The first thing she'd had to learn was to control her instinct to go into too much martial arts when her matches started going. The second thing she had to learn was how not to hurt anyone else. Faith possessed a strength that she didn't understand. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she knew that she could take every guy in the locker room, Dave included. It wasn't ego or recent experience that told her, but an innate feeling that she was stronger than they were. She was agile and quick, and all of her moves were crisp.

In OVW, she'd thrown around most of the guys there. The only reason she couldn't say all was that some refused to work with her unless she learned to tone it down some. In her last few months there, Lance Storm had reminded her more than once that she wasn't in a fight for her life. She didn't have to put that much into it for it to look good. With as sharp as each of her moves were, and as crisp as her flow, she could try less than half as hard and still make an impression.

As she leaned against the turnbuckle, her forehead pressed against the pad, she had a moment where she wondered what the hell she was doing out there. It had been a fluke, really. She was working in a gym in Louisville, teaching a karate-style aerobics class, when a group of students from OVW walked in. She made friends quickly, and within a month, they had her sending in a video package that made her look like the next coming of Red Sonja.

Even though wrestling was a lot of hard work, it was mostly fun. Aggression seemed to build up within her for no reason, and wrestling gave her just as much an outlet for it as working out did. No one told her that she was too forceful, or that she shouldn't behave a certain way. That was something that kept coming to mind as being a fault in her previous existence. She thought she played the heel a little too well, but everyone told her that her bitch attitude was perfect. She had friends because these people accepted her in ways she didn't think she had ever been accepted before.

Faith felt a tug on her hair right before her head came smashing down onto the turnbuckle. She had spent too much time thinking, and now she was going to pay for it. She was supposed to block that. The next time her head came sailing towards the buckle, she grabbed the ropes and put a foot up on the second turnbuckle, holding herself up. She hurled her body backwards and while Victoria fell to the mat, Faith did a somersault over her and landed on her feet.

She rushed Victoria with a sneer as the other woman started to rise. She caught her in the midsection and took her down to the mat. Faith grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the mat until the referee came and tried to break it up. She shoved him out of the way, then jumped up to her feet.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"No pulling on the hair!"

"Bite me!" She shoved him, then turned back to Victoria, who was already on her feet and coming at her. Victoria caught her in the midsection with a boot, then shoved her head under her arm. A DDT, and Faith was down. She rolled slowly onto her back, and Victoria was quickly back up.

Victoria hooked Faith's legs and dropped back, catapulting Faith into the ropes. She was caught hard against the neck and rebounded off. She turned, holding her throat, and Victoria backed her up into the rings with a flurry of forearm shots. Faith bounced against the ropes as Victoria grabbed her arm and sent her flying across the ring. Faith ducked the clothesline on her way back, but on the second round, was caught in the chest. She landed hard on the mat.

Through fluttering eyelids, she saw Victoria gyrating. Faith waited until Victoria was jumping up to roll out of the way. Victoria landed hard on her stomach and Faith got to her feet. She went for her, grabbing her by the hair, then stopped as her insides started to churn. She hunched over and groaned, but didnt' let go of her hair. She didn't know what was going on. She could count on one hand the number of times this had happened in the last year, but none had been quite so hard.

Faith did her best to shake it off. For a quick second, her vision went into slow motion. She blinked until her sight was normal, and everything was fine. However, she couldn't fight off the urge to look around her. That feeling was something... She knew it wasn't sickness, but whatever it was, it was definitely something. An instinct told her to be on her guard, but for the moment, her guard would have to wait. She had a match to finish.

Still holding Victoria's hair, she turned their bodies until her back was to her. She dropped Victoria hard on the mat, then jumped back up. She saw Victoria moving, knowing that the taller woman would be back on her feet soon. Faith edged to the far end of the ring and waited. When Victoria was almost vertical, Faith started her back flips across the ring. When she was in front of Victoria, her legs gripped her around the waist. In a handstand, she lifted her opponent with her legs, locking them around her waist, and tossed her over her head.

Victoria landed with a bouncing thud. Faith dropped flat on the mat and scurried across the ring. She hooked Victoria's leg and rolled onto her back. The referee counted and when his hand hit the mat for the third time, Faith jumped up and shouted her victory. The referee came over and lifted her arm. Her hand was only up for a second when she jerked away from him and ran to the ropes.

The fans hated her, and she'd never felt so good to be so hated. That meant they would talk about her. They would curse her. And yet, they would go straight to the website the following week when her t-shirt hit the market. This wasn't an undeserving hatred. She had worked hard to get so much animosity towards her and she planned to revel in it.

Faith flipped over the top rope and landed in a cat-like stance on the floor beside the ring, crouched with her legs apart and fingertips trailing the thin mats that lined the floor. She rose slowly and stared at the crowd. Instantly, the feeling from before came back and she found herself looking around. Something was near, something that she was supposed to be careful of, something she was supposed to... fight?

The thought seemed odd, yet at the same time, natural. She felt like a hunter and her prey was waiting for her somewhere in the crowd. Every other time she'd gotten that feeling, it had passed within minutes, and nothing ever came of it. This time, however, she was almost positive that she would be getting into some kind of trouble that night. She was also very confident that she'd have a damn good time doing it, too. Though, not as good a time as she'd just had in the ring.