A/N: Today is a very exciting day! The new Twilight book is going on sale at midnight! I can't wait. Because of this I decided to be nice and post two, count 'em two chapters. I hope you enjoy. Please keep up the reviews, I love hearing from you guys. Even if you don't review thanks for reading. HAPPY FICIN'!

I sat on a folding chair in the middle of a high school. My bag lay on the floor. For the third time I redid my hair. This was stupid. Don't ask me how Matt talked me into this one.

A husky man came walking down the hall carrying a fast food bag. He eyed me up before stopping.

"And you would be….?"

"Amanda."

"Ah, yes. I was told you were coming. I hope you don't mind if I eat. Follow me."

He led me into a gym where a few guys were setting up a old wrestling ring. They didn't seem to see us as we passed. I was glad. He sat down behind a table at the far end of the gym and gestured for me to sit across from him.

"My name is Jay. I run this little circus." I shook his hand. "So, you want to be a pro wrestler."

It has been three days since I got off the train in North Carolina. Helms wasn't very happy with my decision to stay at his house. After spending one day alone with me, he determined it would be best if I did something while I was staying down there. Matt called in a few favors and got me lined up with an independent wrestling company that worked the area.

"So, Evan speaks very highly of you." Evan must be Matt's friend. "Do you have any training?" The man in front of me took out a burger and started eating.

"My…er… brothers trained me."

He eyed me up as if he knew I was lying. It was my choice to hide my identity. My name is plastered all over the internet and any semi-involved wrestling fan knows my story. Right now, I don't want to be me. Plus, if these guys knew I had an in with the WWE, I would never get a moment of peace.

"Do I know your brothers?"

"I don't think so; they're not from around here."

"What about your arm? Are you okay to work?"

I covered up the black cast on my right limb. "I'm fine. It's almost healed."

"Where have you wrestled?"

"Uh…Nowhere?" He put down his burger and wiped his hands.

"Nowhere? Huh?" His eyes tore into me as I stared at the ground. I should have thought of a better story. "How do you know Evan? He usually doesn't bring me workers unless he can stand behind them."

"Oh… he's a friend of a friend… of a friend…" Yeah, that sounded believable. Good going, Jessica.

"What did you say your name was, again?"

"Amanda."

"Amanda… what?"

I paused. "Amanda… Smith."

A smirk crossed his face. I was caught. "Okay, and what's your real name 'Amanda'?"

Defeated, I pulled out my driver's license and slid it, face down, across the table. He picked it up and gave a half surprised, 'oh.'

"So your husband is…"

"Yep…"

"And your father is…"

"Yep…"

He studied the card a little longer then slid it back to me.

"Nice hair."

"Thanks."

Finishing off the burger, he started talking again. "Well that takes care of a few questions, Amanda," he smiled at me, "But it does bring up a few more."

"My personal life is not up for discussion."

"Okay…"

"And, I have my own mask that I will be wrestling under. I don't want anyone to know who I am."

"Your secret is safe with me. What about your WWE contract?"

"Don't worry about it."

He looked at me with a curious expression. "I just want to know…"

"Not up for discussion," I reminded him.

"Fair enough." He stood up. "Well, we're done here. I'll introduce you to the rest of the group."

I followed him to the ring where three guys were stretching out. As we approached I could hear that they were talking about what wrestling company was better, TNA or WWE.

"Hey Kevin, Mike, Chris, meet the new girl, Amanda."

The three glanced in my direction before they started talking again.

"She doesn't look so tough," one said without giving me a second chance.

"She's kinda cute," another one commented, "Hey baby, what are you doing after the show?"

"Don't even try it," Jay warned. "You don't wanna know who'll come after you."

The ones that cared looked confused. I just smiled.

He introduced me to the rest of the clan and showed me their makeshift locker room. There was a tall woman with green hair getting dressed in the back.

"Megan, this is Amanda." I extended my hand but she just shot me an annoyed glance. I crossed my arms and shifted my weight. So this is how it's going to be. "Amanda will be your opponent tonight."

