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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, Dixie Carter I think had something to do with it to so no offense intended to her or Jeff, it's just a fanfic, don't have a cow.

Some beautiful and amazing angel out there must have been looking over me because thankfully I survived tonight's first elimination, and it was touch-and-go there for a second since the girl who got eliminated, the unfortunate Nicole-Marie, was standing right next to me and when our humble host, Jay touched my shoulder in the final second I thought I was a goner, but thankfully he turned over to the bubbly Canadian blonde, who I hadn't gotten to know all that well in her short amount of time here, beside me and delivered the spirit-crushing bad news to her. Is it really bad thing that I'm glad that it was her instead of me getting kicked off tonight?

Also thank god that Frankie and Ryley survived to elimination tonight too, but along with the good also came the bad as that meant that both Leslie and Amber lived to see another week in the competition as well, the little skanks.

So once Nicole-Marie was courteously escorted from the Impact! Zone by company security back through the smokey 'face' tunnel we'd entered through, Jay lead the remaining nine of us down to the famous six-sided ring to compete in the first ever Knockout Lookout Challenge; TNA Trivia.

Thankfully I'd studied enough books based on TNA, and seen enough shows to get myself past the first two rounds, while right off the back three other girls in the competition were eliminated from the game in the first two rounds, and here's the real kicker to make it fun for the entire viewing audience, if you got your question wrong, or didn't answer in amount of time given then you got a lovely little banana cream pie to the face, believe me when I say that there was whipped toppings, and pie crust everywhere.

Unfortunately my hair didn't stay too pie-free for long since Jay asked me something that I hadn't seen on any of the shows, or read in any of the limited amount of books I'd read based on TNA. My question was: "Who was the first TNA superstar to hold the 'World Beer-Drinking champion?"

10 seconds later...

KER-SPLAT!

I was greeted with a face full of creamy goodness when I didn't answer the question in the limited time amount. The crowd seemed to really enjoy all the pie slinging that took place in the ring until finally the only two girls remaining in the game out of some bizarre twist of fate- no pun intended- were Ryley and Amber, the two best friends of the top feuding girls in the entire competition, Leslie had been eliminated just before me in case your wondering, at least I out lasted her.

Thankfully Ryley pulled out victorious in the end receiving immunity from next week's elimination, and personally delivered Amber's pie herself, blind-sighting the stunned red-head as she quickly grabbed the pie from Jay's hand while Amber was still dazed about the fact that she'd lost, she tapped the girl on the shoulder and SPLAT! One for the competition highlight reels as Leslie helped her furious, pie-covered friend from the ring, and myself and Frankie instantly pulled Ryley into a group hug taking the crowd out from our time slot as the titration locate at the head of the tunnels cut to an image Kurt Angle, Booker T, and my father in the locker for their heel stable- yeah I know what face and heel means now- known as, 'Main Event Mafia'.

The girls and I returned to our hotel rooms to get cleaned up after a wild, pie-filled night. Frankie and Ryley had decided to sleep in their own beds tonight which made getting ready for the dinner with Kevin, and Kurt. Dress wear was formal of course so I clad myself into tiny, yet tasteful, little black dress I was able to rummage from my closet. It was soft and smooth with spaghetti straps, and fabric than ran down to just above the knees. If I remembered correctly I bought it with Naomi at a Victoria's Secret store back in Detroit a few months ago, but I had yet to wear it until now.

After receiving four consecutive calls, two from my father, and two from Kurt making sure that I was still coming to dinner tonight I decided that it was finally time to head out and try to call a cab to take me to the restaurant where I would be meeting them for dinner tonight. It was some fancy Italian place a couple blocks from here.

Five or six minutes later I was downstairs in the lobby heading for the front doors, it was almost eight o'clock so I knew getting a cab at this time would be tough but since none of the competitors in the competition hardly had any free time we never had much need to get a rental to get us around town, either we were here for a show, or up in Tampa training, that's it. So getting a taxi at eight o'clock was the only choice I had besides walking those few blocks, and in these shoes, I don't think so.

"Maybe I should call..." I began before I suddenly ran into a brick wall, or at least that's what it felt like when stumbled back and nearly broke the heel on my stiletto. "Ow!" I cried feeling all the bruises I'd gained on my body over the course of the week making themselves known.

As my heel twisted I wasn't able to catch my balance and waited for my body to surely painfully impact with the floor but I suddenly felt a pair of strong hands grab my shoulder, which again hurt but I ignored the pain this time, and keep me steady avoiding that painful collision with the ground.

"Whoa, easy there," I heard an all-too familiar voice ring in my ears, but I was too afraid to open my eyes to confirm my suspicions. "You alright?" He asked.

Reluctantly I opened my eyes and was met with the same pair of hazel peepers that had been haunting me since my first night when the competition began. I sighed and muttered a 'fine' before I tried to walk past him but he gently gripped my wrist causing me to stop and turn back around to face him once more.

"Ever heard of the two words, 'thank you'?" He asked calmly.

"Ever heard of the two words 'domestic abuse'?" I retorted snatching my wrist away from him causing me to wince in pain, I guess I moved to swiftly.

He chuckled and shook his heads before placing his hands on his hips and looking me over, "you know, all the other girls here I get. When I look at each of them I see the same things: want, passion, desire, but when I look at you I don't see any of that, are you even happy here or are you just doing this whole competition for the air-time or something?" He demanded his amused smile instantly fading to a grimace at he looked at me now in repulsion.

