The Loyalty of Friendship by Disco Inferno1

Summary: Sequel to Where Loyalty Lies. Samia Carlsen has returned after an almost two-year hiatus and has to face the remaining members of the defunct now (Nash, Michaels, Triple H). She already has a plan in mind for them but has not decided how Rob Van Dam fits into her return.

Rating: PG-13 for the usual warnings for WWE wrestling—mild swearing, in-ring/arena violence, and sexual situations.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way lay claim to any name or character in the WWE. This is not-for-profit fiction. The only profit received is pure entertainment. This is written from the standpoint that wrestling is real in every way. Poetic license has been taken with character personas and factions. Parts of this fic are loosely based on television canon. See Where Loyalty Lies for a complete disclaimer.

This story will make much more sense if you have read Where Loyalty Lies first. I don't say that just to get you to read it but to help you better understand The Loyalty of Friendship. For those who have read Where Loyalty Lies, completely disregard the epilogue. This sequel considers the ending of the first to be Samia and Shawn Michaels' confrontation in the ring, RVD offering her job back to her, and Michaels subsequent ranting. The Loyalty of Friendship will pick up almost two years after Where Loyalty Lies ends sans epilogue.

Chapter I: The Return of an Angel

The arena lights dimmed to almost complete blackness. A spotlight shown out from behind the entrance ramp as soft classical piano tinkled through the sound system. A soft purple haze glowed from around a winged child on the Titantron screen. A slim figure stepped from behind the black curtains and stood center stage, her body silhouetted by the spotlight. She stood for a moment, legs shoulder width apart, one hand on her hip and the other holding the brim of the fedora that obscured her eyes as she stared down at her stiletto clad feet.

The piano music came to an end as the sounding of screeching tires and crunching metal echoed through the building. The lights flashed on and the woman bounded down the ramp, pausing only to toss her gray fedora at the announce table. Her golden hair then tumbled three-quarters of the way down her back in loose curls and she ran her hands through it, shaking it out from being pushed up under a hat. She was dressed in what appeared to be a black and gray pinstripe suit.

The Titantron video featured vehicles slamming on their brakes and skidding into other cars as heavy metal music blared through the speakers. Pictures of the woman flashed across the screen with the name "Angel" scrawled across it in purple cursive. She received very little reception from the crowd as Lilian Garcia announced her name as "Angel" and that she hailed from Atlanta, Georgia. She cared little for the response because that was not why she was there. She strode around the ring once and then paused to face the camera. She gave the crowd a brazen smile and slowly undid the buttons to the double-breasted jacket. This time, she garnered a quite nice reaction from the men in attendance but only to be booed when the jacket revealed a white collared midriff.

"Angel" handed the jacket off as Gail Kim's music came over the sound system. She slipped down to the edge of the apron and quickly traded her strappy stilettos for a pair of black patent leather boots. She had finished tying the second one before Gail was done show-boating. Climbing back in the ring, she ran a hand over the pants that hugged her hips low and tight before flaring out and falling down to her ankles. Gail immediately came after her and the two locked up. Angel was able to throw her off and into a turnbuckle. She glared at her as she smoothed her collar down on the shirt that the men of the arena just knew she was about to pop out of. After six months of wrestling in the independent circuit in the outfit without one incident, she was hardly worried about what the men were eagerly hoping for. She glanced around, flashing a smile and shaking her head as she patted the collar again.

Gail sprang up and dashed for her right arm, hoping for an armbreaker. Angel grabbed her instead and threw her in the ropes. Gail came back with a clothesline that barely caught Angel. She pulled her up by the hair and then took out her anger with a couple of chest slaps. Move after move, Gail attempted all her high-flying tricks, but Angel countered each one. She wasn't able to counter with much damage but it was enough to frustrate and slow down Gail.

When Angel gauged that Gail's frustration was at its height, she moved to the offensive. A Russian leg sweep, dropkick, four chest slaps, and a bulldog later, Angel threw Gail down on her face. She barely moved as Angel quickly tucked Gail's ankle behind her other knee. She applied pressure to Gail's other leg and placed her own leg in between Gail's entangled legs. Samia reached down to grab the other woman's arms and pull her up on her knees.


Jerry Lawler had enjoyed the match more than most men should have. Now he was letting Angel have it for what she was doing to Gail Kim. Jim Ross was making an attempt to commentate fairly on the match.

"That's an Indian deathlock, Jerry. We haven't seen one of those in awhile. I'd love to know who taught her that. For that matter, I'd love to know anything about this new wrestler."

"Yeah, like what her phone number is. Wait, J. R., that's an inverted surfboard. We haven't seen that since—"

"Samia Carlsen!" J. R. interrupted.

"I knew she looked familiar," Jerry yelled.

"Now, we can't be sure that's her," J. R. responded. "Angel" dropped Gail Kim as the bell sound and reached for Lilian's microphone.

Lilian quickly finished declaring the outcome of the match and handed off the mike. The referee dropped the winner's arm as she glared at him. She tossed her hair back and finally spoke. "Newsflash: I'm back." She haughtily laughed and continued, "And if you don't know who I am by now, you better find out."

"Now we can be sure," Jerry muttered angrily, harsh feelings about her and a right hook from a bra and panties match coming back as he massaged his jaw.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Samia Carlsen is back," J. R. coolly commented before the show cut to commercial.

TBC…