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Disclaimer: I only own Fate and the plot.

Do you want to know what the most fun thing you have to do when your under strict orders by your father, and possible future employer to stay inside your hotel room all day? Watching stupid reruns of Beverly Hills 90210. And not the new 90210 on the WB, the old show starring that bitch Shannen Doherty, and I was actually beginning to look forward to watching it every night. Okay, I have now officially hit rock bottom.

It had been a whole month since I came here and signed my contract agreeing to be a participant in the first ever TNA 'Knockout Lookout'. I had been ordered to refrain from going outside into the public eye with my father unless it was absolutely necessary, and to not have any form of communication with any talent under contract with TNA, it was because of some stupid clause in the contract I sighed for me to become a participant in the Knockout Lookout.

I had been allowed to attend the shows though, but the entire time I had been ordered to wait in Kevin's dressing room to watch the show on his television. The only reason I really watched was that I hopefully was going to be working for the company soon so I should probably learn exactly who the other talent were since I still couldn't actually meet any of them yet. Every time I tried to watch the show though of course it was my nature to pick out things that I found wrong, so I had decided to switch up from watching, to picking up any book based on TNA, or it's superstars to brush up on my knowledge of the company.

Of course I had been allowed to see a few of the superstars on the roster, mostly friends of my father such as Kurt Angle and who were pretty much his best friends in the industry. The four of us usually had breakfast together down in the lobby whenever it was convenient, and quiet out. Kurt who had taken up the role as my literal 'Godfather' issued by Kevin was still not letting up on me about my little nightclub scandal last month. For him to portray such a spontaneous character on TNA he could be a real prude at times.

Now finally, after a long month of sitting around with nothing to do it was finally time for the ten participants who were selected to compete in the Knockout Lookout to arrive here in Orlando, first to meet up with Jarret so that he could explain the rulings, and procedures of the competition, and then he'd tell us what we would be doing next at a later date. I had been so sick of being stuck up in this hotel room for an entire month that I was actually really excited, and anxious about the competition finally beginning, and I was never a big fan of any form of profession wrestling... or any other sport for that matter.

Kevin was out at the moment, he left me a message on my cell saying that he had some business related to the industry that he had to attend to this morning, and he wished me luck for my first day. It was luck I was sure I was going to need since I didn't know the first thing about how competitions such as this worked, the only competition I've ever actually participated in was my third grade spelling bee, and I came in fourth; stupid onomatopoeia.

It was the beginning of August, and a starting to get little chilly outside so I decided to dress comfortably in a pink and white argyle sweater, a pair of black slim jeans, and a pair of white wedges boots with fur around the top. I walked into to the bathroom to stand in front of the mirror as I curled the ends of my breast length frosted brown hair, and applied a little standard make-up to my face such as eye-liner, a little black mascara, and my favorite strawberry lip gloss, nothing really flashy, I didn't want the other girls to think I was a whore by wearing more make-up than necessary.

I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed my pink blackberry off the nightstand beside my bed and slipped it into the bottom of my tiny black Prada purse before I checked to make sure I had the keys to the rental that Kevin had picked up for me, as well as my room key before I took a deep breath and headed for the door.

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Here I was, standing in front of Soundstage 21 or better known as the TNA Impact! Zone located in sun state, Orlando, Florida. This was where all the magic happened, or just all the tappings for TNA. The company didn't move around much, only really for Pay-per-views or publicity things like that, thank god.

My extremely nervous slender figure was surrounded by ten other exciting, and chattering women, all mostly around my age or a little older. Thankfully none of them were really paying me much attention since I had found a comfortable spot in the back of the group and I had gone unnoticed as of yet, which I really wasn't all that surprised since I seemed to be the most uninteresting one in the group, it was like all these other girls had really interesting features on them, some had flashy clothing, weird and unique hair styles and coloring, and from what I had overhead from a group of three girls to my right, really interesting stories about how hard they worked to get here, I was only here because of my connections to Kevin which under my very own special strict orders from Jarret I was not to let anyone know that Kevin Nash was my biological father, it would raise to many questions that the company was biased in my favor if I did in fact win this thing. I was under the given alias of Fate Marie Heartfield of Detroit Michigan.

"Hiya! Are you one of the competitors too?"

Oh crap, someone's talking to me. I slowly turned around to face a woman who looked to be around my age and she really was a sight. Her long honey blonde hair was streaked with bright pink highlights, she had attention-grabbing emerald green eyes, and her skin was a flawless almost peach-like color. She was a little taller than me, even in heels, and actually really pretty. Her tiny pale pink lips were curved into a bright, friendly smile which put me at ease.

"Uh-huh. I'm Fate Heartfield," I introduced as I held out my hand and she gave it a gentle shake before she suddenly caught me off guard and enveloped me into a tight friendly embrace.

"Well my my name's Ryley Jenkins, it looks like we'll be competing against each other... ah, I think I can take you if I have to," she laughed. "Nah I'm just kidding, well sorta. I just can't believe that I'm actually even here, I never expected them to actually choose me, growing up in Texas I...."

