pulled her into his arms.
“Don’t worry about it. I hoped I could show my dad around and get one last workout in before we leave.” She pulled back and gave him her warmest smile.
“Sure thing.” Bill held his hand out to Mitch. “Nice to meet you. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you,” Mitch said while they shook hands.
“You work out here?” Curtis scoffed.
Bill slung his arm around Emma’s shoulders and grinned. “Emma is the best amateur female wrestler I’ve ever seen.”
“Is that so?” Curtis’ eyes sparked with a wicked gleam.
“Don’t get any ideas, Sharp. She’s not into working for douchebags.” Bill tightened his hold on Emma’s shoulders. “He’s trying to poach some of my guys for Ring Royalty.”
It didn’t surprise Emma one bit. Curtis Sharp appeared as slimy in person as he did on television. The idea he would go to work for the IWA’s biggest competitor was no out of the scope of his bottom feeder ways.
“She doesn’t strike me as a girl who knows the difference between a Diamond Cutter and a Pile Driver.” Curtis quirked his eyebrow up on one side, begging her to prove her worth to him.
“If Janice is around, you can watch us spar and decide for yourself.” Emma unzipped her hoodie and slipped it off to reveal her blue Under Armour racerback tank top. “Mr. Sharp, you obviously don’t realize I started wrestling about two minutes after I took my first steps. It’s in the MacLean blood. We’re fighters. Since I moved to LA, Bill brought me under his wing and taught me a few things.”
A girl about the same height and weight as Emma came strolling in. “Oh, hell.” She threw her hands up. “Is Emma here to kick my ass again?”
Emma laughed and pulled her friend into a warm hug. “One last time.”
Janice pushed Emma back playfully. “Fine. Consider this your going away present.”
The women got into the ring dominating the center of the large room. Bill got in the ring to help Emma wrap her hands.
“I’m going to miss you.”
“Oh, I feel like we’ll be seeing each other again soon.” She winked at him then looked at her father. Mitch stood to the right of the camera, his arms folded across his chest with a huge grin on his face.
Hands wrapped and ready, Emma and Janice were ready to show what they were capable of.
Ten minutes later, Emma had Janice in a submission hold she liked to call a Car Bomb. Janice tapped on the mat and Emma let go. She stood and helped Janice to her feet.
“I won’t miss that, but you will be buying me dinner the next time you’re in town.”
“Of course.” Emma pulled Janice in for a sweaty hug while her breathing returned to normal. “I plan to be back at the end of the month. I’ll take you to Spago.”
“God, yes!” Janice joked.
The women said their goodbyes and Emma walked to the ropes. She leaned her forearms against them and quirked her brow at Curtis. “What do you think, Mr. Sharp? Do I know my way around the ring?”
“Maybe, but you’d never make it on the professional circuit.”
“Ah ah.” She wagged her index finger at Curtis. “Never say never.”
“Excuse me. We’re here to meet with Aaron Russell. I’m Emma MacLean.” Emma, Rob, Al, and Ben waited at the front desk of the IWA Corporate offices for the secretary to acknowledge them.
“Yes, Miss MacLean. Let me get your passes.” The young woman eyed Emma with a distinct distain before she got up to retrieve their passes.
Emma saw nothing wrong with her casual clothes. Aaron told them all to dress comfortably since he would be taking them to the training facility after they finished their business. Her dark hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and she wore her black-framed glasses with only a touch of lip-gloss on her lips. As for her outfit, she wore her purple and black trainers, a pair of black yoga pants, and a lavender short-sleeved tee shirt. The guys were all dressed in similar attire, tennis shoes,