Take A Chance
Note: All I own are Lana Crimson and Jaycie Jordans along with one of my friends who also used their names for stories on Fanfiction. Read her stories too! I do not own any wrestlers that may come up, I do not own the general manager or any announcer people or any one else from TNA.
Jaycie was pacing outside of the hotel when it came to 7:30pm Monday night. "Where the hell is she?"
"You've been pacing like that for the last 45 minutes, you're going to put a hole into the ground. Something wrong?" Jaycie turned to see AJ with a slight worried look on his face.
"Yeah, I'm just waiting for Lana," Jaycie sighed.
"May I ask what happened to her? Not that I truly care, but I know she's your friend and all. What'd she do, ditch you?" AJ scoffed.
"No, she didn't ditch me. And just because you don't get along with her doesn't mean that you can talk about her like that to me. I for one, am her friend," Jaycie snapped.
AJ put up his hands in defense, "Sorry."
Jaycie sighed, "No, I'm sorry. Lana has been gone since Wednesday night. I'm starting to get worried."
"You shouldn't worry about me, there's no use in it," Jaycie turned to Lana's voice. Lana was standing out of the sunroof in her neon yellow boxcar, smiling at Jaycie with her sunglasses on.
"Lana!" Jaycie exclaimed. "What the hell? You brought your car here?"
"If you really think that I was going to drive around that piece of shit, you're crazy," Lana almost laughed.
"But…you…how…"
"I went home, took care of some things, and drove it here, Jaycie. Not that hard, but…" Lana hopped out of the top of her car and jumped down. "I do have a surprise for you."
"What…" Jaycie didn't have time to finish before a black car appeared around the corner. "Lana?"
Lana smiled, "Happy Birthday!"
"What?"
"Happy Birthday, silly!"
"There is no way you got me a car," Jaycie was mesmerized buy the car stopped in front of her.
"There is a way, and it happened. Come on," Lana dragged Jaycie toward the car. "It's a 2006 Black Chrysler Crossfire STR6 Roadster Convertible."
The man driving the car got out and handed the keys to Lana, Lana handed him some money and a plane ticket, "Merci." He nodded before walked off.
"She speaks French?" AJ asked.
"German," Lana laughed. "Some French, barely any Spanish. I speak Australian and can pull off almost any accent."
AJ warily looked at Lana.
"It's true," Jaycie vowed for her friend. "All she can say in Spanish is, hello, goodbye, friend, thank you, why, because, and 'May I use the bathroom.'"
"Anyway," Lana got them back on track. She opened the door and went to hold down a button. "This button brings the house down, everything else is pretty much self explanatory."
"You mean the hood?" AJ asked.
"House, hood, tomato, tomoto."
"Lana…" Jaycie had tears in her eyes.
"You hate it," Lana stated.
"No, God no! You…me…car. Why?" she finally managed to get out.
"Well…I though this was a good way to say thank you."
"For what? You're the one always helping me, remember?"
"True, but you're the only one that's stayed my friend through the good and bad. And we know there's been a lot of bad. So I just wanted to say thank you," Lana explained as she handed Jaycie the keys. "She's all yours."
"Take her for a ride with me," Jaycie jumped up and down.
"Nah ah, I've been driving for almost two days and I want to go to training tonight. I'm going to lie down for a while. But I'm sure P.I.T.A. won't mind going with you," Lana patted AJ as she walked away smiling.
"What does that mean?" AJ asked.
"Nothing," Jaycie smiled through clenched teeth. "Want to go for a ride?"
"Umm…" AJ scratched the back of his neck before looking up at the sky, it was a beautiful day out and he had nothing else to do. "Sure," he shrugged.
"Awesome!" Jaycie got into the car and drove off with AJ in the passenger seat.
Lana approached her hotel suite and tried to open her door. "This can not be happening," the door wouldn't accept her card.
She shook the door handle a bit when all of a sudden the door opened; she jumped back a bit. "Can I help you?" it was Christopher Daniels.
"Umm…yeah. Why are you in my hotel room?" Lana asked, dumbfounded.
"I think you're at the wrong room number," he almost laughed.
Lana glared at Daniels, "I'm pretty damn sure that I know where my own room is."
