"Harley! Harley Jane!"
Ugh. What do these fuckers want now?
"Yes?" I spoke in the sweetest voice I could possibly muster and turned around, my eyes gazing around the area for the source of the screaming – annoying, voice.
"There you are." Todd ran himself over to me, as fast as his little – well, huge feet could. "Your trainers have been looking every where for you. They have news for you." He spoke quickly, out of breath. Jeez, was it really that big of a deal?
"Thank you, Todd." I sighed, letting my fingers run through my jet black long hair. "Do you know where they are, by chance?"
"Out in the training area, by the punching bags." He pointed off in the direction, as if I didn't know.
"Thanks." I murmured again. Idiot.
I walked my way to the front of the gym, bracing myself for the worst. As I reached the two growing old men, I stopped, pushing my hair away from my face.
"Todd said you were looking for me." I declared my appearance, placing a hand to my hip. That was when trainer number one turned around. Mr. Lanston was his name, the tougher one out of the two. That man put me through hell, though it was well worth it.
"We've entered you in a contest, Harley." He spoke smoothly, as always. Though, this was definitely news to me.
"A contest?" I queried back. A contest about what?
"Did I stutter?" He responded, making me blush.
"No, sir. I just meant.." I took a deep breath, "what kind of contest?"
"A contest that will get you into a better place." He started talking, rambling even. He threw his arm over my shoulder and we began a walk. "You've improved a lot, Harley. You've got a great hold on targeting your emotions and using that in the ring. But now..now we want you to move on. Become bigger..better."
"And..because of this, you've entered me in a contest." I added, pretending like I knew what the hell he was talking about. Between you and me, I had not a damn clue. This man rambled and rambled, but never got his point across until you pulled it from him.
"Yes, exactly." He clapped my shoulder and pushed open doors to the outside. "So we're letting you go, Harley." He said, a smile on the old man's face. Except, at that moment my face dropped. What? Why was he doing this? Another one bites the dust..
"Wait, you're dropping me?" I spoke quickly, my voice was frantic.
"Yes. You're getting a better trainer, Harley. This will be good." He tried to persuade me, but there was no way in hell I was buying it.
"No, no, no." I shook my head. "I don't even know what you're talking about. What is this contest? And what does it have to do with you dropping me? No one else will get me the way you and Johnson do!" The words poured from my lips like wildfire.
"Harley, relax." He cooed.
Fuck you. My brain had a mind of its own..obviously.
"I can't! Do I even get an explanation?!" I looked distraught, and I knew it. I played nervously with the ends of my hair, out of habit.
"The contest we've entered you in, you've won, Harley. You're getting a new trainer..one bigger than myself and Johnson. You'll be fine." As he spoke, he went through his back pocket, pulling out a business like card.
What the fuck?
"Take it." He told me. I outstretched my shaky hand towards his, taking the card from his hand willingly.
"Call that number tonight and you'll get all the information you need to know. You'll be fine, kid." And with that, he clapped my back and headed back inside, leaving me stranded outside my gym..my old gym. Why did he do this? Without my permission..without me even knowing. He dropped me like a penny..they both did.
I sighed and took another quick look around, slinging my bag over my shoulder. My right hand went into the pocket and dug out the keys to small, little Toyota. I climbed in the front seat, tossing my bag beside me. What are you going to do now? My subconscious rang through my mind, and all I wanted to do was punch her. I lifted the business card that still sat in my hand and read over it.
"Florida Championship Wrestling." I read aloud.
I then gasped as the realization hit me. They're sending me to WWE's training facility? I stared long and hard at the card in my hands, constantly reading over the information. Tampa, Florida 33611 – 813-805-3018. That's the number I'm supposed to be calling tonight. My stomach was doing flips and it was not settling well with my lunch. I was so not ready for this. I shook the thoughts out of my head, placing the card in my glove compartment and started my trusty Toyota. I looked back at my home away from home that I would no longer go to once more before taking off to my real home.
"Dad?!" My voice called, still shaky.
Jesus Harley, get a hold of yourself. My subconscious rang, and this time, I actually agreed with her. I had no response. Cool. With a sigh, I held my bag over my shoulder and walked up the very creaky steps that led towards my bedroom upstairs. My mind scattered around millions of thoughts, until I heard some sounds that I really didn't want to hear.
"Ew! Dad!" I screeched, running past the closed door that led to his room and, feet don't fail me now, ran into my own room, slamming the door shut behind me. With a disgusted groan, I shook my head and threw my bag onto my bed. Of course, when I needed my dad's advice, he's working on his next one night stand. I slouched down onto my bed and rubbed my temples with my pointer fingers. 'Unbelievable,' called my subconscious. Glad to know she was thinking the same thing I was. Well..duh. I pulled my cell phone out of the small pocket on the side of my bag and I stared at it. When should I call?
