Sadie Niall parked her beat up '89 Chevy truck in the parking lot, taking a deep breath before she turned off the engine. There was a reason why she had stuck around with the truck for so long, and it was finally paying off. The moment she saw it, she knew it would be something special to her, something that she would always have. The cheap price and low milage sort of helped when it came to the final descision, and when it came down to this moment, she definitly wouldn't be where she is if it weren't for ol' Chevy.

176,275 kilometres was read on the odometre. 176,275 kilometres of desire, determination, passion and pain. She looked in the rearview mirror to check her hair one last time, making sure it was how she hoped to be; straight, long, and plain, just how she liked it. The dark brown colour fell past her shoulders and down to the centre of her back, covering up the bare flesh from her black halter top. The jean mini skirt stopped at mid thigh with the silver chains going perfectly through the loops and holding it up just below her hips so it wouldn't fall any lower. With black flip flops on her feet that showed off the small tattoo of a red maple leaf on her left ankle, she looked down at her neatly painted toes that she painted the night before, just for this occasion.

The day was finally here and she was paralyized with exictement in her seat.

Slowly, her hand wrapped around the silver door handle, gripping it as tight as she could. With a small nudge from her shoulder, the door opened abruptly which was expected thanks to the rusty door hinges. Sadie put both of her feet on the ground to make sure she was steady before she stood up straight and slammed the door shut. With her purse over her shoulders and sunglasses on her face, she smiled the biggest smile she could manage, knowing that all of her hard work had paid off.

The walk from her Chevy to the building lasted a whole five minutes, even though it should've taken at least thirty seconds, forty-five tops. But once she got to the building and curled her manicured hand around the handle, she pulled it as hard as she could...and the door didn't budge.

Pulling th door towards herself again, she yanked as hard as she could, stumbling backwards and falling to the ground. Quickly picking herself up from the ground and dusting off her skirt, she took a deep breath and reached for the door one more time. Carefully gripping it, she pulled it towards her again, experiencing the same problem, including falling back down on the ground.

Frustrated, she took off her sunglasses and put them in her purse, determined to beat this door. When her hand was on the door handle for the last time, a much larger hand was placed on top of hers, startling her. "Can I show you something? The door is a bit tricky..."

"Oh...sure!" Sadie backed away while the much larger man put his own hand around the handle and simply pushed it away from him.

"See, the tricky thing is, you have to push it, not pull," he explained, holding the door open for her while the taller guy that was with him stiffed back a laugh. With her face turning a deep shade a red, Sadie mumbled a quick thank you and entered the building, quickly placing the sunglasses on her face to hide her embarassment.

Walking to the front desk, she placed her purse in front of her and took out her wallet, showing the securtary the letter she received in the mail just a few weeks earlier. With her hand shaking as she tried to stuff it in her skirt pocket, she fiddled around with the things in her purse; car keys, breath mints, Starburst wrappers...

"There seems to be a problem, Miss," the securatry said quietly. "Mrs. Carter doesn't have you in her schedual today..."

Placing her elbow on the front desk, Sadie leaned her head into the palm of her hand with a sigh. "But she has to, it says right there on the letter," she moaned. "Ma'am, I've already had a bad day. Please, if you could ask Mrs. Carter to squeeze me in there somehow, because it is supposed to be for today..."

"Is there a problem?" An older woman in a business suit came out, her heels clicking against the tile floor. Sadie picked up her head from her hand and stuffed the letter back in her purse, keeping her head down.

"I'm sorry I bothered you," she whispered to the secutary as she made her way towards the difficult doors, throwing her hip to the glass to push the door open, only to have a loud thud echo in the building. Trying three more times, she finally fell to the ground in a heap of sobs, realizing that all the hype she convinced herself that she was in her old Chevy just simply wasn't meant to be.

With her past in her mind, she tried to block out everything around her and tried to focus on what she thought had brought her here. The countless miles, the numerous injuries, the lousy pay cheques...all of that was supposed to add up to today. But all it added up to was making herself seem like a fool in front of the people that were originally going to help change her life.

She wiped away the tears as the fell from her brown eyes, not wanting them to be noticable, but it was too late for that. All Sadie could feel was a pair of calloused hands reach underneth her arms and help her up, slowly guiding her down the hall.

A strong arm was wrapped around her shoulder as they helped her walk, even though she had no idea where she was going, or who was helping her. She was in an unknown city with unknown people and was wearing her sunglasses indoors; but if they were willing to help her walk, then sureley they couldn't have been too bad.

Gently being seated on a chair, she placed her elbows on top of her bare kness and sunk her head back into her hands and cried. She moved her sunglasses, putting them on top of her head while she wiped away the running masscara and smudged eyeshadow. The arm that was around her shoulders when she was being helped into the room was now gently rubbing her back, calming her just a little bit.

Wiping her eyes for the last time, she finally looked up at the person that was sitting beside her mouthing a thank you. His soft features showed a smile in return as he held his arms out open, inviting her for a hug. When her arms were thrown around his neck, she smiled as she looked across the room, realizing how silly this seemed. She didn't even know the guy, but he has already offered her comfort and safety at her most embarassing moment, and he hasn't made a big deal out of it.

