A/n: Thanks a bunch to everyone who has read and reviewed, and subscribed this story, it makes me feel so awesome that you guys are actually interested and that just keeps me going to thanks a bunch for that, so don't stop now please :) The lyrics mentioned in this chapter are 'Hot 'N' Cold' by Katy Perry.
Disclaimer: I only own Fate and the plot. Everything else belongs to the founders of TNA, who I think is Jeff Jarret, and whoever the hell is in involved with founding TNA.
Okay so if I didn't want to be a wrestler before, I sure as hell definitely don't want to be one now! Training was killer, and I really mean I could have possibly died trying to do some of that crap!
It had been a whole week since we first started our daily, five-hour long training sessions back in Tampa. We'd learned most of the basics like how to correctly stand on the turnbuckles without falling off, and all that simple stuff, but now we were moving onto the essentials, a.k.a actual combat. Our trainer for the past two days had been teaching us how to correctly fall onto the matt when being on the receiving end of a body slam, powerslam, or something like that. Whilst almost every other girl in training was able to follow his orders down to a T, and fall flat on their back like instructed, I had to be the odd girl out and every time he slammed me fear kicked in and I twisted causing my side to take the impact which sent a serious jolt of pain through my body every time my body hit the matt.
During our stay in Tampa at the hotels our trainer had assigned us partners, not only for training but to share a room with also, apparently this week just wasn't my week since I had the shit luck of being stuck partnered with Leslie to train with, who I might add wasn't the least bit shy of giving me a hard nudge, or a 'innocent' pat on the back whenever she was around to add to my misery, and anguish. God, where was a two-story house falling from the sky when you actually needed one?
Thankfully, tonight we were returning back to Orlando for tonight's tapping of Impact! And there would be no actual wrestling, or strenuous actions required, hopefully, but no one was at ease since tonight was our first elimination and one of us would be packing our bags and heading home shy of a TNA contract, and a hundred-thousand dollars richer. I didn't want to really be here in my heart of hearts, and I knew it was wrong for me to possibly be staying and taking away one of these girls life-long dream, but in my mind I was pleading that I didn't get the boot tonight for self esteem purposes, being the first eliminated wasn't exactly something I could go home and have framed for my trophy case. Even chatterbox Ryley hadn't been her usual spunky, perky self tonight, she had actually been pretty quiet our entire ride back to Orlando for the show, Leslie on the other hand was just full of confidence that she was staying along with Amber after tonight's elimination, and they were picking out girls who they thought would be getting kicked off tonight. I'll give ya three guesses on who their first choice was on who was getting the boot tonight.
The ten of us were currently once again shoved up in our locker room as we waited patiently for our segment on tonight's show to begin, watching the other matches taking place tonight on the television while we waited. We still hadn't been informed for the one's that survived eliminations tonight exactly what our first challenge would be, hopefully it wouldn't be something to psychical since I really wasn't psychically ready to take someone down just yet, and definitely not any of these other girls since I sure a good few of them could still kick my ass.
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
Instantly upon hearing that ring tone sounding from my blackberry inside my purse, I grabbed my tiny handbag and quickly darted out of the locker room mutter a, "bathroom," to Ryley and Frankie before I shot out into the hall and removed my phone from my purse before I placed it gently up to my ear.
"Dad what the hell! Why are you calling me when we are in the same building?" I demanded in hushed, yet vicious tone into the phone.
"Sorry but I couldn't just come in and see you, and I wanted to wish you good luck with tonight's elimination, if you survive Kurt and I are gonna take you out for a celebratory dinner how's that sound?" Kevin mused from across the line, I could somehow feel the smile that I knew was plastered across his face.
"Sure, that won't raise any unwanted attention," I muttered sarcastically.
"Come on Fate, I haven't spent nearly any time with you since you've been here and I wanna make up for that," he replied almost pleading.
"Dad, you haven't spent time with me in over three years, you wanna make up for that you..." okay, so that was a little below the belt, "... I'm sorry. Okay, dinner... If I make it, sounds great. What time, and where?"
"Great!" He exclaimed loudly into my ear, did he not now his voice was really deep? "Actually I'll call you after the elimination to tell you, and even if you do get eliminated I'm still taking you to dinner, I do wanna make up for those three years,"
For the first time ever when speaking to my dad I smiled genuinely. "That sounds great, I'll talk you you later?"
"You got it, bye,"
"Bye dad."
I hung up the phone and slipped it back into my purse before walking back into our locker room with that stupid smile still on my face as I returned to my spot on the couch beside Ryley, and Frankie who were both giving me a confused look I'm guessing as to why I was smiling so hard.
"My dad called," I clarified and that smiled and nodded before returning to the Vogue magazine they had picked up and attracted their attention.
As I tried to focus on what was going on in the magazine as well myself, as well as the rest of the girls gasped as suddenly a body came flying into the room his blonde hair whipping to the side as he whirled around and slammed the door closed behind him. Obviously he didn't know this was our locker room either since his face was full of shock once he turned around.
"Oh... I'm guessing that this isn't the supply closet," he laughed looking over the ten of us who just each looked at him with confused eyes. "Well let me introduce myself, my name is----"
"Josh! I know your in here man so open the door!.. Joshua!" A loud voice suddenly bellowed from the opposite side of the door, along with loud banging as well.