"Cool it, Crimson, let me see your card," before Lana could protest, he snatched the card out of her hand. "See," he pointed at the card. "I'm in 112, you're in 121. They're in totally opposite ends," he laughed.
Lana threw her head back in tiredness and heavily sighed.
"It's OK, anyone could make that mistake."
Lana glared and started walking down the hall.
Daniels rolled his eyes and walked back into his room.
Lana forced herself to finish her bench presses that night. She put the bar back to its resting spot and pretty much passed out, but she was still conscious.
"Didn't think I'd be seeing you back here anytime soon," Daniels entered the gym.
Lana sighed, "Just some peace and quiet would be nice for once," she muttered. She sat up and glared at Daniels, "What do you want?"
"Do you want a partner?"
"What?"
"A trainer."
"No."
"Why not? I can teach you high-flying stunts and other things."
"Not interested."
"Too bad."
"Excuse me?"
"Zybysco was hooking up whatever newbies we got with a trainer, and you're stuck with me. So get used to the idea. We start tomorrow night."
Lana let out a muffled scream as Daniels walked away in triumph.
"Get back up," AJ ordered Jaycie.
Jaycie pouted as she stood up from trying to drop kick AJ. "You know, we could just go back to weight lifting."
"Not if you expect to stay in the ring and win. You have to learn how to do high-flying stunts without hurting yourself in the process. You need to learn how to land properly and connect with them properly to keep momentum up in the ring," AJ clarified.
"OK, ok…" Jaycie sighed.
"Try again."
Jaycie groaned.
"You know, if you would put 100 in the whole time, you might have had this down by now. But if you keep moping around like you are, you're going to get no where fast."
"Lana's right, you are a P.I.T.A," Jaycie muttered.
"And for clarification, that would be…?"
"Pain in the ass," Jaycie smiled.
AJ glared at her.
"Hey, it's Lana's nickname for you, not mine. So get that cat out of your ass and be nice," Jaycie drop-kicked AJ perfectly, connecting with him squarely in the jaw. "How's that for your 100?"
AJ lay on the ground a bit before hopping up and rubbing his jaw, "Not bad. Let's see you do it again."
"Why the hell am I learning the peley so early?" Lana asked as she got up from trying the kick about ten times already.
"You've already shown me you know how to drop kick and other high flying stunts, why not just stun the audience when you get into the ring?" Daniels explained.
"Whatever, Daniels," Lana sighed.
"Whatever, Crimson," Daniels mocked.
Lana shot him a glare.
"Now try again and give 110."
"I always give 110"
"Obviously not, so try again."
Lana grumbled as she braced herself for another fall to the ring floor. She hopped up and popped her leg up as Daniels grabbed it, causing her to hit the ring harder than normal. "What the hell was that for?"
"Knock some sense into you."
"Go to hell."
"Been there and back again."
Lana got up and hopped out of the ring.
"Where do you think you're going?" Daniels asked, following her.
"I'm taking a break."
"Did I say you could take one?"
"Did I ask?"
"Get back in the ring and work on your pathetic kick until I say so."
"What if I don't want to."
"Who asked you what you wanted? I don't care what you want. I'm your damn trainer and you will work as hard as you possibly can until I say you can leave."
"Yeah, that really doesn't work too well with me. Thanks though," Lana grabbed her messenger bag and was about to leave, just to have her arm grabbed by Daniels and to be spun around to face him.
"Do not think for even a second that I enjoy wasting my time training you when I could be learning new tricks to better myself in the ring. I made a damn commitment to be your trainer and if I can put up with you, I think you can put up with me," he said through clenched teeth.
Lana ripped her arm out of Daniels grip, "Never, ever, touch me again unless we're connecting up in the ring, go it?"
Daniels backed away from Lana; her look right then could kill.
"I'll be back in ten damn minutes to work on your stupid kick."
Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing! I appreciate all the feedback, although I'd like a lot more than I'm getting! I hope you like this chapter. I kind of lost inspiration for a bit and then this just popped into my head. I know where I'm going with the story, I just don't exactly know how to get there. So I apologize in asvance if things start to get weird or boring or stupid.
The one and only,
Carly K.