I scoffed. "Well excuse the hell out of you, how dare you! You don't know me, you've never met me before in your entire life so don't grab me in the lobby of a hotel and question my reasons for being here because as far as your concerned my only intentions here is the same as all these other girls, to win the competition," I replied now shouting attracting attention from some of the residents and workers in the hotel lobby but neither of us seemed to care.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really," I responded with an eye roll giving him the same look of disgust before I looked down to the tiny watch on my wrist and checked the time. Crap, I was late. Kevin is definitely gonna lay into me about why.

"Got somewhere you have to be?" He asked suddenly, I guess noticing my uneasy look when I looked at my watch.

"As a matter of fact I do, so are we done now?" I asked as I placed my hands on my hips in an impatient manner.

"Yeah, for now. See you around," he responded with a smirk and I returned it with a select finger before whirling around hoping that my currently curly brown hair smacked him in the face as I stormed out the revolving doors of the hotel and out onto the sidewalk to call down a taxi.

The next morning I surprisingly felt a little better. I was still a little livid after my run-in with my possibly soon-to-be co-worker last night but I decided to put that all behind me since thankfully the vans would be arriving a day late and tonight was my last free day to spend before I had to throw myself back into the misery of training.

When I finally arrived ten minutes late to dinner last night, Kevin and Kurt both questioned what brought on my tardiness and I had to make up a lie about it since I really didn't want to tell them about the fact that I was being harassed by one of their co-workers, causing a real-life inside feud in the company wasn't a good way to ensure my place in the competition so I just decided to keep my mouth shut about the real reason I was late.

Once again this morning Kevin was out handling business related to the company, and I think they had an upcoming house show to put on in Wyoming this weekend which of course my ten competitors and I wouldn't attending since we'd be in Tampa training, our segments were only needed for the live shows here in Orlando, Jeff told us that the only time we would be seen on the show outside of the Impact! Zone here, would be at the final round which would take place in Las Vegas, Nevada at the Bound For Glory Pay-Per-View show. Hopefully I would be there to see it, and be crowned the winner but that's a long way off from now to worry about, I only just made it past the first elimination, there was nine more to go before that would happen.

Ryley, Frankie and I were heading out onto the town to go shopping, and have breakfast this morning, just something to un-wind after all the stress from eliminations last night. Frankie text me telling me to meet them outside in five minutes.

I decided on taking the stairs this morning since it would be good exercise, and I didn't wanna risk running into him again in the elevator since I really didn't feel like getting into an argument about my personal agenda this morning. I didn't know what upset me more, the fact that he was actually accusing me of having a private agenda about being here, or the fact that he was right about said agenda in question. Who the hell did he think he was, Madam Cleo? He had no right in questioning my reasons of being here even if his suspicions were dead on.

Maybe the fact that Ryley, Frankie, heck in Leslie really wanted to be here in their hearts did show up in their eyes and smiles. Could others see me for being just the big phony that I am too? Well obviously not or else it would have been me going home last week, maybe it was just a trait that the superstars in the industry spot in potentials, but thinking back I don't really think Patrick saw that in me when I met him, speaking of Patrick I actually haven't seen him around since last night, I'd seen a couple other superstars around the hotel since they were all apparently staying here as well, but Patrick and Joshua were nowhere to be found.

I made my way through the final stairway and into the lobby and I thought that I was about to die, I'd obviously forgotten that I stayed all the way up on the twelfth floor. My breathing was heavy and raspy as I slumped over resting my hands on my knees and staring down blankly at the floor as I tried to regain myself.

"Wow, a little outta shape there aren't you?"

Oh my god! You have got to be kidding me!

"Not... now.... you.... asshole!" I panted choking out the last word as I returned to standing up straight and I glared at him burning holes into those hazel eyes before I returned to my slouched over position to continue to regain my strength.

"Ouch, well I guess I did deserve that," he responded with a chuckle.

"Yeah," I responded glancing up to him for a quick second, "you did."

I didn't see the real reason why he'd made me the object of his suspicious in the first place, I mean I put on a good charade as this Fate Heartfield, the simple girl from Detroit who dreamed of being taken serious in the women's division of wrestling since she saw famous, dignified women such as Chyna, Trish Stratus, and Amy Dumas set the line for there to even be a women's division. It was the whole background story Kevin gave me, but I'd seen a few past matches from all the retired women and they actually were really good, nothing like the talentless show-candy they have in the WWEnow, which is why I'm here in TNA. But back to the task at hand for the moment.

"Actually," he began rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I was just hoping that maybe we could start over with a clean slate, I mean we could possibly be working together one day if you survive this competition and I don't want there to be any animosity between myself and such a pretty young lady so---

"Hi, I'm Fate Heartfield nice to meet you...." I trailed off deciding to finally cut off his seemingly never-ending rambling as I extended my hand to him and gave him a look expecting him to shake and tell me his name as well since I still didn't know it. Maybe starting over would be good for us, It'd give me less reason to hate him... hopefully, I don't think he is truly the same asshole that I knew before, if we were going to start over now, we were going to do it right this time.

He smiled as he gently took my hand in his and completely took my by surprise as he slowly lifted it up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles causing my knees to grow a little weak, and my cheeks to flush a bright red as he released my hand and smiled.

"Matt Morgan."