A/N: Hello ^.^ This is a new fanfiction I decided to write because of my love for wrestling. About 4 or 5 years ago, I started my obsession with WWE/TNA (my love for Jeff Hardy made me follow him to TNA, never left since). My first fanfiction ever was a Shannon Moore fic called "Moore Tough Love." (Never published online). I was young, my attention span was really short and so I lost my train of thought often, lost pieces of the story and never finished it. After rediscovering TNA a few weeks ago and reading other wrestling fanfics, I decided to write this story.
To those who have read my first story, "Necessity of Virtue," this story will not be like that one. There will be more mature content and language involved every so often so please be aware.
I hope you will enjoy this new story, this new adventure and life of Emily Audrey Pierson from the bottom of the bunch to the top turnbuckle.
Disclaimer: I do not own WWE or TNA. Neither do I own any of the wrestlers or anything else associated with the two companies. I do, however, own my character/wrestler Emily Audrey Pierson and any other characters that I will state are mine throughout the story.
"Jackie! I'm heading out!" Emily Audrey Pierson said to her co-worker Jackie Maxwell as she makes her way out of the door of her place of employment, the high quality club in New York City called The Color Circle. Her co-worker and friend, Jackie, runs to her with arms wide open as she smiles with a small tear running down her face.
"Oh, sweetie," Jackie said as she brings Emily into her arms and holds her tightly, "I'm gonna miss you. You better call, girl or else I'll find you, I swear. You know I will," Jackie said as she looked sternly at her friend. After glancing at her face, Jackie's look softened as she pulled Emily in for a hug.
"Oh, I'm going to miss you so much." Emily smiled against Jackie's shoulder and nodded.
"I'm gonna miss you too, Jackie." Jackie released her from her hug and took a good look at her friend. She sighed and brushed a strand of hair away from her face and smiled at her.
"I can't believe you're doing this again, after all that you had to deal with before. It's only been a few months, are you sure you want to do this?" When Emily nodded, smiling sincerely, Jackie nodded as well knowing fully well that she couldn't change her mind.
"Alright," Jackie began, "You be careful though, I'll be watching you, got that?" Emily smiled, her eyes resembling half crescents as if they smiled as well.
"I'll be careful, Jackie, I promise. I have to go, I don't want to be late," she said. Jackie nodded, giving her one final hug and then told her to hurry off out of the door. Emily re-adjusted her black leather purse onto her shoulder as she said her final goodbyes to her long time co-worker. She walked out to her red Prius, put her purse in the passenger seat as she proceeded to get into the driver's seat. She took a deep breath, taking out a mirror from her purse and looking at her appearance over again.
"It'll be fine," she said as she released the breath she's been holding, "Just be brave, ok? Put a smile on that face and don't be nervous." She forced a smile on her face, hoping that it would then become real, and then turned her head one way and then the other way in the mirror. Her natural makeup was fine, her hazel eyes shined brightly, her curled red dyed hair let loose that cascaded down to her shoulders, everything was fine. All that was left was to drive there. She took another deep breath, put her key into the ignition, turned it and felt her car purr and come alive.
After driving for half an hour (due to the horrible NYC traffic), her heart beating all the way there, Emily finally made it to her location, The Manhattan Center Grand Ballroom. As she parked her car, taking the keys out of the ignition, she took in another deep breath.
"Let's go," she said to herself in soft whisper as she released her breath, "Let's do this." After her quick pep talk, she left her car and walked toward the building in the evening N.Y weather. Emily had no idea why she was so nervous. If anything, she should be flowing with confidence. But, her heart wouldn't stop beating against her chest. Her nerves always got the best of her. She walked into the Ballroom through the back door. She looked around as she walked around the hallway of backstage. Nice job Emily, she scolded herself. It's not even 10 minutes and you've already gotten yourself lost like a little puppy. Just great. She sighed and ran a hand through her glossy red hair in frustration. Emily continued to walk around (she swore she was going in circles, the place was not that big), until she finally received help, by casually bumping into someone and falling onto her ass.
"Oh, God! I'm so sorry," Emily exclaimed, still splat on the floor. Emily heard a male voice directed to her. "Oh. Emily, just the woman I was looking for." Emily looked up, and saw a hand reaching for her, she took it and was picked up and back on her feet. Emily smiled instantly as she looked at the person who she bumped into.
"It's ok, Kurt," Emily said to the TNA Executive Director. "I was looking everywhere for you. I'm glad I found you," she said, chuckling awkwardly. Kurt Angle smiled at Emily.