Her words sort of became drowned out as my attention focused on her down-home southern accent, I actually found it quite entertaining, and adorable. I had a boyfriend from Tennessee once, he was such a sweetie, and every time I heard that sweet southern Tennessee accent it always made me smile, just like now except I don't want to just grab this girl and make-out with her.. and hopefully I wouldn't have to in this competition.

"Um, hello. Suga are you listening you me?" Ryley asked snapping me from my thoughts as she snapped her pink manicured fingers in my face.

"Oh, sorry I guess I get distracted easily, but it is really nice to meet you. Everyone else here hasn't really paid me really any attention.. which I guess is a good things since they'd probably be at my throat trying to get me to dropout of the contest or something," I joked with a tiny giggle.

Ryley smacked her lips and waved it off as she used her other arm to wrap it around me. "Well, I'll watch your back it you watch mine, deal?"

I smiled and nodded as I stared into her bright emerald eyes. "Deal."

Suddenly everyone stopped talking and the lot grew completely silent as Ryley and I turned our attention to what everyone else was looking at which was the to the door leading into the arena that slowly began opened revealing the founder, and current runner of TNA, Jeff Jarret. He was dressed in his also nature southern apparel with slightly faded denim jeans, a red and black plaid cotton shirt, brown cowboy boots, and a large brown leather belt with a big gold belt buckle. He clapped his hands together and smiled as the ladies burst into a fit of applause, myself included even though Jeff and I haven't exactly seen eye-to-eye in past relations.

"Hello ladies and welcome to the first ever Knockout Lookout competition!" Again a burst of cheers and applause. "Now if you lovely ladies would all be so kind as to follow me inside I will explain to you the rules and regulations which were pretty much explained in the contracts you each signed before arriving here, then we'll get this party started so lets go!" He cheered as he waved to us to follow him back inside and not one girl beside myself and Ryley hesitated to run in quickly after him.

"Wow... um well I guess that's our cue hun," Ryley laughed as she took my hand and we ran inside after the other girls, myself shutting the door behind us.

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Okay so here's the rundown of how this competition will actually work according to Jeff's welcoming speech when he gave us each our contracts, mine which I had to sign again to avoid suspicion. My seven competitors and I, most of who I still haven't really gotten to know in these past few hours, will be appearing each week on the airings of TNA starting on next weeks show, until then there have just been a few promos running about the contest, and the selected contestants showing how each of us made it into the competition and stuff like that, of course mine was staged since I was just really given the opportunity and didn't earn it.

Our first night on the show in two weeks there wouldn't really be much going on beside us being introduced to the fans by the host of the Knockout Lookout who Jeff still hadn't revealed to us yet. After that each week there will be an elimination just before a challenge and one girl will be going home each week until there is only two left, the challenges will sometimes be judged by the guest judges, the host, and even the fans to decide the winner. In that finale of the competition the winning girl will be awarded a check for ten-thousand dollars, as well as another contract which will issue us official TNA Knockouts. Seems pretty simple right? Wrong.

As I said earlier I still hadn't really gotten to know anyone else in the competition besides Rylie S. Jenkins. She was a real sweetheart once I actually began to fully listen in on her ramblings, she told me about her life back home in Austin, Texas, and I told her about my real life, exempt Kevin who in my story I never knew, back in Detroit, of course I didn't lie about how much of a bitch my mother was since I wanted to come as close to telling the complete truth as I could.

The ten of us were each currently shoved up inside a tiny locker assigned for us as we waited for Jeff to come back and finish instructing us about what we were actually going to be doing until next weeks show, and what the plan was after that.

Ryley and I were in our own little group talking about small stuff still about our lives back home, she found it really hard to believe that I didn't have any history of wrestling in my family, of course I lied again, since pretty much every other girl here had members of their families that had competed in amateur wrestling, or they'd grown up watching wrestling as infants.

"So, you do you even like wrestling at all?" One girl who I still didn't know suddenly asked turning all attention in the room onto me. I guess she had been listening in on my conversation with Ryley, nosy bitch.

"Well... yeah, of course I do or else I wouldn't even be here," I responded softly not really being used to being put in the hot seat like this.

"Oh really, well then who's your favorite wrestler?" The same bitchy brunette from before asked glaring at me a bit as she seemed to sense my false reasons for actually being here.

"Come on Leslie, give her a break," Ryley defended for me, until the girl apparently named Leslie shot her a glare and she stopped talking but didn't seem phased at all.

"What? I'm just trying to get to know my competition a little better, is that a problem?" Leslie retorted giving me a suspicious eye as if she was trying to accuse me of something.

"Yeah, is there something your hiding Heartfield?" The girl who was sitting beside Leslie who I also didn't know accused as well which was really beginning to annoy me.

"Well A: I don't have any need to hid anything since I don't know either of you, and if you must know Kevin Nash is my favorite wrestler currently employed with TNA. And B: I would appreciate it if you both minded your own business and put more effort into trying to win over the crowd, instead of interrogating me," I responded with a sarcastic smirk.

Leslie scoffed in my direction and rolled her eyes along with the girl she was teaming up against me with and as she opened her mouth to responded the door suddenly opened and in walked Jeff to give us the final rundown of the competition before he sent us back to our hotels we'd checked into.

I never thought I'd say this, but I'd never been happier to see Jeff Jarret in my past month of knowing him.