Hey. This is just an idea I've been toying with for a while. The events in this story do revolve around WWE/TNA and Indy wrestlers but I do not claim to know or own the likenesses. Also, I know that this is highly improbable, but that's why it's fiction and I think it would be fun at least.

With the past and recent cuts to the WWE roster and the diva divion especially, the current divas want to take matters into their own hands and even they get shocked by the results...

Torrie Wilson breezed into the HSBC Arena around 2 o'clock the day of the Smackdown taping and made her obligatory rounds, saying 'hi' to everyone and making sure they were okay. She was too engrossed in thinking about her upcoming feud with Melina Peréz and ideas to make it better to notice the mood backstage was less cheerful than usual. The loud bustle was replaced by solemn whispers and Torrie just smiled, brushed some hair from her eyes and maneuvered her way through the backstage maze of corridors and locker rooms.

"Afternoon girls," she said with a smile as she pushed open the door to the girl's locker room. "Dawn and Jackie aren't here yet?"

Melina looked up from the magazine she was reading and was about to reprimand Torrie for acting so blasé about the situation when she saw Torrie's bright, innocent smile and shining eyes. "Oh God, you don't know."

Torrie dropped her bag. "They're okay right?" A thought dawned on her. "Dawn's baby is okay, isn't it?"

"Everybody is okay," Melina replied slowly and patted the cushion next to her on the sofa. The veteran diva sat down and looked at her expectantly. "Jackie and Dawn were released last night."

"They what?" Torrie asked, feeling like the wind was just knocked out of her. She looked to the list of names on the back of the door and turned back to Melina. "Joy too?"

She nodded. "Yeah. The WWE was set to lose a lot of money with the move to USA and you know house show attendance has been less than stellar-"

"That doesn't give them reason to release two of the very few divas on Smackdown," Torrie cut in vehemently. "Dawn was pregnant for God's sake. And Jackie was just married—what must be going through their minds? What's Charlie going to do?" She trailed off and Melina looked regretful. "Charlie was let go too, wasn't he?" Melina nodded and Torrie punched the cushion next to her in frustration. "Damnit. Doesn't Vince even consider the amount of money he'd save by not having that dumb excuse for reality-type programming Diva Search? And, oh wow, he might've been able to save a few of the ones he let go." Melina was about to say something but shut her mouth quickly when Torrie continued on her tirade. "Why in the hell would he get rid of somebody like Nidia who was so willing to learn, who won Tough Enough with Maven—"

Melina cleared her throat and shook her head.

Torrie threw up her hands in frustration too. "You have got to be kidding me!"

Both girls looked up as the door was pushed open and Candice walked in looking like she didn't have a care in the world.

Torrie's eyes blazed and only saw somebody who caused the release of her friends. She launched herself at the unsuspecting Diva Search runner-up, speared her to the ground and began slapping her harshly across the face. Melina rushed over and pulled Torrie off of the brunette, whose eyes were wide in shock.

"You dumb talentless airhead," Torrie spat at the ground in front of Candice. "You don't deserve the air time you get, you don't deserve to be here."

Candice touched her cheek were a nasty welt was beginning to form and glared at Torrie. "You psycho bitch. I deserve to be here just as much as you and Melina do."

"Like hell you do," Melina shot back. She was trying not to get involved and was satisfied with her job of keeping Torrie from killing Candice when her name was brought up.

"How on earth do you figure that?" Torrie asked, shocked.

"We're all just here for T&A," Candice said simply.

Torrie's mouth fell open. "I've paid my dues both in WCW and WWE. I train and Melina was in OVW before she came here. She wasn't one of you wannabes incase you forgot."

Candice rolled her eyes and then looked down at her nails in disinterest before looking back up at the two divas slowly. "You know Torrie, I know everybody backstage says that you're good in bed, but I'm not too impressed with your talent in the ring."

Melina had loosened her grip on Torrie's waist and that proved to be a mistake when Torrie ran at Candice and clotheslined her stiffly to the ground. She kneeled next to the fallen girl and was about to insult her again when Candice struck out and slapped Torrie across the face.

