The last time I was in a gym was on my last day at my old school. Everyone had this big celebration saying goodbye to me with parting gifts and a big party. I played at least 10 games of Dodgeball, and let me tell ya, I rock at Dodgeball! So I never was really in a real gym. I only looked into one by my old house. So when I stepped into Gold's Gym with my Dad for some training, I almost ran out the door. The people in here were so chiseled I wondered why they were still working out! I looked down at my own body. Size 9 jeans, size L for shirts (mostly because of my big boobs). I felt so nervous being around all these people. Then I remembered that A. my Dad expected me to get into the ring with him for at least 6 hours of the day and 2. I didn't get to eat breakfast. So I stood at the training ring watching my Dad going back and forth on the ropes. He threw me a pair of clothes.

"You gotta change sweetheart. Otherwise it's hard to wrestle in jeans."

"You do it."

"Because they don't hug me or anything. Their loose everywhere. The locker room is right through that door."

I nodded and went in. It was a pretty dark room. Not very many lights. If there were any, they were all out. I put on the clothes and looked in the mirror. Pink shorts with a light pink beater. I started to get self conscious of myself. I didn't look half like the girls in here. I sighed and walked out. My dad was in the shorts he had been wearing all day and no shirt. If he wasn't my Dad and I saw him in a gym like this, I would pass out. But it seemed normal to me. And trust me, it was creepy. I got into the ring, making sure to avoid my Dad's swings into the air. He finally noticed I was in the ring.

"OK! First things first. You stretch, then we do a couple laps around the track. Then we do some crunches, 500's,squats, push ups, pull ups, some more laps around the track, then we start."

My jaw dropped. We do all of this before I actually step into the ring? My Dad saw my expression and smiled.

"It's all the start of being a wrestler sweetheart."

So! After what seemed like a million laps, 100 crunches, 500 500's, 300 squats, 80 push ups, 30 pull ups, and 5 near death-experiences, we were finally done with that! I fell back down onto the mat, panting like a very hot dog on a summer day. My Dad, somehow, was still jumping up and down with energy! My Dad grabbed my arm and pulled me up. He had to run to the back of me to catch me before I fell.

"OK. Now for the training."

"Yes! Just what I was waiting for!

"We're going to start with the simple headlock. Since I'm way taller then you, I got someone more your height."

And out came Cruiserweight Rey Mysterio! He was 5'6. The height I was. I was so excited I squealed in joy. Rey came in and shook my hand. I skipped that and hugged him.

"OK, so the head lock. Sarah, you're going to first do the simple lock up."

Rey and I locked up. I knew how to do that since my uncle taught me.

"OK good. Now Sarah, I want to twist his left arm out of the way and put your right arm around his neck. When you do, make sure the crease of your elbow is around his head and squeeze as tight as you can."

I did what I was told. Twist and lock is what I called it. Then Rey pushed me off making me bounce off the ropes. I hooked my arms around them. My Dad was sitting in a chair ringside, letting me do whatever! Rey came at me at full speed. I got out of the way and bent down the top rope so Rey would go right over it. I hopped down and grabbed Rey's head.

"Remember! No real punches! Just grace the side of his face!"

I did what I was told. I pushed him back into the ring. I ran off the ropes and did a simple leg drop. Rey started to move out of the way, so I wanted some impact. I bent my leg into an L shape so my foot would hit him instead. Boy did it hit him! I hit him right in the middle of the throat with a lot of impact! He started to hack and cough. He looked at me in shock. I wasn't done that. I kneed him in and stomach and did a DDT. How do I know how to do that? I bought this one book called 'How To Do All Sports Entertainment Moves' by some guy for at least $50. I studied that thing like I had a big test the next day in school! Anyways! He had been down for a while. I finally climbed the top rope. But what do I do? Think Sarah think! I had to mix some gymnastics with wrestling. But how was I going to do that? Then I got it! The move I did with Eddie my first day here! So I did a back flip, double twirl, but mixed it up with an elbow drop. My Dad's jaw just dropped. My Dad ran to the ring like a ref. 1-2-3! I didn't just take out Rey Mysterio! I stood up in shock. My Dad did the same.

"Holy shit."

That was all I could think too. Rey slowly got up. He was holding his stomach.

