My first Wrestling fan-fiction. Read and Review please. It's greatly appreciated.
Gail Kim sat in the dark and rain after Raw. The other girls wouldn't let her into the ladies' locker room, claiming they might catch Gail's disease of messing moves up. Never mind the fact that Victoria completely nearly missed Trish with her moonsault tonight. Or that fact the Lita consistently screwed up just about every move she had. Or that Trish flat out missed with her kicks half the time. Oh no, they were WWE's golden girls. They could do no wrong.
Gail had only wanted the fans to love her like they had the likes of Trish Stratus, Lita, Sable and even Chyna. So it seemed natural to Gail to try and be as entertaining in the ring as possible. And it was starting to work too. In her very first match she outlasted six other accomplished women's wrestlers and became the women's champion after finally nailing a hurricanrana that took Victoria over the top rope and out of the ring. Gail Kim had come and made her impact already, but she was determined to solidify her spot. And to do that, she had to get the fans to fall in love with her. The fans were dazzled by her wide variety of Lucha Libre moves. The speed and agility in which she moved around the ring was unseen in a woman before, even in Lita. Gail Kim began to rack up wins and gain the support of the crowd. That is, until she slipped.
It was her fourth match and the fans seemed to be getting more into her. She went for her patented Mexican Arm-drag on Molly Holly but slipped on the turnbuckle pad. She continued on with the match without hesitation, but she could hear the crowd chanting at her. Laughing at her. And then to top it off, Trish Stratus, her tag team partner for the night kicked her in the face causing her to be pinned! But did anyone care? No. All they could talk about is how Gail Kim was cracking under the pressure.
At this point Gail was more or less hated in the women's locker room. The veterans, such as Jacqueline and Ivory, were bitter and resentful that Gail was getting television exposure and they weren't. It demoralized Gail to see women she had admired so much dislike her so. Her slipping only solidified their belief that she hadn't "paid her dues."
The next week she lost her championship to Molly Holly. It was a devastating loss, especially since she shouldn't have had to defend her title against Molly in the first place. She'd beaten her two weeks ago. But because of Trish's kick leading to Molly getting a pin fall over Gail, Molly got another shot and capitalized winning the title.
In an bout of anger the next week Gail assaulted Trish Stratus following a title match against Molly Holly. That's right. Forget the champions re- match rule, just give Trish another title shot. That sounds fair. Yeah right.
For the next few months Gail and Molly dominated the women's title scene, having formed an uneasy alliance. Molly seemed to understand Gail's resentment of Trish. For years Molly had lived and coped with it as well. Together, they vowed to never let Trish take their spotlight again. And Trish wouldn't, for a while at least, but Lita would.
Gail had respected Lita. After breaking her neck she would be returning to the ring soon. Little did Gail know Lita would return attacking her. The fans gleefully cheered as Lita and Trish bested Molly and Gail on several occasions, and as Lita became number one contender. What the fans didn't see was Lita's constant verbal berating of Gail backstage. Accusing Gail of trying to steal her spot.
Gail and Molly separated a bit and Gail quietly began to win matches again. Until once again he desire to please the fans resulted in an error. In a match against Trish, Gail attempted a Rey Mysterio like plancha, only to once again slip and break her collarbone. She finished out her match, although she didn't get one compliment for that, and was then taken straight to the hospital.
Nearly five months later Gail anxiously awaited her return to the ring, in a seven woman battle royal, same kind of match she debuted in. She came out to her music and made her way to the ring as the ring announcer struggled to remember her name. Little did Gail know the match wouldn't even be televised until it came down to Trish and Lita. Surprise, Surprise.
Gail once again began racking up wins and scored one of her biggest wins to date, a non-title win over the current champion Victoria. To top it off she got the win by making her submit. A title shot had to be coming her way right? The next week she again showed her superiority over Victoria by making her tap out once more. Gail Kim vs. Victoria for the women's title was set for the pay-per-view and Gail had her chance to show the world what she was made of. That is until Lita scored a surprise upset victory over her the week before the match. And what do you know? Suddenly both Lita and Trish are added to the match.
Despite Gail's effort, she came up short and the finish saw Trish pinning Lita.
Gail was once again stuck in a rut. The women's locker room hated her. She couldn't help but let the tears fall from her brown eyes as she waited for the other girls to be done with the room.
She'd come back to WWE with the hopes of changing her image. Hoping to stray from the clumsy high flyer to the expert submission specialist. But, no one seemed to care. All anyone could talk about was Trish's big win.
Her mascara ran down her dark cheek as tears drenched her face now. It was a sad scene. This poor woman, sitting outside a near empty arena in the rain in her pink poncho. Many of her fellow wrestlers even walked by her, obviously seeing her crying, and yet they walked right past her. Too busy to deal with the likes of her. Too busy to show some compassion. That made it all the more worse.
She didn't know how long she'd been out there when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Gail?" Asked a young masculine voice.
Too embarrassed to look at the man, she kept herself from looking at him. "Yes?"
"Are you alright?" The man inquired.
"Yes." Gail sniffled, trying not to let him see her tears, but at the same time trying to see his face.
The man placed his hand under Gail's chin and gently turned her face to look at his. It was Randy Orton. Of all the people in the backstage she'd least expected that he would be comforting her.
Upon seeing Gail's tear-wrenched face Randy tilted his head sympathetically and buried her face in his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her, "It'll be okay." He whispered.
Gail stopped holding back and just let herself cry. She'd needed to for a long time but hadn't let herself. Randy and her hadn't really ever talked in the past. She'd always thought he was rather cocky, hung up on his good looks and in-ring skills. But here she was, crying in his arms, as if they had had some great friendship. As if he knew exactly what Gail was going through, and exactly what she needed.
It was a long time before Gail looked up from Randy's black shirt and stared into his blue eyes.
"Thank you," She told him, and for a moment, it felt like he was going to kiss her. For a moment their was something in those eyes that told her to get ready. Something in his gentle touch that readied her. But whatever it was, he'd pulled back. "I must look terrible," Gail laughed, breaking an awkward silence.
"You look beautiful." Randy responded, rising to his feet and extending his hand, "Now let's go get your stuff."
"The girls won't let me int-" Gail began.
"The girls already left." Randy told her, giving her a curious look, "They all went out the front entrance."
Gail took Randy's hand and he lead her through the empty backstage. Waiting patiently for her as she gathered her things. She was somewhat surprised none of the other girls had trashed her stuff.
"How are you getting to the hotel?" Randy asked, as Gail exited the locker room.
"Well, I was planning on getting a ride with Molly, but she's gone. So I don't know." Gail replied.
"Come on," he told her, I'll give you a ride."
Gail smiled as walked with Randy to his rental car. Perhaps things weren't so bad after all.
Good? Bad? Hate the way I made Lita and Trish? Just let me know.