Hi all, welcome to my new story! This is going to be about Adam Cole - I've really taken a liking to him lately! It also features my new OC, Ingrid Ferrari.

This story is NOT going to be told in chronological order; I wanted to try something different with this one, by writing through a prompt list I found on Tumblr. Each entry is only going to be about 500-600 words (one page), but there's going to be over 100 of them.

I'm going to be using kayfabe names and, most importantly, names I've made up for wrestler's family members - even though wrestlers like the Young Bucks (who will also be featured heavily here) give us a lot of glimpses into their non-wrestling and family life, I'm a believer that their families should stay as anonymous as possible.

ENJOY and let me know what you think by leaving a comment! There needs to be more Adam Cole love around here :)

"That's starting to get annoying."

Ingrid felt like she was killing herself. Throughout the last year – more, even – she had been testing her body's physical limits. She knew going into this that wrestling was no joke; she, of all people associated with the film, knew this because she had been watching since she was ten years old. She had tried to prepare herself mentally for the intense physical training to get in shape; tried to prepare herself for the emotional toll of travelling, not seeing her family, training day in and day out for perfect scenes and perfect matches.

Then there was Adam Cole. Adam fucking Cole, who weaseled himself into one of the Head Trainer positions by constantly watching what she was doing in the ring and telling the old Head Trainer that it was wrong, all wrong. Adam fucking Cole, who barely cracked a smile when she spoke to him. He'd never show his contentment or satisfaction because Ingrid was convinced he didn't want her seeing him impressed with what she was doing in the ring. He was perfectly fine with other wrestlers – everybody loved him and raved about him, telling Ingrid how lucky she was to be learning from him – but she wasn't so convinced yet.

"Give us one more spinebuster, then we'll take a 15 minute break," Matt Jackson called out, standing next to Adam with his arms crossed. "Give us some pizazz, Ingrid. Make it theatrical."

Ingrid had no problems listening to Matt or his brother Nick. For all the shenanigans they got up to in the ring, they were consummate professionals, giving constructive criticism and advice that Ingrid really took to heart, and they would definitely be credited as trainers in the movie.

Ingrid eyed her opponent, a tall, blonde wrestler who was basically being her ragdoll for the afternoon. Ingrid would have felt sorry if Cassidy hadn't told her she'd been doing this for years, and helps train women wrestlers on the independent circuit. She tried to picture an Arn Anderson spinebuster before delivering one to Cassidy, rotating the perfect amount and slamming her down with a loud thud.

She heard Matt and Nick holler out their happiness, and one of them even clapped a few times. "Nice one, Ingrid!" Matt yelled out. "Rotation was perfect. Keep that it mind for when you have to do it on camera. Take a 15, then we'll talk."

Ingrid shook Cassidy's hand, stepping out of the ring. She ignored Adam until he approached her with a towel. "Dry yourself off," he said in the most monotone voice, barely looking at her.

"What did you think of the spinebuster?"

Adam shrugged his shoulders, and in the same monotonous voice answered, "It was good."

Ingrid felt like punching him. "That's starting to get annoying."

"What is?"

Ingrid rolled her eyes. "You being so indifferent to everything. That was a better spinebuster than you've ever done."

Adam looked taken aback, but nonetheless smirked at Ingrid's boldness. "Oh you think so?"

"I've watched your matches. I know so," she said as she finished wiping the sweat off her brow, shoving the towel against Adam's chest before walking away.