"Oh my god I'm…."

"Really good! Damn John you got a good one on your hands! I'm fine, don't worry. I've gone through worse, and will go through worse."

He hugged me and walked out. He waved at us. Me and my Dad just stood in the ring alone. The sound of all the exercise machines filled the void. My Dad sighed. I fell to the mat and started to laugh.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Your expression when I did my move! It was priceless!"

"It's definitely something I have never seen. If your going to wrestle, you have to name that move."

"Ummm…I have no clue."

My Dad laid down on the mat next to me. He stared up at the ceiling lights.

"How about…Sar Twist?"

"No…Gone With Your Wind?"

"No. That's just stupid no offense."

For the next 30 minutes, we exchanged ideas. 'Twirl-A-Whirl', 'Make A Wish', and 'Flying High' were some of the ideas that came up. Suddenly my drawing popped into my head.

"Picture Perfect."

My Dad shot up from the mat.

"That's perfect! Picture Perfect…I can see it now. Man that's gonna be devastating!"

I got up slowly and put all my weight against the ropes. My Dad checked the time on the wall clock.

"It's 6:00. You can shower up in the locker room, then when we get home, shower again. Then you can have dinner."

I remembered I was basically starving and on the verge of dying without food. I walked toward the locker room.

"Dad can we stop somewhere and get some food? Like Mickey D's?"

"Mickey D's?"

"McDonalds."

"Oh! No. Your on a diet now. We'll go to Subway."

Eh, good enough. I showered up and got on my clothes. Subway waited! I saw my Dad flirting with the receptionist at the front of the door. I smiled and laughed to myself. I wasn't shocked or anything. I still was trying to figure out why my Dad was still single! He was the hottest man I laid eyes on! But…I didn't really feel that way anymore. Wait, I didn't think he was hot anymore? Why? Probably because thinking you Dad is hot is seriously wrong. Like, if Randy Orton had kids and his little girl liked him that would be wrong. Or not. Randy Orton was pretty hot. That was OK. My phone started to ring when I put my hoodie back on. It was my friend Cassy.

"Hello Cassy."

"Oh my god! I've been trying to get a hold of you all day! Where have you been?"

"Training."

"Training for…"

I think it hit her when he screamed abnormally loud.

"Training! You were training! Oh my god you have to tell me all about it now!"

I looked over at my Dad. He winked at me and motioned for me to go.

"I'll call you back."

"What? Why!"

"I'm hanging out with my Dad."

I hung up the phone and put it in my back jean pocket. I walked out to my Dad's car. We got in and headed to Subway.

"So…you think she's hot?"

"Who, Kelly?" No, she's an old friend. Well, she is, but I would never go out with her!"

"I doubt that."

"What does that mean?"

"I mean, that your bound to go out sometime! I mean, come on! You've probably known each other forever! You have to go out. It's like, a non-written rule in the book of dating."

"And you know this how?"

"My sister hooked up with her best buy friend Trevor. Really good friends and everything!"

"Well we'll see."

We rode all the way to Subway in silence. Good thing this Subway was a drive through. And I was starving! I originally ordered a foot long, but my Dad cut it to a 6-inch. Did he not know I was starving?! Anyways, we headed home, both eating our sandwiches silently.

"Do you really need a mother figure?"

"Dad, stop thinking about Dana."

"I know, I will. But do you?"

I sat there for a while. I don't really know if I did. I guess the divas had become my mothers. They always looked after me and cared for me. Torrie even had "supplies" with her for me. So did I really?

"Not at the moment. Unless you want to me a mom."

My Dad laughed and kissed me on the cheek. When we got home, I forgot about my starvation that still lingered. I said hi and bye to my family and took a long relaxing bath. My body was sore as hell! I finally got into bed and tried to go to sleep. But something was bothering me. I walked to my bathroom and stepped on the scale. 120. I lost weight from that intense session. I tried one of the jeans my grandma bought me. Too big. I put them all in a bag and set them outside the door. I looked over and saw that all my new clothes were sitting my the closet. I had bought size 1 jeans. Don't ask me why. I tried my old ones on. I was probably about a size 7, maybe even 5. I lay in my bed happy. I was getting thinner, and I had a good life. In fact, it was picture perfect.