Hi! My name is Marz Michaels, and I guess I'm here to tell you my story. I am 24 years old, and am currently a WWE diva. Cool, right? Yes, my dad is Shawn Michaels (if you couldn't tell from the name). I love wrestling; I have wanted to do it my entire life. I am kind of short, only coming in at 5'3. Yea, yeah, laugh it up. Haha so funny. OK, now, where was I? I have lots and lots of friends in the WWE, including but not limited to Cody Rhodes, CM Punk, Justin Gabriel, AJ Lee, Kaitlyn, Christian, Chris Jericho, The Miz, Wade Barrett, Dolph Ziggler, Randy Orton, and Zack Ryder. As you can see, I'm mostly friends with guys, because I can't stand all the drama and ridiculousness that comes with girls. Funny, I'm a girl yet I normally can't stand other girls. Oh well. Anyway, I love to wrestle so much, and I have been doing it for a year and a half. Well, I have actually been wrestling since I was nineteen, but I came to the WWE a year and a half ago. Once I went to TNA, but I just wasn't satisfied there. I had met another one of my close friends, AJ Styles, there though. All in all, I have met so many great people, and I couldn't be happier. I am at the top of my division, yet still I am refused a shot at the Diva's championship. To be quite honest, it's really pissing me off. He's tried giving me that crap about how 'it's not my time' or 'you're just not ready'. I think it's because I don't follow his precious rules, and I don't dress like a slut. My ring attire is a black shirt with 'SHE'S SO MEAN' written in silver letters on the back, dark denim shorts, and black thigh high converse. I also wear a hoodie over my shirt out to the ring. I was a face, but I was really rebellious. I basically did what I want when I wanted it, no questions asked. I was making my way to Punk's locker room, because I didn't have a match tonight and was super bored. While I was walking, my steel toed boots clacked on the ground. I tightened my leather jacket around my shoulders, because this arena had a horrible draft and I was freezing.
At long last I had found his room and I kind of banged on the door while screaming "OPEN UP. PLEASEE." He came to the door, a wide smirk plastered on his face.
"Phillip," I said, trying to keep from laughing.
"Martiza," he countered, and I groaned. I hated my birth name, with a burning passion. Phil knew that, yet he used it anyway.
"Come on Phil, I'm borrrreeeeedddddd," I whined, making my way to his couch, practically inviting myself in. But we both had this mutual understanding. If one opens the door, it is an unspoken invite to come in. So Yeah.
"Philly, I'm kinda thirsty," I said, batting my eyes and pleading.
"Ughhhh. Why am I so easily influenced by you," he groaned as he brought over a Pepsi.
"Thank you Philly," I said, and he sat down beside me.
"You're welcome Marzy."
"So, you got a match tonight?" I asked, shifting my weight and turning to face him.
He just chuckled and said, "Yeah, against Alberto Del Rio."
"Who's that? Ohhh, you mean Alberto Del Oreo," I said, and he started laughing. We both thought he was a major creepo, so we called him names in private.
"Can I go ringside?" I asked, and he just sent me a look. I stood up off the couch, laid face down on the floor, and started rolling back and forth yelling "PLEASE PHILLIP, PLEASE." He burst out laughing, holding his stomach, eyes closed, tears falling. He was barely able to nod his head up and down, but I saw it and got up, straightening myself out. I sat down, put my hand on his shoulder, and just said "Breathe." In a minute he was done laughing, and we sat for a minute. It wasn't awkward, there was no tension. We just didn't feel that way about each other. Now, trust me when I say that AJ and Kaity had tried time and time again to set me up with every single guy friend that I had, and when I say every one, I mean EVERY ONE. Multiple times. Anyway, I said goodbye to Phil and went off to go change into my ring gear so I could walk him out. On my way, I literally walked into a wall. Or at least, I thought it was a wall, until I looked up and saw a guy looking like someone straight out of the S.W.A.T team.
"Hey, watch where you're going, will ya?" I said as I stood up and brushed myself off.
"I could say the same to you," he growled as he looked me up and down, running a hand through his short hair. His facial expression was one of hate and concentration, but his blue eyes gave away the inner workings of his mind.
