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Disclaimer: I only own Fate, the other Oc knockouts, the 'Knockout Lookout' competition, and the plot. Everything else belongs to the founders of TNA, who I think is Jeff Jarret, and whoever the hell is in involved with founding TNA, Dixie Carter I think had something to do with it to so no offense intended to her or Jeff, it's just a fanfic, don't have a cow.


Thankfully once again training was over for another week and we were driven back out to Orlando for this weeks show tonight. This week would be a little different though since all the contestants in the competition, myself included, would have a meeting with Jeff a little while before our segment started in our locker room to discuss what our challenge would be tonight for the eight that survived eliminations. Apparently we weren't informed last week because they didn't want to risk the chance of cheating in the trivia competition, and their intentions were dead-on cause I would have definitely had some random facts about the show written down somewhere on my body; the girls maybe?

I was currently sitting down at one of the empty tables in catering room. I allowed Ryley and Frankie to talk me into sneaking out of our locker room which we were under strict orders from Jeff not to leave, and let them rope me into cominh here to get something to eat. Leslie and Amber figured out what we were up to and threathened to tell Jarret if we did agree to let them come along; we didn't, but they came anyway.

Oh course we'd conversed with a few guys in the business so all the other girls were hanging with Jamar, Jeremy and Allen Jones; a.k.a AJ Styles over by the the coffee machine, I was watching them from my table only a few feet away. I wasn't really in the mood to go and jump into the gang right now so I just decided to sit in the background and waited for someone to hopefully come over to me and strike up a conversation, apparently that wasn't going to happen any time soon since they looked quite content as they were. I suddenly felt a vibration in my pocket and I reached inside and pulled out my phone; new text.

New text Message from Jill-

Miss you like crazy! G-luck wit 2nite's show :-)

~*Omi -n- J*~

I smiled softly. The three of us had patched everything up about the stupid incident last night. It wasn't really worth all the drama, and pain of losing the great friendship each of us shared with one another. They had told me everything about what was going on back home from the sales, to the new shows, and I gave them the dish on everything happening to me in the competition. I really missed Detroit, sure it was disaster-prone, and a very dangerous place to live, but it was home. It was where I really belonged.

"I know that look, that's the annoying home-sick look," I smiled at the familar voice and looked up from my cell phone screen into Patrick's smiling face. "Been there believe me. Not such a great feeling."

"Patrick, hey!" I greeted with a welcoming smile as I gestured for him to sit down in the seat across from me at the table. I actually hadn't seem him at all since our meeting at the doorway in our locker room last week, but then again I hadn't really seen anyone but the other eight girls since we were always away in Tampa training.

He gave me a greeting smile, and nod before he walked around to the opposite side of the table and took the offered seat.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked referring to what he'd said earlier.

"Yeah, a little," he chuckled. "So who is it, parents? boyfriend?"

"Neither actually," I responded with a headshake. "It's best friends from back home. My mom and I aren't really all that close actually, and my dad.... well my dad is just a totally different, really long story. And as for the second option, that's currently a no-go right now,"

"Really? A knockout like you, no pun intended, in my opinion would be like... male cat-nip,"

I could help but burst into laughter at that statement. I couldn't tell if he was being completely serious, or trying to make me laugh but I did anyways, that was just too funny to not. Once I finally calmed down and actually looked at Patrick, I noticed that he was actually very good looking. His pale skin seemed flawless, although I wasn't sure it that was thanks to the make-up people, those big blue eyes just seemed to glisten, and his face was just so adorable, something that you definitely wouldn't mind looking at every morning when you wake up.

"Male cat nip? Well that's the first time I've heard that one. Well, I'm guessing this cat-nip has gotten a little stale since I've been single for about three months now, and my last relationship only lasted about a month. Total asshole," I told him with an eye roll thinking about my previous jackass. Jackass.

"Well, any guy that is stupid enough to let you go in my opinion, he's gotta be gay gay," Patrick responded with a soft, friendly smile, a smile that just immediately put me at ease causing me to giggle.

"Thanks, you're probably right he was way to obsessed with his hair to be straight," I responded. "So, I'm guessing that your the one who's gonna be wrestling tonight?" I asked noticing his apparel when he sat down. Not many men I knew could pull of tights, well not many straight men I knew, but he actually pulled them off rather nicely.

