Disqualified Chapter 1: Get Out Alive, a twilight fanfic

Summary: Bella Swan is a 17 year old, who basically loves wrestling. She plays it, and goes to practice where she goes into competitions. Her best friends, Emmett McCarty and Jasper Whitlock, are also in wrestling with her, and are never seperated. It's until Bella finds herself against the Edward Masen in a wrestling match. It's until she starts falling in love with him that changes everything. Will he love her back? Will they get problems in the future? Will those problems lead to an angry-Bella, that will get her into the Smackdown company? Or will she give it all up for Edward?

(Everything about wrestling that you won't know about will be explained. Don't worry.)

-Disqualified-

1. Get Out Alive.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING.

Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace

"One!" the referee called out, slamming his hand, palms down, onto the mat. "Two!" he called again, slamming his hand again. "Thr-"

He stopped when he noticed that I pushed myself up, making one of my shoulders lift off the mat. My opponent, Tanya Denali, got pissed. "Bitch!" she yelled at me, angry that she couldn't pin me down for the three seconds. It made me angry. I then, still lying down on the matt, kicked her in the face. She went flying back, falling onto the mat, holding her face. I got up, and walked over to her.

"Come on, Bells!" my best friends, Emmett and Jasper, cheered. "Come on! Pin her down!"

The point of our match right now was to pin your opponent down, for three seconds, to win. The way you do that is to make sure your opponent's shoulders were both against the mat, for three seconds. If they were, you won. If they weren't, well, try again. Just now, when Tanya had tried to pin me down, but I had reacted quickly. Right now, I walked over to her, feeling confidence in me. I held her by the head, making her stand up - still holding her face - as I made her run to the ring ropes, as she rebounded off of them, coming straight to me. I moved to the side, and held my right arm out, as she ran into my arm, making her fall back, again.

This instanly knocked her out.

I went down on my knees, pinned her shoulders down, so she wouldn't budge, and held up one of her legs, so she wouldn't have a chance to jump. The referee quickly came. "One!" he yell, hitting the mat. "Two!" He hit is hand again.

You'd better stay down, I thought.

"Three!" And then he hit his hand against the mat, making me, instantly, the winner. I got off of Tanya, and got up. My friends were cheering for me, screaming out.

I was only seventeen, after all. This wasn't real wrestling, like on TV. This was just fun wrestling. If you wanted to become a superstar (A.K.A. wrester) this was the place to be, so you practice. Of course, when the coach thought you were good enough, you'd go into a match - just like the one I had right now - and whoever won, would be boosted up a level. So now, I've been boosted. I got out of the ring, and went over to my best friends, as they gave me high-fives.

We all lived in Forks, Washington. This small, rainy town. We went to school together, Forks High School. I lived with my father, Charlie. Him and my mother had divorced a long time ago, and I wanted to stay with Charlie. I had met Emmett and Jasper at five years old, at Day Care. We were best friends ever since. I have long brown hair, which I always put up in a ponytail when I have practice. My eyes are chocolate brown, which Emmett thinks looks "yummy." I don't have big muscles. But I'm strong enough. I have a good body, according to Jasper. I have fulls lips, and have NEVER touched lip gloss or lipstick. And they never will. Oh, and on my bottom lip, I have a lip ring. You know like the kind Jacob Hoggard, lead singer of Hedley, has?

Emmett is basically huge. No, not fat wise. I mean, muscle wise. He has huge muscles, which comes in handy for matches. He has curly, dark brown hair, which I like to touch and twirl.

Jasper has blonde hair, that's shaggy. He has these striking blue eyes, which I love looking at. He isn't as strong as Emmett, but he is very built. Trust me, I know.

Anyway, we got into wrestling when we were twelve. The coach always put me against a girl, and the guys against guys. I have never been against a guy before, but I wish I could. It would challenge me.

That is the thing with me: I love challenges. You give me a challenge, and I'll do it. I'm not fearless. You insult me, you will become a pancake. You try to "seduce" me, well then I'm plucking grapes. I'm the type of girl who doesn't take shit from nobody. I have an attitude, which Emmett finds funny, everytime I yell at a guy who says "Nice ass" to me. Or when girls come up to me and say "Are you on steroids?"

I grabbed my bag, as did Emmett and Jasper, and all three of us walked out. We went to the locker rooms, to get changed into our regular clothes. We don't wear costumes, like real wreslters do. Girls wear tank tops, and short shots with any type of shoes, as long as they were not high heels. Guys wear no shirts, with a choice of pants or capris. I got changed into a purple tank top, that wrote "Oh yeah? YOUR FACE" on the front, in white. My tank top just went a little over my belly, showing my belly button, which had a stud. Yes, I had a belly ring. I put on baggy jeans, and Converse and then walked out, to meet Jasper and Emmett.

"Starbucks?" Emmett suggested.

"Yes," I answered instantly. Starbucks was my second home. Well, the wrestling gym - that's where we go and practice and go into competitions - was my second home, but that and Starbucks are at a tie.

"You guys doing a tag-team match Saturday?" I asked them both, sipping on my frapiccino.

