NEVERMORE
Summary: Raven wanted her but couldn't have her. Now they are both back in TNA and she is free. Only question is- does she see him the way he wants her to?
Rating: M for adult situations, mature themes, and later chapters.
Genre: Drama/Romance/Comedy.
Pairing: Raven/OC.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE/TNA or any of the wrestlers. What is written in this story, save for what is seen on television the rest is my own creation and I only own the OC and her friends. All WWE/TNA entertainers belong to themselves and WWE/TNA. No copyright infringement is intended.
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CHAPTER ONE
Scott sat in the large office, reading over the contract that he'd been handed. Tory Martin, Shane Douglas, sat across from him while president Dixie Carter and two founders Jerry and Jeff Jarrett sat at the other end of the table. He was taping his pen against the table top absently while playing with the piercing in his eyebrow. If he signed this contract he'd be extending his stay with the company for the unseen future. The pay would be great but did he need to stay on?
That was the question plaguing his mind.
The door burst open and the smell of lavender caught his senses. Turning in his chair, Scott froze seeing the person standing in the doorway. She breezed in, apologising for being so late and that she'd had some complication with getting here. She dropped into the seat beside him as Jerry said something. Scott didn't hear him as he was too busy staring at the woman. It must've been what three-five years since he'd actually seen her.
As she peeled her jacket off, Scott smiled seeing the half-sleeve tattoo on her right arm. She had yet to look up but never got a chance to as Jeff put a contract sheet marked with a red tag in front of her. He'd learned the patterns of what those coloured tags meant over the years and what they each meant.
Red marked three years. Blue was between three to ten years and a gold tag marked a special appearance. His had originally been a gold one but it was now marked blue and Troy's was a gold one. As he watched her read down the page, Scott sat back in his seat. Dark hair was curled so it came up to her shoulders. A black singlet top reading his stage name "Raven" showed off the assets she had and the smooth, tanned skin.
He shook his head and leaned forward, signing the contract and sliding it across to Dixie and Jeff just as Troy and the young woman handed theirs back.
"Well, its good you've all signed on for Slammiversay and longer in your cases," Dixie commented, looking at over him and the woman.
The three key people behind TNA all stood up and left them.
Troy turned and looked at the pair sitting across from him.
"Well, well, well M.D. you survived down under," he remarked. Her nervous laugh made Scott look at her.
"I did survive, just…" As she looked round at him, Scott smiled. "Good to see some old friends are still in the business."
Troy nodded. "Well hon, we were gonna get a drink. Want to join us and catch up some?"
Scott pulled his leather coat from off the back of his chair as he stood up. She looked up at them both before shrugging. "Why not? I could use a drink."
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As they walked down the hallway behind Troy, she stepped in close to Scott and slipped her hands around his massive arm.
"So, how you been big guy?" she asked.
"Truth?" She nodded. Milla Diesel had only been young compared to others when she'd started wrestling but that didn't mean she hadn't gone through the same ordeals and such. In fact, her drinking had been problematic a few years back . So problematic that she'd had to enter rehab. That had cost her a year of her career and a great deal of trouble when her mother had passed away that same year and she'd relapsed. "Good actually. Rehab sorted me out a few years ago. So- where did you disappear to?"
She laughed a little as Troy said she'd been missed, especially by those closest to her. "I missed everyone as well, Troy."
They all split up when they got to the parking lot and Scott saw her straddle a bike which made him raise an eyebrow. Didn't she had trouble getting here?
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The far back booth in the bar was free for them when they got to the bar. Scott got Troy to go get their drinks while he watched Milla strip off her jacket again and yet again his eyes were drawn to the beautiful skin that seemed to beg to be touched. Slapping himself mentally, he wondered what the hell he was thinking before her voice broke his thoughts.
"So, you said you went to rehab?" she questioned.
He nodded. She knew he'd done drugs because that was the reason why he hadn't seen her in about nearly five years. "You know when I sent you away. I didn't mean for so long?"
She waved a hand at him. "Its in the past, Scott. It gave me a chance to grow up a little more and it gave us both a chance to work around our issues," she told him just before Troy came back and took a seat beside Milla.
