Florida Championship Wrestling, August 2010

Mackenzie Copeland's back, hit the hard canvas of the arena mat. Her shoulders ached, her chest red from hit marks, and her thighs felt completely like jelly from the sprints she was made to do.

To say she was worn out, would've been an understatement.

"C'mon Copeland, get your ass up!" the voice of her stepfather, Randy Orton, barked in her ear.

At that moment, she wanted to forget about him being her step dad, and give him a swift kick to the groin, but she went against that.

She had asked for this, and even though Randy warned her that there would be no shortcuts for her. No special treatment, whatsoever.

The nineteen year old, stupidly agreed to it too.

"Hey, Orton, let's not be too tough on my kid, alright," Adam Copeland, better known as Edge, warned the younger man. Mackenzie subconsciously rolled her eyes, wondering why she had even agree to let the two men be in the same room together.

"Could you guys knock it off, arguing won't help anyone," John Cena spoke amongst the two bickering men. The two, as stubborn as they were, did not listen to the voice of reason however.

"Adam, do you really think that anyone is going to take my daughter seriously? She's a 2nd generation Diva, they'll just think she used her name to get where she is," Randy argued. This earned a hard look from Adam.

"First things first, she is your stepdaughter, she's my daughter. Secondly, do you think I'm stupid? I know that people are going to think that she used Lexi, Jeff, Matt, and I as an advantage, but she's not going to. She has talent," Adam defended his oldest child.

"I tried kid," John spoke, even though he was ignored.

Ah, yes, The Hardy Boyz were her uncles and her mom, Lexi Hardy, was also a success story in the WWE.

Mackenzie already knew all of this though. She had been living a wrestling life since as long as she could remember.

With the likes of Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Hemsely, John Cena, Christian, Chris Jericho, and plenty of others always being apart of her mother, father, uncles and step dad's life, it was hard to avoid being drawn into it all.

Mackenzie did try though. She even attended UC Berkeley for a short time, trying to earn an English degree.

The pull of the WWE, however, was too strong, and she found herself lacing up wrestling boots like her mother once had.

There were a lot of similarities between Mackenzie and her mother, Alexis Hardy.

Same hazel eyes. Same button noses. Same charisma and wrestling style.

But there few, far and between similarities that Mackenzie had developed from her father, Adam Copeland, as well.

Witty tongues, versatility, and a signature move that fans loved.

Hell, Mackenzie had even developed the heel persona her step dad, Randy Orton, worked so well in his early career.

Mackenzie didn't want that though. She didn't want people to think that she was only famous because of the familial influences she had.

No, she wanted the WWE fans to know she was in fact talented. She wanted to prove to everyone that she earned her spot in the WWE because she had the potential that everyone else around her showed.

So, that's why she was currently lying on her back, with her best friend Saraya-Jade Bevis, better known as Paige standing over her, as well as her mentors barking insults and constructive criticism at her.

"Fuck, and I thought I had it hard," Paige laughed at the older girl. The eighteen-year-old knew how Mackenzie felt, for she too had come from a famous wrestling family.

Mackenzie reached a hand up, to which Paige grabbed onto, pulling up the smaller girl.

"You okay," the British girl asked. Mackenzie nodded, before sending a cold look, Dolores Umbridge couldn't have mustered.

"If you two are going to help me, then I need for you both to stop fucking yelling at each other for once, put your differences aside, and actually do this for me. I know it's hard for the testosterone in you to stop trying to be the alpha in the situation, but your being idiots," and with that, Mackenzie was making her way out of the ring and off into the cold.

"So, we know she definitely got her bluntness from Lexi," John said with a bit of a smirk.

…

"They are both technically your parents, you can't continue to be mad with them," Seth Rollins told Mackenzie, with Paige hot on their trail.

In her hasty exit, she bumped into him, without an apology exiting her lips, so he followed her on a jog.

"You know, I didn't ask for you to be here right now, let alone for you to be giving me advice," she countered. With a roll of his eyes, Seth stopped dead in front of her.

"Move!" she barked.

"No, they just want what's best, and you should be appreciative of that. Shit, I'd kill to have a dad who's in WWE's Hall of Fame, and a step dad who's making his way there as well. Stop being a little brat and accept it all, you're in the wrong."

"He's right you know," Paige agreed.

"I don't care! They're being so ridiculous. Why did even think putting them in the same room was even a smart idea? Dad and Randy can't even stand the thought of each other!"

It was true. Adam Copeland and Randy Orton were once close, and even though they were somewhat civil these days, it had taken awhile for them to even get at that standpoint.

"All you need to do is focus on your training, that is what is going to get you to where you want to be. Not listening to them argue, and Cena trying to be the middle man," Seth encouraged.

He was right.

If Mackenzie wanted to get anywhere in the WWE, emotions would have to be put aside, and obtaining a ranking in the upper card would be what she needed to do.

So, that was why she barged back in, yelled some more at the bickering men, ignored how abrasive the training currently was.

…

WWE Women's Locker room, April 2014

Mackenzie Copeland, or Noelle as she went by to WWE fans, smiled as she looked on to her best friend Paige defeat AJ Lee in her first WWE match.

To see that radiant smile, and tears of joy spread on her face reminded her why she went through the horrendous storylines and tiring matches.

It was now their time to shine.