Prologue

Prologue

June 1997

The room was filled with many fans that packed into the large arena to witness the momentous event. People from all over the country packed into the small seats to watch the finest wrestlers in the Country square off.

All around the sidelines, the young athletes limbered up and prepared to enter the ring and wrestle for Canada's junior titles. Under each flag a few select athletes made sure each muscle was limber and each teammate was ready to win.

Under the flag of Ontario sat a lone female. She was small, very small. She stood on her toes to get a look around, then rolled onto her heels in her tight boots. She was only about 5'4, tinier than any of the others on any of the teams. A few of the other girls had laughed at her. She didn't mind. She knew they had no idea what was coming.

Jacine slid down into a lateral split and leaned forward. One of the girls from Quebec saw her and pointed her out to her teammate. The other girl laughed at her and made a snide remark about stepping on her. Jacine shook her head and went back to stretching. She knew that she was in for a tough run. She knew that there were only 16 girls in competition, and only one women's title. She would be fighting girl's way above her weight class. She didn't care. They were big; she was fast and strong. Jacine ran over all the moves she knew in her head. Single leg takedowns. Double Leg takedowns. Half Nelson rollovers. Every single move she had learned she went over.

"Jacine," said her Captain, a guy named Alex. He strode over and grabbed her wrists, pulling her up from her split.

"You ready?" asked another boy, named Johnny. Jacine nodded.

"Listen to me," said Alex, "We need you to win. We really need a win. I think I pull off a placing in the unlimited category, but not gold. You could. I know you Jaci. You can win. You've got speed."

"Mm hmm," said Jacine, smiling and giving Alex two thumbs up.

"You beat little one," said Alex, grimacing then clutching his chest. Jacine took a step forward, trying to help him but he pulled away.

"He bruised his rib," said Johnny.

"I must have. It hurts a lot. I'm going to go to the medic."

"You do that," said Johnny, patting Alex on the back. Jacine smiled once as she taped up her wrist.

"Jadrek!" called the ref, "Jacine Jadrek, you're up."

"Go get em Jaci," said Johnny, patting Jacine as she ran off to win her first match

*+*+*

"The final match will be held between Erica Kelly of British Columbia," said the announcer, "And Jacine Jadrek of Ontario."

"Jaci!" said the coach; "You can do this. You can win. Erica is big, and lumbering, but she can't hurt you if she can catch you."

"Come on Jaci," said Johnny, "We need you to win."

"You can do it Jaci!" said the coach.

"Alex?" asked Jacine.

"He's still being treated, go fight," said the coach.

"Get her Jaci!" said Johnny. Jacine looked back at him and flashed a smile, ready to take on the girl. She walked confidently towards the circle and took her place.

"You ready to die?" she asked.

"Nope," said Jacine, taking her stance.

"Too bad," said the girl, and the whistle blew. Jacine, quick as always, ducked in and took out the girls legs. Erica fell with a thud and rolled onto her stomache, but Jacine caught her and pulled her into a half nelson, then rolled her over for the pin.

"The Winner of the Canadian Junior Women's title, Jacine Jadrek of Brussels!" shouted the announcer.

"Jaci!" yelled the coach, running over and hugging the girl.

"Quick coach!" said Johnny, "Nevermind that! Alex! Alex stopped breathing."

"Alex?" said Jacine, rushing to the medics.

"Get him to the hospital!" said the coach.

"Alex!" screeched Jacine, worried sick.

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"How long is this going to take," said the coach, "Why can't I see him!"

"Alex," said Jacine softly, sitting on a chair, still in her singlet.

"What happened?" said Johnny, "He was fine this morning."

"It may have been his heart," said the coach, "He was a big boy, and his heart may have let up."

"At eighteen?"

"I know its odd but it's happened before," said the coach as a doctor came out.

"What happened?" asked Johnny.

"Are you the family of Alex Emerson?"

"No. I'm his coach, and these are his friends. His family is back in Toronto."

"Alex died. Heart failure. Has he had any trouble before."

