Distribution: Well, since this story is my first fic and it sucks ;) I
don't know why you would want to take it, but..if you really want it ASK
first please
Disclaimer: Like many, I unfortunately don't own the WWE or any of the wrestlers in this story. The only person I own (that's in the story..) is Mercy
OK..on with the story!
:*: = Mercy's Thoughts
~*~
Mercy Pushed open a set of thick metal doors at the back end of the Bradley Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin her home town. Instantly she was overwhelmed by hordes of rushing camera men, sound crews, and lighting crews. Not to mention some of the superstars that, what seemed like just last week, Mercy had only been watching on T.V. Now, here they were, inches away from her. The superstar she knew as "Test", Andrew Martin, smiled at her as he hurried past. Mercy smiled back and headed down on of the long hallways seeking out Vince MacMahn himself.
::KNOCK KNOCK::
"Come in!" Came the voice from behind the door. The voice, recognizably, belonged to the owner of the WWE, Vince MacMahn. Mercy walked through the doorway and he greeted her with a hand shake and grin.
"Now, Mercy, we have many reasons to hire you right away, but we would still like to see you in a trial match to make sure you're absolutely ready."
"Yes sir, I understand," She replied shakily.
::later::
Mercy sat in the locker room which was empty since she had arrived hours earlier then the other talent roster to prepare mentally for her trial match. Vince had pretty much gave her the sign that she was good to go..all she had to do is have a good match.
"PLEASE let me have a good match!" She said to herself.
~Trial match~
"Ok Mercy, just relax and have a good time."
:*: RELAX?! Have a GOOD time?! How the hell am I supposed to relax when I have Vince MacMahn watching my EVERY move during this match? Not to mention I'm going against Amy Dumas (lita). Yah buddy, if you were in my position right now I'm sure you wouldn't be all that calm.:*:
"Don't worry girl, I'll go easy on yah." Amy said with a wink. Feeling somewhat reassured, Mercy began her "match". It was showing basic holds and reversals, but no one would win. Near the end of the trial Vince asked if she had a move in mind for her finisher.
"Well, sort of."
"Well, let's see what you've got so far."
"All right." Mercy was nervous as hell as she climbed the turnbuckle shaking all over as she go to the top. She turned to face the ring. Jumping off the turn-buckle, she did a summersault/frog splash on Amy. Thankfully, the move was executed perfectly. Mercy heard clapping and looked up to see Vince, standing along side Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, and "The Hurricane" Shane Helms.
- So, what da ya think so far? I'd love to get some reviews, and I promise that the next chapters get better (and remember, this is my first fic so be nice ;)
Disclaimer: Like many, I unfortunately don't own the WWE or any of the wrestlers in this story. The only person I own (that's in the story..) is Mercy
OK..on with the story!
:*: = Mercy's Thoughts
~*~
Mercy Pushed open a set of thick metal doors at the back end of the Bradley Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin her home town. Instantly she was overwhelmed by hordes of rushing camera men, sound crews, and lighting crews. Not to mention some of the superstars that, what seemed like just last week, Mercy had only been watching on T.V. Now, here they were, inches away from her. The superstar she knew as "Test", Andrew Martin, smiled at her as he hurried past. Mercy smiled back and headed down on of the long hallways seeking out Vince MacMahn himself.
::KNOCK KNOCK::
"Come in!" Came the voice from behind the door. The voice, recognizably, belonged to the owner of the WWE, Vince MacMahn. Mercy walked through the doorway and he greeted her with a hand shake and grin.
"Now, Mercy, we have many reasons to hire you right away, but we would still like to see you in a trial match to make sure you're absolutely ready."
"Yes sir, I understand," She replied shakily.
::later::
Mercy sat in the locker room which was empty since she had arrived hours earlier then the other talent roster to prepare mentally for her trial match. Vince had pretty much gave her the sign that she was good to go..all she had to do is have a good match.
"PLEASE let me have a good match!" She said to herself.
~Trial match~
"Ok Mercy, just relax and have a good time."
:*: RELAX?! Have a GOOD time?! How the hell am I supposed to relax when I have Vince MacMahn watching my EVERY move during this match? Not to mention I'm going against Amy Dumas (lita). Yah buddy, if you were in my position right now I'm sure you wouldn't be all that calm.:*:
"Don't worry girl, I'll go easy on yah." Amy said with a wink. Feeling somewhat reassured, Mercy began her "match". It was showing basic holds and reversals, but no one would win. Near the end of the trial Vince asked if she had a move in mind for her finisher.
"Well, sort of."
"Well, let's see what you've got so far."
"All right." Mercy was nervous as hell as she climbed the turnbuckle shaking all over as she go to the top. She turned to face the ring. Jumping off the turn-buckle, she did a summersault/frog splash on Amy. Thankfully, the move was executed perfectly. Mercy heard clapping and looked up to see Vince, standing along side Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, and "The Hurricane" Shane Helms.
- So, what da ya think so far? I'd love to get some reviews, and I promise that the next chapters get better (and remember, this is my first fic so be nice ;)