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08-21-09

Dear Diary,

So things are getting a little better here I guess. Leslie is still a bitch set out to make my time here a living hell along with Amber, but other than that everything is pretty much honky-dory. Ryley and Frankie have both been great, they help me out in training when my partneris hell bent on destroying me, I even learned how to actually deliver a standing dropkick, it was awesome!

This week we worked mostly on diverse forms of grappling, headlocks, arm wrenches, and other stuff like that. I can't believe how fast everything was winding down now, eight girls left and soon it will only be seven, I my look completely confident on the outside, but on the inside I'm really quite terrified. But hey, it's not like I really want the stupid job anyways, it's just something that Kevin is making me do.... totally.

Speaking of Kevin, things between he and I are actually going pretty well. He calls me on a regular to check-in, he buys me little things occasionally and sends them to me secretly, like yesterday I got this gorgeous charm bracelet from him, I only take it off when I bathe.

He really is trying to make up for those three years when I hear for him, or see him unless it was on Spike! from 9-to-11. I guess he was finally getting what he always wanted; a child in the business. I bet he was banking on me being a boy but my mom is just full of surprises... God I hope Kevin is really my dad....

"Ooh! That is definitely gonna leave a mark,"

I sighed as I clicked the top of my pen retracting the point before I closed my diary, and turned off my desk lamp. Writing was hard enough with all the thoughts currently scrambled around in my brain, but when Frankie and Ryley were watching wrestling, all the noise made it nearly impossible.

As I said in my latest entry, training so far this week hadn't been so bad. Not many bruises to speak of this time, like I wrote before we were working on headlocks, and arm wrenches this week so those are the only to parts of my body that hurt slightly, for some reason Leslie thought that I had arms made of elastic and she could just stretch them to the limit. God, what the hell is her damage with me anyway? Jealously maybe?

I got up from my seat at the desk across the room in our hotel and walked over and going them on the arm of the sofa the two were sitting on, I think they were watching Monday Night Raw. It was a two-hour wrestling show programmed under the TNA rival company: The WWE. For some strange reason there was a serious Montague-Capulet feud going on between the WWE and TNA. Kevin never got enough of ranting about all the degrading things the WWE did to their divas, such as objectifying them as nothing more than mere eye-candies, he told me that even if he wasn't now under contract with TNA, he wouldn't have let me be apart of the WWE's diva roster anyway.

Mostly the entire night Ryley and Frankie just liked to pick out things on the show that were better in TNA than the WWE, mostly their favorite things to pick out the most revolved around the WWE divas division. Nothing surprising there, from what I'd seen they're moves were not all that well coordinated, or planned out completely, yet the almost real life storylines were the reason why the WWE was on top at the moment. Maybe with a few better creative writers for the scripts Total Nonstop Action would knock World Wrestling Entertainment right off the charts one day.

"Okay, Randy Orton is the golden-standard for H-O-T; Hot, I have to admit!" Frankie raved as she goggled at the shaven head, tattoo-covered man walking down the ramp with the incredibly uncomfortable looking shimmery black shorts on.

"What?! Suga have you been inhaling sunk fumes? John Cena is way better looking. That man is about as delicious as grams homemade cherry pie," Ryley sighed licking her lips, I think it was more over the cherry pie than this John Cena fella.

I simply laughed as the two women began arguing over which guy was better. They went back and forth at it for about ten minutes before it eventually turned into an all out cat fight, of course they were playing, both girls rolling around on the floor trying to prove who had learned more in our training classes, I of course was dubbed referee to the grudge match.

Any man who's fantasy was to have to hot girls rolling around on the floor in panties, and tiny tops trying to get the upper hand on one another, would be in total heaven right now.

"You're going down!" Ryley roared before she was suddenly flipped over onto her back.

"Oh, I so don't think so, suga!"

Finally they both decided to call it a draw and we each laid sprawled out across the floor just basking in the moment. Everything was peaceful, no Leslie, we were all having a great time, no Leslie, I was actually now coming back from training without be covered in so many bruises as before, oh, and did I mention that Leslie was nowhere to be found?

"So, did anyone have any plans for dinner tonight, cause I'm starving?" Ryley asked sitting up.

"We could order pizza or something?" Frankie suggested.

"Nah, I'm more in the mood for Chinese," I replied resting my arms under my head.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Frankie quickly scrambled up to her feet, running over to open it, and in walked Savannah Star. Savannah was also one of the girls in the competition, I had gotten to know her well enough to know that she was a really great girl to be around, but she was really party-driven too, which explained her current flashy tight black dress, and pumps she was wearing.

