A/N: Yet another new story, but this one is made to celebrate the fact that I'll be able to update sooner! And a note if any of the readers here have submitted and won in my Mary-Sue story, "Drawing In", I'll be updating that story soon! Anyway, please read and review! Thanks in advance!
Disclaimer: I own Artemis, Isabella, Sara Lee, and Tyra.
Summary: The WWE contracts four Divas with polar opposite personalities – one is a manipulative slut, one that her mistakes are finally catching up to her, an innocent young girl, and 'Taker's daughter. Here are their stories, the Tears of Tomorrow.
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Tears of Tomorrow
Part I
Stephanie McMahon clenched her hands together excitedly as she leaned back in the cushy rolling chair of her office, her feet propped up on the polished desk. Finally, Smackdown was going to get more Divas, and up the competition. The one thing that Stephanie had constantly been worried about was the women's competition. RAW had gotten most of the talented WWE superstars. Frankly, there were only three main Divas of Smackdown, after Stephanie hired Sable. There was the former, Torrie, and Nidia. Stephanie shook her head quietly. So maybe there were two – the GM wasn't quite sure if Nidia qualified in the Diva status. And Sable… Well, she had bad blood with the WWE, and she was treading on thin ice, to put it wisely. But now Stephanie was hiring four Divas. But they weren't just Divas. Each could wrestle very well, and each of them had the greatest backgrounds. The fact that her father would be furious that she slipped in four wrestlers without him knowing would make him furious, Stephanie thought, and it brought a smug smile to her face. Vince, Stephanie, or Eric alone had no power to fire or indefinitely suspend any wrestler unless three fourths or more of the board agreed. It was the same for hiring. Stephanie had called an 'unimportant' meeting when she knew her father wouldn't be able to make it, and wouldn't mind missing it. Of course, right then she had drawn out the potential contracts, and all of the board agreed, minus Vince, but that still made more than three fourths of the board, enough to hire the four.
Just as soon as she completed the thought, four very different girls walked into the room. The only thing that they could possibly have in common was their physical appearance – they all were very beautiful. The first girl that walked in passed in a flourish, and sat in one of the four wooden chairs in front of Stephanie. The GM felt an old feeling stirring up in her stomach, and she knew she wasn't going to like the Diva at all. With a flick of the papers on her desk, she figured out that her name was Tyra. She had thick, curled, dark brown hair that silkily flowed past her shoulders a few inches. Tyra had high cheekbones, making her brown eyes seem higher and more condescending. She was wearing a short mini-skirt that could only pass as a skirt if you hardly moved your legs, and a tube top with fringes hanging down to send the view of her tan, flat stomach into stripes. Tyra sat down, her brown eyes eyeing Stephanie's pressed pants and V-neck top with disgust.
Sara Lee sat down next to Tyra, a bright smile to her face, and it wasn't faked, as Stephanie had first expected. She had bright blond hair and sky blue eyes. Sara Lee wasn't quite as stylish or as revealing as Tyra in her own style, however. She wore a simple T-shirt with "whatever" across it, that somewhat showed off her stomach when she shifted, and faded jeans.
Isabella sat down next to Sara Lee. Her dirty blond hair was about the same length as Tyra's hair. Isabella's hair was a natural dirty blond, but she had dyed the small streaks of dark blond to a bright, yellow color, that made her appear more blond than brunette. She had pine green eyes that offered Stephanie a friendly greeting even as she sat down. Isabella was wearing dark navy, flared pants, and a red, flowered, button up shirt.
Finally, last, but quite certainly not least, Artemis came strolling in. She was only an inch or so taller than the others, but her presence seemed to fill the room, making her seem even taller. Her glistening red hair was slightly wavy, and went about an inch or less past her shoulders. Artemis had stone-like gray eyes that held an eeriness to them, as if she had seen far too much to jump at anything, but they also eyed everyone in the room with obvious mistrust as she sat down on the last chair. She was wearing black, tear-away sweatpants with three thick stripes down the side of her legs, and a small Nike shirt that hugged to her curves absentmindedly. Stephanie vaguely remembered that she was the Undertaker's daughter, and the fact just seemed to straighten her out, to explain her like a map.
