Summary: Ravyn gets the tag partners from hell and her supposedly dream job seems to not be everything she was hoping for. But what happens when a close friend presents something that could seemingly change this rather dismal partnership? Will it work out? Or will everything come crashing down again?

Pairings (in further chapters): John Cena/Becky, Ravyn/Matt Hardy

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE Superstars so don't sue me! I do own the characters Ravyn and Becky.

Note: John Cena, during this story, is on the Smackdown roster, as is Nitro and Melina. MNM are still a team.

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Regrets and New Chances

Why am I cursed? I get the job of my dreams and I'm cursed with the tag partner from hell…she warned me but did I listen? As usual…no…I mentally kick myself as I glance across at my tag partner from now until the end of a very long five month period. My god she's vein…prancing around in front of the mirror, more worried about her appearance than actually being a tag partner and helping out when it's needed.

"Are you done!" I question agitatedly, wanting to actually for once be on time for a match, I wasn't going to risk getting roasted by our General Manager for what seemed the tenth time this week for being late to a match.

"Beauty takes time," she announced curtly, brushing her hair for about the fifteenth time in the past five minutes. "Besides, the boys haven't come yet…"

"And they are just as bad…" I mumbled under my breath, those two prancing twits who can't seem to stand being away from a mirror for five minutes when they aren't in a match, trying their best to humiliate their opponent and humiliating themselves at the same time. There was a loud bang as the door was thrown open, snapping me from my thoughts. My so called 'tag partner' turned abruptly, smiling as the two males entered, flicking their long hair back, and straightening their fur coats, checking the belts are firmly attached to their pants. I roll my eyes, sighing as I stand up to finally leave to the arena entrance. I had complained so many times to the General Manager that this partnership just wasn't working…but as he said, 'to get to the top you have to make sacrifices, even if it means doing something you don't want to.' I can live with that, just not with the three nitwits known as 'MNM' to a wide range audience across the world.

"Ravyn!" said the sharp female voice of the banshee named Melina, once again bringing me out of my train of thought. "Let's go!" she said promptly, walking from the locker room with the two males quickly following behind her. I just stand, taking my own time, it seemed for once we may actually be on time…maybe the threats of being fired permanently was finally getting the message through their thick skulls. I was surprised it actually penetrated the thick layers of hair products. I glanced in the mirror momentarily, looking at the pale face framed by the cascading black hair, the almost colourless skin highlighting blue eyes. Damn, did I really look that bad? I shrug it off as I finally make my own way out of the room. The corridors seem almost empty, with the odd person wandering about their business.

"Ravyn!" called a rather familiar voice; I blinked as I turned to see the mousey blonde and long time friend come quickly towards me.

"Becky, hi…" I simply reply half heartedly, Becky giving me a confused look as she watched me for a few moments.

"Something wrong?" she asked as she put her arms around me in our usual greeting.

"The usual," I roll my eyes and shake my head as I pull away, "I really wish I had listened to you now, I really do…"

"They getting under your skin?" Becky asked, I nodded in reply and sighed heavily. "Well, there is no need to be so moody!" Becky announced cheerfully, the smile she gave me being somewhat disturbing.

"You have been on the sugar again haven't you?" I winced as the smile turned into a grin, "whatever your planning Becky, it's scaring me already…"

"Don't be!" Becky laughed, "because you will be grinning to when you hear the news!"

"News?" I questioned, even though worried about the wide grin, I was suddenly rather interested.

"Yep! Teddy is supposed to tell you but…what the hell!" Becky laughed again, I just watched her in silence, Becky seemed to love to have these small moments of madness when she laughed at nothing. "Okay, number one, a month has been knocked off the amount of time you have to tag with the walking diaper stains, and two, your next tag partner has already been chosen!"

"Who?" I asked quickly, already more than relieved that I would be spending less time with the weirdo bunch, though it did still seem I would be spending an eternity with them.

"Me! We will be tagging together! Me and you!" Becky announced excitedly, almost literally bouncing up and down on the spot.

"I think I will remind John to lower your sugar dosage," I laughed, feeling rather relieved that maybe things wont be so bad after all, if I can survive the next four months that is.

