I have way too many fanfic going on I swear. I thought I'd test this one, since I can't seem to find any good Petey Williams stories. I do not own TNA or their talents just Bailey.
Chapter 1-New Life and New Job
Bailey Rae Adair was a 27 year old publicist from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, and the niece of wrestling trainer Scott D'amore. She was born and raised in Windsor. Shortly after college, Bailey got a job with the Toronto Maple Leafs shortly after college, however after working with them for 3 years, she lost her job.
"Dude this economy sucks, I thought only Americans were suffering" Bailey said to her mother that she now had to live with since she couldn't afford her luxury townhouse anymore.
"I thought after working for a company for so long and being one of the best at what you do that they wouldn't fire someone like you," her mom, Shannon, replied.
"They had to cut 50 out of 100 jobs, and one of mine were one of the 50 cut. The people who have been with them 15+ years stayed."
"What are you going to do now?"
"I have no idea, I have nothing to fall back on. It's not like I minored in anything when I was in college."
"I got an idea, call your Uncle Scott, see if he can get you in with TNA."
"Wrestling," Bailey asked, "Mom you can't be serious."
"What else is there to do, Bailey? It's not like there is another team in Canada besides the Canadiens, and well let's face it, who wants to work for them?"
"You know how I hate those goons that Uncle Scott trained."
"What did they ever do to you?"
"It's not they, just 1 of them."
"I'm sure it's nothing major, what did he do?"
"Peter Williams was his name, but everyone called him Petey. That one summer 3 years back that I spent with Uncle Scott in Florida, I got to know everyone, but Petey always had something smart to say. He would make fun of me for my appearance. Mom you have to admit that I was a nerd back then. I know it's only 3 years later, but I changed a lot since then. I mean I had glasses, an overbite, bad skin, you know just bad everything"
"I know first the boobs and teeth implants, then the nose and liposuction. You sure did change a lot. You're gorgeous."
"Alright let's not talk about my cosmetic procedures. So, anyways, Petey really hurt my pride. He's the reason why I transformed myself into a plastic little spastic."
"Don't call yourself that. Did you ever tell Uncle Scott about this Petey kid?"
"Yeah I told Uncle Scott about Petey, but he didn't want to listen to me since Petey calls him dad, and Uncle Scott calls Petey his son. Petey really said some hurtful things, like he would call me fat, ugly, tell me that nobody wanted me, and that Urkel was waiting for me when I got out of college."
"Wow he really was a jackass, what did he look like?"
"Mom he had no reason talking about me when he stood five feet eight inches tall, and weighed like 200 pounds of muscle. He looked like a munchkin who got into a fight with the mayor of the steroid guild. He had shoulder length brown hair that he would wear in a ponytail. Complete Tony Little wannabe if you ask me."
"BAILEY, DON'T TALK ABOUT PEOPLE THAT WAY. I DON'T CARE IF HE DID SAY HURTFUL THINGS, I DIDN'T RAISE YOU LIKE THAT," Shannon said.
"Sorry mom, it's just I don't know. This whole losing my job thing has me stressed out. It wouldn't hurt to call Uncle Scott."
"You know he loves you like a daughter and would do anything for you. It wouldn't hurt to call him," Shannon said handing Bailey the phone.
Bailey dialed the number and walked into the living room waiting for her uncle to pick up the phone.
"Hey Bay Bay," Scott D'amore said to his niece, "How's it going with the Leafs?"
"It's not going good," Bailey said, "That's why I called, I got fired from my job last week, and I was wondering if you could help me out."
"Sure what do you need," Scott asked.
"I was wondering if you could get me a job with TNA," Bailey said, "You know as a road agent or something."
"I'm actually going down to Florida tomorrow to visit with a few of the guys, would you like to go and see what's available down there," Scott asked.
"Sure, uh I have to book a flight, and pack then I will call you back."
"Alright Bay, make sure you call. I'm sorry to hear about you losing your job, I know how much you loved it."
"Thanks Uncle Scott."
"Anytime sweetie. I love you."
"Love you too," Bailey said hanging up the phone.
"Well what did he say," Shannon asked.
"He's going down to Florida tomorrow to visit a few of the guys which I imagine Petey will be one. He wants me to go with him so I can see what's available."
"That's not too bad, are you going to be able to handle it?"
"Yeah, I mean I traveled all the time before."
"What time do you leave?"
"Whatever time Uncle Scott tells me to be ready."
"It'll work out baby girl, trust me. Uncle Scott won't let you suffer."
Bailey hugged her mom and went to pack her stuff. She then called Scott and he told her to be ready at 9:30am because their flight left at 10.
Bailey packed what she thought would be necessary for her trip to Florida. The next morning Scott picked Bailey up at 9:30am sharp, and they left for the airport.
When they got to the airport, Scott told Bailey that one of his students aka TNA wrestlers that we all know and love nowadays would be picking them up at the airport. He just left out one little detail.
Bailey and Scott walked out of the Air Canada terminals to the baggage claim where they waited for their luggage. After waiting 10 minutes for theirs, they went outside and were greeted by someone that didn't look familiar to Bailey, but she would swear she knew that short statue anywhere.
"Dad," the voice called out.
"Petey," Scott replied.
Bailey froze in her tracks and brought her sunglasses down from her head to her eyes. Petey looked different from the last time she saw him. He had bleached blonde hair that was buzzed to his head with a blonde goatee with a brown soul patch.
"He looks like he was thrown up by the uh oh oreo factory," Bailey thought to herself.
"Who's the chick dad," Petey said.
"Oh give me a break, he's not your father for crying out loud you dip-shit. I should have told Uncle Scott to tell people that I wasn't myself and someone else, but oh crap here it comes," Bailey thought to herself once again.
"Petey, you remember my niece Bailey don't you."
"Ba-Bailey," Petey stuttered.
"Spit it out shithead I don't have all day," Bailey said.
"WOW! You changed a lot," Petey said eyes bugging out of his head.
"Nice look by the way, you look like a Keebler elf that tainted the Oreo factory, and got an uh oh oreo stuck to your chin," Bailey said.
"Bailey that's enough," Scott said.
"You know what no it's not," Bailey said, "I have held this in for much too long."
"I guess I deserved that," Petey said, "I wasn't the nicest person to you."
"No you weren't," Bailey said, "Don't even apologize because I am not forgiving you."
Scott shook his head because he knew the hell that his niece went through with Petey.
"What's she doing here," Petey asked Scott.
"She got fired from her job with the Leafs man, I told her to come down here since Dixie is always hiring."
"Oh great just what I need," Petey said, "Her as my agent or something."
"Hey she hates you, it's not you hating her," Scott said, "Just because she looks like a model now doesn't make it okay for the things you've done to her."
Petey nodded his head not knowing that he and Bailey would be forced to work together.
Petey hoped that she would give him a chance since there was something about her that he wanted to know more about, but how would she ever forgive him for ripping her into pieces back when they were younger?