Jaded by her fiancé's disinterest in her ambitions to become a professional wrestler, Delilah Parrish's life takes an interesting turn when one of WWE's top names offers her the support she's not getting at home.
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"Yo Parrish, guess what just came in for you!"
Turning towards the office, Delilah allowed the excitement to bubble up inside her knowing exactly what had arrived at her mentor's doorstep. Accepting the letter from him, she smiled as she opened it up and the details of her new developmental deal stared right back at her. At last, confirmation that in just three months' time, her life as a struggling Jill-of-all-trades trapped in lowly, boring Pensacola was going to be a thing of the past.
She wanted to share this news with her father. She wished he was here. She would share her joy with her mother, her sister, and the man she loved. She'd already shared with the "other" man in her life, the one that had pushed her this far to begin with. It felt good to tell him, even though every thought of him was plagued with this weird, aching mix of guilt and desire all the time these days.
Ever since she returned from her tryout two weeks ago, Tank noticed there was something off about his star pupil. She was still sharp and solid in the ring and the light in her eyes still seemed to shine for this business. But there was something else weighing her down and he couldn't figure out what it was. Running his hand over the top of his shorn head, he reached out and snapped his fingers in front of her face, rolling his eyes when she masked her true feelings by playfully blowing a noisy raspberry. "Earth to Miss Parrish. Talk to me. What's goin' through your mind right now?" he asked.
With a sigh, Delilah took a seat in the chair across from his desk and crossed her legs in the roomy seat. Letting her eyes skim down the second page of the contract where the finances were detailed, she assessed, "It's a dream come true, Tank. The money's a lot better than I could have hoped, especially for developmental."
Tank nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I woulda killed for this kinda money when I first started out," he agreed, looking over the numbers in the contract. "Fifty-five thousand a year for a rookie, even before tax, ain't no joke. And with multiple appearances a month on NXT? Not a bad gig, girl. Not bad at all."
"Well it better be, it was hard enough to entice Andre as it is," Delilah said, "The money's good and all, but I care more about wrestling than anything else. And let's be realistic. I could spend months, maybe years in the Performance Center before I'm ever let on NXT. It happened to the Rock's daughter. Other star candidates, too. I'll just focus on working my ass off until they deem me ready to go."
Tank scoffed at her attempts to downplay her worth. "I might be biased when I say this shit, but them girls can't lace your boots," he assured her. "And what's this talk about enticing Andre? Is he still digging his feet in?" Though she had told him about nearly every fight she'd had with her fiancé since she first stepped through the doors of his gym, Tank had always done his best to keep his professional distance from her relationship. Delilah Parrish was the closest thing he had to a star, and all he was truly concerned about was making sure that she stayed focused and happy.
Blowing out a long breath, she crossed her arms over her legs and drew one knee up to her chest. "In his defense, I am asking him to change his entire life for me," she acknowledged, knowing that it was the only real argument she had. To be honest, she was yet to get a real answer out of Andre since they had started fighting over her dreams, and only left it alone because the fighting had subsided and he seemed to be legitimately putting in more effort for her. He worked out with her when his schedule allowed and accompanied her to a few of her matches. In exchange, she was putting in more effort with their wedding plans, hoping to maybe finally do the deed before the move. Right now, things between the couple were as stable as she could hope for.
