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facilities, etc, etc... I only own the characters that I have created solely
for the use of this story.
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Alyssa's eyes closed slowly as she lay on her side, her head resting in Riley's lap. Riley ran her fingers gently through Alyssa's hair, soothing her. "You okay, baby?" She spoke softly, looking down at her friend.
Alyssa shrugged her shoulders lightly, before smiling meekly up at Riley. "Nothin' I can't handle." She whispered, her eyes closing for a short moment.
"Riley! Alyssa!" Danny called as he made his way down the stairs.
"Yeah?" The two girls answered in unison as Alyssa lifted her head up, watching Danny, Micah, and Greg enter the room.
"Get your cute little butts up. We've gotta be at Trax in less than a half hour."
"Of course. Gotta be at Trax." Alyssa whispered, slowly rising to her feet and pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. "Wouldn't wanna keep them waiting." In all honesty, she wished that she didn't have to go to Trax today, because she knew who was going to be there. Her trainer: her father. And after everything that had happened the previous day, she didn't want to face him inside of the ring, or out of it.
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"There's nothing for you to worry about. It's just a training, it's not like he's going to put you on the spot and make you talk in front of everyone. He's not like that." Danny spoke, shrugging his shoulders slowly before placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "C'mon, let's head in there." And with that, the group entered the training facility together.
Alyssa smiled slightly as she said 'good morning' to each of the trainers, tensing up when she was in front of Mark, and mumbling inaudibly before taking her seat in the folding chair. Mark sighed slowly, shaking his head slightly. "Great." He grumbled, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked everyone over. "We're getting down to the wire, guys. There's less than a week left for the five of you two show us why we should pick you. What's special about you. Why the WWE needs you on its roster. So remember that when you're in the ring; step it up."
Lisa, otherwise known as Ivory began to speak. "Today, we're going to be doing a series of matches. We're going to match up each of you with one of your competitors in the competition. And later on, you'll be going one on one with a trainer. I hope you're all ready for this, and I truly believe you are." And with that, Lisa smiled, congratulating them on having made it so far in the competition.
******************* Alyssa drank silently from the bottled water, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead. They had finished the matches between all of the contestants, and there had been three matches so far between the trainers and the students: Lisa vs. Riley, Greg vs. Dustin, and Mark vs. Danny. The only two remaining were Alyssa and Micah.
"So who do you think they're gonna put you up against?" Riley asked Micah, her eyes resting on him.
"My guess is Al. And I think they'll put Alyssa with Lisa." He told her, his eyes resting intently on her.
Alyssa sat off to herself, watching as Al and Mark entered together. She forced a smile at the sight of them. "Ready for your match, short stuff?" Al inquired, as he and Mark seated themselves at the table she had been sitting by herself at.
"Always am." Alyssa chewed on her lip slowly. In all honesty, she was nervous. This would be her last chance to impress them before they had to begin making their final decision as to who would get the contracts.
"Just a little heads up." Al spoke softly, his eyes resting on hers. "Lisa injured her ankle; you're going to be facing one of us."
"But you still have your match with Micah." Alyssa spoke slowly, chewing on her lip. She didn't like her chances.
"It'll be either Dustin or myself." Mark spoke, his eyes locking on hers for the first time.
Al turned his head to look at Mark. "I think she'd be better off with Dustin." He stated, his eyes locking on his friend's. "As far as size if it were you and her..."
"But if she were to make it to the WWE, she would potentially be facing guys like me, right?" Mark inquired with a slowly raising eyebrow.
Al paused for a short moment before slowly speaking. "Well, yeah..."
"Then it's settled. Alyssa and I will be wrestling one on one in the ring." Mark spoke with a confirming nod.
"No." Alyssa spoke after a moment, her eyes not moving from him. "No, I won't face you."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean you won't?"
"I mean that there is far too much involved for me to wrestle with you." Alyssa spoke quietly, picking at her fingers as she let out a slow breath.
"You either face me, or you don't wrestle today."
Alyssa shook her head silently as she ran her hands over her face, mumbling under her breath. "This isn't fair." Why was he doing this? Why was he trying to force her into wrestling him? She didn't understand it, didn't understand his reasoning. What did he think this would prove?
"It isn't about this being fair or unfair." Mark spoke, gently moving her hands from her face so that she was looking at him. "It's about you learning to separate personal from professional. I think that you have amazing potential, and I just want to see that potential first-hand."
Alyssa exhaled slowly, her eyes resting on his. He was being sincere, for the first time since she'd been there she felt as though he was being completely honest and completely genuine. Isn't that part of what she'd been searching for? Honesty?
Alyssa rose to her feet slowly. "I'm gonna head back in there and stretch. Get ready for our match." She managed a small smile; along with his honesty came a sense of respect she hadn't felt for him before.
Mark slowly ran a hand over the back of his neck. "Mind if I join you?" He inquired, raising his eyes to hers.
Slowly, Alyssa shrugged her shoulders. "Not at all." She waited as Mark rose to her feet, and the two walked out of the room... together.
