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RETAINING COMPOSURE


A groan escaped from Leah's lips, as hitched herself up onto the medical bed in the doctor's office of the Impact Zone. Her match had been as brutal as expected, and sure, Kia Stevens was a sweetheart, but Awesome Kong was a monster in between the now four-sided ring.

Yep, Genesis had come around fast, and the hexagonal ring that TNA had been associated with for so long was gone, and Hulk and Bischoff had replaced it with a 'squared circle'. As much Leah wanted to get angry, she couldn't summon up the energy, as she cradled her sore ankle. Kong had definitely focused her attack in on Leah's ankle, and she was feeling the force.

"Okay," The doctor leaned over and rested his hands against the swollen area of Leah's ankle. "I'm going to put pressure on certain points, and say when I hit the painful part."

Leah nodded, and winced slightly at the doctor's cold hands touching her exposed flesh. She went from wincing at the cold, to swallowing at the pain, to letting out an ear-piercing yelp as he hit the area just above her heel. "That's it, right there!" She unintentionally yanked her foot away. "That's where it hurts."

"Well, it's definitely not broken." The doctor said, optimistically. "I think you just took a bad fall."

"I've got a match this Thursday; will I be able to wrestle?"

"It should be fine. Just go easy on it if you're training this week." The doctor advised, before saying something about checking up on Bobby Lashley, and scurrying out of the office, medical case in hand. As the doctor left, however, he ended up crossing paths with Christopher Daniels.

"What're you doing here?" Chris asked, as he came into the office, and picked up his backpack which he'd previously left in there.

"I hurt my ankle in my math against Kia."

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine, I just need to go easy on it." Leah paused. "I need a favour though. Can you help me get to AJ's locker room? He said I could watch his match against Kurt in there, but it's kinda hard to walk-"

"Yeah, sure." Chris placed an arm around Leah's waist, and let her wrap hers around his neck, before he hoisted her off the medical bed. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Leah shook her head, hobbling out on her healthy ankle. "I watched your match; I'm sorry you lost."

"It's fine." Chris shrugged. "You can't win 'em all. Or any of them in my case. I think TNA management are conspiring against me." He laughed lightly, making Leah unsure as to whether he was kidding or not.

"You'll get back up there; all of these new arrivals are only temporary."

"Yeah, because I'm the only guy stupid enough to stick around considering all the shit I've taken." Chris muttered bitterly, opening the door of AJ's locker room. "Am I just an idiot for putting up with so much crap?"

Leah could feel Chris' pain. He'd been in this company for years, and was so talented, yet never given that world title that he both desired and deserved. If she was completely honest, he had just as much talent as AJ, but not the same company support. "You're not the idiot," Leah sat down in one of the chairs, taking her attention away from AJ on the TV screen. "It's TNA that are the idiots for using you badly! You're one of the best wrestlers on the roster, and it's- oh my God, is that Ric Flair?"

Both Chris and Leah watched the final moments of the match, astounded; Ric Flair breaking up the pinfall, AJ hitting Kurt with the title belt, and then retaining the belt. Leah knew AJ was supposed to retain, and that was certainly not the plan. "That wasn't meant to happen." Leah whispered, breaking the silence that had fallen between her and Chris. "That wasn't-"

"Is AJ turning heel?" Chris asked, a confused look on his face, however before either of them could say anything else, an amused looking AJ entered the locker room, proudly brandishing his belt.

"Did you see me, Leah? Did you see me?" He sounded like an excited child. "I've got Ric Flair as my mentor now, Leah, isn't that great? You saw me, right?"

Leah couldn't help but feel an odd sense of disappointment growing in her stomach. "I saw you, AJ."


"Who the..." The sound of the doorbell ringing through the living room awoke Leah and AJ from their sleep, after the pair unintentionally drifted off on the sofa whilst watching TV. The loud bell was certainly a shock to both their systems. "It's one am." AJ groaned, resting his forehead in the palm of his hand.

"I'll get it." Leah got to her feet, and with a slight limp, she made her way over to the door.

Pulling the door open, Leah was shocked to see Traci stood on the doorstep. Traci was drenched from head to toe from the thrashing rain outside; her clothes and hair were dripping and her usually immaculate make-up was smudged across her face.

"I didn't know where else to come." She snivelled, the droplets on her face from both the rain and her own tears.

"AJ, go set up the guest bedroom for Traci." Leah had a feeling this was strictly girls business. "And can you make us some coffee, too?" Normally AJ would've told Leah where she could stick her requests, but this definitely wasn't the time, and he knew that.

Leah guided Traci onto the sofa, as the knockout shook like a leaf. They both sat down, and Leah placed an arm across her friend's shoulder.

"What's going on, sweetie?" Leah asked soothingly, pulling the damp tendrils of her hair off of her face. "You just got back off your honeymoon, did something happen?"

"It's Frankie." Traci's breaths were quick and uneven, as she struggled to pull herself together. "He's having an affair."