I decided to try a different type of writing than usual and decided to test out this new format with the lovely McCody.
This was supposed to be a long story just in one chapter but I decided to make it into a two parter.
The next part should be up soon. (Depending on the success)
Hope you all enjoy. Don't forget to review, dolls.
*Michelle and Cody are the same age in this fanfic and don't quote me on the events besides that Dusty was/is her idol.
At age 6 she fell in love with a man's world. She fell in love with wrestling.
"When will you take me, daddy?" the little blonde looked up to her dad with hopeful eyes, just waiting for him to say anything other than next time. Every time he said that, when that time rolled around he'd say it again.
"Michelle, I really don't understand why you want to go so bad." Letting out an exasperating sigh he picked up his little daughter and placed her on his lap.
"It's not fair that Jeff gets to go every time they come here!" pouting her lips she prayed that this would work and that maybe just maybe he'd say, you can go. She looked up at her father and watched as he sighed and ran a hand down his face.
"Alright, next time they come into town, I'll buy 3 tickets not 2." The next thing he heard was a squeal of happiness and the next thing he felt were her tiny arms wrapping around his neck.
"Guess what, Jeff?"
"What?"
"Daddy's letting me go see them when they come to town! I'm finally going to be able to see them, for real. Not on TV."
"That's great, Chelle. As long as I go I don't care who daddy brings." He wasn't able to notice how excited she was, no one was. Her heart beat a little faster knowing she was going to be able to see her idols not from the confines of a glass but right in front of her.
"Alright guys, we're sitting down there." Juggling the drinks in his hands along with the popcorn he had just purchased he was somehow able to point out their seats.
"Daddy, we're so close!" He laughed at how she got goose bumps and smiled so big when she said that.
Through the whole night Mr. McCool kept his little princess perched upon his shoulders. He wouldn't even dare to try and put her down, no matter how much his neck and back ached. She screamed and gasped and booed and cheered and clapped and laughed and smiled, oh she smiled. Her dad didn't mention that when they were at the food stand, as Michelle and Jeff were fooling around he bumped into the All American Dream, Dusty Rhodes. Dusty by accident spilled the soda her father was holding and apologized. Mr. McCool insisted it was alright but Dusty looked over at the two kids trying to wrestle each other and handed him a pass. "They look like they'd love to be backstage. Show the security guard this pass and he'll direct you to me. I'd love to meet those two…in return for the sodas." With a smile Dusty walked away, making his way into the locker room leaving a father with a big smile on his face and three backstage passes in his hands.
The security guard led the family to the backstage area, and smiled when he saw how tight the little blonde girl was holding onto her father's hand and how big the young boys smile was.
"Ah, glad you could find me!"
For the first time little Michelle was in absolute awe. She pulled her father's arm and whispered in his ear, "Daddy that's Dusty!" She heard the wrestler chuckle and saw her brother glare at her.
"Why, sweetie what's your name?"
"Michelle. Michelle McCool."
"Why that's a very cool name you got there!" They all laughed and it just had to be the best day of her life.
"Son, what do you wanna be when you grow up?" Dusty turned his attention to her brother Jeff.
"I don't really wanna be a wrestler, I like watching it though. I think I wanna be in a band."
"What bout you, Miss McCool?"
"I wanna be a wrestler!" She smiled but frowned when her father and brother laughed. "Girls can fight too!" She yelled defending herself.
"No they can't!" A small voice countered from behind Dusty.
All attention turned to the young boy, "Oh Cody, hush." Dusty chuckled lightly tapping the small browned haired kid. "I forgot to introduce you all, this here is my son, Cody."
That's where it all started.
"Yes they can! I'm going to be a wrestler and prove to you that girls can fight." The introduction was completely ignored and the arguing continued.
"I'm going to be a wrestler. I'm to be one of the best in the world, like my daddy. All girls have are cooties." With a look of disgust on the young boys face he stomped away into his father's locker room.
"I apologize for him." Dusty got down to the petit blonde's eye level, "You can be a wrestler and if you want you can be the best in the world. Just go after it." After the wise words of advice they all exchanged their thank yous and good byes. From that moment Michelle knew that her idol was forever going to be Dusty. Too bad he had an idiotic son, right?
As she grew older, she grew wiser.
She still watches wrestling but reality hit her. She wasn't going to be a female wrestler. There was no way. She began trying out different sports, exceling at all of them and when she was at home she'd watch her guilty pleasure- wrestling. No one knew outside the family, I mean what kind of a boy would want one of those girls as their girlfriend.
She was the Homecoming Queen, not a world champion.
Her father knew her dreams of being a female wrestler would fade, that kind of fame wasn't for an average family. When college rolled around she decided to major in her favorite job, teaching.
She's lying if she said it's her favorite… it's not even a close second. World champion is still at the top of her list.
On her way to college everyday she takes one specific route, a route that leads her right in front of heaven in her eyes. That route passes by FCW Training Facility, you know for people that aren't like her. Ones that actually go for their dreams not place them aside and go for something more realistic.
She's been at the door more than once already. But she never really got the guts to enter.
Sometimes if class gets canceled she'd sit in her car, in the FCW parking lot and just look at all the men and women that enter and exit that building. "Why don't I just go in? Gosh, not even to look around?" She mentally slapped herself and let out a frustrating sigh. She slowly lowered her head onto the wheel and laid it there for a moment until she heard a knock on her window. Shooting her head up and cleaning her stray tears she looked to her left, forcing out an embarrassing chuckle.
"Hey, are you alright?" he was about her age, with brown hair and may she think it- a perfect face.
Clearing her throat she laughed and rolled down her window, "Yeah, I'm fine thank you." He smiled at her, almost blinding her eyes with his bright teeth.
"I know I don't know you and I have no right to ask you this but have you ever thought of actually going inside?" his strong southern accent reminded her of her own little country accent. She gave him a surprising look that made him immediately try and reverse his words. "I'm so sorry. I had no right in saying that it's just that I've seen you more than once already and you never end up actually going in. You just drive away. I was just…wondering." He paused looking deep into her eyes trying to read her but came out unsuccessfully, "I never should've came over, I'm sorry. Hope you're alright." He let out a small smile, one that wasn't blinding. A pity smile- she didn't like that. She watched him walk away for a moment and then opened her car door.
"Hey!" She yelled out toward him, "Wait!" She jogged up toward him when she saw him stop and turn around. Shit. She just remembered how hideous she could be looking right now. In a full Juicy jumpsuit and her long blonde hair in a messy bun she mentally yelled at herself for trying to talk to a gorgeous man in this figure. "Listen, I'm sorry about my whole… you know back there thing. I just wasn't ready for what you said. You're right I'm not alright. I'm messed up big time." Placing a hand on her forehead, she sighed waiting to hear his reply.
"You look like you need to let out some frustration, how bout you come and train with me." He smiled big and quickly added, "Just one round." when he saw her eyes grow wide. Adjusting his duffle bag over his shoulder he extended his hand over to her, "Deal?"
Michelle looked over at him in awe; he's getting her to do something no one else has ever done. "Deal." She said, shaking his hand and giving the biggest smile she's ever given since her meeting with Dusty 16 years ago.
That's it! Part One! :)
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xoxo, Jess.