"No. He's just a wrestler who bulked up."

"Looks like the wrestling killed him."

"Alex. No. How could you die. You can't be dead," thought Jacine, "This isn't happening. You and I were supposed to go to Toronto to train together. You can't be dead. I need you Alex, don't leave me all alone."

"I'm sorry," said the Doctor, putting his hand on Jacine's shoulder.

"No," said Jacine, walking away.

*+*+*

The bus stop was very, very cold. The icy wind whipped at Jacine's hands and face. She pulled her scarf on a little tighter and shoved her hands in her pockets. The bus was due to arrive at five o'clock, and by the time Jacine reached the stop, it was seven. Jacine had planned to visit her aunt, but she decided going to Toronto would be a better idea. She was a small town girl, and she needed a change.

She only had two suitcases and three hundred dollars. She figured she could find a job as a waitress or some other job to get by on until she got her life together. She didn't know what she wanted to do, or where she belonged anymore. She thought she belonged with Alex, but Alex had left her side, no goodbye or anything. His death ripped her life apart, pushing her further into the depths of her own mind.

She wandered around the station and watched the sun rise in the east over the wheat fields she played in as a child. She remembered running in and out of the wheat, coming home with dust filled shoes and wheat in her long hair. Her mother made her wear it in braids.

Her mother died when she was 6. Cancer killed her. Her father followed her a year later. He made the choice not to live. She lived with her parents best friends. They were nice people, but Jacine didn't like them all that much. They tried to make her talk. Since her mothers death, Jacine chose not to speak much, instead letting her bright blue eyes talk for her. The Brown's took her to doctors and shrinks, but she told them she just didn't need to. She liked being quiet.

"Hey Jacine!" said a voice. Jacine turned around to see Mr. Tucker, the local barber. She waved and gave a half hearted smile.

"Who is out there Marty," called Mrs. Tucker from inside.

"Just little Jaci," he called back, "You wouldn't be leaving Brussels for the big city?"

"Are you going to tell her about the bike?"

"Yes."

"The Keys are in your pocket."

"Thank you dear. So Jacine, you're not leaving, are you?"

"Yes Sir."

"The bus doesn't come until Tuesday," he said. Jacine swore under her breath.

"Listen, in your fathers will he left me his motorcycle because he knew I would enjoy restoring it. I figure you need it more than me."

"Motorcycle?"

"1967 Harley Davidson in with a great engine. You know how to ride one, right?"

"Yes."

"Ever ridden on a real Harley?"

"No."

"What did you learn on?"

"Yamaha."

"Those? You'll love this," said Mr. Tucker, handing her a set of keys, "Now head for where-ever you're going little one."

"Thank you Mr. Tucker. I appreciate this."

"You know that's the first time you've said a real sentence since your mother died."

"I know."

"She was nice. What you going to do in Toronto?"

"Waitress."

"No."

"No?"

"I have a friend. His name is Alexander Russet. I call him Rusty. He owns a gym where he trains wrestlers. He's looking for a girl to work for him. I'll give him a call."

"No need."

"You're one of this towns best kids. I'm sad to see you leave, but I think your father would kill me if I let you go off on your own."

"Thank you."

"You ever thought about pro wrestling?"

"No."

"You've got talents. Didn't you used to dance and do Gymnastics."

"USED to."

"You're strong and flexible. Wouldn't take much to teach you."

"Dunno."

"Think about it."

"Will do."

"Jacine, don't get hurt, but don't be afraid."

"I fear nothing."

"Everyone fears something."

"I fear only one thing."

"What?"
"Fear," she said as she walked to his garage and pulled out the old red Harley. She placed her bags back and pulled on the helmet. She remembered riding with her father as a child on the bike. She turned on the ignition and prepared to set off.

"Good luck Jacine," said Mr. Tucker, giving her a pat on the shoulder.

"Goodbye," she said, riding off into the sunrise, towards the big city.

Authors Note: I own everyone in this first chapter! BWAH HA HA! The WWF will be involved in the next chapters. Review please!