"I said quiet!" The crowd booed even louder in response to the high-pitched voice of Madison Rayne, the self-proclaimed "Queen of TNA", as she was, yet again, giving another speech about how fabulous she is. And oh lord, could I hear them shouting their disagreement to her. It made a smirk come across my face. To know that everyone out there... well, besides Tara and herself, anyway... hated that woman with a passion. Including I decided it would only be fitting to set her straight.
Cracking my knuckles, I confidently walked backstage and signaled to the stagehand, waiting for my music. This was going to be fun.
This thing called life goes by so quickly,
One day you're here and then you're gone.
This is a moment I've lived my whole life for,
And I'll never give up, I've waited too long...
Madison's eyes widened at the heavy guitar riffs that sounded throughout the arena, making the crowd erupt into cheers. Only one knockout had Megadeth for her entrance music. She turned to the Titantron to see the brunette, blue-eyed form of Lee Aiden walking down the ramp, an air of confidence surrounding her as always. Madison scowled. Lee wasn't the average knockout. She was powerful. And determined. And don't forget aggressive. She didn't take shit from anyone. Especially her.
"Oh, Madison," Lee nearly cooed in a sing-song voice meant to taunt the Knockout's Champion, "Y'know, you come out here every single night and brag about how amazing you are." she stepped down the ramp a little more. "And frankly, I've had enough."
Her left index finger pointed at the female in the ring. "While you may take out every single local person that gets a chance to prove themselves, whenever a real knockout shows up, you turn on your heel and run away." Lee stuck her free hand in the pocket of her baggy, bloody pants, shaking her head and clicking her tongue in disappointment. "You don't have the true actions to back up your words."
In response, Madison climbed out of the ring, glaring at the white-clad knockout that had interrupted her. "And you think you could do much better?" she retorted, her hand waving in the air in an odd gesture Lee couldn't place.
The brunette raised an eyebrow, fighting a laugh. Instead, she chuckled softly. "Actually, yes. I think I can." she sauntered forward, reaching out to poke Madison in the chest. "And if you're not afraid of me, I'm willing to prove it tonight."
The other brunette eventually smirked and nodded. "You're on."
Lee's features lit up almost menacingly. "Good. But here's the deal-" she moved to the side, climbing up onto the top rope and sitting on the turnbuckle. As if in thought, she pressed a finger to her mouth and averted her eyes to the ceiling before turning to face Madison once more. "This time, we do things my way. Which means your little girlfriend over there is forbidden from ring-side." she pointed to Tara as she said this, causing the crowd to go continued on. "And if she does show up, by some chance, it means instant disqualification. Got it?"
Their mouths hung open, nearly dropping to the floor. Laughing, the brunette jumped off the turnbuckle and brushed past her, walking up the ramp. "See you in the ring, doll."
"Gahh... who does she think she is, anyway?" I scowled, brushing a strand of hair out of my face and taking a sip of water. It was about time someone set Madison straight. For now, I guess it had to be me. "If she's smart, she'll play by the rules this time," I muttered under my breath. "Cause otherwise, we'll see her true colors unfold." I paused, stopping in my tracks. "Then again… that would be enjoyable as well."
A knock on my locker room door startled me, though only briefly. "Come in." Soon, I was tackled to the ground by two bodies, both with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. And of course, they were knockouts as well.
"Dude, you are gonna own Madison tonight!"
"You're going to kick her ass from here to next Thursday, girl!"
"If Tara comes out, can I punch her?"
I pushed the two girls off of me, soon meeting the faces of my two best friends- Olivia and Shayne. They laughed at the antics I'd performed before standing up after me.
"Still though," Olivia questioned, "despite the match having to go by your rules, how can you be so sure everything's going to go the way you planned it?"
Shayne crossed her arms, pacing the arena back and forth. "Knowing Madison, she's definitely going to pull some strings. She always does."
"Relax, you two." I coaxed, sitting down on the couch on the left side of the room, pressing my fingers to my temple to ease the headache that had been growing. "I can handle this the way I always have. But if, by chance, Tara does come out, I'm counting on you two as my best friends to teach her a lesson."
Their nods allowed me to smile. Just the thought of tonight's main event made me feel all giddy inside. Madison Rayne would get what was coming to her. And it was going to be oh, so sweet.
Taking a breath, Lee slowly made her way down the hall to watch the next few matches. She was much too excited to stay cramped in her locker room, despite having Olivia and Shayne to talk to. There were some things she didn't want to miss.
After devouring an apple she had grabbed from the catering table, she tossed the core in the trash and took a drink of the Dr. Pepper in her pocket. She also said a few hello's to Angelina Love and Velvet Sky along the way and joined them in their walk, as they were headed to the same destination.
"There's not a doubt in my mind you'll beat Madison tonight, Lee." Velvet told her, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder.
Lee gave Velvet her trademark smirk before winking playfully. "Believe you me, girls- Her reign will end tonight. I'll make sure of it."
Angelina smiled at the brown-haired knockout. "Just remember- we've got your back."
"Never let go of that thought for a second." she assured them. When they reached the backstage area, the girls went to grab some chairs, though Lee wasn't eyeing the equipment on the floor and tripped on a wire, nearly falling on her face until a strong pair of arms caught her by the waist and gently lifted her back up.
"Careful there, you almost hit your head." a smooth, deep voice made it way to the ears of the brunette as she took a sharp breath, brushing herself off as the hands let go of her. "Wouldn't want you getting hurt now."
Lee smiled to herself. "Heh… guess I was being a little clumsy there." she joked, then looked up, her blue eyes meeting with a pair of chocolate brown ones, accented by a face painted in white with long, intricate lines of black and red running down the sides. Lee recognized this face.
It belonged to the reason she'd started wrestling in the first place.
The man she'd idolized since day one.
The Icon, Sting.
Lee's mouth nearly hit the floor in shock and surprise, now feeling her cheeks turning warm. What in the world was Sting doing here, of all places to be in the building? Why had he noticed her to begin with? And why did he just he just save her from getting a possible concussion? She had no clue. All she could do was stare at him. Seconds seemed like minutes, even hours to her now- just simply staring into the depths of those eyes that seemed to capture her very soul and hypnotize her.
Wait, what am I doing? She scolded herself mentally. You can't let him know he has this effect on you! Snap out of it! Regaining composure, Lee managed to stand up straight again, straightening out her tank top and giving the man in front of her a faint smile of gratitude. "Thanks for that, by the way."
He gave her a nod of affirmation, then walked past her and the other girls to the men's locker rooms. Noticing the shade of pink still accented on the brunette's cheeks, Angelina gave her a smile. "What was that I just saw?" she nearly chuckled.
"Hmm?" Lee turned to face her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she sat down without any casualty this time.
The blonde pointed behind them with her thumb. "That was Sting, right?"
Lee nodded, taking another swig of her soda before responding. "Yeah, what's that got to do with anything?"
Angelina smiled. "Your cheeks are pink."
The fun laughter of the two blondes made Lee blush even harder. Oh, shit. She thought. I did not just blush around Sting. Dammit.
Velvet managed to catch her breath from laughter. "Oh come on, Angie. He just helped her from hitting her head, is all. It's not as if she has a crush on him, or something." she got up and walked to the water fountain to get a drink. "Give the girl a break."
Lee stuck her tongue out at the other female before smiling to herself, though it disappeared after a was right. She didn't like Sting like that...
...or did she?