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Alyssa's eyes closed slowly as she lay on her side, her head resting in Riley's lap. Riley ran her fingers gently through Alyssa's hair, soothing her. "You okay, baby?" She spoke softly, looking down at her friend.
Alyssa shrugged her shoulders lightly, before smiling meekly up at Riley. "Nothin' I can't handle." She whispered, her eyes closing for a short moment.
"Riley! Alyssa!" Danny called as he made his way down the stairs.
"Yeah?" The two girls answered in unison as Alyssa lifted her head up, watching Danny, Micah, and Greg enter the room.
"Get your cute little butts up. We've gotta be at Trax in less than a half hour."
"Of course. Gotta be at Trax." Alyssa whispered, slowly rising to her feet and pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. "Wouldn't wanna keep them waiting." In all honesty, she wished that she didn't have to go to Trax today, because she knew who was going to be there. Her trainer: her father. And after everything that had happened the previous day, she didn't want to face him inside of the ring, or out of it.
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"There's nothing for you to worry about. It's just a training, it's not like he's going to put you on the spot and make you talk in front of everyone. He's not like that." Danny spoke, shrugging his shoulders slowly before placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "C'mon, let's head in there." And with that, the group entered the training facility together.
Alyssa smiled slightly as she said 'good morning' to each of the trainers, tensing up when she was in front of Mark, and mumbling inaudibly before taking her seat in the folding chair. Mark sighed slowly, shaking his head slightly. "Great." He grumbled, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked everyone over. "We're getting down to the wire, guys. There's less than a week left for the five of you two show us why we should pick you. What's special about you. Why the WWE needs you on its roster. So remember that when you're in the ring; step it up."
Lisa, otherwise known as Ivory began to speak. "Today, we're going to be doing a series of matches. We're going to match up each of you with one of your competitors in the competition. And later on, you'll be going one on one with a trainer. I hope you're all ready for this, and I truly believe you are." And with that, Lisa smiled, congratulating them on having made it so far in the competition.
******************* Alyssa drank silently from the bottled water, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead. They had finished the matches between all of the contestants, and there had been three matches so far between the trainers and the students: Lisa vs. Riley, Greg vs. Dustin, and Mark vs. Danny. The only two remaining were Alyssa and Micah.
"So who do you think they're gonna put you up against?" Riley asked Micah, her eyes resting on him.
"My guess is Al. And I think they'll put Alyssa with Lisa." He told her, his eyes resting intently on her.
Alyssa sat off to herself, watching as Al and Mark entered together. She forced a smile at the sight of them. "Ready for your match, short stuff?" Al inquired, as he and Mark seated themselves at the table she had been sitting by herself at.
"Always am." Alyssa chewed on her lip slowly. In all honesty, she was nervous. This would be her last chance to impress them before they had to begin making their final decision as to who would get the contracts.
"Just a little heads up." Al spoke softly, his eyes resting on hers. "Lisa injured her ankle; you're going to be facing one of us."
"But you still have your match with Micah." Alyssa spoke slowly, chewing on her lip. She didn't like her chances.
"It'll be either Dustin or myself." Mark spoke, his eyes locking on hers for the first time.
Al turned his head to look at Mark. "I think she'd be better off with Dustin." He stated, his eyes locking on his friend's. "As far as size if it were you and her..."
"But if she were to make it to the WWE, she would potentially be facing guys like me, right?" Mark inquired with a slowly raising eyebrow.
Al paused for a short moment before slowly speaking. "Well, yeah..."
"Then it's settled. Alyssa and I will be wrestling one on one in the ring." Mark spoke with a confirming nod.
"No." Alyssa spoke after a moment, her eyes not moving from him. "No, I won't face you."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean you won't?"
"I mean that there is far too much involved for me to wrestle with you." Alyssa spoke quietly, picking at her fingers as she let out a slow breath.
"You either face me, or you don't wrestle today."
Alyssa shook her head silently as she ran her hands over her face, mumbling under her breath. "This isn't fair." Why was he doing this? Why was he trying to force her into wrestling him? She didn't understand it, didn't understand his reasoning. What did he think this would prove?
"It isn't about this being fair or unfair." Mark spoke, gently moving her hands from her face so that she was looking at him. "It's about you learning to separate personal from professional. I think that you have amazing potential, and I just want to see that potential first-hand."
Alyssa exhaled slowly, her eyes resting on his. He was being sincere, for the first time since she'd been there she felt as though he was being completely honest and completely genuine. Isn't that part of what she'd been searching for? Honesty?
Alyssa rose to her feet slowly. "I'm gonna head back in there and stretch. Get ready for our match." She managed a small smile; along with his honesty came a sense of respect she hadn't felt for him before.
Mark slowly ran a hand over the back of his neck. "Mind if I join you?" He inquired, raising his eyes to hers.
Slowly, Alyssa shrugged her shoulders. "Not at all." She waited as Mark rose to her feet, and the two walked out of the room... together.