Jasper nodded. "Yeah. We're against two guys called. . ." he paused, trying to remember. "Shit, what were their names?"

"Mike Newton and Jacob Black," Emmett answered.

"Oh, right," Jasper chuckled.

A tag-team match was basically Two-VS-Two. But only two people are allowed in the ring: one member from one team, and another member from the other team. But if you are really suffering, just you two, then you have to reach your partner, who is on the outside of the ring, and slap his/her hand. Then, you have to get out of the ring, and let your partner get it, to do the job. It's fun, trust me.

"When's your next match?" Emmett asked me, licking the whipped cream from his chocolate-chip frapiccino, off his finger.

I shrugged. "I really don't know." I really didn't. Coach Hart hadn't told me who I was up against. But then again, my next match is next week, on Saturday. So I'm basically free for this week, except for Wednesday and Friday. On those days, I have practice.

If we won a match, we didn't win anything. All you won was your title, as it got higher. We didn't a gold belt. We didn't win a trophy. We're only teens, for God's sakes, we don't need trophies or gold belts. We do this so we could be prepared from what we want to be when we grow older.

As for me, I want to become a Diva's Champion. That is, if I can get into Smackdown. Smackdown was this wrestling show, that belongs to WWE. Diva's Champion is like saying WWE Champion, except for a woman. Diva's Champion belt if basically for woman only. WWE Champion goes for men, that is, if you could make it to the top. (What I just explained, is all true.) "I bet we're going to be against total fags," Emmett said, laughing.

Jasper and I laughed along too.

"Dude, it's like the time we were against Fancy Pants and Stoner," Jasper said, continuing to laugh. I remember Fancy Pants and Stoner. It was when Jasper and Emmett were in a Tag-Team match against these two guys. One had this sparkling pants, so I named him Fancy Pants, and the other guy looked hungover, and like he just did drugs, hence the name Stoner. We haven't seen those two in four months, though.

Emmett burst out laughing. "Oh wow, I remember that!"

I giggled. They were just the best of friends to me. We did almost everything together. It's been rough, since every guy I have dated had cheated on me. When I told Emmett and Jasper, they just said "Be right back" and came back at least an hour later, grinning madly. They had basically punched the guys' out. Each guy that I have ever dated - and they ALL cheated on me - Emmett and Jasper would hunt them down, and just beat the crap out of them.

"Ow!" Emmett said suddenly, his hands on his temples. "Brainfreeze!"

I started laughing. Leave it to Emmett to scream about a brainfreeze. Jasper started laughing, and then started choking on his donut. I stood up, and quickly went to tap his back, as his coughing became fewer. When he recovered, he smiled at me. "Thanks, Bells."

"You're welcome," I grinned back.

I truly loved these guys. They were like my brothers. We had everything in common. Except for physical appearance, and how I like guys and they like chicks.

Don't get me wrong about wrestling - it is fake. Wrestling on TV is fake, yes. The fights are no fake though. Those are real, with real injuries. The acting, the conversations, and the verbal fights are acting. Those are fake. But once the competiters are fighting in the ring, that's real. The punch, the kicks, the headbutts, the pin down, the throwing, and the slamming are all real.

And I'll have to deal with that once I become an adult.

"Guys, did you see the new girls?" Emmett told Jasper and me at lunch on Monday. I rose an eyebrow, and stopped eating my sandwich. This would be interesting. "They are smocking hot!"

Jasper then gave Emmett a high-five. "I saw them, too! The one with the spiky black hair really knocked me on my feet."

"Did you see the blonde hottie?"

Jasper nodded.

"Now that," Emmett said, "was one stunning lady. She's all mine, you get the little fairy."

"Dude, shut up," Jasper snapped. "I don't care about her size, she's a really amazing girl."

I shook my head, laughing. "So, when are you guys going to have the balls to ask them out?" I asked them both. They looked at me wide eyed, and then looked at each other.

"I haven't thought of anything yet. . ." Jasper said slowly, scratching his neck.

"Me neither," Emmett added in.

"You guys are hopeless."

"Not our fault."

Throughout the day, I hadn't met the new girls at all. I hadn't seen them, either. Maybe I will tomorrow. I hear that they are best friends, who moved from Seattle. They sound nice to me. Emmett and Jasper still had no luck at asking them out. And they keep saying "Don't worry, I will" but they never do because they chicken out. And yet they could handle wrestling matches at our practice/compition gym, Wrestle Mania.

When Wednesday came, I was just doing some leg weights, while Emmett was on his back, lifting a weight bar up and down, Jasper watching him, so he could make sure nothing dangerous will happen to Emmett. Anyway, as I was doing the leg weights, Coach Hart came up to me. "Bella?"

I stopped was I was doing. "Yeah?" I said back, grabbing my water bottle, and taking a sip since I was sweating and out of breath.

"I just wanted to tell you that you'll be against Edward Masen this Saturday," he said to me.

That when I spit my water out, and my mouth hung open. "Edward Masen?!" I exclaimed. "Why him?! Shouldn't I be against a girl?"