"Crap, hey is there anywhere to hide in here?" The blonde who's name was apparently Joshua asked searching frantically around the room.
"Um, well there's another close over there but---" before Frankie could finish Josh quickly winked at her and flew over to the closet and stepped inside closing the door after him.
Whilst he hide the man who was on the opposite side of the door apparently wasn't giving up since his constant banging on the door was beginning to give me a headache, and none of the other girls weren't going to do anything about it apparently since none of them moved an inch. I rolled my eyes before painfully once again pushing myself off the couch and walking over to the door.
"You son of a bi--... of, your not Josh..." the dark-haired confused man standing in the doorway pointed out as he looked me over.
"Obviously not, can I help you with something?" I asked with a little attitude since he was in fact the cause of my current migraine.
"Nah I was just looking for my friend... but apparently this isn't the supply closet so I'm guessing he's not here. And you are?" He asked giving me a strange look with one of his dark eyebrows cocked.
"Fate Heartfield," I introduced with a smile, only to be returned with another gorgeous smile, from this very attractive man who once again I couldn't match his name with his face, but what really kept my attention besides his handsome features was the tiny black paint mark under his right eye. It was very peculiar.
"Patrick Martin, a.k.a Alex Shelley. I'm surprised you didn't know that, you are one of the Knockout Lookout competitors right?" He questioned after shaking my hand.
"Yeah, that means I have to know who you are?" I joked causing him to laugh.
"Ah, funny. I like that. Well hey if you see my idiot friend, he's blonde, about 6'0, really annoying, yeah tell him I'll see him in our match tonight alright?" He asked giving me another smile.
I returned with a smile and nodded, "sounds cute, I'll make sure he gets the message,"
Patrick laughed and nodded giving me a wave, and peaking inside the door at the other girls who he gave the same wave before he walked off down the hallway, and I didn't move away, or take my eyes off of him until he was completely out of sight turning down the hall before I closed the door and turned back into the room closing the door behind me.
As soon as I closed the door, Joshua came out of the closet- okay maybe not the best choice of words but you guys know what I mean- and walked over planting himself down on the sofa beside the starstruck Frankie who's mouth gaped as he turned to her and smiled.
"Thanks for covering for me," he spoke directed towards me. I smiled and nodded still thinking about his attractive friend that just walked before taking a new spot on the edge of the sofa since Josh was currently planed in my seat.
"So what was that all about?" I asked wanting to know what was actually going on.
"Well..." Josh began, "I was doing a few reps in the gym before my match with Pat tonight against Jimmy Rave, we're scheduled to win thank god, so anyways Pat let me borrow his favorite new iPod since I like to listen to tunes when I work out, I was splashing water on my face to get me pumped and I guess some must have got into the circuits in his iPod and, well... I think you girls can figure out what happened after that," Josh clarified.
"Wow, brutal," Frankie responded softly and Josh nodded in agreement.
"So, I'm guessing you two aren't the closet of friends...?" Ryley asked.
"What? Nah Pat is my best bud, we've been best friends for years, and we've been wrestling together for over half my career here in TNA. Sometimes we just have our... little disagreements,"
"Wow, you guys sound more like a married couple if that was a, little disagreement," Leslie laughed causing me to roll my eyes, I just hated the sound of her voice, hopefully I wouldn't have to deal with it much longer.
"Hetero-life-mates," Josh laughed before glancing over to the tiny clock on the wall, "crap! I've gotta go get ready for my match, and you guys are scheduled up right after us, I wish each of you ladies luck alright? Later!"
We all waved as the blonde quickly pushed himself up from the sofa and walked towards the door, checking around outside in the hallway to make sure it was safe before he waved to us one final time and was off once again leaving the ten of us alone waiting for our segment to being.
"Wow did Chris Sabin pull out a big one here tonight with that amazing win over Jimmy Rave!"Don West praised from his spot beside Mike Tenay at their commentators table as the music for the duo of Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley blared over the impact! Zone after his intense match.
The screen the cut away from Chris and Alex who were exiting the six-sided ring, onto a promo of the Knockout Lookout competition from previous week signaling that it was time for us to make our way out towards the tunnels- we entered through the face tunnel of course- since our slot was beginning.
Everyone was trying to stay positive, Ryley had even started up her chatter again, still gushing about her encounter with the, and I quote, "hunk-a-burnin-love" Chris Sabin. That was enough to severely lift her moods even with tonight's elimination finally upon us.
As we made our way to the entrance to the tunnel, Jamar was already out there about to introduce us, we once again passed by numerous superstars signed to the company standing around the back, once again all of there eyes watching us as we walked by, this time deciding who wouldn't be coming back for another week after tonight.
I tried to ignore each of them keeping my held held high, and my shoulders back but my eyes suddenly caught a pair of hazel one's and I instantly felt a little shy as he walked by alongside two other men, both shorter than him. Once he saw me a smirk formed across his face which caused me to freeze up.
"Good luck out there," he whispered as 'About A Girl' began blaring over the arena and the crowd cheered as Jay Lethal began calling out our names to introduce us. "I'm rooting for you."
Oh crap, just what I need, butterflies. Damn him!