"Funny," Becky said sarcastically, giggling as she burst out laughing once again. I shook my head amusedly at my close friend's behaviour, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't even be standing here right now.

"I have a match to get to," I said quickly, interrupting the mass of laughter that didn't seem to want to stop.

"Alright! Show them what you're made of!" Becky said confidently smiling; I returned the smile to her and nodded. We embraced quickly, before I waved to my friend, jogging towards the entrance of the arena, knowing the 'perfectionists' I would be scorched for the one being late this time.

"You decided to make it some time today!" came the shrill call, myself doing the usual and ignoring her as she stood ready to exit through the curtain. "And make sure you do the job right tonight!"

"Whatever," I mumbled as I join them. It seemed that the members of MNM, as well as myself, had lately had a string of bad luck. According to Melina, every incident being my fault, because rookies always make mistakes, professionals make no mistakes. That was the small lecture she had given me one too many times, and frankly…I was getting more than fed up of it. She was no professional…that psychopath Mickey James could run rings around this stuck up bimbo, and that was saying something.

The match was to be a rather easy one, or so I thought. An inter-gender eight person tag match, myself and MNM against Brian Kendrick, Paul London, Jillian Hall and Ashley. I've been at the WWE for a month now, Becky over a year…and when I was informed that I got the job I was hoping to be tagging with Becky in the first place. How wrong I was. Becky had warned me how ignorant MNM were, but I thought I could handle it. According to Teddy, before I got to tag with Becky it was to be seen how well I worked with other teams. I would rather listen to Sharmell pronouncing 'my man, and your king' every time I exited into the arena, than have to watch Melina, Mercury and Nitro prance and pose down to the ring with the 'Press' taking snap shots of their every move. Everyone knows they are just Smackdown! Magazine photographers, who soon discard the one too many pictures of them.

My thoughts are disturbed once again as MNM's music hit, and Nitro grabbed my arm and pushed me through the curtain into the bright lights and roars from the thousands of fans. I just follow behind as the three walked ahead, arm in arm as the camera's flashed many times in their faces, walking backwards down the already laid red carpet. I listen to the deafening boos and hisses of the masses, showing their disapproval for the team, including myself. And for a good reason, the manner in which I came into this team wasn't exactly what I had wanted when I asked for an attention grabbing entrance into the business.

FLASHBACK

"We are MNM…and you should know your place! You should know when you are looking at real superstars," Melina said in a stern tone, microphone in hand as she stalked up and down the ring in front of the rock chick known as Ashley. Merkury and Nitro smiled and laughed, clapping and nodding their approval of Melina's words. "And all I see…is second rate trash!" Melina spat, Ashley looking rather angered by this point.

"Listen here Melina!" she shouted as Melina made to speak again, the audience cheering. "You call me trash?" Ashley smirked, as she looked Melina up and down, "I think I can definitely say the same thing for you."

"HOW DARE YOU!" Melina yelled, her face already starting to turn red with rage. "You will pay for that!" Melina shouted, a sudden smile appearing, Ashley looking more than confused. But all soon became clear. A black haired female grabbed Ashley's shoulder, forcing her to turn around, in a second bringing a swift kick to her stomach. Ashley keeled over as MNM watched on, smiling and laughing as the black haired female quickly took hold of Ashley's head under arm and pulled her head down into the mat with a hard DDT. The audience booed their disapproval, the black haired female smiling as she looked down at the fallen Ashley, standing along side MNM.

FLASHBACK END

It wasn't something I was proud of, but Theodore Long said if I didn't do it, no job. So it was a most reluctant move, having admire Ashley before I had entered the WWE. As well as many other superstars, but among the female superstars Ashley was one I kind of looked up to.

The whistles and wolf calls from a group of males near by made me come out of my moment of reminiscing, Melina having started her usual entrance ritual. I just shook my head, using the stairway as MNM did their usual prancing around, or so I called it. Once they had finally finished, the music of MNM's tag team rivals, Paul London and Brian Kendrick kicked up, accompanied by the cheers of the audience. The gold masked duo ran like bullets to the ring, sliding inside and sending MNM and myself out of the ring, Jillian and Ashley walking down the entranceway behind them. Another match, another 'accident' bound to cause more unfortunate bad luck among our team.