"Thanks," she thanked him again as she pulled away. "You're far too kind to even stop and consid..."

"Don't worry about it," he replied with a shrug, the smile never leaving his face. His light brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail, showing off his goatee and strong jaw line. His brown eyes were sincere and sensitive, showing no signs of selfishness or having a large ego. "Petey Williams," he introduced himself, sticking out his hand.

"Sadie Niall." She reached her hand out to shake his hands, continuing to smile.

"Oh! You're Sadie! I've heard about you. Are you here to sign with TNA?" he asked, helping her stand up from the chair.

"I was supposed to, but I guess I got the date wrong..." she began to search through her purse for the letter before Petey's hand reached out and stopped her.

"You are. The securatary is new, it's her first day on the job. Dixie asked myself, Scott D'amore, and Bobby Rode to come on by, something about you working with us. Are you Canadian?"

"Yeah, I grew up in Toronto," she answered as Petey showed her the way back to the front office.

"That's awesome. Man, you're so going to fit in," he said excitedly once they entered the office. "Scott, Bobby, this is Sadie. She's signing with TNA today." The colour from Sadie's face left as she stared across the office, eye to eye with the larger man (Scott) that opened the door for her earlier and the taller guy (Bobby) that laughed at her for nothing being able to do such a simple task.

Blushing, Sadie stuck out her hand to meet Scott's. "Nice to meet you," she mumbled, her face still red. With a shrug, Scott said the same thing as she shook Bobby's hand.

"I hope you aren't a liability to our team," Bobby spoke deeply, gripping onto her hand harder than he already was. Feeling her stomach drop, Sadie released her grip from his hand, stuffing it into her pocket as soon as he let go.

She looked up at Petey, his frame towering over her 5'3" stature. While she was almost certin Petey would look out for her, Bobby seemed to be a different story. He didn't seem like the over protective brother, or someone that wanted to even be there at the moment; more like he didn't want anyone else to join Team Canada because they're established enough.

When the woman from before in the business suit arrived, Sadie, Petey and Bobby all took a seat on one of the chairs in front of the large desk that was before them while Scott stayed behind them standing with a hand placed on the back of Sadie's and Petey's chair.

"Thank you for being able to meet me today," the woman started off, nodding towards Sadie's direction. "Sorry about earlier, she's the new securtary and it's her first day. But, now that's over with, I would like to introduce myself, I'm Dixie Carter, producer of Total Non-Stop Action, and let me be the first to tell you how glad we are to have you here to sign with us today." She smiled acknowledgley at Sadie, who smiled back. "We have viewed your tapes and we here at TNA think you would be an incredible asset to our company. How long have you been wrestling in the independent circut?"

"I wrestled for about a year, then I was out with an...injury for 14 months. Then I moved to Japan and have been wrestling there since."

"Good thing we got a hold of her before that other company did," Scott mentioned with a laugh, giving Sadie a reassuring rub on the shoulder. Looking up at Scott, Sadie gave a small smile before looking back down at her hands, nervously folding them in her lap.

"Alright Miss. Niall, Scott and I aren't going to beat around the bush. We want you to start right away and be a member of Team Canada. You'll be managing mostly in the beginning, but when we can get you to wrestle, we will. When can you start?"

Startled, Sadie cleared her throat to speek, but nothing came out. When she tried again, it wasn't any louder than a whisper, "whenever you need me."

Smiling, Dixie placed a pen and paper in front of Sadie. "There's your contract. At the moment, it isn't very big, but like I said, it will get bigger when you get a bigger role yourself. It's for a year at the moment, but I can't see why we won't be signing you later for a better deal. So what do you say, Miss. Niall?" Dixie shoved the contract and pen closer to Sadie, "can we welcome you to the TNA family?"

Picking up the pen in her left hand, she placed the tip on the dotted line and did the giant, cursive S that her Dad never approved of and the rest of her sloppy signature, dotting the I in her last name with a heart. Putting the pen at the top of the contract, she smiled a big smile to the woman across from her and shook her hand, feeling the paralyizing excitement she felt in her Chevy before she had the courage to actually move out of the drivers seat and begin her embarassing day.

When she walked out of the office building with her sunglasses on her face and the confident smile she had when she walked in, the first thing she wanted to do was call her him so she could hear how proud he was of her once she got back to her hotel room.

But when a hand grabbed her arm and stopped her in her tracks, she turned around instead, coming face to face with Petey.

"So, Team Canada member, you wanna grab a drink with the rest of the team? Just at the hotel down the street, you can get to know Eric and Alistar, they're pretty cool..." His hands were shoved in his pockets and his eyes were looking around the parking lot, shifting from her to a stone on the ground.

"Yeah, sure, that sounds alright," she answered. Petey smiled as his response as he gave her quick directions to where the bar was before he made his way over to the car where Scott and Bobby were waiting for him at.

Getting into her Chevy, she opened up her purse for her keys, but her eye caught her cell phone. Holding it in the palm of her hand, Sadie deicded to put it back in her purse.

He didn't have to know yet.

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