A/n: Thanks like SOOOO much to everyone who has read, and subscribed, and HUGEthanks to BourneBetter64 and CremeLover for reviewing the last chapter, I'm glad you are all are enjoying this and subscribing :) thanks for being interested guys/gals you are all AWESOME! Sorry it took so long this time, but I had to come up with some new ideas, plus there was a distinct lack of reviews... I'm just sayin.

Disclaimer: I only own Fate, the other Oc knockouts-hopefuls, 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.

"Oh my what a match! Boy did Kevin Nash pull out a big one here tonight against the Phenomenal AJ Styles!"TNA ring announcer, Don West dictated as he stared forward at the panning camera screen before them.

I couldn't refrain myself from jumping up and down with excitement after watching dad (yes I'm calling him dad now instead of Kevin, he's earned it) pull out victorious in his match. Of course I knew that everything was scheduled beforehand, but still it was a good feeling to watch you dad kick butt, even if it was someone as nice as Allen Jones. Such a sweetie, and talented.

"That he did Don, I'm sensing only more bigger things in the future for Kevin Nash, along with the Main Even Mafia." Fellow ring announcer Mike Tenay praised as he gave my father a approving smirk and nod.

Once the image switched to backstage reporter, Lauren beginning her scheduled interview with Eric Young I had just about calmed down. Most of the girls didn't pay me much attention since I had mentioned that Kevin Nash was the favorite wrestler, and inspiration of Fate Heartfield. It wasn't a part of my given back-story, but it saved me from giving thousands of long explanations as to why I was so Kevin-crazy.

"Wow, you really do like him don't you?" Frankie giggled and I just nudged her shoulder playfully before I brushed a loose strand of hair from my face.

Once again we were back for another tapping of Impact!, and I don't know why or even when but I was actually really feel more at home here in this stuffy locker room. Sure Leslie's ego was taking up most of the air, but I could live with it for now- at least until she gets here ass voted out of the competition which never seems to be coming soon enough. Speaking of; God, what's wrong with these people voting out there?

Jeff had already come in and given us our challenge for this week. Tonight would be the first ever TNA Bull-ride Balooza. Oh, you heard me right; bull-riding. The remaining contestants- myself included- would be saddling up on a mechanical pull placed in the middle of the ring. The girl that holds on the longest without falling onto the matt wins, I just hope that girl is me. The only thing really standing in my way: the five-foot-six, blonde Texan bull-riding beauty beside me. Ryley grew up bull-riding, I only had so much experience as to what I picked up at the mechanical bulls I rode in bars. I was good, but I didn't think I was that good.

"Bull-ridin', yee-haw!" Ryley cheered slapping her knees before tilting her white cowboy hat up revealing her forehead. "I may not be as good at it as I am at scarfing down hot-dogs, but I do say that I've tamed many a mean bulls in my day," she giggled.

"Damn! You've already got immunity from tonight's elimination, save some for us girl!" Frankie joked reaching behind me and playfully nudging Ryley.

"Well," I interrupted putting on my confident face. "I hate to burst your bubble sweetie, but I also have handled a few ruff bulls in my time," I told them brushing an invisible spec of dust of my shoulder before I began checking my nails.

"You too?" Frankie cried. "Am I the only one here who never's ridden a bull?"

"There's Leslie," Ryley replied and the three of us turned around and giggled softly at the expense of the pissed brunette angrily applying make-up at one of the vanity mirrors behind us.

She hated the idea of bull-riding, even if it was mechanical. And to make matters worse, she picked the worse night possible to wear a mini skirt with thong underneath (thankfully I went with jean short shorts tonight). Her misery; my entertainment.

"Hey guys I'm gonna go out into the hall and get a soda. You guys want anything while I'm gone?" I asked getting up from my seat and pulling down my shorts that had slide up a little when I sat down.

"Oh, Cherry Coke!"

"Get me a water please."

"Um.... ya gonna give me your money?" I asked waiting..... they laughed.

I sighed and shook my head before walking out of the room and towards the vending machine down the hall. Now, I didn't even really think twice about walking out of the room against our contract orders. Most of the guys on the roster were already good friends of mine, besides what the hell was Jeff gonna do anyways? Disqualify me? I doubt he'd really have the balls to tell Kevin that he eliminated me because I was thirsty and they didn't bother to even have a cooler of bottled waters in the room.

I arrived at the large vending machine just besides a storage closet, and reached into my pockets digging out change before of popped in seventy-five cents and hit the button for the Cherry Coke (it was my favorite as well as Frankie's), but nothing happened.

I hit it again.

Still, nothing.

"Damn machine," I groaned rolling my eyes and shaking my head.

I suddenly jumped as I heard the thud of a fist colliding with the machine and suddenly there was a rumble before the machine freed my drink from its confines and the hand reached down and grabbed it before extending it to me.

"It's a little tricky. Needs a little extra... force," Matt said to me with a smirk.

