Chapter 4: Wrestling Bug

A/N: So, here's my next chapter. You won't be meeting any next generation Superstars in this chapter, but you will in chapter five. I want to thank Flufferz for reading and reviewing the story thus far. Thank you so much. It means a lot to me that you're taking a chance on it. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be a wrestler. While girls my age always said they wanted to be a nurse or a doctor or a lawyer, my answer was always, "I want to be a pro wrestler like my daddy." Most of my classmates stared at me strangely when I said that, but I didn't care. It was just who I wanted to be. I remember being so excited when Dad explained what he and Mom used to always do, and I vowed that I would do the same.

Career Day was also interesting for me because I had my dad come in and explain his job. Most of the kids were impressed, while others just looked confused. After Dad left, some of the kids came up to me and started talking to me about wrestling, but there were others who still teased me about it. It didn't bother me though because I ended up defending him. I even got into a fight with a girl who said that one day she wanted to marry my dad. I got in huge trouble for that, but it was worth it.

Heck, I even used my dad's fame to try and wiggle out of a bad grade on a test. When the teacher asked if any of us had questions, I raised my hand to speak.

"Yes, Rose?" the teacher asked.

"Yes, I just don't understand how I could get a bad grade on this test," I stated.

"Well, you got quite a few questions wrong," the teacher answered. "If you had studied properly, you might have gotten a good grade."

I just looked at her and said, "Do you KNOW who my father is?" When she didn't answer, I replied, "He's Matt Hardy, a WWE Superstar, and if you don't give me a good grade, I'll have him come in here and beat you up."

Needless to say, that didn't go over well with the teacher. She sent me to the principal's office, and I ended up getting a big lecture at home about using my father's career as a way to get good grades.

"You know better than that, Rose," Dad lectured. "You're supposed to earn your grades through hard work, not because Mom and I are famous. I don't ever want to hear that you've used my status as a WWE wrestler to persuade teachers to give you good grades."

"I won't," I promised. And so, that was the end of that little adventure.

Although Ruby shared the same love of wrestling that I did and also wanted to become like her dad, she never persuaded teachers to give her good grades. She was shocked when I did and lectured to me just as Dad had, saying that it was dishonest to do so. I pretty much told her to skip the lecture and that I'd learned my lesson. Word about our fathers' careers spread around the school, and soon we had high school kids coming up to us and talking to us about wrestling. It was really cool for both of us, and we managed to have some good conversations.

But there were also a lot of rumors spread around about us such as that we had TLC matches with our dads every night. Ruby endured quite a few rumors that she did drugs with her dad and had to ask her dad all about that at such a young age. It was hard for her, but she got through it. People often teased me that my dad gained too much weight during the later part of his career and often said that I was just as fat. I just told them off and got into a few more fights because of it, which didn't make my dad happy. He said there was no place for fighting in school and that I should have just walked away. However, that wasn't in my nature to just walk away from a fight. I was the type to stand up to any challenge and meet it head on.

Ruby was often sad for me. "Rose, when are you going to learn that fighting's not the answer?" she asked me.

"When people keep their mouths shut and leave us alone," I replied.

High school was pretty much the same way, though I managed to try not to get into as many fights. I made a lot more friends, most of them upperclassmen who remembered my dad's career and wanted to be friends with me just because I was his daughter. While I was flattered with the attention, I didn't think that these guys liked me for who I was. That was proven when one guy even asked me out on a date. He was a year older than me and seemed really nice. He said that he'd had a crush on me for a while and wanted to take me out. Of course, I talked to Dad and Mom about him and had them meet him first before we went on our date. He seemed really shy about meeting them, but he conducted himself like a gentleman.

He took me out to a restaurant and to a movie. The movie was pretty good, and I could tell he liked it too. At the end of the night, I was ready for him to give me a kiss on the lips, but he kissed me on the cheek instead. I guess he was just too shy or something like that. Then he asked if Dad could get him tickets to a show, and Dad said he could. The guy was excited and thanked Dad for the tickets.

But after he went to the show, the guy never asked me out again. He even spread lies about our family saying that Dad wasn't as awesome as he was on TV and that Mom was a slut. He said that the only reason he went out with me was to get tickets to a show and that he was sure I'd hook him up if he kept pretending to like me. Once I heard about that, I went up to him and slapped him in the face. I told him off and ordered him to never talk to me again. Needless to say, he didn't, and I decided that if a guy didn't like me for who I was as a person rather than who I was related to, he wasn't right for me.

After I graduated high school, I decided that college wasn't for me and that I wanted to be a wrestler. Mom had her heart set on me going to college, but I just didn't think it was the right fit. So, Dad said that if I wanted to be a wrestler, I had to train. I also had to get a job so I could pay money for the car Mom and Dad bought me. That's when I got the job in the record store that my friend worked at. I wasn't happy there at all, but I knew it was the best thing for me at the time. Ruby wanted to go to college, but she also wanted to be a wrestler like me. She decided after she graduated that she would train with me but still prepare for college just in case wrestling didn't work out. That was just the type of girl she was.

Even though Ruby is two years older than me, we both share a really close bond as cousins. Some people joke that we're more like sisters than cousins because of how we're always together at one time or another. I have to admit that they're right, and I think Ruby can sense it, too.

Now, the dream has become a reality. We've been signed to a contract, and I still can't believe it's real. We're finally going to live our dream and become WWE Superstars. I've never been one to get my hopes up for anything, but this time, I've made an exception to the rule. I can't wait to show everyone in the locker room who we are and what we can do in the ring. We're determined to be different than all the other Divas out there and to make an impression on the fans. I believe we can do it, and I think it'll be a matter of time before people are talking about our matches and cheering us on.

A/N: I know it's a short chapter, but that was all I could think of to write. So, will Ruby and Rose make an impression on the locker room? How will the Superstars welcome them into the WWE? Will the two make friends or enemies? Find out in the next chapter of Extreme Bonds. I also wanted to point out that I've made Rose two years younger than Ruby because it seems to fit. In the RP, I've made Rose two years older than Ruby, but that's because I really wasn't thinking about age at the time that I made the characters. Feel free to leave a review and have a shelltastic day.