Chapter 1

"Dad, don't worry we'll be just fine!" Paige said, tiring of her fathers incessantness over her and her two brothers leaving for TNA.

"Well, I just want you all to be prepared for wrestling in a big promotion. Mine isn't shit compared to those, I just don't want you all making the same mistakes I did." Harley Race said to his kids. He had the two boys, Brian and Jimmy, with his wife. Paige was their half sister, he'd had a one-nighter with her mother and 'uh-oh' her she came. He hadn't even known she'd been born until a few years before this.

"Dad, we can handle it, okay? We'll be back in a couple of weeks." Brian said, looking at his watch. They needed to get on the road now before they missed their plane.

"I know, call me when you get there…" He said, hugging each one of his kids. He hugged Paige a moment longer.

"You be careful," he whispered, "You've got so much going for you…more than just this, don't lose yourself to this…"

She nodded her head stepping back. She knew he was having a hard time letting go. She couldn't blame him. She'd feel the same way if she had only gotten a few years with her child and then was expected to just let them go.

"Don't worry pops!" Jimmy said, swinging his arm around Paige's shoulders, "We got her back!"

"You take it easy, too, Jim…" Harley said, warningly.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry Dad; I got this all under control!" He said, brushing off the accusation. Jimmy had been toying with steroids and other illegal substances as of late. It was in its infancy stages right now and Brian and Paige had been doing everything to try and keep him clean.

Brian had been working in Harley's company, not wrestling, but promoting, marketing type of things. He'd been to college like his Dad had asked, but liked the wrestling world too much to stay away from it. He was now 27 and figured it was now or never for the bigger leagues. Jimmy and Paige were the same age, being only a couple months apart. Jimmy was the older of the two, but it was not obvious, the way he acted sometimes.

Jimmy was a very talented athlete, able to be extremely agile and quick. He was a great crowd pleaser with his daring maneuvers. He'd trained under Harley as well as some other old school trainers and become very talented at professional wrestling.

Paige had been an avid fan of professional wrestling in her early teen years, drooling over the beefcake on television, no matter the age difference. She eventually lost interest in it though, becoming slightly ignorant to the happenings. She was now 22 and had been back into wrestling for the past three years since she'd found out Harley Race was really her father. She used her anger in a positive way, bonding with Harley through training. It was through that that they gained a mutual respect for one another. She had become also quite talented in her wrestling ability, dominating most of the men in Harley's promotion.

Harley had been deeply impressed with her natural ability and her aptitude when it came to learning technique. He knew with her vast amount of charisma and her ability to suplex men much larger than her was going to catapult her to wrestling stardom. A stardom that would be much more respectable than most women in wrestling could ever dream of. He knew she'd never have to pose in Playboy to become popular.

He'd seen though a possible hang up. There was no doubt that Jimmy was talented, but he wasn't quite the caliber she was. Also, his personal problems were ailing him. Paige and Jimmy had become very, very close since they met, to the point that they were almost inseparable. It seemed she was the only person Jimmy would listen to, but even then he didn't always listen to her. She'd gotten him out of some pretty big problems, financially and personally. She never expected anything in return, which was good because Jimmy was not exactly the thoughtful type.

They piled into the car, stowing their luggage in the trunk. Jimmy half hung out the backseat window, waving wildly to Harley who waved back. He hoped it was the right thing, letting his kids enter a business that hadn't always been good to him. But it was an amazing opportunity; he only hoped they could use it the right way.

"God, I thought the old man would never let us go." Jimmy said, lighting up a cigarette in the backseat as they turned on to the highway. Brian rolled his eyes as he settled into the steady stream of traffic.

"He's just worried, man, he is our Dad, you know." Brian said from the driver's seat.

"Yeah, but just think, he won't be like a big monkey on out back anymore." Jimmy said, blowing smoke rings from his mouth.

"Yeah, which means we have to watch our own backs now…keep out noses clean, right Jimmy?" Paige said from the front passenger seat. Jimmy laughed in response.

