Against Odds and Oddities Chapter 1: And bruises, a wrestling fanfic

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! This is my first attempt to write a Wrestling Story, or actually the first one I dare to publish. I've been a huge Wrestling fan ever since I was little, which includes the wrestling business outside of the WWE as well...

Sometimes a more avid fangirl, sometimes less, now I am willing to give writing a try and not keep my story ideas for myself anymore, especially since one of my FAVORITE Ring of Honor wrestlers decided to join the WWE a while ago.

Anyways, I'm hoping you are in for a bumpy ride,

I'm always open for suggestions since I'm not 100% sure where I want to go with this.

Disclaimer:

If I would seriously own any mentined wrestler that isn't my original character in this story, I'd be busy doing naughty things to them, alas I don't. Merely Faye.

Everyone else belongs to their respective owner/their company.

I'm also searching for someone who'd be interested in being my beta-reader for this story.

English isn't my first language so, yeah, anyone?

Rating:

M for cursing, bad language and possibly some mature situations in the future.

Pairings:

Daniel Bryan/Bryan Danielson x OC x _

"Outsh."

Faye winced audibly as her still sore leg collided with the low positioned table in her living room. Breathing in loudly she tried to shake off the nagging pain in her shin, rubbing on her skin with her hand while trying to jump away from the table of doom.

"Stupid...fucking... arghh" she mumbled angrily as she wobbled around it, very ungracefully trying to make her way into her kitchen of her Detroit apartment without bumping into anything else on her way. She sighed again, grabbing a water bottle from her big fridge once she made it into the red painted room, her bare feet feeling cold on the flagged floor. She ignored the dozens of pictures attached to the fridge with plenty of oh so colorful magnets. Pictures of her goofing around with her friends, her brother, smiling and grimacing into the camera – just being happy in general.

Yet they couldn't lift her spirits. 'Happy' Faye seemed to be on vacation she thought with a grim snort escaping her lips.

The colorful door was pushed shut without her sparing another glance at it.

The TV still blared loudly through her otherwise empty home, a faceless crowd screamed for a celebrity she did not know, the high pitched yells of the teenage girls made her cringe slightly. Yet she did not bother to turn it of. Was it MTV, CBS? Faye couldn't remember what she put on, she just did it for the noise anyway, absolutely hating the silence that seemed to consume her every time she was forced to spend time in her home. She hated to be alone with her thoughts that seemed to rampage whenever there was silence.

She actually liked her home. Heck – she worked her butt off to afford living in this area of Detroit and yet she would probably do anything right now not to be trapped in it at this very moment.

She should have been on the road, driving her beloved red 1967 Impala as fast as his tires would allow her, getting back the fucking title she just lost but no – instead she now spend her days sulking on her couch, watching crappy TV shows and the rainy afternoons back in the gym she used to train in ever since she made up her mind to become a professional wrestler in high school.

All that because she fell wrong, busting her knee.

She shuddered slightly as she recalled the memory of her accident almost four weeks ago, regretting now that she had decided to run around in nothing but hot pants and a Detroit Red Wings hoodie in her admittedly rather cold apartment.

Thinking about the accident still made Faye growl.

Of course, accidents did happen, especially in an industry she decided to work in, she couldn't even count the times she had visited her brother in hospital, yet somehow Faye always was lucky enough to get away without any greater injuries. Even now, her knee injury wasn't something severe, in a few of weeks she would be okay again, back to her old self but still – it annoyed her to no end.

She had to admit, it definitely had hurt her ego.

No, she did not complain that her title loss was scripted, the whole world of the wrestling business was scripted after all. She did not complain that she lost it to none other than Madison Eagles – who she could not stand on a very personal level.

She did not complain about anything and why? Faye knew that it was also scripted that she would win her title back at the first chance she could get, making Riott the SHIMMER Woman's Athletes champion for the 8th time again. But when Madison pinned her with an Reverse Suplex her knee collided anything but softly with the hard mat of the ring, leaving not only the audience gasping for air in surprise. She recalls that she had to bite the insides of her mouth so hard to keep her from screaming out at the impact, that she spewed blood after the paramedics had guided her out of the hall.

