Title: Not Included

Author: Wrestling-Jessikah

Email: jessiecar68@hotmail.com

Rating: R

Content: Language, talk of adult issues (maybe)

Characters: Stephanie McMahon, Chris Jericho, John Cena, Victoria, and Sable

Pairings: Stephanie/Jericho, Sable/Torrie *maybe*, John Cena/Victoria, Molly/Stevie Richards (indirect mention)

Spoilers: The kiss between Torrie and Sable.

Disclaimer: I own no one. But I do know where they keep the contracts…

Notes: In this story everyone in the WWE lives the lives that their on screen characters do. There is no roster split. This means no GM's! Vince owns everything and everyone! There's only one spoiler, and I made everything else up. I know I said that I dislike slash, but I give in…only this once. It is not graphic, actually it is not even physical. It is an infatuation between two heterosexual women.

Timeline:

Stephanie: Married to Hunter and a total bitch. (sort of)

Sable: Just came back, and in love with Torrie.

Victoria: Crazy as all heck, and single.

Chris Jericho: A jackass and in love with Stephanie.

John Cena: A hip-hop rapper/wrestler. In love with Victoria.

Summary: Um…The title says it all.

READ THE NOTES SO YOU WILL NOT BE LOST! CHARACTER POV'S WILL CHANGE, SO PAY ATTENTION!

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John Cena's POV:

He had just stepped into the gorilla with his new free-style in his head. He was again going to challenge Brock Lesnar and he did not feel like losing. He prepared himself as best as he could before stepping onto the ramp. He began:

Let us begin with your face Brock,

How are you so damn dumb that your head just collided with a rock?

All the F5 is, is a ballerina twirl with a twist.

I'll be like that rock, Brock, when ya face connects with my fist.

I challenge you to a fight dog,

And I'll take that title away with only one fall.

So take my challenge, you ape, and that's all.

John walked back to the gorilla and headed back to his locker room. He knew what everyone said. After he finished his promos, everyone just laughed at how he acted. They said he was trying too hard to be "black." He just wanted attention. He just got the wrong kind, that's all. He walked a little faster as he heard footsteps behind him.

He turned around to see Victoria. See stood in all of her glory her long hair falling down her back. She didn't wear her usual sadistic smile and her eyes sparkled with something other than insanity. John did his best not to stare. She briskly walked past him and continued down the hall. He watched as she entered Steven Richard's locker room and quickly disappeared. John stood glued to the spot that he stood in; mesmerized. He finally walked passed her locker room and continued down the hallway.

When people looked at Victoria, they saw a maniac. When he looked at Victoria, he saw love. She was intelligent, witty, charismatic, passionate, committed, and above all, beautiful. He was afraid of her though. Every time he'd try to talk with her, he would stutter and stare. He had to get a backbone—and soon.

He finally made it to his locker room. He stepped under the unrelenting spray and let his muscles relax. He looked at the white tiled wall and thought of the many times he had cried in showers like these. He was tired of not being liked; not being included. His roommates never invited him to go out and the divas practically laughed in his face. All except for Stephanie and … Victoria. He wouldn't cry anymore. He would find a way to be accepted. Hopefully…

*Sable's POV*

She walked up to the ring with her music blaring behind her. It felt good to be back. She entered the ring to come face to face with Torrie. She was beautiful. When she saw Torrie on the cover of PLAYBOY, she decided to take up Vince's offer to come back. She quickly did her promo and prepared herself for her moment. Her lips gently grazed Torrie's as Torrie pulled back. Electricity shot through her body as she stepped out of the ring. She was back. She went backstage and was delighted to see everyone looking her way. She walked past two divas on her way to her locker room. They quietly spoke.

"So she's a lesbian now?"

"I guess so. She looked like she enjoyed that kiss. It might bring some ratings to the show."

"So Lita, do you know why they are bringing in the 'old guns'?"

"I thought it was a joke at first Stacey, but well not anymore."

They giggled as they walked past her. They didn't notice her standing there. A lesbian? Never. It was alright to admire another woman, wasn't it? She walked down the hall and entered her locker room. She had been back for officially two weeks. When Stephanie introduced her role, Sable was ecstatic. She had been rooming with Dawn Marie for the past two weeks. Dawn was totally different than she was on television. Usually Lita, Stacey, Trish, Ivory, and Dawn went partying, but she was never invited. Dawn would look on when she was around her friends. She felt awkward and out of place. She was one of the "older divas" in the company. Dawn Marie was significantly younger than she was but the divas considered her the same generation as they. Almost every night they came and every night they left without her. There was even one night when they stayed in because of the rain. Trish simply closed the door to Dawn's room and said, "We'll keep it down if you would like to sleep." That hurt the most. They were in the same hotel suite and she was still not included. She didn't sleep that night. She listened to them talk and watch movies until well into the night. She wanted so badly to be their friends. She would have it soon.

