"Nobody get dressed!" Randy Orton burst through the doors of the WWE locker room after a Smackdown/Raw pay-per-view.
"Ha, Randy, I didn't know you swung that way." John Cena snickered, slapping his ball cap on and getting ready to head to the hotel for at least the next night.
Randy rolled his eyes. "No, I mean we have another, lucky backstage pass winner."
"So?" Chris Jericho asked. "We have one of those like every other week. Guy after guy wanting to know if we're really on steroids."
"It's a chick this time."
Everyone scrambled to get out of their clothes and into nothing but their wrestling gear. Every 'lucky backstage pass winner' had been, yes, Jericho was right, a testosterone-filled guy. A girl who was willing to come back here was phenomenal; they weren't gonna take their chances.
All except for Rey Mysterio.
Mysterio had already gotten his 'Booyaka' loose shirt on, and had changed into shorts and tennis shoes. All he did was silently slip his mask back on, and stood in the corner without another word.
No-one said anything about it.
They had gotten used to it. Sadly, and pathetically, they had. Mysterio had been like this for almost a year, ever since his wife, Angie, and his two kids, Aaliyah and Dominik, got into that car crash.
Of course, not everyone had gotten completely used to it. There was always that regretful look over their shoulder in the locker room that only lasted a moment, but it would mean the world to them if Mysterio even acknowledged the looks.
"Hey dude," Triple H piped up, looking over at Mysterio. "Aren't you gonna get back into your wrestling gear? It's a chick that might actually not wanna spend all her time with the Divas!"
Rey shrugged and sat down, not really preparing for anything, but if he was lucky, this girl would be more interested in someone other than him.
They always were…
"Alright, and here's the locker room," all of the superstars heard right outside of the door. "Now you're sure you don't wanna spend your pass with the Divas?"
"Yes, I'm sure." You could hear the rolling of the eyes with that statement. "What, never had a chick excited to meet the superstars for something other than how hot they are?"
There was a collective, disappointed sigh as the superstars heard this, but they never the less tried to inconspicuously listen to this conversation.
"Not really…" the male voice muttered. "But if you're gonna spend your time with the superstars, will you at least try not to get hurt while you're here? Or pick any fights…or start any arguments…or do anything that would put WWE into immediate liability?"
The superstars sniggered, and the girl laughed. "Can do," she grinned as she walked into the locker room, halting in her tracks as she took in the sight and the feel of meeting the WWE Superstars.
Edge looked over his shoulder, pretending as if he wasn't expecting this. "Lemme guess, you're our lucky backstage pass winner?"
The girl smirked and replied, "lemme guess, you're as smartass offscreen as you are on?"
The locker room erupted in laughter, and the girl crossed her arms, nodding with the smirk on her face.
Edge grumbled unintelligibly to himself. "I thought I heard that you weren't supposed to be starting arguments while you're here."
The girl nodded. "Yeah…true. So, let's start over." She held out her hand. "My name's Alix Mercier, known to my friends as Dama Mysterioso.
Mysterio's head jolted up at that, and his fists clenched. There were small grins on everyone else's face, enjoying that, for once, Rey may end up being the center of attention.
"Well your man over there has been havin' some issues…" Triple H said sadly.
"Trust me, I know." Alix looked to the ground. "I just hoped…maybe if I got to meet him that he'd have turned around by then."
Mysterio's face flushed red with anger from under the mask. How could this girl, this girl he hadn't even looked that, have expected him to get over the death of his wife and children so quickly?
Alix looked once at Mysterio, but soon turned around to the rest of them with a smile on her face. "Alright, first's first, how many of you are actually asses offscreen as much as you are on?"
Everyone laughed again, and the first to proudly raise his hand was Jack Swagger.
"Ah yes," Alix grinned. "I hate your guts. You know you almost ran over my brother with your car once, right?"
"Wouldn't that have just been a good thing?" Swagger cockily grinned.
"Eh, yes, you're a culo..."
Everyone looked up again at the sound of Alix slipped randomly into Spanish.
"Sorry," she blushed. "I slip into it sometimes…it's as natural to me as English."
"Your name is French though, right?" Randy piped up with a curiousness of a young child.
"Well…yes…" Alix nodded again. "I am French…but I take Spanish in school…and I am the Dama Mysterioso."
