Undeclared Future
Chapter One (1/?)
Written by: Jen
Genre: Drama/Romance
General rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the WWE, their families. I do not own Tough Enough, nor am I affiliated with it. However, the characters that I create and the story lines that I fabricate are mine. Please do not
use them. If you want to use my story on your site, or anything of the sort, please contact me first. I am not affiliated with anyone in the WWE,
I do not know them. I am simply a fan.
Distribution: If you want to use my story on your website, please contact
me before posting it.
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Dark brown tresses were slowly moved from the young woman's view. Idly, she swiped the hair from her face, small portions clinging to the sweat that had gathered on her forehead. Greedily, she took several long swigs of her water bottle, before placing it on the floor, in front of her seat at the Trax training facility.
Her attention was instantly focused on the man that stood before her, and the other eight remaining contestants in the Tough Enough III competition: Al Snow. As in the two previous seasons, he was the head trainer. Much of the rest of the trainer's roster had changed, though. Now, the other trainers included: the Undertaker, Ivory, and Goldust. However, the Undertaker had been absent from training in the competition since three days after the final thirteen were chosen. It had been a family emergency.
"Alright," Al began, his eyes scanning over the seemingly spent adults, perspiration spread over their bodies like an epidemic; visually like a second layer of skin. "Good job today, guys. Overall, you did. pretty well. But, some of you are going to need to step it up tomorrow morning for training. Tomorrow night is our next cut, so be ready to be taken to the next level." Everyone was silent for a short moment, before one of the remaining nine spoke.
"So, what? Are we gonna wrestle in hula skirts or something?" Micah inquired with a slow grin crossing his lips.
Al smiled amusedly, as Ivory laughed silently, and Dustin Rhodes shook his head. "No. Naked." He told him simply, shrugging in a nonchalant manner, feigning indifference to the matter. "Be at Trax at 7:00 on the dot, guys. Early will be considered on time. Lateness will not be tolerated." Accusatory eyes landed on Laura for a short moment, before he continued. "And before I forget, Mark will be back tomorrow. Be ready to show him what you've got to offer." With that, Al dismissed them, and watched the group slowly rise from their seats.
Alyssa drew in a deep breath, bending over to pick up her water bottle before making her way to the girl's locker room. Mark Callaway, the Undertaker. He would be there tomorrow. And, unlike most of the group, she had more weighing on impressing him than just her career. He was the entire reason she had joined the competition.
She pulled open her locker, letting out a slow breath, pulling dirty clothes out, and placing them in her bag before slowly zipping it. Alyssa sat down on the bench, her eyes closing slowly in remembrance. Her promise, her sole reason for being here.
She couldn't break a promise. She couldn't break this vow.
"Promise me, please promise me. you'll do everything you can to get to know him. To let him know." Her mother had pleaded, life inside of her slowly diminishing. And she'd said the words. She'd promised. Her mother's last wish.
"I promise, Mama. I promise I'll try." Alyssa whispered, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "I love you."
That night her mother had passed in her sleep.
"Alyssa?" Riley spoke slowly, snapping her fingers, trying to get her attention as she had been dazed for several minutes.
Instantly, Alyssa blinked as a voice intruded upon her last moments with her mother. "Huh?"
"Are you alright?" She spoke, her blue eyes filled with concern.
Alyssa mustered a smile, before nodding at the question, although that was the farthest thing from the truth. Her heart was pounding, she felt it in her throat. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just ready for a night's sleep, I guess." And, with a nonchalant shrug, she rose to her feet. Ending the discussion, but not Riley's concern for her.
Chapter One (1/?)
Written by: Jen
Genre: Drama/Romance
General rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the WWE, their families. I do not own Tough Enough, nor am I affiliated with it. However, the characters that I create and the story lines that I fabricate are mine. Please do not
use them. If you want to use my story on your site, or anything of the sort, please contact me first. I am not affiliated with anyone in the WWE,
I do not know them. I am simply a fan.
Distribution: If you want to use my story on your website, please contact
me before posting it.
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Dark brown tresses were slowly moved from the young woman's view. Idly, she swiped the hair from her face, small portions clinging to the sweat that had gathered on her forehead. Greedily, she took several long swigs of her water bottle, before placing it on the floor, in front of her seat at the Trax training facility.
Her attention was instantly focused on the man that stood before her, and the other eight remaining contestants in the Tough Enough III competition: Al Snow. As in the two previous seasons, he was the head trainer. Much of the rest of the trainer's roster had changed, though. Now, the other trainers included: the Undertaker, Ivory, and Goldust. However, the Undertaker had been absent from training in the competition since three days after the final thirteen were chosen. It had been a family emergency.
"Alright," Al began, his eyes scanning over the seemingly spent adults, perspiration spread over their bodies like an epidemic; visually like a second layer of skin. "Good job today, guys. Overall, you did. pretty well. But, some of you are going to need to step it up tomorrow morning for training. Tomorrow night is our next cut, so be ready to be taken to the next level." Everyone was silent for a short moment, before one of the remaining nine spoke.
"So, what? Are we gonna wrestle in hula skirts or something?" Micah inquired with a slow grin crossing his lips.
Al smiled amusedly, as Ivory laughed silently, and Dustin Rhodes shook his head. "No. Naked." He told him simply, shrugging in a nonchalant manner, feigning indifference to the matter. "Be at Trax at 7:00 on the dot, guys. Early will be considered on time. Lateness will not be tolerated." Accusatory eyes landed on Laura for a short moment, before he continued. "And before I forget, Mark will be back tomorrow. Be ready to show him what you've got to offer." With that, Al dismissed them, and watched the group slowly rise from their seats.
Alyssa drew in a deep breath, bending over to pick up her water bottle before making her way to the girl's locker room. Mark Callaway, the Undertaker. He would be there tomorrow. And, unlike most of the group, she had more weighing on impressing him than just her career. He was the entire reason she had joined the competition.
She pulled open her locker, letting out a slow breath, pulling dirty clothes out, and placing them in her bag before slowly zipping it. Alyssa sat down on the bench, her eyes closing slowly in remembrance. Her promise, her sole reason for being here.
She couldn't break a promise. She couldn't break this vow.
"Promise me, please promise me. you'll do everything you can to get to know him. To let him know." Her mother had pleaded, life inside of her slowly diminishing. And she'd said the words. She'd promised. Her mother's last wish.
"I promise, Mama. I promise I'll try." Alyssa whispered, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "I love you."
That night her mother had passed in her sleep.
"Alyssa?" Riley spoke slowly, snapping her fingers, trying to get her attention as she had been dazed for several minutes.
Instantly, Alyssa blinked as a voice intruded upon her last moments with her mother. "Huh?"
"Are you alright?" She spoke, her blue eyes filled with concern.
Alyssa mustered a smile, before nodding at the question, although that was the farthest thing from the truth. Her heart was pounding, she felt it in her throat. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just ready for a night's sleep, I guess." And, with a nonchalant shrug, she rose to her feet. Ending the discussion, but not Riley's concern for her.