Megan looked me up and down. "What's your wrestling name?"

Oh yeah, I need a name. "Amanda... Jane"

"Amanda Jane?" I nodded. "Never heard of you. Meet me in the ring in five minutes." She pushed past me.

I let out a groan. Just perfect, I'm here for ten minutes and already people can't stand me. I told them I didn't want to do this, but does anyone listen to me? NO. I changed into my outfit and headed to the gym. The wrestling mask Jeff gave me hung out of my back pocket.

"Alright new girl, let's see what you can do," Jay called out.

There wasn't much time to think before Megan came at me from behind. It had been almost a year since my last match. My reflexes are definitely not up to par. She grabbed my shirt and tossed me into a ring post.

At one point in our warm up match she had me in a submission hold.

"What's your finisher?" Megan whispered.

"Shining wizard."

"Lame…"

"Fine, dragonrana."

"Nice, but no."

What did this girl want? "RKO?"

"If you really want to…"

I rolled my eyes and pulled out of the submission hold. We quickly ended, as planed with an RKO.

"Well guys, what do you think?" Jay yelled out to the group that had gathered around to watch us practice.

"Not bad," Megan said helping me off the mat. "But don't think you're going to win tonight."

She smacked me on the arm before jumping out of the ring. Hopefully, the match had earned me a little bit of respect. I pulled off my mask and faced the rest of the spectators.

"I don't know… you finished with an RKO. That's so… wrong," one of the guys said. I think his name was Chris.

"What's wrong with the RKO?" I asked a little offended.

"Don't get him started," another guy, Mike, cut in. "He's not much of Randy Orton fan."

Outside the ring I could hear Jay laughing. I rolled my eyes.

"It was better than I expected," the guy that said I was cute commented. "I could show you a few new moves if you wanted…"

"Kevin, what did I say? Stay away from this one."

"What? I was just offering some assistance."

Kevin winked at me. Creep. If this was the WWE, Kevin would be bleeding before the end of the night.

I took a seat outside of the ring as another group ran through a practice match. The three guys from earlier followed me.

"So, do you watch much wrestling?" Mike asked me.

I studied the group for a second. Mike was bald, really tall, and muscular. I think he might be on steroids. Kevin was about six foot. He had a few tattoos and had shaggy brown hair that came down to his cheeks. Chris was the smallest out of the three. His dirty brown hair was tied up on top of his head. He reminded me of Collin Delaney in the way that he was nothing but skin and bones. The three seemed to be good friends.

"I try to catch it when it's on," I said wiping the sweat from my face.

"Who are your favorites?" Kevin asked.

"I bet I could figure that out." Chris stepped up next to me and looked into my eyes. "How old are you?"

"…23…"

"And when did you start watching wrestling?"

"When I was 17."

He smiled. "Too easy. Your favorite wrestlers are, in no particular order, Raven, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Chris Jericho, Christian, Molly Holly, Tommy Dreamer, and that oh so wonderful Randy Orton."

"What about John Cena?" Mike smirked behind him.

"I'm not positive, but she might be a little too old to fall for his crap."

I tried to cover up my amusement. So, I wasn't the only one who though John could be full of it at times. Of course I had different reasons for thinking this than he did.

"Was I right?" Chris asked with a smile.

"For the most part. How did you come up with that?"

"Two main things: you're female, and you started watching wrestling when you were a teen. My ex was the same way. Plus, you used a few of their signature moves during the match. That sit down jawbreaker was a total Jeff Hardy rip off."

"Ah…" That would make sense; Jeff taught it to me.

We talked for awhile before Jay kicked us out of the gym. He was about to open the doors to the public. In an hour, the show was going to start.

I didn't really know what to expect. I've never worked an independent show before. It's a fact that a lot of wrestlers hate about me. Most of the WWE superstars trained long and hard to get where they are. I was trained while hanging out on the road. My trainers were anyone I bugged long enough to say yes. For future reference, it usually takes a half hour of begging, three text messages, and forty dollars to get HHH in the ring.