Everyone at SHIMMER knew that something was definitely wrong with her when Faye did not return to her usual cheery, happy nature that was so very similar to her gimmick Riott. Instead she looked unusually pale and winced at every contact she made with her left leg so her close friend and mentor Sara Amato otherwise known as Sara del Rey urged her to go to the hospital – of course not without complaining on Faye's side.

The Detroit native wouldn't exactly call herself overly confided, or vain, but she had a certain trust in her skills and abilities, so her forced retreat from her beloved business after the doctors diagnose had busted her pretty pink bubble of being indestructible. Which she knew was a ridiculous thought in the first place.

She knew that she should be thankful that it wasn't something worse and of permanent damage and that with enough training she would be back kicking Madison's skinny ass all over the mat and back.

To say that she was a little frustrated would be an underestimation...

Even her own brother had laughed at her in her angered state with the big stupid grin of his, pinching her cheek and assuring her that she would be just fine instead of – well... comforting her.

"Stop grinning you moron! I'm seriously hurt you know?" she yelled at him when she was left alone in her hospital bed after the doctor checked her leg. Now all wrapped up all she could do was to wait for her to be released. In the meantime she had to endure the presence of her dearest brother, who couldn't stop grinning at her from the opposite of the room, still in his black training attire.

"Oh Fefe" he laughed, using that god-awful nickname he had for her since their childhood.

"You know, since I drove here like a madman after your call, I expected a little more, uhh.. 'drastic'" he used his fingers for the quotes, which made Faye just glare at him harder from her position on the more than uncomfortable hospital bed. She knew that he was just teasing her, but she couldn't help but feel the tears that where starting to form in her eyes, all the disappointment in herself crashing down on her at once.

"Screw you Josh!" she said angrily, trying to blink away the tears as good as possible while also trying to ignore the forming lump in her throat. She damned herself for being so overly emotional at the moment."You know what? Go! Just.. Go! You don't want to be here? Fine just... Leave then, okay?" her voice quivered weakly and she felt her lips tremble.

'Fuck' she cursed herself inwardly at her obvious display of weakness before she crossed her arms with one last huff.

"Hey, hey," her brother said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as he walked over to the spare seat next to her bed. She refused to look at him. "Look, I'm sorry, that was stupid of me, I – " he stopped in mid sentence when Faye suddenly threw her head around, glaring at him, making her long brown hair bounce. She knew that – if she wanted – she had a mean glare...

"Fine," her older brother held up his hands in defeat "I'm an idiot, I'll just...shut up now." Faye snorted in response and they sat together in silence with nothing but the noise of a busy hospital surrounding them.

"Soo," he drawled slowly after what seemed to be an eternity of awkward tension between them, "Madison Eagles, huh?"Faye raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow, fixing her blue eyes on his own in a 'so what?' manner.

"Tough opponent?"

Faye huffed again, trying to slap him on the shoulder. "Shut up, you know I would have gotten my title back immediately" she said defensively as he continued to laugh again.

"She is 6 foot something Josh, you are 5 foot 10. That means she is taller than you and can probably kick your ass as well." He just smirked and shrugged lazily, "Aaah you know me sis, I'm not someone to back down from a challenge!" he said with a suggestive wink which made Faye shudder.

"Ew. Gross Josh, gross!" Faye said at the obvious ambiguity of her brothers words, "don't let Jamie hear that though."

He still grinned at the mentioning of his girlfriend, yet was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

Everbody Wants To Be Just Like Me

Fame And Fortune Is Their Fantasy...

'Seriously?' Faye mouthed towards him, not knowing what to think of the fact that he seemed to use his own TNA Theme song as his ringtone, rolling her eyes as he chose to ignore her.

Motorcity

I'm Rockin' All The Way To The Motorcity

Faye watched her brother with one raised eyebrow as he picked up the phone, both of them knowing who would be on the other side of the line. Despite her tries she couldn't bite back a small smile as she watched her brother's face split into a huge grin at the sound of his best friends voice.

"Hm. Hmm. Yeah," he answered to the mumbling on the other end Faye couldn't make out.