"Yup, big match against Rhino tonight,"

"Cool," I had absolutely no idea who the hell that was, but I wasn't about to let him know that. "So are you scheduled to win tonight, or will you be running away with your tail tucked between your legs this time?" I teased with a innocent smirk.

"Ah, still so funny I see," Patrick laughed sarcastically. "Well now I'm not telling you. Your just gonna have to wait and see like everyone else. But how are you feeling about tonight's elimination? There's a very good chance that it could be you hitting the bricks tonight, Heartfield,"

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence," I muttered with a heavy sigh. He was right.

"Ah, I'm sure you'll do fine, Fate. Just remember to keep your head up, shoulders back, and your chest out... if those don't get you more votes from the male half of the audience, then I don't know what will," he mused with a cocky smile pointing towards my cleavage area.

Tonight I'd decided to dress in a way that showed the world more of who I am. I decided on pink and white argyle spaghetti strap top under a white mini jacket, a pair of tight-fitting white jeans with a glittery pink belt over them at the waistband, and a pair of white wedges. To me it just said simple, but exciting. Totally me right?

I laughed as I reached across the table and hit him in the arm before suddenly Frankie and Ryley came running back over to our table, and Leslie and Amber were running towards the door like a stampede. Without speaking Ryley quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me up from my seat.

"Whoa! Guys where's the fire?" I asked.

"The meeting! Jarret's gonna be at our locker room in like five minutes, we've gotta go now or we're all getting canned before we even get hired!" Frankie reminded me.

Without so much as another word of protest I complied with them pulling me away and waved goodbye to Patrick as we dashed out of the catering area and back down the hall into our locker room, maneuvering our way around any obstacles in our way. By the time we got back we were completely out of breath. We took our former spots back on the sofa acting completely normal as exactly five seconds later Jeff walked into the room with a bright smile on his face.

"Hello ladies, you all look lovely tonight which is no surprise," Jeff mused as closed the door behind him.

"Thanks Jeff," we all spoke in union with a big smile, mine was fake of course.

"Now, lets talk business."


"A hotdog eating contest? He cannot be serious!" I exclaimed.

We were still confined in our locker room backstage waiting for our segment which would be beginning in only a matter of minutes. When Jeff had come in about thirty minutes ago he informed us that tonight's challenge eliminations would be a hotdog eating contest, seriously? How the hell did they expect us to stay hot, and fit if we have to go out there in front of thousands and shove loads of boild pork down our throats? And to make matters worst, the fear of eliminations had me want to vomit right now, and thinking about being forced to cram hotdogs down my throat if I survived wasn't comforting in the least. I am so screwed.

"Relax, Heartfield. You probably won't even make it past eliminations anyways," Leslie cackled as she stood in the mirror alongside her little puppet Amber, both applying more make-up before we were called to head out onto the stage. "Besides, it looks like you've had your fair share of hotdogs in your day anyways."

"God one, Leslie," Amber giggled like a good little minion.

"God, Leslie do you always have to be such a bitch?!" Frankie deamanded glaring at Leslie as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Yep," Leslie chimed. "Its fun, you should try it."

"And maybe you should try out the words, exfoliate, to cure those huge pores you got there," I spoke with a sinister smirk as I applied only a tiny bit more eye-liner. Didn't want to overdo it.

Leslie and I scoffed in union, both at each other, and I rolled my eyes before moving away from my spot in front of one of the vanity mirrors, and back over to the sofa to sit down and just relax. I wasn't about to let the Wicked-Witch-Of-The-Ring break me, I hope.

"Oh it won't be that bad. Back home in Texas, I scarfed down about twelve of those suckers in five minutes... sure I tossed my cookies on my grams shoes right after but, that's besides the point," Ryley told Frankie and I. I guess she was trying to be helpful.

But actually talking about vomiting right? Really not helping.

I sighed as I rested my head back against the top of the sofa and closed my eyes, breathing slowly in and out over and over until somehow, I eventually got light headed. Also not helping. Finally by the grace of god there was a knock on the door and Mickey poked his head in informing us that it was time for us to head to the gorilla; that's company terms for the entrance to the tunnels.

In a heartbeat I had sprang myself from the sofa and was filing out the door behind the other girls, following them down the hall in the backstage area, ignoring anyone I passed as I headed towards my destination. Jay was most likely already out there about to introduce us, of course I would be last going out again since the girls and I had formed a formation on entrances. Leslie and I fought over who came out last, I really only wanted it so that she couldn't have it. I finally decided to look over, the guys had seemed to have grown accustomed to us as some that we had met said hello, while others just gave us sideways glanced before returning to doing whatever it was they were doing before. It was sort of like walking through the hallway in high school, nerve-racking, but not as back as you made it out to be in your head before-hand.

