Undeclared Future

Chapter Four(4/?)

Written by: Jen

Genre: Drama/Romance

General rating: PG-13

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Two weeks had passed since the night Alyssa had talked to Danny about her family-or lack thereof. They were planning a huge cookout for when all of their families visited. Alyssa found herself envying everyone else, and what they had with their families.

She ran a hand through her hair slowly as she looked down at the folded paper, signing her name at the bottom. With a slow breath she slid it inside of the envelope and sealed it, slipping it into her purse.

It declared her future.

"You're meeting with each of us?" She asked slowly into the phone that was perched against her shoulder, talking with Al.

"Yeah, today we're meeting up with you and Riley. And tomorrow with Micah, Danny, and Greg. Can the two of you be at Trax by noon?"

"Yeah, we'll be there at noon." Alyssa assured him as she pulled her hair back into a sloppy ponytail, her emerald eyes scanning the room as she rose to her feet and made her way to the kitchen, putting a bagel in the toaster. "Hey Ri, go shower. we gotta be at Trax by noon." She smirked as Riley saluted her, rising to her feet.

"Sir, yes, sir."

"Damn straight you know your place." Alyssa laughed, turning back to the phone call. "I'll see you in a couple of hours, alright?"

"Bye, Alyssa." Al laughed into the phone before hanging up, shaking his head slowly at the two remaining girls' tactics.

Alyssa let out a slow breath as she took her bagel out of the toaster, buttering it. "This should be interesting..." She spoke quietly to herself after having hung up with Al Snow. A meeting with all of the trainers, most likely about their progress so far in the competition. This would definitely be an interesting day.

With that, she sat down at the table, taking a slow bite out of her bagel.

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"How'd it go?" Alyssa asked Riley as she stepped out from the room where the trainers and Riley had been for the past half hour.

Riley nodded with a soft smile. "Not bad. Good luck. Look, I have to head back, I promised Micah I'd go out to lunch with him so I'll see you later. Let me know how it goes, alright?"

"Of course." She smiled as she rose to her feet, walking out of the locker room and into the main room at Trax, the training room with the ring, and a circle of five chairs.

Alyssa forced an uneasy smile as she approached the group. "Hey. you guys ready for me?"

"Always." Ivory smiled, hugging Alyssa before she greeted the rest of the group.

"Have a seat." Mark instructed, his voice firm. Silently, Alyssa obliged.

"We're here to discuss you, and your progress. Talk about where you stand as far as the competition is concerned." Big explained to her as she nodded in understanding.

"Okay."

"You've definitely improved a lot since the beginning of this competition. You're good enough to make it to the final five contestants, obviously. You have a lot of talent, flexibility. Aerial abilities." Al listed off slowly.

"Thank you." Alyssa mustered a small, nervous smile as she looked over at Al, her eyes glancing over the other judges.

"You'd be very marketable, we'd easily be able to pair you with several different Superstars." Ivory commented, looking down at a mock promo shoot they had done, with pictures of her by herself and others with various other contestants.

"Agreed." Dustin nodded slowly.

A new voice suddenly intruded on her praises. "Very little passion." Mark spoke, his voice even, emitting very little emotion. "Sex appeal, maybe. But passion?"

"I." Alyssa ran a hand over the back of her neck, a nervous gesture as she looked over at Mark.

"You, what?" He raised his eyebrows slowly, as if her speaking had been uncalled for. "You have very little passion when you're in the ring. You carry through the moves. You do it well-mediocre. But you don't get that look on your face. That twinkle in your eyes. It seems that wrestling, to you, is secondary."

"So I wouldn't be a good professional wrestler because I don't get a certain twinkle in my eyes?"She asked, a short laugh disbelieving laugh escape her lips.

"Who wants to pay a good chunk of money to see a passionless woman in the ring?"

"I am not passionless!" Alyssa defended, a guarded look in her eyes, her forehead creased in frustration. Damn him. Damn Mark Callaway for who he was.

"Oh really?" Mark raised an eyebrow in challenge, leaning closer to her as he spoke. "I beg to differ."

"Yeah. You would. Because you are just the epitome of passion." Alyssa shook her head minimally, muttering under her breath. "Or should I say one night passion."

Big ran his hands over his face roughly, before Mark had the chance to get a comment in. "Alright, both of you get yourselves in check. We are not, and I repeat NOT here to bicker. We're here to tell her what she's doing right, and what she can improve. Not to attack her."

"I'm not attacking her. And if she can't suck it up and deal. She knows where the door is."

Alyssa shook her head slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? If I just walked out. It'd be a bit different than twenty years ago." She was starting to slip. She was starting to let her anger get a hold of her, and letting pieces of her past and of the truth go.

"Twenty years ago?" Mark let out a slow laugh of amusement. "How would you know about twenty years ago? You were what, one?"

"No. Wasn't born yet." She stated slowly, before taking the envelope out of her purse, turning it slowly in her hands.

"Overall you're doing really well, Alyssa." Al assured her. "Thank you for coming." He smiled slightly at her, uncomfortable from the tension that had been created in the last few minutes.

"No problem." Alyssa rose to her feet, her heart pounding hard against her chest. Silently, she dropped the envelope in Mark's lap. There was no turning back.

Letting out a shaky breath, she quickly said goodbye to the remaining trainers and dismissed herself. She didn't want to be there when he opened up the envelope. "Damn it." She muttered quietly. Riley had taken the car. She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. She'd get a taxi. Nothing could go smoothly for her anymore. It hadn't in months, why would she expect that things would now?

And now, after she'd given him the envelope. Unveiled the first piece of what led to the truth, she knew things wouldn't get any easier. Not in the least.