The next few chapters are gonna seem rushed. I didn't want to put a lot of time in my OC's training I'm gonna rush them through Wrestling school and into the Indie Circuit
Chapter 1: Wrestling School
Frank Anderson stepped off the greyhound bus, he looked around the Jeffersonville, Indiana landscape before walking down the street. He walked up the OVW wrestling school and entered the door, inside were many up and coming wrestling students. Most of them looked at the scrawny Anderson and started laughing, one African American man who stood 6'3" and was built like a god approached the smaller Anderson. "You lost kid?" He asked Anderson. "No King Kong, I'm in the right place." Anderson replied not backing down from the black man. "I oughta use you as a punching bag you little—" The black man said before the instructor got between them. "Hey, you'll have your chance in the ring. Now go back to your training." The instructor told him. "You're lucky pissant." The black man said before turning around and walking away. "Ignore Ray, he's a roid freak and a bully." The instructor told Frank. "I'm here to learn how to wrestle." Frank told the instructor. "Well, you're a little guy so it'll be tough getting you prepped. Got cash?" The instructor asked. Frank handed the instructor an envelope full of money, the instructor put it in his pocket. "Follow me, I'll show you around. I'm Coach Bailey by the way." Bailey told Frank. "Frank Anderson." Frank replied. Frank and Coach Bailey approached a cute blonde haired girl wearing a sports bra and Women's trunks. "Okay, Anderson. This is my daughter Morgan, she's an up and comer. She'll show you where everything is, I gotta go to my office." Coach Bailey said before turning around. "Come on, I'll show you around." Morgan told Frank before taking his hand.
Morgan walked him through the building, showing him where everything was. They walked by the gymnasium where a ring was set up. "This is where we do our thing, we learn in there, we perform in there. If you do good, they promote you in the Indie Circuit." Morgan told him. "Have you competed before?" He asked her. "I have, and really outperformed the other women. But they had no interest." Morgan replied. "I see." Frank said before they continued on. Morgan and Frank kept walking, they continued until they reached a cafeteria. The students were all sitting there eating lunch that they had bought from the food court, Morgan and Frank sat at a table. "This is where we get our fuel, dad wanted to put in a cafeteria so the wrestlers could eat and replenish their energy." Morgan told Frank. A blonde haired young man with toned muscles sat across from the two, he sat his tray down and started eating. "Hey Morg. Who's the squirt?" The young man asked. "Frank Morgan, meet Malcolm Richards. He's top competitor in OVW school." Morgan replied. "So, you looking to be a wrestler?" Malcolm asked Frank. "Yes sir, been a fan since the Attitude Era. Figured I'd try my luck." Frank replied. "Listen squirt, it takes a good combo of skill to be a professional. A lot of kids come off the street wanting a shot but never make it. Especially if they're small like you, I mean no offense. But cruiserweights aren't headliners." Malcolm explained to Frank.
Frank, Morgan, and Malcolm sat and ate their lunch. When they were done they walked into the gymnasium where a few guest trainers were set to arrive and handle the classes. Frank, Malcolm, and Morgan sat beside each other. Coach Bailey walked into the gymnasium, walking behind him were Triple H, Brock Lesnar, Batista, Rey Mysterio, and Divas Mickie James and Michelle McCool. Frank was starstruck for a minute, he couldn't believe that the best superstars in WWE were in front of him. "Okay blockheads, shut up and listen to everything they have to say. And when you go into that ring, do what they tell you." Coach Bailey told the students. "Hunter, you have the floor." He said looking at Triple H. Triple H walked in front of the seated students, he wore a black t shirt, jeans, and boots. "You all think you have what it takes to be professionals? You think you're tough enough? Well me and my friends here are gonna see just what you got in the tank." Triple H told the class. "All heavyweights, come with me. All Light heavyweights and below go with Rey, women, go with the Divas. Brock is gonna observe every class and give his notes." Triple H said before walking to one side of the gym. The heavyweights followed Hunter and formed a small crowd, Frank and the other smaller guys formed a crowd behind Mysterio, Morgan and the three other women wrestling students went with the Divas.
Batista and Triple H started working with the heavyweights, meanwhile Rey looked over the underweights as he paced. Rey stopped at Frank, who was 6 ft tall but only 140 pounds. "You kid, what's your name?" Rey asked Frank. "Frank Anderson." Frank replied. "You look like you have potential. Step into that ring, you rookie number 2. Get in there with him." Rey told Frank and another cruiserweight. Frank stepped into the ring, the other guy stepped in with him. Rey climbed the steps and looked into the ring. "I know neither one of you know anything. I want you to show me what you DO know." Rey told them. The second cruiserweight charged at Frank, but Frank being champion of the high school wrestling team in his weight class sidestepped the other guy. Frank grabbed the second wrestler and delivered a German suplex, he pinned the second wrestler who broke free. Frank let him up and started trading blows, Frank was an amateur boxer and had no problem delivering jabs and hooks onto the other guy. Brock Lesnar was intrigued at the smaller man's ability, Frank grabbed the second student and Irish whipped him into the turnbuckle. He then threw the second student on his back and jumped onto the top rope, he did a 450 splash and landed on the second student. Frank then pinned the second student who didn't kick out.
Rey and Brock looked at the young man, they looked at each other then back at Frank. "Damn kid, where'd you learn so much?" Rey asked Frank. "The fighting I learned from my studies of the art of boxing. The wrestling I learned from high school, and the splash I learned from watching WWE." Frank replied. Morgan saw the match from afar, she liked the potential that Frank shown. "Kid, me and Rey want to work with you. I know a little about fighting, and Rey is an excellent high flyer." Brock told Frank. "Hell yeah!" Frank replied. "Look at that punk, he beats some no named pipsqueak and suddenly gets attention from the pros." Ray said in a jealous tone. "I think you're jealous Ray." Malcolm replied. "Jealous? Of Him? Don't make me laugh Richards. He couldn't beat me on his best day." Ray said in a cocky tone. "That kid might be the next WWE Superstar, not a lot of people come in this ring with even a little know how." Triple H said confronting Ray. "Whatever, there's not a superstar here or in the pros that can handle what I got." Ray said with arrogance in his voice. "I'll take you up on that Ray." Malcolm replied getting in Ray's face. "Enough, you two get in that ring and show me what you're made of." Triple H commanded Malcolm and Ray.
Malcolm and Ray stepped into the ring, they locked up both trying to get the upper hand. Malcolm got the upper hand and gave Ray a suplex, he stood up and let Ray stand up. Malcolm clotheslined Ray knocking him to the mat, he then picked Ray up and put his head between his legs. He picked Ray up and powerbombed him to the floor, he then got on top of Ray and pinned him for a three count. Triple H and Batista were impressed with the young man's strength. Malcolm helped Ray to his feet, he patted Ray on the back as they exited the ring. "That kid is a powerhouse." Batista told Triple H. "I know it, I got my pick for a trainee." Triple H replied. Meanwhile Morgan was in the ring using her high flying athleticism and quickness to put her opponent to the mat. Morgan locked her opponent in the Boston Crab and her opponent tapped out. Mickie and Michelle decided in that moment that Morgan was their next prodigee. Triple H and the other WWE Superstars had the rest of the students leave the gym to go practice in the second gymnasium, leaving Frank, Malcolm, and Morgan to be personally trained by the WWE Superstars.