Everyone but Mysterio grinned. Mysterio's nails cut sharply into his palms, and his brows shifted together in anger. Never did he want to hear that again.
He flew over the bench and pounded Alix's face in, taking her by surprise. She emitted a small yelp as she was thrown to the ground.
Within seconds, she grabbed Mysterio's fists and twisted him around, catching him in a Masterlock.
The locker room was wide-eyed.
"Now if you try to punch me again, I will take on Chris Masters and actually fling you around." She said in a harsh tone. "But if you don't I'll just snap your neck. I was joking, mi amor."
Rey struggled again at this, but Alix was strong.
"I repeat: I will take on the spirit of Chris Masters and fling you around. Chill, man. If you move I'mma do that, kay? Now, is it cool for me to let you go and not risk detachment of my nose, or do I need to hold you here like this? 'Cause, trust me, I'm cool with that."
Alix could faintly hear noises from Mysterio, and she took that as a cue that it was okay to let him go.
Catcalls echoed around the room, along with applause.
"We have a new Diva!" CM Punk laughed. Alix shuddered.
"Yeah, no. If I seriously would have to deal with the balls of crack and stupid emotions that're goin on in the putas locker room, then I'd seriously commit suicide."
"You sure know a lot of Spanish swears for a French chick." Cena offered, leaning back against his locker.
"I know more than my Spanish teachers, okay?" Alix chuckled. "I can swear whenever I want and no-one knows it. Now, is someone gonna be a gentleman and get me somethin' to get all this shit offa' my face?"
Kofi Kingston and R-Truth scrambled at the job, even though they hadn't said a word. Truth had just realized exactly how city this girl had in her.
"Whas' all this noise?" came a booming voice from outside the lockers. Alix beamed immediately and raced towards it, catching Big Show in a bear hug just as he was turning the corner.
"Woah, what the – ?" he started to ask.
"Meet Alix." Triple H grinned. "Lucky backstage pass winner. Apparently she's a fan…"
"Totally!" Alix beamed, not letting go of the Show. "God you are absolutely amazing. You almost touched my hand at a house show like a year ago. Oh my god I was like…in awe."
"Hehe, well, I'm glad I have another fan." Big Show smiled. "Whats up with your face, girl?"
Mysterio's face darkened under his mask as a silence took over the locker room.
"Our little luchador gave her a beating." Edge replied matter-of-factly.
"What the fu-" Big Show started again, but was interrupted.
"Dude, stop." Christian stopped him. "She may have a sailor mouth, but that doesn't mean you have to set a bad example for her."
"That just doesn't make any sense!" Show shouted, exasperated. "Rey? What the hell are they talking about?"
"She mocked Angie…" Mysterio said stubbornly.
"I did not." Alix countered. "Dios I was making a joke. I'm sorry that I absolutely idolize you. Alix suddenly beamed. "Wait. I know someone here has to know who the mystery Raw GM is. Tell me!"
Triple H grinned and nodded. "I do."
"Tell me! Oh my god…I think I know, I think I know, but I wanna know for sure!"
"Who do you think?"
"Shawn Michaels!" Alix squealed. "It's gotta be HBK! Oh wow, I loved you two as DX!"
Triple H looked surprised. "You're old enough to remember DX?"
"No," Alix admitted. "Not really. But that's what a mother that's into it, and countless vids on YouTube can do for you. You. Guys. Were. Awesome!"
Triple H laughed. "You really wanna meet the anonymous GM?"
"Si!" Alix bounced in place. "Si, si, si, si, si, si, si!"
Cena whistled. "Mysterioso's got some competition."
"Callar, estupido." Rey replied stubbornly, looking back towards the wall.
"Can it, Mysterio." Alix's voice grew rough. "Apparently you're not who I thought you were. Back to my obsession with Shawn Michael's, I guess…"
There was silence again, with this new argument between Rey Mysterio and the new girl.
Triple H stood up and slipped his hand around Alix's. "Then let's go."
Alix bounced on the balls of her feet just as Truth and Kingston came racing back up with wet washcloths.
"Aw, thank you guys." She grinned, smearing her blood-ridden face with the cloths. "Dios that feels good. You guys rock."
Alix stood on her toes to give Truth and Kofi each a quick kiss on the cheek before being led away by Triple H to meet the mystery GM.
"Muy loco…" Mysterio muttered before grabbing his things and preparing to leave.