"I need some help in here!" Melina yelled out in the hall. Soon enough a few of the guys came rushing in and their eyes got wide when they took in the scene in front of them. Christian and Hardcore Holly pushed past through the group of gawking men and separated the girls.

"She shouldn't be here!" Torrie screeched as Christian held her firmly around the waist. She was kicking her legs and trying to break free from his grasp.

"She's insane," Candice retorted. "She should be suspended for attacking me like that." She thought Holly has loosened his hold and lunged against the restraints but he remained firm.

"I think you should've let them keep going," a voice called from the group. "It was turning me on."

"Shut up Joey," Melina snapped at her MNM partner.

Torrie watched closely as Holly said something quietly to Candice and she glared at Torrie before grabbing her bags and leaving the room with a huff. The group at the doorway disbanded amongst grumbles and Christian reluctantly loosened his grip when Torrie assured him she was okay.

"You were really taking it to her," Melina exclaimed when she and Torrie were the only ones in the room again. "I was impressed." Torrie smiled weakly and Melina snorted. "Did you hear Joey, 'It was turning me on', dumbass," she scoffed. "He gets turned on by the naked mannequins at the mall."

"She made me so mad," Torrie said suddenly, dropping down onto the couch. Melina sat next to her a put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "Think about it this way," Torrie looked up and Melina smiled. "Things really can't get any worse than this."

Torrie shrugged. "I suppose."

There was knocking on the door and a few moments later the door opened and Billy Kidman poked his head inside. Instead of the smile and happy expression he usually wore when seeing his wife, his face was ashen and emotionless.

"What's wrong?" Torrie asked in concern, shooting an irritated look at Melina for suggesting that things were as bad as they'd get.

"Well," he started slowly. "Vince had a meeting with the cruiserweights and said that people aren't as responsive as they used to be so they were going to mix them in with everybody else and trim down the roster." Torrie's face paled when she figured out what he was trying to tell her. "I was let go," he paused. "And Vince wants to meet with you." He wrapped his arms around his wife as she exhaled sharply. "I don't think they'll release you. You're one of their top divas."

Torrie put on a brave smile and nodded. "I hope you're right."

Taking a deep breath, Torrie stood in front of Mr. McMahon's office for the day and knocked on the door. The commanding voice from inside told her to come in and she pushed open the tentatively.

Vince was on the phone when she walked in and smiled when he saw her. "Linda, I have to go." He hung up the phone and turned to her, folding his hands on the desk in front of him. "Torrie, I'm glad to see you again. It's been a while."

"Yes Sir," she said. "You wanted to see me about something?"

"In case you haven't heard," Vince started. "The WWE made some substantial cuts over yesterday and today."

"My husband told me," Torrie muttered bitterly.

"We are sorry about that," he said and she resisted the urge to scoff. "He was becoming to injury prone. There was no other choice." Torrie smartly chose not to respond. "And that's what I wanted to talk to you about. We're giving you the option to leave on impeccably good terms to be with your husband."

"Excuse me?"

"If you wanted to quit, we wouldn't hold it against you."

Torrie's mouth fell open. "You want me to quit," she accused. Vince remained silent. "You want me to quit because you know that if you fire me it'll be like firing Stacy and there's going to be a backlash from the fans and your already, on-the-brink of failing company will go down."

"That's just simply not true," Vince said, stinging slightly at the blunt remark about his company's status. "The WWE is just giving you the option now because there's no guarantee that this won't happen again in the future."

Torrie stood up and put her hands on his desk and was silently grateful that she wore a high-collared shirt so Vince wouldn't get a show right now. "Let me tell you this. I am not quitting. I refuse to quit. I'm going to make it my personal goal to put some life back in the Women's Division and if you want to fire me for that, then I feel sorry for you." She spun on her heel and stalked out of the room, her breath coming out short. She just wished that the girls on RAW weren't having the problems she was.

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Manda