"Well then, let's get to business. Come on, follow me." Kuet gestured with a flick of his head for Emily to follow the President to his office of the day. With each step, Emily grew more secure of her decision. Her head turned from one side to the other, watching as both Knockouts and Superstars were walking, getting ready for the rehearsal of the show.
Kurt stopped at the third door on the left in the long hallway, he opened the door and gestured for Emily to go in first. With each step hitting the floor, Emily walked in and stepped aside so that Kurt can make his way to his desk. The TNA Executive Director of Wrestling Ops told her to take a seat in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk and Emily did as she was told, sinking into the cold black leather.
"I was ecstatic when you called me," Kurt said smiling and sitting at his desk, "I couldn't believe it." Emily, embarrassed, couldn't help but chuckle.
"Believe it," she said, chuckling, "I've decided to move to TNA."
"Well, we welcome you with open arms. Let me just gonna tell you how it's going to go down today." Emily nodded and waited for Kurt Angle to continue. As he began to open his mouth, Kurt was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in," he said in a loud, powerful voice. The door knob slowly turned clockwise and the brown wooden door opened. With each second, the door opened a little more, revealing the person who was coming through.
"You called me, boss?" a strong New York accent asked. Emily turned and looked over her left shoulder, she smiled sweetly at the familiar face.
"Oh ho, look who it is," Mark LoMonaco said, chuckling as a smile crept up on his face. "It's the Emily Audrey Pierson. Damn, its been too long," Mark said to her, and gave her a big bear hug as she rose from her seat and open her arms awaiting it. She wrapped her arms around his large build and hugged him tightly. It's been far too long, Emily thought.
"Alright, alright. Come on now, we have business to discuss." The two released each other and sat in their respective seats across from the Executive Kurt Angle. He smiled, looking at the two and letting the memories flood in, sighing as the sudden sense of nostalgia overcame him.
"How long has it been since we were all in WWE together?" Kurt asked. Emily shrugged.
"I don't know, but too long. I missed seeing you guys and all my other friends that were with me when I debuted," Emily said.
"Last I saw ya, you were doin' just fine, Emily, strong as ever," Mark said, ruffling her hair as if she was a small child. Mark, or Bubba Ray Dudley in WWE, and Emily, simply known as Emily in the other company, were close in WWE. He took the role as father figure in her life when she first debuted at 19 and made sure she did well in everything, whether it was her promos or her matches. He made sure that his self proclaimed 'little girl' was well-liked, more importantly well-respected, in the world of wrestling. It upset her when Mark told her he was leaving the company, it was as if her own father was leaving her. She couldn't fight properly and lost many matches. She was depressed but Mark told her before he left to be strong. She, according to Mark, had to make her mark on the WWE Universe. Eventually, she managed to pick herself back up eventually, and fought her way to the top.
"She was spectacular! A Four time WWE Diva's Champion is sitting in front of us, Mark, that's not just fine." Emily blushed at the bragging they were doing.
"Guys," she pleaded," Stop, I'm embarrassed." Emily giggled, wrapping both her hands around her waist.
"No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart!" Mark exclaimed, "You were amazing, red hot!"
"And you'll do even better here on TNA," Kurt added, earning a pair of wide eyes from Mark, his mouth slightly agape.
"No way, you gotta be kidding me," he said, pausing then continued, looking at Emily with the biggest smile, "My little girl's coming to TNA?" Emily, holding in another short laugh. nodded frantically looking at the man who has acted as her father in the wrestling business. Mark let out the biggest laugh, and got up from his seat, pulling her in for a hug. The family was reunited once again, she thought, enjoying the warm feeling from Mark's hug.
"She's debuting today," interrupted Kurt, catching both of their attention as they separated.
"Today?" asked Emily. Kurt nodded.
"Yes today, in a promo with other Knockouts. That's where Mark comes in," Kurt explained. The two old friends listened intently at their boss' words, as he spoke to them, "Emily will be walking and the Beautiful People will come up to you and act, you know, bitchy since you're the new girl. You'll just stand there and take it," he paused. "Then Mark will come by and save you." Mark and Emily nodded, understanding the scenario that they had to do. Kurt then spoke solely to his newest Knockout.
"Emily, there are some people who know who are, there are a lot of WWE fans who watch TNA. But the majority of people don't know you here, so you have to start completely fresh." Emily nodded, agreeing completely.
"Fresh is good. I don't want to be Emily, the WWE Diva anymore," she started, looking at both of them and smiling, "I want to be Ember, the TNA Knockout." Mark smiled, taking her into his arms again.
"That's my girl!"
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first installment of "To the Top Turnbuckle" ! It is just to introduce Emily and some of her background so please wait for more! If you liked it, please review and follow the story! I really appreciate it :)