Milla smiled and thanked him for the drink he passed her.
"Can you?" he inquired making a silent reference to her drinking.
"Yeah," she started, "I've had that in control for a while now."
Troy nodded. Scott thought back to seeing her on the bike.
"You said you had trouble getting to the meeting. How?" Milla looked down before taking another sip of her beer.
"Yeah, 'bout that- Gore took my keys. He didn't want me coming here, after he encouraged me to take the contract. So we fought and I got my keys back after told him it was over. Its no biggie really cause we'd been fighting so much lately it was bound to happen. Besides, he hit me and I don't stand for crap like that for a person whose meant to love me."
Troy's lips made an 'oh' shape as he looked at Scott whose hand tightened around his beer glass. He was stopped from letting loose about the guy, who he'd once met at an IPW event and immediately hated him, when a fan seemingly recognised him came over and asked for an autograph.
"Damn!" one of the guys commented making Scott look up at them. "You're Milla, aren't ya?! Dude, you are so hot in real life."
Milla laughed and thanked them before they asked for her autograph and Troy's. "So, when are you guys wrestling next? Cause I'd pay anything just to see you three in action?"
Troy just said they'd have to look out for them in flyers and that cause they couldn't spoil anything. Milla just smiled at the guys who seemed ecstatic about having met the three of them as they left the three wrestlers.
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The three left the bar around seven that night and Scott was stopped by Milla who followed him to his car. "Yeah?"
"Look I know its been a few years but here," she said and handed him a piece of paper just before she leaned up to kiss his cheek making him smile before she headed for her bike.
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The TNA taping that Thursday would be their return to the TNA ring and Milla's big break after so long out of frontline action. She was a mutli-time women's champ in numerous promotions. Australia had just been a few shows each month with nothing to really be proud of. The girls she'd wrestled, of which included Sara Jay, Kellie Skater, Bombshell Bo and Jacoby Jayde, were great to wrestle but there was no title on the line. Nothing had been up for grabs. In TNA she'd at least have a run of the women's title. While Milla respected her co-workers, she was known for despising WWE Divas especially the likes of Kelly Kelly, Maria, Alicia, the Bella Twins, McCool, etc. because she believed that they'd all gotten free rides or were not worth being used in a wrestling ring.
As she found the Knockouts locker she was caught by two flashes who nearly tackled her to the ground. Patrick Martin aka Alex Shelley and his tag team partner Joshua Harter aka Chris Sabin. Her two favourite X-Division wrestlers. She laughed as they hugged her tightly in welcome before running off saying they were late for a very important date.
She smiled at their retreating backs before stepping inside the locker room. She watched, avidly, every wrestling program on the television every time it was on so the girls in front of her where not strange faces. Some she even knew quite well.
Of the girls in there, she could name all nine; Kong, Madison, Velvet, Angelina, SoCalVal, Sharmell, Daffney, Melissa Anderson and Lisa Varon, a former WWE Diva.
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Scott sighed as he laced up his boots. This was not the best of days. He'd woken up with a stiff neck and a slightly more southern stiffness. Since reuniting with Milla all he'd been able to think about was her. The past they both shared, the good and bad things they'd both been through but the most prominent thought racing through his mind was how badly he felt like kissing her. All those years ago he'd wanted her but hadn't been able to have her and now here she was back in his life, and free for the taking, yet he stopped himself from ringing the number she'd given him each time he'd dialled but then cancelled it.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that not only was she too young for him but that he wasn't her type. Every boyfriend she'd had back then had been sculpted muscles, dark hair and not tattooed like he was. He'd always figured he was just her father figure. Nothing more than just a friend even if he, himself, wanted to be something more.
"Hey, have you checked Milla out yet?" He looked at Sabin and Shelley as Sabin whistled playfully.
"Dude, I know she's thirty-one but hot damn that girl is still one fucking hot piece of ass," Sabin said, answering Shelley's question.
Scott scowled, standing up once he finished lacing his boots up and left the locker room. He didn't need to hear the pair of them speaking like that especially considering he agreed wholeheartedly with them.