We all arrived at the gorilla and the theme music for the competition began as one-by-one Jay called out the names of all the girls. The heart racing, and palm sweating had returned as he got closer and closer to being my turn. I could hear the roar of the crowd getting louder and louder as I got closer to the glowing pink and purple tunnel; stroke-lights for the competition.

"Hey, Fate!"

I whirled around after hearing my name being called to find Matt waving to me from a few feet away by a tiny snack table beside a guy who I hadn't gotten to know yet.

"Good luck."

I gave him a smile and a nod as I turned back forward and watched as Frankie disappeared into the tunnel, one more to go before it was my turn. I gave Ryley a cheerful smile as well as we crossed out fingers and after hearing Jay call her name she walked off into the tunnel. I turned around quickly to find Matt still staring and smiling, I gave him a 'see ya' wave in return.

"And last but most certainly not least, Fate Heartfield!"

I quickly walked through the tunnel nearly choking on some of the smoke effects as I made it through right into the roaring of the crowd before me. I realized that much unlike the WWE who I had done some research one with old videos, TNA fans really supported the knockouts, their cheers were loud and wild, besides a few wolf whistles, and cat-calls here and there it was like we were just regular wrestlers, even though the only action we'd had in the ring so far was getting a pie to the face.

I followed the girls down the ramp, waving and smiling bright at the fans, even slapping a few hands as I turned off the ramp and headed up the steel steps carefully stepping along the apron holding the top rope so I didn't slip, once I'd gotten to the middle of the apron slipped into the ring through the bottom rope like most women in the wrestling business and took my place at the end of the line beside Ryley facing the crowd on the left side.

"Alright, now as you all know for the past few weeks TNA has been running the new Knockout Lookout competition, and you fans have been voting for you favorite lovely new potential in hopes of leading her to victory. But now, tonight right now we will have or second elimination, and for the unfortunate lady who hasn't not racked up enough votes to keep her here has gotta go..."

"Leslie please," I laughed quietly and Ryley did as well lightly hitting my arm as Jay continued his opening speech before he removed his glasses and we all knew what that meant. It was time.

"Alright lets get this over with. Tonight, the lady that the fans have chosen to elminate is....."

Ryley and I clasp hands, and she tied her's with Frankie beside her as Jay began to pace behind the group, stopping ever so often to scare us, one time he was about to touch me, but thankfully he stopped just before he touched me and began moving again.

"Natalie. I'm afraid it's your time sweetheart."

I thought I would start jumping for joy as Natalie sighed and smiled sadly, giving the crowd one final wave before she made her way back towards the ropes and up the ramp, never to be seen in the competition again. It was sad to see her go, but better her than me right?

"Well.... that was sad," Jay sighed. "Oh well, moving on. Ladies, behold!"

We watched as he suddenly removed a red and white picnic blanket from the long table placed in front of us, and sure enough there was a long white foldable table there with eight plates stacked with plain hotdogs wrapped in warm buns, next to each of the plates were to cups of water, and ketchup.

"Alright so as for your challenge.... a good ol' fashioned Hotdog Eating Contest!" Our humble host exclaimed leading the crowd in a chours of cheers.

I laughed as we were instructed to move forward and take our spots in front of each of the trays. My sickness about elimination was gone now, my sickness about cramming all these hotdogs down my throat? Not so much. I sighed as Jay gave us our instructions that the first girl to scarf down all five hotdogs would be the winner, and receive immunity from next weeks elimination, immunity that I would kill to get.

"Alright everybody understand?" He checked and we all nodded as we postioned ourseleves in front of the food. "Ready.... Set.... DIG IN!"

And like bats outta hell we each dived into our plates throwing away all thoughts of being cute, and beautiful and just pigging out. I scarfed down my first one easily, but when I glanced over I realized that Ryley was already halfway through her second. I began picking up my pace but nearly choked from a half-chewed piece of wiener so I took a long gulp of my water before getting back to the task at hand. I would say that somehow Ryley and I got neck-and-neck each of us digging through our fourth dog, while some of the other girls were still struggling with their third. One girl, I think even puked a little but I didn't look up to see, I just keep my eyes on the light at the end of the tunnel.