Later that afternoon…

It was much later than expected when their plane landed in Orlando. There was a slight delay in taking off with Jimmy giving on of the flight attendants a hard time. Paige had to spend a good 30 minutes convincing airport security she would keep him under control and not to take him off the plane, lying saying he was bi-polar.

"Jimmy, man, you better cool it, or you're gonna blow everything for us." Brian warned as they walked to their rental car.

"No matter where I go, I always can count on Big Brother breathing down my back." Jimmy said, throwing his bags into the trunk. Paige slapped him in the back of the head as he passed her. "Dammit, girl, that hurt."

"Well good, maybe you'll get the point." She said to him.

"I get it, sorry Bro," Jimmy apologized to Brian.

"Paige, you mind driving? I don't know shit about Orlando." Brian said, climbing into the front passenger seat.

"What the hell makes you think I do?" She asked climbing in the drivers seat, "You two have been here a few more times then me."

"You're better with directions. Plus, it'll make you look good in front of all those guys…makes you look powerful when you drive a carful of guys." Brian said, leaning his seat back.

"Lightweight…" She teased as she exited the parking lot. The truth was she'd been studying the maps of the first few towns they'd be in because she knew how uncomfortable they were with driving in strange places.

The driving was also a welcome distraction. Paige was quite nervous about meeting most of TNA's roster. She'd grown to adore many of the men in WCW as that was her preference in the mid to late 90's. She'd been quite smitten with Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, Sean Waltmen, and Curt Hennig among others. She did however, catch WWF every once in a great while. She enjoyed watching the most, Mark "The Undertaker" Callaway, Paul "HHH" Levesque, Jason "Christian" Resno, The Hardy Bros., and Adam "Edge" Copeland were another few. It felt strange to her that she was going to be working with or alongside many of these men, of which a few she still was a bit enamored with.

She hoped she could keep herself focused. She was not shallow, and was not all too thrilled with her looks. Every man in her father's company tried to reassure her though, that she did not have anything to worry about in the looks department. She wished though, she'd had a breast reduction done before she started. She was a natural 40C, and while some women could wrestle with that or bigger, she was more worried about them getting in the way. Oh well, it was too late to worry about it now.

She also wished she'd gotten into better shape before they took off. Although she was very strong, her muscles were lean, her body almost sleek. No one would ever figure she could lift a 300 pound man and throw him to the floor of the ring. She was in the best shape of her life so far, she'd slimmed down quite a bit, she could actually wear a bikini now and make it look good, although she wasn't a big fan of dressing that skimply all the time. She was supposed to be their valet for the first few weeks. She was trying to figure out how she could pull it off without coming off slutty and then trying to gain the audiences respect when she started wrestling. She figured she'd only be able to fight the women and first, but was going to bitch at the match men until she got what she wanted.

She knew it was also going to be hard to get respect from most of the men backstage. It'd taken a lot with the guys that worked for her dad to see past her tits. And occasionally there had still been some guy that thought she was only good for one thing, that is until she laid them on their ass. It was going to be ever harder with them not using their Dad's name as a calling card.

They had agreed that they were not going to disclose that Harley Race was their father. They wanted to gain everybody's respect genuinely. They weren't going to go around flashing their last name around to get notoriety. Plus, they were sure there were some wrestlers around who were not all too fond of Harley Race and they didn't want to step on anybody's toes just because of their birthright. Brian and Jimmy in hopes of protecting Paige came up with the idea that they were also not going to tell anyone that they were related. That they were merely partners from a smaller federation was their story. Brian and Jimmy were slightly protective over Paige, not to fond of any man getting too close to her. She did appreciate their concern but was put off at the same time. She was a big girl; she could decide for herself what was appropriate and what wasn't. She was 22 years old, so what if wanted a casual relationship with someone…but none the less, Brian and Jimmy were hoping that rumors would go around that one of them was with her would scare any prospects off.

