"Ok now do it again." Paige says as she squats at the other end of the ring.

I nod and run at her full force allowing her to catch me, spin me around, and then drop me on my back onto the mat.
As I open my eyes I see her holding her hand out for me to grab.

"Are you ok?" Paige asks almost laughing.

I grab her hand and pull myself up laughing. At that moment the door to the private gym opens and in walks Mark.

" How's she doing Paige?" Mark Calloway asks jokingly.

"She's doing good. Taking hits like a man would haha." She says.

I frown and walk over to the ropes as sweat drips off my brow.

" I'm doing well. And how's my man?" I ask jokingly.

Mark grins as he sits down on the steel steps.

"He's stronger then he looks. You on the other hand need to train harder." Mark says.

I groan and lean over onto the top rope slightly bouncing on it.

"Why do I need to work harder?! I've been working my ass off since that stupid car accident..." I groan.

"Your footing is sloppy. Your defense is shitty, and your moves are weak." He says out loud in a serious tone.

I shut my eyes for a moment and let out a calming breath. Then I reopen them looking at him.

"I'm not sloppy.... And I am definatly not weak." I protest.

Mark laughs and then gets up. He stares me down and then climbs into the ring. I back away and look at him confused.

"Take me down then." He says blatantly.

"What?!" I say shocked.

"If your not weak and your not sloppy or lazy then take me down." He says.

I stare at him and then look at Paige. She climbs out of the ring not wanting anything to do with it.

"Fine then..." I say.

I back up into the ropes and bounce off them a few times. Then I walk towards him cautiously knowing how he works in the ring. Mark catches my fist with his fast reflexes and holds it in front of me. A devious grin on his face as his grip tightens. Then he pulls me close to him and twists my arm around against my back.

"As I said. Sloppy. Where's that Orton blood that you claim is in your veins?" Mark says as he pulls tighter.

I wince and adjust my footing to hold my own ground. I take a deep breath and count to three in my head. Then I forcefully perform a leg sweep on Mark sending him to the mat. His hands slide off my wrists setting me free. I bolt over towards the corner of the ring as Mark starts to get up. I place my right foot forward in front of me and plant my left one flat on the mat. As soon as Mark gets to his feet, I launch forward grabbing hold of his neck and pull him to the mat with an RKO. I roll myself over and lean my left leg flat on the mat. The other bet now holding my right arm across my knee.
Mark's eyes look at me as he stays put for a moment. Then he sits up straight.

"I am not weak..." I say as I push myself up to my feet.

"Ouch." Paige says.

Mark pulls himself up slowly still confused on what just happened.

"Where the hell did that come from?" He asks out loud.

"My viper blood...." I say angrily.

I then roll out of the ring leaving Mark in there on his own. I look at Paige and then walk towards the locker room. As I put my hand on the door to the girls locker room I glance back over my right shoulder at Mark and Paige. Then I push on the cold metal door and disappear behind it.
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The sound of my V8 Scatpack Charger hums as I cruise down the highway. The windows down allowing the wind to flow through my hair freely. It's nice to get to take small breaks every so often. With smackdown and Raw now the day after each other, I have Wednesday through Saturday to do whatever I want. Of course I still have meet and greats, along with scenes to be filmed for next show. But it's still nice to just get to drive for no reason. It clears my mind. Calms me down as well.
I grab hold of the shifter that's wrapped in leather and shift to fourth gear. The Suns slowly setting as I pull down a long driveway and come to a stop at a massive house sitting under a vast amount of trees.
Pulling the key out of the ignition I open the door. Climbing out of the car, she steps forward, her eyes looking at the house for a few moments. Dakota then shuts the drivers side door quietly and then steps forwards towards the house. It was run down. The Windows boarded up and the front door chained shut. No one had been here in years. It was perfect for her mood....

Authors note: I apologize for it being really short. I really have not had the time to type in along time. I promise the next chapter will be more interesting and fun. I may also start switching from first person to third depending on the situations going on at the time.