"Hey, buddy. Watch your mouth." I sneered as I pushed past him. He just turned to look at me as I pushed by. I opened the door to the locker room and changed into my gear. Once I threw on the hoodie, I did my make up to accent my bright blue eyes and dark red hair. I laced up my converse, latched on my GTS necklace, and stepped out of the locker room. I skipped the halls until I made it back to Phil's locker room.
"Hellooooooo Phil," I said as I stepped inside. He was just finishing taping up his hands when I stepped in.
"Hellooooooo Marzy."
"Ready to go, M'Lady?" he asked as he extended his hand.
"Why thank you, fine sir," I said as I took his hand. We walked to Gorilla position, and waited. Del Oreo came walking by not a moment later, championship flung over his shoulder, walkin' around like he owned the damn place.
"Hello, chica," he said, trying to approach me. Ugh. I simply replied with,
"Take one step closer, Oreo. I dare you. I freakin dare you. And if you do, I swear to God my fist will connect with your face so hard I will crush your skull. So take a step closer. Hit on me some more. Go on. Scared now, are we Del Oreo. I thought so."
"You're up," some tech guy called. I gave him a nod and went to go join Phil.
"Approaching the ring, weighing in at 218 pounds, accompanied by Marz Michaels, CM PUNK!" His music hit and we made our way to the ring. Everyone knew we were close, so I had good enough reason to be out here. He slid into the ring and I stood ringside. The bell rang and they squared off.
~~SKIP TO END OF MATCH~~
AUGH. Why is Del Oreo so infuriating! This was one of those matches that didn't have a scripted winner. But he just HAD TO TAKE A CHEAP SHOT FOR THE WIN. ARRRGGHHHH. I slid into the ring and bent over to help Phil up. I leaned him against the ropes and turned back to Oreo. He was up on the turnbuckle holding up that god forsaken championship. That was when the idea came to mind.
"Oh Alberto," I purred, making it seem like I was even remotely interested in him. Ugh, it repulsed me, but it would all be worth it. He turned around, obviously shocked, and he came closer. And that's when I hit him. Square in the jaw with the Sweet Chin Music, payin tribute to my old man. The crowd went wild as he came crashing to the ground. I motioned for a mic and they cut his music.
"Y'know, I have half a mind to take that championship and run with it. But even I won't stoop that low. Consider this a warning, Del Rio. Don't EVER come near me again, ya hear? And if you're deaf, I'm sure you can get your mami to spell it out for you." I dropped the mic, draped Phil's arm over my shoulder, and helped him up the ramp, his music playing. Once we got behind the curtain he straightened up and walked on his own.
"Phillip, I know this may hurt, but I need to go spend time with Cody," I said, with all the seriousness I could muster. We stared at each other for a moment, and then started to laugh. We hugged goodbye and I made my way towards Cody's locker room. I decided to get creative. When I got to his door, I got on my hands and knees and started scratching. I heard him walking towards the door, so I rolled over on my back, hands up like paws. When he opened the door and saw me, the most extreme look of confusion I have ever seen crossed his face, and it took all the power in me not to laugh. Instead, I just looked up at him, the most innocent look on my face, and simply went, "Meow." He looked at me for a second, and then we both burst out laughing.
"Sometimes I really do question why we're friends," he said as he helped me up.
"Because you loooooooovvvvvvvvveeeeee meeeeee Codester," I said as I walked in.
"Did you know we are roomies?" he said as he made his way around the room, collecting his things and putting them in his gym bag. Then it dawned on me that I was still in my gear.
"Yes, I was aware. Umm, are you driving? Or do I need to ask my English muffin to find space in his car to drive us? It'll be a minute, because I have to change….." I began to say. Cody held up the car keys and wiggled them. They made a clacking sound as they swung back and forth.
"Question answered. Be right back," I said, and I made my way back to the locker room, changed, and met Cody in the parking lot. He started up the car, and the engine roared to life. As we drove to the hotel, he sang along to the radio, while I couldn't stop thinking about the guy from earlier.