Coach Hart shook his head. "You keep winning your matches against the girls, and you basically beat all of them. And your rank is high, so I thought it's time you were against a guy."

"But Edward Masen?! Why him?"

"No one else was available," he said simply. "See you on Friday." He waved to me, and walked out of the weight room. My mouth was still hung open.

Edward Masen was the wrestling champion. He may be seventeen, like me, but he seriously kicks asses. I didn't like that guy. Not one bit. He goes to my school, but I barely se him. I have a suspicious that he goes to the school gym while on free time like at lunch. But this guy really kicks your ass. I watched him just last week, and he freaking beat the crap out of poor Johnny. And Edward had a lot of attitude, and he was always mean to people. Thinking this made me angry. There was no way in hell was he kicking my ass this Saturday.

I then cracked my knuckles, my teeth gritted. Emmett and Jasper came over to me. "Did I just hear you are against the Edward Masen this Saturday?" Emmett said, grinning.

"Since when do assholes have a 'the' in the front of their name?" I replied. "And why can't you be against him?! You're all big and strong, much more than I am!"

Emmett laughed. "Because Jasper and I have a Tag-Team match that day."

"But don't you have it before my match?"

"Yeah. . . But we still our match. We can't do two in one day."

He was right. You weren't able - or allowed - to do two or more matches per day. Only one match, one day. That was it. "Bells, we have confidence in you," Jasper said, his arm around my shoulder now. "You can do it. Teach Edward Masen that you're not just a pretty face."

I nodded. "Yeah," I said, agreeing. "I can do this. I will kick his ass."

Today was Friday, which meant we had wrestling practice after school. And that meant I'd have to meet Edward Masen. I shivered. I didn't want to meet him. I've seen him in matches, and he does not play nice. I never met him in person, I just saw him at school, and watched - well, forced - some of his matches. I don't even think he knows me. But he will today. I was now in English Literature class, just as the bell rang. I grabbed my things, and walked out.

That's when I bumped into something.

"Oops," I said. I looked to see who I bumped into. It was this short, pixie-kind of girl, with jet black, spiky hair. "Sorry."

She smiled. "It's all right. It happens. I'm Alice Brandon, by the way." She held out her hand, and I shook it. I grinned back at her.

"Bella Swan."

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too."

"So," I said, trying to make conversation. "You moved here?"

She nodded. "Yeah, from Seattle. I moved here with my parents, and my best friend, Rosalie, and her parents."

"Wow, all of you moved together?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Yeah." She giggled now. "Crazy, but we did. I actually prefer Forks than Seattle."

"Really."

"Yes. Much better here. I don't like big cities. I like it here because it's small, and non-crowded," she answered. I nodded.

"Wow."

And then I heard a phone ring. At first, I thought it was mine, but then I noticed that it was Alice's. She looked up at me, since I was taller, and gave me an apologelic smile. "Sorry," she said. "But I have to go."

"Oh, okay. I'll see you around, then?"

She nodded, and smiled eagerly. "Sure! See you Monday." She waved to me, as I waved back, and she turned around and danced away. She was a really like girl. Just now did I realize I was talking to the girl Jasper was crushing on. I had to tell him this. I walked to the cafeteria, to see him and Emmett already sitting at our usual table.

"Hey," I greeted them, sitting down.

"Hey," they responded in unison.

"Guess who I spoke to."

"Who?"

"The new girl." They waited for more details. "Oh, the girl Jasper is crushing on." I couldn't help but smile at Jasper's expression. He leaned forward to me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and looked at me straight in the eye.

"You will tell everything that you spoke to her about."

We were now at Wrestle Mania, in their weight room, as we excercized. I had the boxing gloves on, as I was punching out the punching bag. Emmett was at his weight bar again, and Jasper was doing the same. I knocked the punching bag twice, then three times, and then two times again, this time, rapidly.

That's until someone bumped into my from behind me.

I turned around, and gritted my teeth. "Watch where you're going."

And the person then turned around, and I noticed who it was. It was Edward Masen. His bronze hair was messed up, his Emerald green eyes shining, but grew darker. His lips were in a hard line, and he was wearing a t-shirt and sweat capris. He glared down at me, as I glared back. This is was I was up against tomorrow. "Why don't you move out of the way?" he retorted.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm your opponent for your match, tomorrow."

He smirked. "You are my opponent?" He started to laugh. "You have got to be kidding me."

"If I was joking, I would be hitting you with a chair right now, and then laughing hysterically. So, no, I'm not kidding. Watch your mouth, I might just snap it open for life," I threatened. Fire versus fire.

"Bring it on," he sneered.

"You'll be kissing my ass by the end of the match," I retorted. And with that, I walked out of the weight room, Emmett and Jasper in two as they laughed.

Edward Masen will be at my mercy at tomorrow's match. I'll bet on it.

A/N: So, yeah. I wanted to make a new story because I was in the mood, and Smackdown really effected me Friday night. (YAY! Jeff Hardy is #1 WWE contender!)

This is basically about wrestling, since I am obsessed with it. And when Bella is explaining about wrestling, and the types of matches, they ARE real. Just to let you know.

I hope you liked it.

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