"Naww, she's okay bro" he said with a laugh, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement "she just bruised her ego!".

'Oh.. you..' her eyes narrowed dangerously. He squeaked like a girl as she tried to hit him with one of her pillows, even trying to throw one after him as he ran through the room yelling 'abuse, abuse' over and over again.

"I seriously hate you right now!" Faye said as she mockingly glared at him, "YOU TOO PATRICK!" she yelled through the room as she heard someone laughing loudly from the other side of her brothers phone.

"We love you too doll!" Josh said with a grin as he picked up her pillow and Faye rolled her eyes with a loud sigh, still hearing Patrick laugh at the other end of the phone.

Faye had to grin at the memory, fidgeting with droplets of her cold water bottle as she sat down on one of the comfortable chairs in her kitchen. Joshua had been back on the road ever since they had last seen each other three and a half weeks ago, having his own career to take care of. Being the close siblings they where they talked to each other on daily basis. "Harassment" she mockingly called it whenever he choose to grace her with one of his check-up-calls, yet they both knew that she cherished their close relationship a lot.

After all her older brother was one of the main reasons she pursued a wrestling career.

Her leg and knee had become better ever since then, left was a pretty nasty bruise that covered her left knee and almost the entire left side of her left upper tight as well. And of course there was still the soreness that made her wince every now and then – if she not decided to bump into something hard...

She sighed loudly again, letting her head rest on her exposed arms as they formed a pillow on her kitchen table, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders.

Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed the big pile of letters and paper on the other end of the long table. Resting her chin on her hands she knew that she had neglected the growing stack for too long – being mostly away from her home usually let the unloved paperwork grow to an impressive size.

Without the slightest sign of enthusiasm she slid of the chair and moved towards the pile her neighbor Mrs. Flemyng so kindly collected for her whenever she was out of town.

Bills.

Faye rolled her eyes, not even bothering to open up the letter.

Bills. Again.

Advertisement.

Pizza delivery.

Bills.

Oh hey, another distant cousin decided to marry. She eyed the awfully purple colored envelope. Faye wasn't very close with the family on her father's side. Heck – even her own father wasn't. Yet they all kept up the facade of being prim and proper, sending out invitations to birthday celebrations, family gatherings and weddings when they knew that neither she, nor her brother or her mother or father would attend.

"Hypocrites" she mumbled laying aside the invitation without looking at it a second time.

A single big envelope caught her attention.

'To Miss Faye Harter' was neatly written in a typewriter font on the front which did not really made it look like it was another bill that wanted to be payed – always a good sign to Faye. With a shrug took one last sip of her half empty water bottle before she grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter and opened it.

Twenty minutes later very shaky hands fumbled to get her Iphone out of her form fitting hoodie, while her mind seemed to be swirling, trying to form the right words in her head while also trying to remember her brothers phone number.

"J-Josh?" her voice quivered as she spoke into the speaker after she heard the familiar yet sleepy sounding voice of her older brother. She suddenly felt very hot so she desperately tried to fan some air towards her heated cheeks.

"No. No, I'm alright.. I guess?" Faye quickly answered after he worridly asked her if she was alright. Slowly she sat down on the kitchen floor, her bare legs not even feeling the cold of the stones anymore, her back resting against the counter, the head resting against her exposed knees.

"I really, really need to speak to you though."

Slightly shaky hands clung into the letter as she read the three pieces of paper over and over again, always ending on the last page:

I hope you will be accepting our offer and I will be waiting for your call.

Best regards,

Vincent Kennedy McMahon

Chief executive officer of the WWE, Inc.

"Fuck" she muttered, her head colliding with the wooden counter behind her with an audible 'clank'.

What now?

So this was chapter one, which merely was something like an introduction if you will.

Cyber cookie's to those who know who Faye's brother is ;) ...oh, just so you know, I'm trying my best to not turn this into a typical "Oh, she's the brother of..."-story, this idea is just somehow stuck in my head.

Next Up: Introducing - the more or less rational (say what?) older brother & the content of the ominous letter.

Please review, I'm open for criticism, suggestions... anything, please?

Thanks a lot for taking the time to read my humble story.

Moony M.