Notes: This chapter introduces a new character that plays a major role in the fic. It's definitely her story too and guess what? We don't get to claim her ;). And we'll get to the quest soonly.
Not the Only One
I stood in the back watching the matches. I don't like my gimmick too much. I look like that 90s wrestler Mikey Whipwreck. I wonder what possessed them to give me that look.
I have a tag match with Randy Orton the III against Kurt Angle, who's actually Eric Angle's son, and Cameron. I have to try not to strangle Simone, the valet. She and I don't really get along.
Someone bumped into me. I turned to see a woman with very red hair standing there. "Sorry!" She said. I looked at her closely and saw that she wasn't really a redhead. But I knew who she was. Her name's Sierra. She'd been training here for a year or so I heard.
"It's okay." I said smiling.
"Danny!" Simone called. I turned around she was standing there looking impatient. She glared at Sierra. "We've got a match to get ready for."
"Uh right." I smiled at Sierra before hurrying over to where Randy and Simone were standing.
We were going over match strategy when Chavo walked over and clapped me on the back. "You'll never guess who's here."
"Who?" I asked.
"Tatem." He said with a large smile.
"Tatem? My sister Tatem? The one who said she'd never go to a wrestling show again? That Tatem?"
He laughed. "You know of another? I gave her a backstage pass. She'll be back here after your match she said. Oh yeah and she said if anything happened to you she'd kill me."
"Now that sounds like Tatem." I said with a smile. I was so surprised that she was there. "She bring Misha?"
"Yep. They are here with her husband shoot I forgot his name."
"Ted. Cool. Glad they could make it." I said. I looked over at Simone who was trying to get my attention. "I guess it's match time."
"Good luck!" Chavo called as I walked over to Simone and Randy.
I walked out to ringside and scanned the area for my sister and her family. They were sitting in the middle. I understood that choice. My sister wouldn't have sat in the front row even if she were the only one there. She had a front row seat in witnessing her stepfather, my father's, death. I waved to them and I heard Misha yell "Hi Uncle Danny."
I grinned and turned back to the match at hand. I jumped into the ring and listened to the ring announcements.
"First accompanied by Simone weighing 205 pounds from Atlanta Georgia, Danny Benoit!" There were a few cheers. I'm still trying to establish a name in OVW. "His tag partner weighs 220 pounds and is from New Orleans Louisiana, Randy Orton."
"Their opponents are accompanied by Sierra. They are the OVW tag team champions! First weighing in at 210 pounds from San Antonio Texas, Cameron Michaels. His tag partner weighs 240 pounds from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania Kurt Angle."
The match went fine without a hitch. We lost but that was okay. I loved wrestling. Maybe it was in the blood. My mother enjoyed being in wrestling before my dad died.
I had to chuckle when I saw Sierra put Simone in the sharpshooter. It wasn't a part of the show and I know Uncle Eddy is going to yell at her for it. I tried to pretend not to notice. Simone deserved it.
When she got to the back she turned towards me and glared. "Why didn't you get that bitch off me?"
"Oh did she do something?"
She stomped off yelling for Eddy.
I turned around to see Sierra standing there. "Thanks." She said.
"No problem. She had it coming."
"I'm Sierra. Sorry I wasn't really paying attention to the introductions and missed your name." She said.
"Danny." I said yanking off the stupid bandana I had been wearing on my head. She was staring at me rather oddly. "What?"
"You look like that picture over there." She said pointing behind me.
I turned around and let out a sigh. "That was my dad." I whispered.
"Was? Sorry I don't mean to pry." She said quickly looking away.
"That's okay. Chris Benoit was my father. He um died in the ring."
Her brow furrowed. She looked around as if seeing if anyone was looking in her direction. "So did mine." She said in a quiet voice.
"Uncle Danny!" A voice yelled I turned around to see my five-year-old niece running in my direction.
I picked her up. I turned around to say something to Sierra but she was gone.
