Evening readers! Did you miss me? Cuz I missed y'all! Just like the last time, it's officially my birthday, so I've decided to post this. The good news is I'm almost done with the re-edits for this. So soon, I don't know when, but soon, I'm gonna be posting regularly for this story again, or as soon as I can get them out lol. I also want to post the next chapter of Dragon Ball Legacy, but writer's block is a pain in the ass! I'll think of something lmao. This is a short chapter, but I hope you all enjoy it! And I hope y'all are enjoying the Royal Rumble!

Chapter 19: Talk Under the Lunar Eclipse

Wednesday February 13th, 2008, Boston, Massachusetts

Sheree sat on the back porch of her family's house, a small smile on her face as she tucked into a slice of cake, snickering in amusement as she watched her younger brother tease the rest of the family in the backyard. She had just come back from Japan, and had missed the show in Hawaii to celebrate her father's 45th birthday on this calm and chill night, hence the slice of cake she was eating.

Sheree wore a simple black shirt and jeans, her black-hooded jacket hugging her hips. She also wore a pair of Chuck Taylor All-Stars.

"There's my little girl!"

Sheree looked back to see her father, David Huxley, closing the back door and walking towards her.

The wrestling legend was a fairly built man with short black hair that was starting to turn gray. He stood at just under six-feet tall and wore a plain red shirt that hugged his biceps and dark pants. The boarded floor creaked underneath his heavy steel-capped boots as he walked along them.

"I ain't a little girl anymore dad," Sheree groaned as she stuffed another piece of birthday cake into her mouth.

"You'll always be our little girl to yer mother and I squirt," David replied as he sat down next to her, chuckling when she rolled her eyes at him.

"So," Sheree started with a smirk. "Forty-five huh? You're getting up in years old-timer."

David let loose an amused scoff as Sheree giggled. "Bah! You'll be regretting that when you get to my age."

David shook his head at his daughter's giggles. He smiled brightly, his dark eyes twinkling at his daughter's joyful mood. "So, are you nervous about Sunday?"

Sheree stopped giggling, looking up with a smile at the night sky, observing the stars and the moon that looked odd this evening. Huh... A lunar eclipse. Neat!

"I'm a bit nervous," the Boston brunette admitted. "But I think it's a good kind of nervous."

"The exciting kind?" David elaborated, smirking when Sheree nodded. "That's good. But I am sensing that you're worried about something."

Sheree sighed at this. "Nothing gets past you huh..."

"Call it a father's intuition," the retired veteran responded with a chuckle. "What's up?"

Sheree lowered her slice of cake and the fork in her hand to her lap, her shaky blue eyes revealing her concern as she stared down at them. David frowned before looking up at the moonlit sky. A smile stretched across his face.

"Ya know, you've never wrestled under the Huxley name, have you..."

The young Bostonian women's eyes widened at this, looking up to stare at her father in shock.

"Didn't think we'd notice?" David chuckled as he looked back at her in amusement. "Whatever it is that's troubling you, I don't think you need to worry about it."

"You will step on toes whether it's willingly or not. You will make enemies in this profession. You already have," he told her wisely as the younger women frowned. "And the enemies you've already made will always have something to say about you, whether you were born into this life or not. It doesn't matter to them. They just wanna see you fail."

Sheree looked up at the sky again. "What do I need to do, dad?"

"The choice is yours kiddo. But I would advise cutting out the noise and your insecurities, and focus on your ultimate goal," the old man advised.

At this Sheree turned to her father and tilted her head, her shoulder-length brunette locks falling off her shoulders. "My... ultimate goal?"

"Your career can only go up from here kid," David commented, turning to look the young women in the eye with a passionate fire blazing in her eyes. "Listen Sheree... I believe..."

"That you are the key to revitalizing Women's Wrestling."

Sheree frowned at this. "I... I don't know about that. I mean... I..."

"I know," David replied in an unwavering tone. "You made a promise with Becky, Serena and Amy didn't you."

Sheree's eyes widened. She's never told anyone about that! "How did-"

"Your mother kind of spied on you guys," David told her, smiling sheepishly when a look of annoyance appeared on her face at that. "I won't mock you. It's a beautiful promise."

David frowned. "However there's complications in the way that makes that promise an impossibility right now."

Sheree frowned, looking down at her slice of cake, her hands tightening around her fork.

David looked out into the family garden, his dark eyes searching for those mischievous blue eyes he loved so much.

"There is a reason the big promotions in this buisness avoided us. It's not because of your mother's loose mouth and ferocious temper," David told the young Bostonian who was listening to every word. His dark eyes met with Jane's blue eyes. The woman had Ethan trapped in a headlock, making David chuckle at the sight. Jane just grinned widely back at him, before going back to torturing her son out of love.

David's dark eyes narrowed lovingly as he remembered the words his wife spoke when she stood face to face with the wrestling leaders of Japan.

"I believe that Women's Wrestling is the future of this industry! I won't let you get in their way!"

"Your mother terrified them. To realise your dreams and make your promises come true, you might have to fight some powerful people, and perhaps the industry itself," David warned. "It's a crooked buisness and these old bastards are too stuck in their ways, and too focused on "tradition" to change."

"Whether it's the promise you made or your ultimate goal... they're not gonna like it." David turned and stared down his daughter. "So, what's you're ultimate goal?"

Sheree's brow furrowed, her frown deepening as she looked her father in his dark eyes.

"And before you answer," David said, cutting off the younger woman when she opened her mouth to speak. "I'm not talking about status or championships, or hall of fame rings."

David looked up at the night sky as he continued to talk. "I'm talking about something that will have an ever-lasting impact. Something that when you eventually retire, you'll look back with a smile, knowing you accomplished something worthwhile and with deep meaning that no one could ever take away from you, no matter how hard they might try. Making the impossible possible with no regrets."

David looked back at his daughter, smiling when he saw that she was looking down at the half-eaten slice of birthday cake, deep in thought.

The middle-aged man placed a hand on Sheree's shoulder. "You don't have to answer straight away. You have plenty of time to come up with an answer. Think about it."

With that, David Huxley rose to his feet and went back into the house, leaving Sheree on the porch, thinking deeply about the questions that her father had left her alone with.

"My ultimate goal huh..."

'Goodbye and Goodnight! BANG!'