"Hello and welcome back to WWE Raw! Before we left to the commercial break, Rebel was on top of the match, but after she attempted to jump from the top rope, she has lost the domination of the match. Eve Torres has interrupted Mystery Rebel's finisher, Revolution."
Mystery Rebel grunted as she hit the mat, hard. Eve got ready to make the headspring standing moonsault, and Rebel blocked. She groaned and rolled on her side. Eve tried her hardest to get up, but the flash of red and pink hair made her freeze up. A weight landed on her stomach and punches were landing on her face. She was roughly pulled up, off the mat, and tossed into a turnbuckle. Rebel moved Eve around the ring a little bit more and lied her out on the mat.
She climbed the top rope and turned so her back was to Eve. She took a deep and closed her eyes, she would never get tired of hearing the cheers as she got ready to do Revolution on Eve. She jumped off and pressed her knees to her chest. She did a 360-spin and flip and pressed her body into Eve's(Shooting Star Press).
"THERE IT IS, FOLKS! REVOLUTION! PROBABLY THE BEST ONE OF HER CAREER!"
When Rebel pressed her body into Eve's she felt her knee pop. But she didn't let it stop her. She covered her opponent, and won. Her music "Rebel Girl" by Bikini Kill hit the stage. She gently worked her way off the ground and was caught by the ref. She was standing on her own fine when she was blindsided by Eve.
After wresting around on the mat for a few minutes, she finally subdued Eve enough. She looked down at Eve and stood her up. After a few seconds, she laughed. "Eve...you know what?" She took a running start and bounced off the rope. She put Eve in a fireman's carry spun her a few times and did the Argentine Backbreaker Drop or Riot as she named it. After she did it, she let go of Eve and stood quickly. "You're a-"
"RIOT!" The crowd overpowered her as the did when she was a face and not a heel.
She fell right back down and gripped her left knee tightly. The ref quickly called out the doctors and they gently probed. She let loose a deep yell. Soon, tears followed. The arena was quiet.
SMACKDOWN!
Mystery Rebel stood in the middle of the ring. She smiled at the crowd. "Hey guys!"
The shouts of "Mystery Rebel!" met her ears.
She laughed. "So, guys, I have some news."
Rebel took a deep breath. "Last Monday, I had an accident. Let's take a look."
The titantron showed the incident last Monday.
"They did some X-rays and a MRI scan and decided that I have a posterior cruciate ligament injury. See, apparently, I've landed on my knee wrong when I was pulling Revolution once a long time ago. And it has been building up the more I put force on my knee. And eventually, the ligament tore. I have a grade 3 sprain. The doctors say that I can return in a year max. But, this has opened my eyes. And I'm sad to say this, but, I am retiring from wrestling for a while."
Cries and shouts of disbelief filled the arena. Tears ran freely down Rebel's face. "I know, guys. But, if I continue wrestling, there could be a chance it could get worse. So much worse. And, I don't wanna take that risk. Don't y'all, too? We've had some wild times during my two year career. We've cried, we've laughed. You guys booed and cheered me. My smiles when I shocked you guys with my many different hair colors. My different color outfits. The sharpie necklaces and bracelets. And I will always remember those moments.
"This title..." She undid the belt she worked so hard to retain. "Meant the world to me. It pains me to give it up so easily. AFTER ALL I HAVE DONE FOR THIS BELT! I GAVE MY BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS FOR THIS! YOU BECHYO ASS ONE DAY IMMA BE BACK FOR THIS!"
Cheers met her ears. "But, for now, this is goodbye. I love you all so much." Her music hit and she exited the ring. She hugged people as she made her way out. A child was crying as she passed. Rebel stopped and stared at the child. Finally, she touched her left arm and took off her bracelet and put it on the child's. Rebel then hugged the kid, crying with her.
"Hey, Kid, wipe those tears of yours. Someone's gotta be strong between us. I'd rather it be you. Keep your head up. And who knows, you might be the next youngest diva at 21 years old." She then proceeded up the ramp and turned around and took a last look at the arena.
'Thank You Rebel!' She smiled sadly and mouthed, "no. Thank you." The now neon green haired woman waved goodbye and dissapeared behind the curtain.
