TITLE: Bittersweet

RATING: PG-13 or T, whichever you prefer

CONTENT: Sensuality, some language, harming of a helpless woman

DISCLAIMER: I own Emily Hollings and no one else.

PLOT: When 23-year old newcomer to TNA, Emily Hollings, is secretly paid by the WWE to take notes on TNA's talent and wrestlers, the roster soon finds out, and they begin to harass her and ask her questions that she can't answer. That is, until, she is saved and falls into a bittersweet relationship with AJ Styles, who must choose between his career and her…

SIDE NOTE: This may sound sappy but it's the best I could do. Ever since I started watching TNA I've always wanted to make an AJ Styles fanfic. Enjoy. :D

"Now," Vince McMahon said, handing Emily Hollings a pen. "I understand you don't work with us, but this whole TNA vs. WWE war has been going on too long now."

Emily played with her fingers. "I feel bad doing this," she said.

"Yes, but if you'd like to make some extra money it's the only way. You're just a new girl to TNA; you don't get paid as that much anyway."

He was right. She loved TNA but they kind of treated her as the underdog. Now McMahon was offering her a simple job: watch, kind of take notes on TNA's management and wrestlers to keep track of them. It seemed kind of lame to her, but to McMahon it seemed genius to spy on TNA like this.

Emily felt guilty doing it. She did need some money but it just felt like she was being greedy. She was scared too, that TNA would find out and she would get fired. She loved her job too much to get fired.

If I love my job, why am I doing this?

She tensioned up a bit while signing the deal with McMahon. What if management didn't find out but the roster did? They would all be mad at her…and there were plenty of dangerous men on the roster for sure.

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Emily walked out of the WWE arena and got to her car. She checked the trunk and, for some reason, the back seat before getting in.

She got in the seat and looked in the mirror. That's what her life was like, make sure you look hot, make an impression, and for God's sake don't get in the wrestler's way. She had light brown hair with a perm; blue eyes, and was small, very thin. She feared one day she'd get too skinny and wouldn't be attractive anymore, because that was her job, to be pretty all the time.

That Thursday there was a TNA show, and Emily went to work. She got out a pen and paper and tuned in to just about everything management was saying. Like that's going to do anything for McMahon, you moron, she thought to herself. Time to take notes on some matches.

Of course, she couldn't go out there without being noticed. And hell no, she didn't want the wrestlers to notice her writing on a piece of paper during a match. They'd think she was writing a poem on them or something.

But then again, there was no other way.

So she went up to the stage. There was a match going on – Christopher Daniels vs. Samoa Joe. Daniels was on the turnbuckle, but he noticed Emily.

"Em?" He called out.

She didn't answer, but went backstage again. She wrote down what she saw and took a breath. She was scared, very scared. How was she going to do this?

She went back up and sat at the edge of the ramp, hiding so they wouldn't see her. The fans and commentators noticed, and by the looks of their faces she knew they were talking about her.

The fans started pointing and yelling at her and Daniels noticed her again. Samoa Joe used the distraction to cheap shot Daniels and make him tap out. Emily gulped, and wondered what his reaction would be later on. Joe stalked up the stage and noticed her hiding. He stopped to look at her for a second, and then went backstage. She followed after him and went to the women's locker room.

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Author's Note: I wanted to write more but didn't have time. Yes, this story is supposed to symbolize that greed gets you nowhere. Hope you guys like it so far.