I'm Not Her

Disclaimer: Oh, come on, people! Do you really think I own anyone or anything in this story? Didn't think so.

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Chapter 1

"How could you do this to me? You swore it was over between you two and I was the only woman in your life, but now I find out you've been sleeping with Kristal behind my back! You fucking bastard, I never want to see you or that tramp again!" Ashley Massaro yelled.

"Fine by me, you punk poser! Kristal is way better than you; she has beauty and class, while you're just some stupid Lita wannabe. So just take your junk and get the hell out of my room you freak!" Gregory Helms shouted, slapping her across the face. Ashley crashed into the wall from the blow and she glared at him hatefully, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"I hate you, Helms, and I hope you die horribly from whatever disease that slut gives you!" Ashley cried as she grabbed her bags and stomped out of the hotel room. That was the fifteenth fight the two Smackdown! superstars had had during their five month relationship and at least the ninth time he'd hit her, and Ashley'd had enough.

What hurt her even more than Helm's dumping her and kicking her out of the room was how he'd compared her to Kristal and called her a "Lita wannabe." She hated how everyone did that, saying how she wasn't as pretty as Kristal and Queen Sharmell, or that she was always trying to be like Lita or Trish. She hated it when people thought she was trying to be someone other than herself.

Why don't people realize that I'm not trying to be Lita? Sure, I have nothing but respect for what she's done for this business, but for God's sake, I'm not her! She thought bitterly, walking down the hall. She then realized she had nowhere to stay. Paul, Brian, and Matt were out partying, Layla and the rest of the ECW roster were staying at a different hotel, and she wasn't close enough to anyone else to bother them with her problems.

Just as Ashley had made up her mind to head down to the lobby to see if there were any rooms free, a rather drunk-looking William Regal and Dave Taylor stumbled up to her.

"Look, mate! Here's a fine-looking wench for tonight!" Taylor slurred, eyeing the Diva lecherously.

Regal grabbed her arm and pulled her against him. "Alright then, missy, let's get to our room and have some fun." Ashley wrinkled her nose in disgust as the smell of his putrid breath invaded her senses.

Trying to wrench her arm away, she snapped, "Go to hell, jackass! I wouldn't sleep with either of you if you were the last men on the whole damn planet! Now let me go!" Unfortunately for her, Regal's years of wrestling gave him a particularly strong grip.

"We weren't asking for your opinion, slut!"

At the word "slut", Ashley viciously kneed him in the groin, forcing him to loosen his grip. Before she could make her escape, Taylor grabbed her hair and began slamming her head into the wall. As her vision darkened and she began to slip into the world of unconsciousness, she heard a door open and slam shut.

Please, she thought, as her brain started to shut down. Please whoever it is see what's happening and stop this!

"You bitch," Taylor growled. "I'm going to make you pay for that!"

"No you won't."

Before Dave Taylor could even fully turn around, a solid fist made contact with his jaw, knocking him backwards into the opposite wall. Regal tried to charge the man, but he simply grabbed him by the throat and threw him into his tag team partner, knocking them both out cold.

The man then turned his attention to the unconscious Diva. For a moment, he considered leaving her there, but decided against it. As he picked her up, and walked into his room, only one thought entered his mind: What the fuck am I getting myself into?

To Be Continued!

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Well, what did you all think? This is my first multi-chapter story, so I hope everyone will enjoy. Ashley's rescuer will be revealed in the next chapter, so keep reading if you want to find out who it is. Remember, constructive criticism is always welcome, as are suggestions. Until next time! Keep on Rollin'!