"Hey girls, some of the other girls and I are going out to a couple clubs tonight tonight. Leslie told me not to tell you but..." She informed us stepping into the room a little.

"That bitch," Ryley scoffed rolling her eyes as she sat up as well and walked over the door beside Frankie.

"Give us five minutes!" Frankie squealed instantly as she ran across the room to the closet and began throwing things different clothing items out onto the bed. "Party, party, par-tay!"

"Um, well I guess that's a yes for me too. Fate you comin'?" Ryley asked turning around to me.

"No, you girls go ahead without me, I'm not really in a big party mood tonight," I declined with a soft smile.

"Well we are not leaving you here alone sweetie. Just come, have a few drinks and then I'm sure that'll get you in the party mood," Frankie insisted.

Hearing that my mind quickly went boggling back to the night that is the single reason why I am here right now. I promised Kevin that I would never get out of control like that again, and that meant staying away from anything with alcohol, he even went so far as to band mouthwash. Seriously?

"Oh no," I replied shaking my head. "I-.. I can't."

"Why not, Fate?" Savannah asked curiously as she walked over and sat beside me on the bed.

"I'm just not a big fan of drinking that's all. Really guys don't let me spoil your night, go out and have fun. I'll be fine, promise."

I could tell that neither of the three girls were totally buying it, but they shrugged and left it alone anyway. Savannah left to go back to her room to finish getting ready, and Ryley and Frankie walked away into the bathroom to change out of their PJ's into fresh club-hopping outfits, and to freshen before the other girls left in an hour as Savannah had told us.

Forty minutes later they were both shuffling around the hotel room trying to find things to finish off their outfits, Ryley looking for her shoes, and Frankie looking for her favorite ankle bracelet. I sat stretched out on the bed with a nice romance novel I had been planning on finishing this week held up on my chest, skimming over the pages. I wasn't really in the mood to read right now either.

I sighed as I placed the book to the side and watched them get ready. Once they were finished Frankie grabbed their purses and the two headed for the door.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come with? We can wait for you to get dressed and call a cab, and let the girls go on ahead," Frankie offered.

"Yeah, it won't be the same without you," Ryley added.

"No, really I'm fine. You girls go ahead and enjoy your night, I'm just gonna hang here and watch my soaps for something, I've been dying to see if Amanda finally married David on All My Children anyways," I replied honestly.

Ryley and Frankie shrugged, both blowing me a kiss before they walked out of the door to go and join the other potential knockouts. Any other time I would have been at the head of the party-train, but I made a promise and I was determined to stick with it. I hadn't even looked at a single alcoholic beverage since that night, sure I was dying for a nice apple martini right now, but I had to survive through it, somehow.

I turned on the television and went surfing until I found the soap-opera channel. Sure enough 'All My Childern' was currently running on it's time slot. Soap operas were my secret pleasure, along with Cookies & Cream Breyer's ice cream. A carton of Breyer's and a good, sappy soap opera have gotten me through a many of those hard break-ups I had told Alex about (I decided to start calling him Alex since I only laughed inwardly every time I said Pat, I think he likes Alex better anyway).

"David, I love Jake, he is my husband! You may be the father to our son but I will never love you, ever!" I sighed as the pissed brunette threw a diva tantrum against her 'baby-daddy'. God, who wasn't sleeping with David on this show.

Beginning to get bored I reached over and grabbed my diary from off the desk which was only about two feet away from the bed so thankfully I didn't have to move much. Once I was back in my comfortable position with my head rested again my pillow on the head board I unlocked the tiny leather notebook and flipped to the last page where I'd stopped writing because of my earlier interruptions.

... Like I was saying before, being here is hard. The strenous workouts, the annoying girls, and the incredible home-sickness that just won't go away.

I don't know how the talent in the company does it, you spend most of your time moving around, never having enough time to see your family, friends, or just have your normal life like you want. Sure sometimes you'll get a few nights off, but being in the line of a professional wrestler is tough work. I'm not even a official knockout yet and I already want to quit.

But of course I'm not going to. I'm going to do what my dad, and my friends back home would want me to do at this moment; slap on a pretty smile, strut my stuff, and cover up every single lie I had told since I stepped off the plane in Orlando with Kevin. That shouldn't be too hard.... right?