I smiled and accepted the drink from his hand. "Thanks. I'll remember that for the future,"

I waved to him with my free hand before turning around and walking back towards the locker room. I did want to talk to him, but I'll admit I was a little nervous about Jarret popping up from anywhere and busting me for verbally interacting with the superstars. Maybe he would have the balls to explain my absence to Kevin after all.

"Oh, icy. Are we really back to stage one?" He asked quickly walking up in equal step beside me as I turned a corner in the hall.

"No, I just don't wanna risk, Jarret seeing me and kicking me out of the competition. You wouldn't really want that on your hands now would you?" I replied not looking at me.

"Oh, so now you actually care about getting kicked out?" He asked curiously. "So it's really not about the air-time with you is it?"

"I could care less about air-time Matt. I just wanna win. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Well, I wish you luck with that. You definitely got my vote."

"Great. Now all I need is a thousand more and then maybe we can go out and celebrate!" I joked shaking my hips. When I glanced up and saw how Matt was looking at me, with such interest as well as amusement, I quickly stopped.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer." Her responded smiling.

"Don't you already owe me a rain check anyways?" I responded turning around to face him but still stepping back a few steps.

"I think so, I'll have to make up for that. So, I'm guessing this is where you get off?" He asked once I felt my back press against the door to the contestants locker room.

"Guess so. See you around," I said curtly with a nod.

"Count on it, later," he replied with a wave before walking off down the hall in the opposite direction.

'Don't look at his butt, don't look at his butt'.

Oh crap, I looked at his butt. Very nice in those shimmery red wrestling shorts actually. I smirked before opening the door to the locker room and walking inside taking my place back in my rusty white folding chair beside the snacks table.

"Hey, where's our drinks?" Ryley asked as soon as I stepped inside noticing my lack of two other cans. That's when I noticed it as well.

"Oh... um, the machine was broken," I replied half-honestly.

"Really? Then how'd you get that one?" Frankie called my bluff gesturing to the can of soda in my left hand.

".... Soda fairy," I answered with a limp shrug.

Both girls smacked their lips and scoffed before suddenly Frankie grabbed my drink out of my hand. The three of us quickly got into a reaching contest for the can, a contest which Ryley-of course- won out, and both myself and Frankie watched dry-lipped as she chugged down my entire soda before burping lightly and tossing the can into the trash can.

"Soda fairy my Texas butt," she muttered folding her arms across her chest as she settled back into the sofa once more.

So I'd have to say that tonight was definitely my favorite of all nights in the competition so far. I can honestly say that tonight I took the three steps to pure, and utter happiness. Step number one was that I didn't go home tonight thank god! Step number two was that Amber did! It wasn't Leslie, but I'll take it. And step number there: I actually won tonight's challenge! I outlasted Jesse (another competitor), who had stayed on the bull for the longest amount of time, for five seconds and I took home the immunity from next weeks elimination tonight.

And to make things even better, Leslie didn't have anymore little minions to back her up, so she didn't say a single word to me on the way back to the hotels. We were being scheduled to leave tomorrow night for training, but tonight I wanted to go out and celebrate winning so as soon as we got back to the hotel the girls and I got dressed up for a night of club-hopping. Hopefully somewhere with a mechanical bull, I was on a roll tonight!

I pulled at the straps of my velvet colored dress along with the hemline of my dress to get it down to an appropriate- but still exciting- level on my legs as I walked out of the bathroom and back into my room fumbling around for my purse. I heard the door open and turned over to find Kevin walking into the room with a half-eaten doughnut, and sports magazine in his hand.

"Hi daddy. Have you seen my purse?" I asked still searched around under my bed before I quickly lifted my head up as realization hit. "Daddy? What are you doing here?! Ryley and Frankie are gonna be here any minute to pick me up!"

"Well sweetie," he began and he sat down on the bed. "This is still technically my room. And plus your all supposed to be in Tampa training anyways. I swear I should of just agreed to train you myself,"

"Besides the point dad! You've gotta hide before they--" Knock, Knock! "Get. Here."

I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the bed before tossing him into the bathroom ignoring his groans, and protest before I shut the door and ran back across the room (in high heels!) finally finding my purse behind one of the end tables, and opened the door where Ryley and Frankie were both standing in the doorway dressed in sexy color varied spaghetti strap party dressed.

"Hey ready to go have get wild?!" Frankie cheered waving her hands in the air and shaking her hips.

If she only knew.

"Yeah, lets go!" I spoke rushed shooing them away from the door.

"Whoa! First I need to check my hair, I think one of my pins fell out," Ryley interjected walking past me inside the room.

I quickly ran in past her and used my body to block the bathroom door. She quickly stopped and stared at me in confusion.

"Um... sorry, broke my mirror, really messy in there. And besides that seven years of bad luck is still... wafting around in there so..... LETS GO!"

I grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards the door and gently pushed her out before I let out an exhausted sigh and closed the door behind me. Trying to keep a double life a secret was really a lot of of work. Kudos to Hannah Montana... okay bad example but you know what I mean.

