Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TNA characters. They are either owned by TNA, or by the athletes themselves. Please don't sue me. BCW (Border City Wrestling), and Gateway Championship Wrestling are real companies. I don't own them either, but go check them out! - Tristen Marlow

Jordana Xavier sat in Larry Zybysco's office, and signed her soul to TNA. Despite her mother's wishes to stay away from wrestling, she had to follow her dream.

"Welcome to TNA, Jordana. I know you'll be happy here." He shook her hand.

"Thank you, Larry. I know I will be, too."

"You can go out to the ring and introduce yourself now. We won't debut you until we can find a storyline. That should be about a week from now. Sound good?"

"Peachy. Thanks for everything." She walked out of the office, walking toward the ring. She saw a few guys working out in the ring. Slowly, she walked over there. "Hello."

"Hi there!" Traci Brooks said to her. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"We did some shows in BCW together. I'm Jordana Xavier." She held her hand out.

"It's nice to see you again. What brings you to TNA?"

"I'm contracted. Just signed on today." Saying that brought a smile to both faces.

"Awesome! I'm glad they're bringing in some real athletes. Some of these girls can't go like us."

"So I've seen." They laughed as they walked toward the ring.

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He was watching them from the rafters, and liking what he saw. Sure she was pretty, but he was really looking forward to getting into her mind. "I wonder how she ticks..."

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"Hey you guys, meet Jordana Xavier. She's the new Knockout. Jordana, this is Chris Harris and James Storm, better knows as-"

"AMW. It's a pleasure." She shook Chris' hand.

"It's nice to meet you. I've seen some of your stuff from Gateway Championship Wrestling. It's nice." He told her. She blushed at the name of GCW.

"Ah, yes. Those were the good old days." She went to shake James' hand, when he stepped back.

"You've got to be kidding me. You? A Knockout? That's funny." She was appalled.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Just look at yourself." She looked down. She was wearing black Gothic pants, one of her old indy shirts (which was black), black boots, and a black vinyl coat. "Goths don't do well in wrestling."

"Damn it, James. Shut up." Traci said, sticking up for Jordana. Meanwhile, the mystery man was still up in the rafters, watching the situation unfold.

"It's okay, Traci. You know, it's sad to see such a close-minded ass clown with gold around his waist. You may be one of the greatest wrestlers in the world, but no one will work with you if you couldn't give a shit about anyone else. No one likes a selfish fucker." Jordana looked James right in the eye. Chris and Traci looked at each other, then at these two warriors. James towered over Jordana, but her heart made up for it. All of a sudden, he pushes her. She kicked him in the gut and delivered an Evenflow DDT, Raven's finishing maneuver.

The man in the rafters just smiled... "Ah, this gets better and better."