So after many requests about making this longer than a two parter, I decided to do that.
This is now going to be longer and a little more detailed.
Which is why this chapter is just about this scene. A little bit more of character development for Michelle.
It's shorter than the other one but I thought it was in a good place to stop for this chapter.
HUGE thanks to all the reviewers especially to: xTwistedxImperfectionx and wired dollesque.
Really hope you all enjoy, give me all your opinions.
"Have you ever been in the ring before?" standing opposite to her, the young man leaned against the turnbuckle and awaited her response which he was hoping was a yes.
"Well…" Michelle scratched her head in an embarrassing manner.
"So, that's a no?" Michelle shook her head from side to side earning a soft chuckle from the young man in return. "Do you know any moves?"
"Are you kidding? I've been watching the WWE since I was six. I know all the moves." The blonde took his question to heart and even raised her voice a little replying back. "I'm sorry." Placing a hand over her mouth she blushed knowing how rude her reply was. "I know the moves and the names they're called. I know everything; I just never actually tried performing them."
"Well, you're lucky you're standing opposite of one of the future greats." With a smirk on his face, he walked toward Michelle pointing at himself.
"Who are you to even call yourself half-decent?"
"You have a lot of anger bottled up." His smirk disappeared and was replaced with a sincere small smile. With a sigh, Michelle placed a hand on her forehead and lowered her head. He took this as his cue to step closer to her. "Flip me." Michelle looked up into his eyes and gave him a look of disbelief.
"I can't flip you!" She held her hands up in shock.
"Yes, you can! Look, wrestling is all strategy. You can flip and you will flip me. Now get in position and let's take that anger you have inside of you into something other than verbal abuse." Michelle let out a low scoff and looked at the man in front of her in awe.
He didn't know she was a Homecoming Queen.
She's not worthy enough to deliver a successful suplex.
Sitting in the middle of the ring opposite of the man that made something she never thought possible, Michelle couldn't help but smile. "I can't believe I actually wrestled!" The blonde let out a small squeal and stomped her feet on the ring floor in excitement.
It was like the day she fell in love with wrestling all over again.
"I told you, you could do!" He smiled placing his water bottle beside him, "Let me tell you something, you gave one hell of a beating. I've faced guys that wouldn't bang me up half of what you've done." Michelle smiled and tackled him with a hug. He let out a small chuckle when he lost balance and caused them both to fall back onto the mat. Michelle kept her tight grip around his neck as he let his muscular arms hug her waist.
Maybe she should've listened to how fast her heart was beating.
But she never goes after what's right, anyway.
"Thank you so much." As she began pulling away she noticed how close they were. She stood to her feet and scratched her head in embarrassment. He followed her and chuckled nervously. "I'm sor…"
"You know you apologize too much. Everything's cool, I'm glad I could help you." He smiled that smile she was beginning to love. The blonde picked up her water bottle from where they were sitting and began making her way out of the ring. "Do you want to make it into the WWE?" her question made him stop everything he was doing.
"Who wouldn't? It's where I belong. I need to make it into the WWE." His answer was so determined, it made her think of how she runs from her dreams and not chase them. She offered him a small smile, "Do you?" He looked deep into her eyes as if he was trying to find the real Michelle. Thing is, she hasn't even found her yet.
"No, wrestling is just fun. It's cool, what can I say I'm a tomboy." She avoided all means of eye contact, "It's not my calling though."
That wasn't the real Michelle.
That was the Michelle she wanted to be.
Not the one she was.
"Then, what's your calling?" Why does he care? They've known each other not more than 24 hours and he's already gotten her to be the real Michelle more than anyone else has.
"Teaching. I'm going to be a teacher. I would never make it to the big league, not even close."
"Why do you always do that?" he crossed his arms in disbelief.
"Do what?"
"You always put yourself down. You can't do that! You have to go after what you feel is right. You can't cross your dreams out just because there's a chance you won't make it. If everyone did that then there would be no WWE. There would be no wrestling industry." She hadn't realized how close he had gotten to her and suddenly realized that she should've never came into this rotten place.
"Listen, you don't even know me! You can't just give me advice like that! Who do you think you are? I know what I want and wrestling is not what I want. I'm not going to go into the men's world... Who even knows if you'll make it?"
"No one knows if I'll make it, but I know that I will try until I make it. You don't even know what you want."
She lowered the finger she had pressed into his chest and grabbed her bottle of water. "Wrestling is a dream, Teaching is reality. We're not in a dream." She headed out the double doors hoping she never had to look back.
"We're not in a dream, but dreams do come true. Just go after it." Michelle stopped walking as the words repeated in her mind, just go after it. In that moment she went back in time to the moment she meet her idol, Dusty Rhodes; you can be a wrestler and if you want you can be the best in the world. Just go after it.
She didn't hear and see the similarities.
"I rather not." The blonde opened the door to her car and looked at the boy that was still standing in the same position, before starting her car and driving away.
She never even got to know his name.
Well, here it is!
Really hope this does the first chapter justice.
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