Stephanie smiled at the four women, and only two smiled back. The GM studied the four for a minute. Just from their appearances, she could tell that each one was a polar opposite of the other, and that thought only made Stephanie happier, to note the potential friction. It would work to derive the fans from RAW, at least. The GM leaned forward, having already set her legs down, and folded her arms on the desk. "Welcome to the WWE," she announced, "I'm glad you've chosen to be a part of Smackdown, and I hope you'll make wise choices during your time here. I would like to point out that your contracts are solely made with Smackdown, so if you choose to transfer to RAW, you'll have to go to their waiting list after you sever your contract. If you have two contracts going at the same time, I'll feed you to the lawyers." Stephanie leaned back in her chair, the grim look disappearing off of her face, "Now, about your behavior on Smackdown. I won't give you what most other companies give you – the 'good attitude' speech," she leaned forwards; striking each person fiercely with her eyes, "Don't hold back. Don't stray from whom you choose to be on the show. And most of all – hurt people as hard as you can. If it's emotionally, that's great – it makes the physical part more energized. Frankly, be a bitch."
"Gee Tyra," it was Artemis speaking, leaning back casually in her chair, "I guess you've got this job all done for you… You won't even have to try!"
"And why is that?" Tyra asked slowly, rising from her chair to crane her eyes onto Artemis, "Because I'm so much better than you?" she taunted. Stephanie watched the exchange, ideas shooting through her head like bullets.
"No, Tyra," now Artemis was standing extremely close to Tyra. "It's because you already have most of the job done. You know, the bitch and slut parts?" That was the breaking point for Tyra. Tyra let out an angry yell, and lunged at Artemis. Artemis, not suspecting the attack or preparing for it, was left undefended. Tyra grabbed Artemis's head and bashed it against the white brick wall. Once Artemis pushed together enough composure, she gave Tyra a few right hooks, before driving her foot into Tyra's stomach, sending the brunette stumbling a few inches. As soon as she straightened, Artemis crouched, and then slammed into Tyra's stomach with her shoulder, sending splitting pain through Tyra's stomach.
Isabella, Stephanie, and Sara Lee stood up, staring at the sight. No one moved to help. Stephanie watched the two, but decided not to let the fighting go on any longer. She needed the girls in good shape for tonight, even though none of them might be wrestling.
"STOP!" Stephanie shouted, but neither hailed her comments. Isabella and Sara Lee jogged over to the mess of body limbs, yanking the two apart. Stephanie ran a hand down her hair, staring at the two, but disappointment absent in her eyes. "I'm glad that you two hate each other, but please wait until you're in the ring. Tonight, I believe that none of you may wrestle, but I'll see if we have the roster available and good for changes. Just stay ready, all right?"
"Stephanie?" Artemis asked, her tone calm, her face tinged red, "Can I valet for my dad tonight?"
Stephanie sighed, going over it in her head. "It will be dangerous," she pondered, seeing if Artemis would rise to the bait, "He's going up against the A-Train…"
"I'm not scared of some big ape, Ms. McMahon," replied Artemis formally.
Stephanie smiled, "Good. You can valet, I suppose. I'll put off the matches until next week, but feel free to feud to give match ideas…" Artemis nodded, sent a deathly look to Tyra, and then stalked out of the office, probably off to find her father, 'Taker.
"Uh… Ms. McMahon?" the timid calling was from Isabella, "Could I valet for Rey – "
"Yes!" interrupted Stephanie smoothly. "You all can valet tonight! Do whatever you want, just stay in the arena until the show is over!" With those parting words, the three others disappeared out of her office. Stephanie slumped into her chair just as the theme to Smackdown began to play. The GM groaned, but slowly headed to the ring. A McMahon's job was never done…
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Matt Hardy slowly walked down the backstage hallway, noticing the heaviness of his shoulder without his Cruiserweight Championship Title. A smirk lit up his face. He would have it soon. His rematch was up in about 20 minutes, and Crash and Shannon were sure to be there… Hopefully, they didn't get kicked out anytime soon, Matt thought, growling vaguely. But still, Rey had that groin injury and his hamstring couldn't be too well, so maybe the odds were still in his hands.
As he walked down the hall, Matt came upon the object of his anger, Rey Mysterio himself. Matt started to walk towards the smaller Champion, but then he saw that Rey was talking to someone. Being the nosy person he was, Matt stepped to the left for a closer look. Rey was talking to a young, attractive girl, with blondish hair, and green eyes. A thought occurred to Matt: 'Could Rey be cheating on his wife?' Okay, Matt knew the answer was no the second he thought it.
The guys in the back didn't, and false jealousy was often the undoing of many relationships… Matt smiled evilly for a second, and then tried to decipher what they were saying. After a few minutes, he gave up, because the conversation was solely in fast-talking Spanish, in which Matt only understood a word or two of.
As Matt turned into his locker room, he found quite a beautiful girl standing inside of there, twirling his key on her finger, staring at Matt loathingly. She had thick, dark brown hair, and eyes to match. She was wearing a tube top and a mini-skirt.
Matt smiled.
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A/N: Sorry it's kind of weird, but I hope you like! I promise that the next chapter will have more action!