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Next chapter may be going to her POV. This fic will have a lot of chapters where it's Sierra's POV. Like I said what happens in this fic involves her big time.
Not the Only One
I stood in the back watching the matches. I don't like my gimmick too much. I look like that 90s wrestler Mikey Whipwreck. I wonder what possessed them to give me that look.
I have a tag match with Randy Orton the III against Kurt Angle, who's actually Eric Angle's son, and Cameron. I have to try not to strangle Simone, the valet. She and I don't really get along.
Someone bumped into me. I turned to see a woman with very red hair standing there. "Sorry!" She said. I looked at her closely and saw that she wasn't really a redhead. But I knew who she was. Her name's Sierra. She'd been training here for a year or so I heard.
"It's okay." I said smiling.
"Danny!" Simone called. I turned around she was standing there looking impatient. She glared at Sierra. "We've got a match to get ready for."
"Uh right." I smiled at Sierra before hurrying over to where Randy and Simone were standing.
We were going over match strategy when Chavo walked over and clapped me on the back. "You'll never guess who's here."
"Who?" I asked.
"Tatem." He said with a large smile.
"Tatem? My sister Tatem? The one who said she'd never go to a wrestling show again? That Tatem?"
He laughed. "You know of another? I gave her a backstage pass. She'll be back here after your match she said. Oh yeah and she said if anything happened to you she'd kill me."
"Now that sounds like Tatem." I said with a smile. I was so surprised that she was there. "She bring Misha?"
"Yep. They are here with her husband shoot I forgot his name."
"Ted. Cool. Glad they could make it." I said. I looked over at Simone who was trying to get my attention. "I guess it's match time."
"Good luck!" Chavo called as I walked over to Simone and Randy.
I walked out to ringside and scanned the area for my sister and her family. They were sitting in the middle. I understood that choice. My sister wouldn't have sat in the front row even if she were the only one there. She had a front row seat in witnessing her stepfather, my father's, death. I waved to them and I heard Misha yell "Hi Uncle Danny."
I grinned and turned back to the match at hand. I jumped into the ring and listened to the ring announcements.
"First accompanied by Simone weighing 205 pounds from Atlanta Georgia, Danny Benoit!" There were a few cheers. I'm still trying to establish a name in OVW. "His tag partner weighs 220 pounds and is from New Orleans Louisiana, Randy Orton."
"Their opponents are accompanied by Sierra. They are the OVW tag team champions! First weighing in at 210 pounds from San Antonio Texas, Cameron Michaels. His tag partner weighs 240 pounds from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania Kurt Angle."
The match went fine without a hitch. We lost but that was okay. I loved wrestling. Maybe it was in the blood. My mother enjoyed being in wrestling before my dad died.
I had to chuckle when I saw Sierra put Simone in the sharpshooter. It wasn't a part of the show and I know Uncle Eddy is going to yell at her for it. I tried to pretend not to notice. Simone deserved it.
When she got to the back she turned towards me and glared. "Why didn't you get that bitch off me?"
"Oh did she do something?"
She stomped off yelling for Eddy.
I turned around to see Sierra standing there. "Thanks." She said.
"No problem. She had it coming."
"I'm Sierra. Sorry I wasn't really paying attention to the introductions and missed your name." She said.
"Danny." I said yanking off the stupid bandana I had been wearing on my head. She was staring at me rather oddly. "What?"
"You look like that picture over there." She said pointing behind me.
I turned around and let out a sigh. "That was my dad." I whispered.
"Was? Sorry I don't mean to pry." She said quickly looking away.
"That's okay. Chris Benoit was my father. He um died in the ring."
Her brow furrowed. She looked around as if seeing if anyone was looking in her direction. "So did mine." She said in a quiet voice.
"Uncle Danny!" A voice yelled I turned around to see my five-year-old niece running in my direction.
I picked her up. I turned around to say something to Sierra but she was gone.
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Next chapter may be going to her POV. This fic will have a lot of chapters where it's Sierra's POV. Like I said what happens in this fic involves her big time.