I was gonna do it....

I was gonna actually do it!

I'm gonna win!

I'm gonna win!

"And we have our winner...... Ryley!" Jay announced raising the smiling Ryley's hand in victory as she smiled and acknowledged the cheering crowd by pointing.

"Give it up for Ryley everybody winning the challenge, and immunity from next weeks elimination!" Jay cheered letting go of Ryley's hand.

I let the half-eaten fifth hotdog fall from my mouth, disgusted at the slimy, bits that fell into my plate before I put on a smiled softly and began clapping for Ryley. Sure I was disappointed but really, did I even stand a chance against a girl from Texas who grew up scarfing down the dogs? I just really hope that her reputation didn't proceed her and that she tossed her cookies, or hotdogs all over the ring, and my outfit. Thankfully, she didn't.

Jay took us out reminding the fans at home to vote, and the cameras panned over us dancing a little to our theme music before they cut to commercials telling us that it was time to head back to the back to get ready to go.

Ryley, Frankie and I walked back up the ramp all hand-in-hand laughing about what just happened. Sure I lost, but it would be a really funny story to tell my grandchildren about someday for sure.

Once we walked back through the tunnel to the back along with the other girls the three us us were still laughing before we all suddenly stopped and turned around as I suddenly felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned and looked up into Matt's smiling face.

"Hey, see I told you you'd do fine," he said directed towards me.

"Um, I don't remember you saying that. You only said good luck," I responded with a smile as I brushed a strand of brown hair out of my face and behind my ear.

"Yeah, but it's all the same thing. Good luck in my terms means you'll do fine,"

"Well, maybe I should brush up on my skills of the language of, Matt Morgan," I joked completely forgetting that Ryley and Frankie were even still there.

"Well I could give you a few pointers, if you come with me to get some food in the catering room," Matt offered pointing back towards the door to catering down the hall.

I opened my mouth to give my answer to his offer before suddenly some unknown personal for the show walked into our group and grabbed Morgan's attention away from me for a few seconds before the much tinier man began pulling Matt away past us down the hall.

"Well, how about a rain check?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure!" I yelled after him until he was out of sight.

I turned back around to Ryley and Frankie who both giving me mischievous smiles. I gave them confused looks wondering what was with all the heavy smiling before I suddenly jumped from start as they began squealing softly and jumping up and down like the twin energizer bunnies.

"Oh my god, Fate!" Frankie squealed.

"What?!" I asked wiggling my finger in my ears to make sure that I wasn't permanently deaf because of their consistent shrieking.

"Don't play dumb suga, you totally like him!" Ryley exclaimed.

"What? Are you two high? I do not like Matt Morgan," I protested shaking my head as I turned away from them, my confident smile quickly fading as I began moving away down the hall.

"Me thinks the lady doth protest too much," Frankie joked and both she and Ryley began giggling like two high school girls.

I turned around and began to deny their accusation once more before suddenly Mickey suddenly walked up. "Girls what are you doing just standing around here? You've got like eight minutes to get your things and get to the vans outside, the other girls are all already headed out there, like now."

The three of us shot each other glances before we realized that none of the other girls were anywhere to be found. We thanked Mickey as we quickly took off running down the hall pushing any unfortunate soul aside that dared to stand in the way of our stampede as we lunged into the locker room, grabbed our bags and headed back out front before the vans hauled off to Tampa without us, and believe me, they'd do it without so much as a second glance at us in their rear-view mirrors. Well, of course Leslie would look back just to laugh at us choking on the tailpipe smog.

As I grabbed my duffel bag and slung it over my shoulder I glanced at Frankie and Ryley who were both still smiling at me, "I do not like him!" I shouted as we dashed for the door again running towards the back exit where the vans were scheduled to pick us up.

"Nobody said anything, Fate." Frankie replied as she pushed open the door and we saw the vans quickly making a B-line for the last one.

I opened the door and climbed in first crouching to the side so that Ryley and Frankie could climb in as well before I began to pull the sliding door back to a close.

"But you so do," Ryley snickered as she climbed in.

I rolled my eyes as I slide the door closed. There was no way I liked him. Sure he was cute, funny, a little charming maybe, and confident but not seeming totally stuck on himself. But really, what girl wants a guy like that? Nice guys are so last year. Yup, totally not liking him... I wonder exactly when we'll get that rain check?