"Can I ask what's in Pittsburgh?"
"School." She said simply. "Do you watch the WWF?" She gestured to the Wrestlemania poster that hung in the back of the booth.
He nodded. "Sure, Bret Hart's the man."
Her lips curved into a secretive smile. "You might want to pay attention over the couple of years; I can predict things are going to get very interesting."
He retrieved her pass from the printer and raised his eyebrows at her. "How do you know that?"
"Let's just call it destiny."
"The mammogram showed us that you have ductal carcinoma, which is the most common form of breast cancer." Dr. Marks revealed. "Luckily for us, you're in stage one, so we can do very non-invasive treatments to hopefully cure it. You're very fortunate that you noticed that slight lump in your breast."
"Soraya's locked in that keylock armbar,King! It's over!" Jim Ross exclaimed, his voice went hoarse with excitement. "If Ivory doesn't tap, she's going to hyper-extend that elbow!"
"Don't even think about it." Mark said gruffly, kissing her temple. "You're beautiful, Soraya. So Trish has a rack, if that meant anything to me, I'd have taken her up on her offer. But, first off, I don't know if those things are real and secondly, I think you're perfect all the way around. You're feminine, soft and it makes me feel masculine beside you."
She smiled weakly at him. "I just don't understand why she needs to be so cruel, especially about things that would obviously bother me."
"She's jealous." He hugged her close. "You, Lita, Chyna and Jessica are the four most popular Divas in the business right now. She's eye-candy, but you girls are beautiful and talented."
"Thank you." She murmured into the side of his neck. "I needed that."
"Anytime, Darlin." He turned his head to find her eager mouth with his. "You have nothing to worry about. You're who I want, not some bitchy Babewatch wannabe."
"This is just wrong! Ivory and Mighty Molly have injured Jessica McMahon, she's favoring that right shoulder." JR said angrily.
"Soraya's not giving up though. She's fighting like it's a handicap match!" King pointed out.
"Wait a minute!" JR shouted. "It's the Walls of Jericho! Soraya just pulled out Jericho's submission hold on Mighty Molly. And she's tapping, Mighty Molly is tapping to the Walls of Jericho!"
Soraya crouched down so that she was in Trish's face. "Look at me, Trish." She ordered the blonde vixen she had just made submit to the armbar. "Learn my face and know my name. This isn't over, not by a long shot. I may have other fish to fry at the moment, but don't get comfortable. I'm coming back for you and I'll finish what I started." She swore, before stalking out of the ring.
"They grow 'em tough in Pittsburgh!" Taker nodded with approval.
"Damn right they do." Soraya agreed fiercely.
"Mark is the love of my life right now." Soraya shrugged. "We're not together anymore, but when I was with him, he made me the happiest I've ever been."
"It's because of the support that I get from everyone in this arena, everyone watching at home that I will fight with everything I have and beat my cancer." Soraya informed the crowd. "I will fight like hell or my name isn't Soraya O'Toole. I love you all, and hopefully I'll see you sooner rather than later."
Soraya left the ring to the overwhelming sound of applause rather than her music. As she reached the top of the ramp, she turned and posed for them one last time with tears streaming down her face. She hoped it wouldn't be the last time of her life.
Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump.
Soraya O'Toole's heart thundered against her ribcage and her breathing came in ragged gasps. Adrenaline pumped through her veins like an instant morphine, while each muscle in her body burned as though it were on fire. Sweat beaded on her brow and trickled down her back. But, she didn't let up; she refused to.
Finally, she heard the sound she was hoping for. The sound of open palmed flesh against canvas, as her opponent tapped out to the keylock armbar. The group of upcoming wrestlers that surrounded the ring to watch the match cheered wildly, as Soraya released the hold and rose to her feet victoriously.
Something akin to joy glowed within her, as Sean O'Haire rose from his position as trainer slash referee to raise her arm, acknowledging her as the victor of the match.
Soraya offered a hand to blonde man she had just defeated and helped him back to his feet. "You have good form." She told him. "Just remember to keep your eyes up at all times, you lose your base and it's all over."
"Thanks Soraya." Daniel Pewter beamed from the praise and went to join his peers outside the ring.
Soraya surveyed the group of eager faces with a small smile. She had once been among them back in her days at the WWO Wrestling Academy in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Today she was among them as a guest trainer and her final chance at working off some ring rust in the dungeon like arena.
Al Snow came off the wall where he had been leaning with his arms crossed over his chest, observing the match. "With the way you schooled these guys O'Toole, I think you're ready." He commented lightly, coming to stand beside his latest Tough Enough Cast.
There was a murmur of agreement from all the wrestling hopefuls. It had been almost three years since Soraya had been in a wrestling ring. For the past two years she had been undergoing chemotherapy to treat her Breast Cancer, which had put a halt on her career in the World Wrestling Federation, now World Wrestling Entertainment. She had traveled from OVW, FCW and now to Tough Enough to work off her ring rust and get back into shape.
She felt it too. After today, she was finally ready. It was time to go home.
A/N: I hope everyone was able to translate the thumps into her heartbeat. So I'm back with my original version of Soraya O'Toole's life, but then I wrote the prequel, Courage from the Heart, which I hope you all read. This story begins in April of 2004 and will go into 2006. Where the prequel was mostly 1999-2001.
Character's featured ( - means possible romantic interest, you can vote for who you think it will be, poll in my profile)
Triple H -
Randy Orton -
Chris Jericho -
Rob Van Dam -
Stone Cold Steve Austin