An hour later she found the arena. They were mostly going to observe tonight, traveling the rest of the week, honing their skills during house shows. Paige was glad, she didn't think with her nerves the way they were, could handle a live show tonight. It was going to be nerve-wracking enough to be meeting people she'd idolized in the past. She didn't think she could perform in front of them that quickly.

"Yo, dumbass, wake up." She said, throwing her empty starbucks cup at Jimmy, who was sprawled out over the backseat. It hit him square in the nose.

"I'm up, I'm up…" He said, stretching as he sat upright. His arms reached from window to window, it didn't seem like he could get comfortable in such a small space.

"We there already?" Brian asked, stretching and yawning next to her.

"No, I just stopped at some various arena for no particular reason." Paige teased.

"Shut up…" Brian said, trying not to laugh.

They climbed out of the car, pulling out the few bags they needed, unsure if they were going to have to get their outfits for the next evening approved.

Paige saw Jimmy throw a bottle of pills into his bag. She didn't say anything, but looked and Brian. He looked back at her shrugging his shoulders. She knew how he felt, there was nothing that either of them had been able to say or do as of late to change his behavior.

"You ready?" Brian said, looking at Paige, then Jimmy.

"Yeah, man, let's fucking tear TNA a new one!" Jimmy said. Paige rolled her eyes, smiling.

"Yeah, ready as I'll ever be." She said.

They entered the arena as fans cheered to them from the railings above.

"Who are you?" One fan yelled.

"Man, we ain't anybody yet…but we will be!" Jimmy yelled back. They walked through the doorway and were immediately almost swallowed up by a flurry of activity. Paige felt incredibly small around all the large people. Jimmy stood 6'2" an Brian 6'4", so around them Paige was used to being the little one standing at 5'8". But now she was completely surrounded by men the same size or bigger than her brothers.

"C'mon, there's a sign that says dressing rooms over here" Brian said, heading around the crowd to their left. The hallway was much less crowded, Paige could actually breathe. She felt a little less anxious the farther they walked, the less they could hear the ruckus of the first room they'd been in. She started feeling it again however as she read the names on the doors they passed.

Samoa Joe, Kurt Angle, Robert Roode, Tomko, Styles, Kevin Nash & Scott Hall, etc. She couldn't believe how star struck she felt just seeing the names. She was trying to mentally coach herself, when they turned the corner almost running into a small group of people. Brian actually did, running straight into a 7 foot tall man.

"Aw, hey man, sorry about that…" Brian said apologizing.

"Don't sweat it man, Kevin, " Kevin Nash said, holding out his hand to Brian.

"Brian, this is Paige, and that's Jimmy." Brian said nodding toward the other two with him.

"Hey. You all the newbies they said were starting tonight?" He asked, Paige now realizing who all was in the group.

"Yeah, trying to find our room, they didn't tell us anything about the arena, kinda walking blindsighted." Brian said.

"I think I saw it down the next hall," Scott Hall said, pointing his thumb back behind him.

"Thanks." Brian said, walking past them, "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you all too, we'll probably see you at the meeting, in about an hour." Kevin said.

"Thanks." Paige said, smiling as she walked past them. Scott took notice to her. She was dressed in track pants and a t-shirt but still was looking good. He gave Kevin a look, which Kevin returned, agreeing with him.

"Save a seat for ya'" Scott said, as she walked past him.

She couldn't help the giggles that came from her. "Thanks…" She said, following her brothers.

"Was that the best you could come up with? Hehehe Thanks!" Jimmy said mocking her as they neared their dressing room.

"Fuck you…" Paige said, still slightly mortified at her girlish behavior. Well so much for commanding respect.

"I can't believe I just giggled at Scott Hall." She said, throwing her bag down in front of a set of lockers. "Hehehe, thanks, hehehe, thanks…" She said mocking her own self now.

"Chill out…I'm sure they'll forget all about it." Brian said, digging through his own bag. Paige and Jimmy looked at him, "Well maybe not." He said, smiling.

"God…" Paige said, burying her head in her hands.