Chris Jericho's POV

He sat backstage looking at the television set. He looked at the replays of Sable and Torrie's kiss. His promo was coming up in ten minutes. He laced up his boots and began to stretch. He was fighting HHH. He truly hated that bastard. He did not know if it was because of Stephanie or the fact that Triple Nose had screwed him over about 1000 times. Chris lifted his head to the sound of the door being opened. There she stood the one and only thorn in his heart, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley. She donned straight hair, no make up, a pair of jeans and an "Always on Top," tee shirt. Her face turned into a scowl as soon as she saw Chris.

"Where's Jeff, Jericho?"

"Why Princess, is he the only man that hasn't laid you on you back?"

"Very fucking funny Jericho. Could you just answer the question?"

"Well I think he is still with Trish. If you want to join in I think there in her locker room."

"Yeah whatever. Good luck with Hunter. I hope he doesn't kill you."

"Yeah he just wants the world to know his wife isn't a slut, but all his locker room buddies, the limousine staff, the security guards, the announcers, the popcorn sellers, the prop managers, and Heyman will all know you give good head—"

"Goodbye Jericho. Oh, and now, I hope he does kill you, you jackass."

"Bitch

"Ass hole."

"Slut."

"Dick head."

"Whore."

"Wise ass."

"Bottom feeding, trash bag ho!"

"Go to hell you jerk!"

"Not if you'll be there!"

"Humph!" Stephanie turned on her heels as Jericho smiled smugly as she stomped down the hall. His smile faded as she turned the corner. He hated when they fought. Sometimes he couldn't keep his mouth shut. It used to be one of his greatest personality traits, back when he said the right things. He really wanted to kiss her, hold her, and tell her that he loved her. His egotistical challenges were getting in the way of his love life. Everyone thought that he was an ass clown. He used to get cheers when he went out on the ramp. Nevertheless, all that accompanied him to the ring lately were boos and degrading chants. He was an outcast. He wanted to be a face again. He would be soon because he would not be left out.

*Stephanie's POV*

"Not unless you'll be there!"

She had gone there looking for Jeff so he could help her sew her dress back together. She stomped off towards Hunter's locker room. He was talking with some of his goons. She decided to wait by the gorilla. She wanted to cry. He always made her cry. If he only knew. She wasn't a slut. If anything, she was modest, in private anyway. Hunter thought it best if she came across in that bitchy way, but she hated it. All her friends hated her. She was secondary to everything and everyone. It hurt that Jericho called her names, but it hurt more because Hunter had moments ago called her those same names.

"You stupid whore! What the hell is your problem!"

All that from his spilled water bottles. She knew she should have gotten out of the relationship sooner, but Stephanie always stuck with it. It used to make her special, now it just made her stupid. One thing she hated the most was the fans. When she was daddy's little girl, they loved the sweet Steph. Now that she's Hunter's little whore, she was internationally hated. She was never invited to parties or picnics, unless of course her father ordered the superstars. She had stopped asking a long time ago. Hunter usually went bar hopping or "babe watching" it hurt when she caught him cheating on her. She couldn't leave, she had no where to go. Therefore, she stayed. Now he let everything out in the open. She wouldn't let him touch her. She was tired of this. She wanted to be invited to the parties, the picnics. She wanted to have friends, a loving husband. Why couldn't she have what she wanted? She would have it, she was positive of it.

*Victoria's POV*

She had left Steven to his girlfriend Molly. Victoria loved to see them together, but usually felt awkward when they started making out. She walked down the halls looking for someone to scare. She didn't really know why people were afraid of her. She just acted that way so that the fans would know that she was here to stay. Most of the divas were beautiful. They were excluding her from there little "clique" because she didn't fulfill their criteria. She was more of the school geek, backstage anyway. All of the male superstars looked at her as one of the guys. Since the divas didn't really like her, she spent most of her time reading or exercising. No one really spoke to her, they all thought she was a freak. There was the occasional times that Jeff Hardy and that Cena boy tried to talk with her but failed.

She would always walk by Cena, she didn't know why though. She just felt like he wanted to speak. He was kind of cute. She always caught him staring when she came backstage from a match. Victoria hadn't had a real relationship in three years. She wished she beautiful like the other divas. Hell, she didn't even know if people called her a diva. She was just that crazy chick of the WWE. She knew that her script entitled her to be the wildcard. However, none of the other wrestlers had to act the way she did. Except for the masked wrestlers like Kane and Mysterio, and there was always Steven. There were times when she wanted breast implants just to fit in. She and Stephanie had been friends until Hunter controlled every aspect of her life. She was all alone. All she wanted was to be a diva. She wanted to be a part of their clique.

She didn't want to be excluded.

A/N:

This is only part one people. I'd love some review! If I get at least two good reviews in the next week I'll continue. Otherwise I'll just delete this story forever! (Just Kidding) My cat just jumped on my computer that was sooooo cool! I got to go, but I'll be back—I promise!

Jessikah