Three Years Later
Isabella Julianne Monroe stood outside of WWE Headquaters. She held her purse in one hand and in the other, the case that held all of the contracts she needed for the buisness meeting. She was a manager on and off screen for some new stable in the WWE. The contracts were just to say that she was not responsible for their personal life. Just to make sure they get from place to place safely and without bad media. And also to make sure they got hotels and food and trained whenever. On screen, she would speak and make deals for them. Once she got in the building and talked in more detail about everything, she would sign a contract about keeping it professional and insurance.
Bell took a deep breath and placed a peice of curly, black hair behind her ear. She mentally slapped herself as she walked in. She was the best manager there was. Why was she nervous? Oh yeah, maybe becuase she never thought she'd be working as a WWE stable manager. "Hello. My name is Isabella Monroe. I have a scheduled appointment with Hunter and Stephanie Helmsley."
The recptionist smiled politely, "please, sign in here. Is there anything I can get you, Ms. Monroe? Tea, water, coffee?"
"Oh, no hot chocolate?" Isabella couldn't help but try to lighten up the situation.
"If there was I wouldn't be sitting here." The receptionist smiled at her, a teasing tone just as mischievous as hers.
"Well, if I must, I'll have a coffee. Only if it's not too much."
"Oh no. Just $49.50."
"Wowzers."
"Just kidding. I'll be right back."
Bell took a seat near the door and began reading over her emails. She was already getting a email for a new job after this contract runs out.
"Here you go, Ms. Monroe." She pressed a coffee cup into her hand.
"Thank you. And please, just Bell. What's your name?"
"Katherine Jackson. But, please, just Kathy."
"Ha ha", Bell mocked laughed good naturedly. Bell really liked the chick in reality though. As Kathy walked back to her desk, she motioned for Bell to take a sip. Not really sure if it was poisoned or not, she took a sip. She glanced quickly at Kathy to mame sure her tongue didn't decieve her. Kathy winked at her. The hot chocolate quickly relaxed her somewhat still tense body. Just because she was a professional at it, didn't mean she was use this. 'Thank you.' Bell mouthed it so they wouldn't disturb the guest even more.
Half a cup later, she was being called back into the meeting room. Stephanie smiled at her a ran through everything. Bella nodded and asked questions when needed. Hunter brought out the contracts and ran through those. "Alright. Sign this last paper and I'll summon your stable."
Bell smiled and initialed where told, and gave her signature.
"You'll have a rough time with these men. They don't have the best history with managers. But we think you're just what they need."
Roman's POV
I sighed and paced the room my SHIELD bretheren and I were waiting in. We were getting a new manager. We didn't know much about her except she's good at social images and everything else. The door opened Hunter motioned us to follow him. A girl was standing up, back to us talking to Stephanie. This girl was about 5' 1" and had long, black, curly hair. She had on a knee length, red, skintight dress, and shiny black heels that showed off her olive legs.
"Well, Ms. Isabella Monroe. This is your stable. Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, and Dean Ambrose. They form the stable The SHIELD. SHIELD this is Isabella Monroe, your manager."
She turned around and I saw small, full pink lips, a button nose, and emerald eyes. Her eyes were wide open in shock. Emotions were flashing behind them as we made eye contact. They went from recognization, to sadness and anger, then finally blank. Stephanie motioned for us to sit down, and I did and tried to mentally figure out what was the whole thing about. Apparently, Dean and Seth thought the same thing since they were looking at her like 'what the heck we do to you?'.
When the meeting was over, Isabella immediately started packing up. She made no move to talk to us, so Seth made the first move.
"Listen, sweetcheeks-"
"Either Bell or nothing."
"Bell, we don't know what we did. So if you could just explain-"
"You seriously don't know? Don't remember?"
She chuckled dryly. "Of course. You three wouldn't remember. Only silly ol' me who hangs to the past would. But don't worry. What happened in the past won't ruin our buisness together. If anything, I'm a professional." She seemed to talk more to herself, than to us. Isabella grabbed her two bags and left.
Dean finally opened his mouth, "what the hell was that? I mean, she left like the building is on fire. Better yet, like she would rather jump from the window than go by us."
I stared at Dean, "oh wise one. What would we do without you picking out the obvious?"
Dean shrugged. "Who knows? Probably drive off a cliff."
"Actually, we were trying to get rid of you", Rollins grinned.
"Bish, please," Dean joked, "I'm the best one on this team."
And that's how we ended up cleaning the meeting office.