Before the show started everyone was getting ready in the locker room. I sat on the ground stretching when Mike came up to me with a metal folding chair. He had a wicked smile on his face.

"Have you ever taken a chair shot before, because I have a great idea for the end of your match."

I should have been worried, but I was too nervous. It seemed like a minute later I was standing in front of the curtain waiting for my music to play. Mike gave me a thumbs up as he and Megan went out first. Soon it was my turn.

The match took about seven minutes. Being the new girl, I lost. Now came the part Mike thought up. Since he and Megan were the heels (bad guys), they were going to attack me with a chair after the bell. I had to try to fight them off until Kevin came to rescue me. It was continuing some storyline Mike and Kevin were in.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike roll out of the ring. What was it Jeff told me about getting hit with a chair? Oh yeah, put a hand up to protect your face. I slowly pulled myself up while facing the crowd. I was in 'pain' from my loss. When I was on my feet my eyes landed on the far corner of the gym. In the back section there was a big man sitting all by himself. His baseball cap was pulled down over his face, but for a second the man looked exactly like Glenn. I froze.

WHAM!

Stupid Jessica, you forgot about the chair.

My face hit the mat before I knew it. I curled up into a ball and threw my arms over my head. Man, did that HURT!

The adrenaline pumping through my veins helped me to shake off the pain. Laying on the mat I tried to find the person I saw before, but it was hard to see from the angle. It couldn't have been him. I must have been seeing things. Kevin came running and was soon by my side. When everything ended, he helped me to the back.

"Why didn't you turn around?" Mike asked when he came to check on me.

I was quiet as someone held an ice pack to my head. Did I really see Glenn in the crowd?

"I… I have to go."

"What? But your head."

"I'll be fine."

I grabbed my bag and ran out of the locker room in my wrestling gear. The show was still going on so if I did see Glenn, he would be in the same place. Peaking through the open door, I scanned the room. There was no one sitting in the far back corner.

I must be losing my mind. I could have sworn there was someone there. Even if it wasn't Glenn, someone was sitting there. I'm not going crazy! I'm NOT! I need to get out of here.

My hand blindly dug through my bag for the keys to Helm's truck as I walked across the dark parking lot. My mind was racing with questions.

Was I so homesick that I was seeing things? Or, was I feeling guilty about breaking Glenn's nose? Maybe there actually was someone there and they went to the bathroom after my match. It could happen.

"Where are the f'ning keys?" I grunted getting mad. "GAH!"

I whipped the slightly heavy bag at the truck. The handles of the bag hooked onto the mirror and ripped it right off. Great, just GREAT! Frustrated, I kicked the front tire.

"I'm glad that wasn't aimed at me," a voice came from the darkness.

I swear, if Glenn is not behind me… if I'm hearing things… I'm going to check myself into a hospital.

Spinning around, I came face to face with my seven foot father figure. At least I know I'm not going crazy.

"Uh, hey…" I said leaning against the truck.

He took a step into the light around me. He was wearing his favorite baseball cap, but I could still see the busted nose and two black eyes that ended our last conversation.

"I saw your match. It was good."

"Thanks…" I said in almost a whisper.

Half of me wanted to run up to him and give him a hug. The other half wanted to be mad at him for tracking me down. My two sides waged war on each other while I stood there on the verge of tears.

Finally, the latter half won.

"Why are you here?" I questioned out of anger.

"I should be asking you the same thing."

"I needed to be alone. I told you I needed to be alone, but you wouldn't listen."

He took a step closer. "Kid.."

"No… I told you not to find me. I asked for one thing and you couldn't give me that. Why should I listen to you? I hate you!"

His posture stiffened. "Fine, I just came to see if you were still alive… "

Before I could speak, he took off back into the dark parking lot.

I found the keys to the truck and crawled into the cab. Starting up the engine I banged my head on the steering wheel.

This nightmare was never ending.