Never. There it goes again.
"Shut up." I said aloud to myself. I'm not crazy. I don't think. I heard a few knocks on my door and my face scrunched up, knowing it was my father. My..horny, too old for one night stands, father.
"Come in!" I called out, the squeaking door opening and my father's shadow gracing its presence on my hardwood floors.
"Hey..sweetie." His smooth voice filled my room and I blinked to him, the guise of disgust still present on my face.
"Hey..dad." I matched his tone, shaking my head as I placed my phone beside me.
"Sorry you had to hear that."
"Yeah, me too." I muttered, my eyes drifting up towards my white ceiling.
"Was there something you needed? I'll make your favorite for dinner. Come." His voice drifted as he walked back to my door, escaping the awkward atmosphere that took place in my room.
I quickly grabbed my phone and shoved it in my pocket, following him out of my room, throwing my long hair up into a messy bun on the way. There was no sign of the whore that my father was with, and so I assumed he had kicked her out already.
"So what is it, Harley? You have your stress face on." He teased, opening the refrigerator to pull out his homemade pasta sauce. I loved it ever since I was little.
"They dropped me at the gym." I muttered, pulling out the stool that sat under the counter and plopping my small butt on it.
"What do you mean they dropped you? Did they drop you on your ass or on your head?" He raised an eyebrow. Yep, lame jokes and all. That was my dad.
"Ha-ha. You're so funny." My eyes narrowed in a glare as he broke up the spaghetti in half, tossing it into the boiling water. "No, they dropped me as in, I'm not training there anymore." I sighed, leaning my elbows on the counter.
"Well..why'd they do that? They have to have a good reason if they're letting go of their best." He shrugged, turning around to look at me, his eyes very obviously studying my face to search for an answer.
"They entered me in some kind of contest." I gulped, mocking his shrug.
"Okay.." He muttered, "You're gonna have to explain more than that, dear." He chuckled, turning back around to stir the sauce.
"They entered me in a contest for a trainer from Florida Championship Wrestling. You know, WWE's training brand." I mumbled, sinking down into the stool. My father turned to look at me so quickly, I swear you could hear the wind he made from his spin and not to mention he had a stupid grin on his face.
"That's awesome, Harley Jane! Why are you so upset over it then?" His grin disappeared as he cocked his head to the side in curiosity.
"I'm just..I..you know.." I couldn't get the words out. My hands found their way through my hair and pulled some strand from the hair tie. My eyes looked down to the cheesy tile pattern on the counter, as I heard a sigh come from the man in front of me.
"Harley, you can't let it stand in your way this time. You'll be fine where you're going and they didn't do this because they didn't want you anymore. They did this because they believe you're ready."
"But I don't believe I'm ready." I whispered to him, not daring to tear my eyes away from the ugly tile.
"You're never going to believe it, Har. You psych yourself out too much. This is going to be amazing for you and for your dreams that you'll never let yourself reach unless you give this a chance."
Damn him. Damn him for being right..always. My eyes lifted and I knew I had lost this one.
"Thanks, dad." I offered him a small smile and he leaned across the counter pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"Anytime, you know that." He turned again, stirring the spaghetti.
"I'll be back. I'm gonna..go make a phone call." I told him. Better do this now before I change my mind. I hopped off the stool and pulled my phone from my pocket, walking back outside to my Toyota, opening the door with a deep breath. I slid into the driver's seat and opened the glove compartment, pulling the card from it and staring at the number. My fingers nervously dialed it, my heart skipping a few beats as it dialed.
"Hello. Florida Championship Wrestling, how can I help you?" A voice rang through, and my mind went silent for once. "Hello?" The voice called again. I finally cleared my throat,
"Oh, uh, sorry. Yes, I'm Harley Jane Anderson calling about the contest." I muttered.
"Oh, Harley! We've been waiting for your call!" The woman spoke cheerily.
"Yes, sorry. I've only found out today and I've been..busy." I responded.
"It's not a problem. I'll get you in contact with your trainer right now." I could practically hear the smile on her face.
"Thank you." I muttered. I leaned my head down, resting my forehead against the steering wheel, my one hand hooking through bottom of it.
"Harley?" I heard what sounded to be a deep male voice and I lifted my head up.
"That's me." I responded, earning a chuckle from the other side. I couldn't help but smile at the sound.
"Well I'm Adam. Your new trainer." The voice spoke, and that's when I suddenly recognized it. My heart stopped and I'm pretty sure I gasped, my eyes widening. The Adam Copeland, as in Adam 'Edge' Copeland.
Oh sweet Jesus.
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