So the clubs, not bad. It was well after 1 a.m. and Ryley, Frankie and I were literally walking around town with our shoes in our hands. We'd been dancing all night and I thought it I stayed in those pumps any longer my feet would fall off along with my heels- and these were expensive shoes.

Thankfully we'd found an all-night coffee shop and decided to get something to keep us going. Since I forgot to get their drinks earlier I agreed to go inside and get the three of us lattes while they stood outside and recuperated in the fresh air.

I walked inside giggling at a joke Ryley had told seconds earlier, and I hadn't been paying attention to where I was going which was the reason why I suddenly found myself staggering back as I ran into a wall- or something that felt like one. I quickly looked up to apologize, but stopped and smiled when I recognized the familiar face.

"Shelley? Hey!" I exclaimed pulling my taller dark-haired friend into a hug.

"What's up, Fate funny running into you here.... literally," he laughed.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Hey Sabin," I greeted to Chris as well who was standing in the background speaking to someone over the phone line. He glanced over in my direction and grinned widely before returning to his conversation.

"Who's he talking to?" I whispered to Alex noticing Chris's frustrated expression once he turned away from me.

"Girlfriend, or soon to be ex girlfriend if things keep going the way their going," Alex laughed sarcastically this time as he shook his head. "Her name's, Casey. She's a real....."

"Bitch?" I asked letting it slip out but not showing any emotion.

"Um... yeah. She doesn't like him being away from home so much, but then again it is understandable at times,"

I nodded in agreement to what he was saying. If my boyfriend was gone away for work for so long and I wasn't there with him, and with the rumors about ring-rats- I know, very accurate name right?- I've been hearing about, I'd be a little be grouchy at times too so I can sort of get her aggravation.

"So, what are you doing here?" I mused switching to a lighter subject.

"Just gettin' some coffee. Chris and I were planning on heading over to some bating cages that lets up in after hours. The owner's a total MCMG fan so..." he trailed off.

"MCMG?" I asked confused.

"Motor-City-Machine-Guns, me and Chris. Do you even watch TNA?" I could tell he was joking from his laughter, but the question unsettled me a little so my laughter was dripping with nervousness.

"Of course you... silly," I giggled shoving him softly.

"The soda fairy I'm guessing?" Alex looked behind me, and I turned around to see Ryley and Frankie walking inside the shop smirking.

"No," I responded with a snarly smirk. "I just ran into, Alex when I was getting in line. Alex you remember my friends, Ryley and Frankie right?"

"Yeah of course, two of the most beautiful girls in the Knockout Lookout. Oh, and by the way congratulations on winning tonight's challenge. Watching you ride that mechanical bull was very.... interesting."

I giggled feeling my cheeks flush before nodding. "Yeah, mechanical bull-riding is sort of my specialty,"

Alex smiled before suddenly snapping his finger, "hey, can I borrow your cell for a sec?"

I didn't ask questions and just reached into my tiny velvet purse and pulled out my Blackberry before handing it to Alex who accepted it and said 'cute' before he quickly began pressing keys for a few seconds before he handed my phone back still smiling but brighter this time.

"What'd you do?" I asked looking at the screen.

"Press send," he instructed. I obliged and pressed the send button and suddenly there was a soft chiming noise before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and waved it between his fingers.

"Ah," I murmmed in understanding.

"Yep, now I've got yours too. Just in case I'm ever lonely or...."

"Casey I said that I wanna come home to, but you bitching about it isn't gonna make it any easier!.... No I didn't call you a bitch, babe."

Alex looked over his shoulder Chris before turning back to us. "That's happening and I need to vent my frustrations as well."

I laughed a nodded.

"Sounds brutal," Ryley spoke glancing over to the pacing Chris Sabin.

"Girlfriend?" Frankie asked.

"Always. Yo, Sabin lets get a move on man!" Alex called and Chris sighed before muttering something incoherent before he hung up the phone and walked back over to us.

"Sorry about that. Hello ladies!" He said acknowleding the three of us.

"Hi, Chris." We replied in union.

"So, I'll see you all around alright?" Alex asked, his eyes not leaving mine.

"Uh-huh. Don't lose my number," I ordered playfully as I poked him in his stone-like abs.

"No problem. See ya!"

He and Chris waved on final time before curteously walking past us and heading for the door. Just before they reached it I thought of something and quickly gripped my phone tighter. I called out Alex name and waited for him to turn around before I snapped a photo of him to save in my memory for his caller I.D. I liked unfocused pictures, they were so much more real than posed one's, but even still he looked amazing.

"Bye," I said with a soft smile waving one final time.

He laughed and nodded before walking out of the coffee shop after Chris. I turned back around to Ryley and Frankie who were both smiling at me, and I instantly knew those looks.

"Don't even say it," I ordered holding up a finger as I moved past them and towards the counter to order our drinks.

"You little whore!" They both burst into fits of giggles.

I sighed and shook my head. Couldn't a girl be really nice, and sorta flirt with a guy without there being some sort of attraction between them?

What?!

It's possible!