope from a stack of papers he'd currently been looking over, beginning to open it. "I apologize for us having to meet here like this, but I'm currently in a storyline and it's just easier this way."

"Yes I did."

Smiling, Harley watched as he pulled out what could only be one thing, her contract, exhaling shakily because she was finally in color. This wasn't black and white anymore, it wasn't wrestlers being paid ridiculous amount of money for no reason whatsoever, even when they weren't on television. This was the real deal, the big leagues, and Harley knew she was more than capable of living up to the expectations.

Vince cleared his throat, swiping his tongue over his thumb to spread the papers apart. "As you know, we usually do contracts on trail basis. You perform, travel and basically see how well you do with the company. If there are any concerns on either party's behalf, meaning yours or mine -come actual contract signing time- we discuss them and see if they can be settled. That option comes with pay; of course, not as much as you'd make with an actual contract, but still a substantial figure." Vince explained, showing her the contract. "This is the 'trial' contract and then I have a solid contract. Once you sign it, you're locked in." He warned with caution, having had problems before with his newer superstars. "There is no renegotiating, all very clear cut. The downside to that is...anything you don't like isn't really open to change; unless it's an extreme situation, but the bright side...you will ALWAYS know where you stand." This should've been a nice change of pace, considering she had just come from the chaotic WCW, where everything seemed to be jumbled and uncertain, contracts or not. "You can decide which one you want to sign tonight and we'll go from there."

"I have to be honest with you, Vince, being here is a little surreal for me. I never thought I would actually get the opportunity to be here. My friends Paul Wight and Chris Irvine came here and told me it was like walking into color." She said, smiling at the memory of hearing how excited Paul and Chris were to be in the WWF. "WCW was black and white and the WWF was color to them. I can honestly say that I fully agree, so I want to be locked in."

Harley looked over both contracts, reading them thoroughly, her grey eyes narrowed thoughtfully. She didn't want to be surprised by anything, never signing on the dotted line without making absolutely sure she agreed with every term in the contract. Knowing this would be completely different from WCW, where sometimes they didn't even know what was going on until five minutes before a segment. Without a second thought, Harley signed the real deal, locking her in for the next four years with the WWF, grey eyes lit up.

"Is that it?"

"That'll do it." Vince chuckled at her enthusiasm, pleased with her assessment with his company, which was very similar to how Chris and Paul had acted when they first signed their contracts. Chris was now being pushed on television, enjoying himself in a capacity he had never been given a chance to explore in WCW. "Now we'll go meet with the creative team and see if they have something for you to start on. Of course, your input is appreciated because this is your career and character that you're building. There will be nothing tonight; obviously, we'll just do some brainstorming. Again, I stress this Harley; if you don't like an idea that's suggested, please let us know."

Harley nodded, acknowledging that she understood what the boss was saying, and followed him out of his office toward the creative team area. Most of them were really nice, especially Shane McMahon, Vince's son. The McMahon family wasn't anywhere near as dysfunctional as they portrayed on television, which Harley expected.

They seemed all really nice and it was very different because not one single person uttered the word 'ratings' unless Bischoff did countless times in WCW. That's all the man cared about was beating the WWF in ratings, which is why they were currently having their asses handed to them. WCW was going to fall and Harley could only pray she was around when that time happened, ready to throw the biggest celebration at the shithole's demise.

After talking over with the creative team about her character, they decided her first match would be on Raw Is War the following Monday, wanting to see if she could hack it in the ring against Ivory –her real name was Lisa Moretti. It was also going to be a hardcore match, which she didn't mind at all. Harley was a huge star in WCW, being the valet of Kevin Nash, but never got to truly showcase her wrestling ability in the ring because Bischoff was too busy wanting her to sell sex. Harley couldn't be happier; she was finally getting a chance to showcase her true skills that WCW flat out refused to give her. She walked down the hallway with the biggest smile on her face, wondering where Paul was, and saw him standing outside a dressing room door.

"Hey big guy, I've been looking for you." Before Paul could respond, the door opened as none other than The Undertaker stepped out, followed by Bill. Even Harley knew who this man was and she tried not looking intimidated, but that was really hard to do. "Call me later, Paul, okay?" Harley walked away, not wanting to bother him right now, not realizing he'd been in an angle with such a legend.

Paul glanced over his shoulder, waving at her retreating form and nodded, turning his full attention back on Taker. They walked side by side down the hallway and Paul kept his head up, knowing he was a truly a giant. Considering that Taker was a cornerstone in this business, Paul truly felt honored at being chosen to do this angle with him.

"Ring rat?" Taker asked, sounding mildly interested, raising a slow black eyebrow.

"Uh no…she's a friend of mine."

Taker snorted as he squared his shoulders, not caring about Paul's ring rat 'friend', getting down to pure business. Rolling his neck back and forth, Taker knew they had to run over some moves that Paul hadn't nailed down yet. This man had a lot of potential, especially given his size, but was also very much a rookie at heart. Taker wanted to break him of that, having told him to get his head out of his ass several times.

Taker did not have patience for anyone who did not want to learn from him, even if he was crude and tough. Being in the ring was not a game, Taker took great pride in what he did for a living and refused to allow any storyline he was in to be ruined. He'd handpicked Paul because he knew they could dominate the WWF with ease due to their size…that was if Paul listened and learned.

They proceeded to practice for several hours, Paul getting winded several times. "You need to increase your stamina in the ring or you will be eaten alive." He said evenly, green eyes narrowed, doing another elbow tie-up with the big man, hearing him breathing heavily. "You're going on a diet."

"What?" Paul asked, somewhat dazed from several punches to the skull Taker delivered, blinking.

"Open your goddamn ears." Taker grunted, clearly not amused, glancing over at Bill who was reading some kind of magazine. "You're going on a diet, Show. Until your stamina is increased and you can actually hack it in the ring with me, you will remain on this diet." He flipped over the top rope, landing like a cat with incredible agility, and headed to the back with Bill following suit.

Paul just stared after the Phenom, rubbing his stomach, frowning.