This story was originally posted in 2011, and needless to say, that was a bit of a failure. However, after over a year of working with the extraordinarily talented jcott3, we have put together a revised and revamped, amazing, version of this story, henceforth named, "The Return - Remixed." Without jcott3, this wouldn't even have been possible, so I'm giving a huge shoutout and round of applause for all of their help in this process.
Now, without further ado, here is The Return - Remixed.
CHAPTER ONE
Michelle and Layla walked through the backstage area, rolling their eyes at the childish people who picked on them for their loss against Trish Stratus and Snooki the night before. "It's like they don't understand anything about that match. If it wasn't for us, Snooki wouldn't even be able to wrestle… Wait! She can't, anyway!"
"Exactly," Layla said with a roll of her own eyes, linking arms with her taller, blonde counterpart as they continued to the Diva's Locker Room. About halfway there, Layla tried to pick up the conversation again. "I mean, Trish being Snooki's partner was just so-"
"Hold that thought." Michelle stopped in her tracks and held up a perfectly manicured hand to stop Layla as well, both of them now standing in front of a TV screen, which was playing the live RAW broadcast.
The commentary had been going on, talking about the match that was going on later in the night, the main event, when the screen had gone to static.
After another second or two of static, the figure of a woman standing tall and straight with her arms behind her brain showed up on the screen, causing both Layla and Michelle to focus intently on the show.
The video slowly zoomed in on the woman's eyes, and when it finally got to that part of the shadow, the eyes lit up-just the eyes, so you could see nothing but them. All the while, a voice was speaking. It was heavily edited, like it was being spoken through a fan, in a deep female tone.
"The Diva's division… in such a state of disrepair that people look everywhere, trying to save it. Everywhere and anywhere. We will fix it soon."
Just as suddenly as the static had stopped Michelle and Layla in the hall, the screen was back to showing Michael Cole, Jerry Lawler, and Josh Mathews.
Josh's eyes showed his intrigue, and he was nodding slowly as he moved his eyes from the small screen on the commentary table up to Lawler. "Well, it looks like we just got some new Divas, doesn't it, King?"
"This is exciting! New puppies!" Lawler laughed, smiling and turning to look at Josh as well. Cole, who was being blatantly ignored, deadpanned from his place in the "Cole Mine."
"I don't understand your excitement about this. Can we get back to the real athletes, here?"
Layla scoffed after Cole's comment, and pulled Michelle a bit to get them moving once more.
They shook their heads as they walked along the hall, Michelle muttering things under her breath about the idiots on commentary.
"Well… that video was pretty weird." Layla raised her eyebrows.
Together, arm-in-arm, Lay-Cool made their way back to the Diva's locker room after a few minutes and snatched up two towels once there, dabbing the sweat that had formed after hair and makeup were finished.
"I'm just so glad we have a match Friday and not tonight."
"Real-talk, Lay."
Friday night, as Layla had mentioned they would, Lay-Cool had a match against Beth Phoenix and Kelly Kelly. As "Not Enough For Me" played through the arena, the crowd began a unanimous reaction of booing the girls, and loudly. Michelle and Layla waved their hands through the air, brushing off their comments and the hateful posters.
The girls headed to the ring, and Layla got up into it first. As Michelle went to climb in, she caught Michael Cole saying something about Snooki and her "fantastic WrestleMania performance." She couldn't help but obviously roll her eyes as she got into the ring.
On the screen, though their song was still playing, Snooki's back-handspring was shown in slow-motion.
"I think I just vomited in my mouth," Layla made a vomit noise before scowling with Michelle at the large screen in front of them. Michelle and Layla rid themselves of their jackets, fighting to contain the anger that Snooki had beaten them on the grandest stage of them all.
When Kelly Kelly's theme music began playing, the crowd began screaming, excitedly, and Michelle shook her head. "No, Lay. I think I just vomited in my mouth."
"She's just lucky she's got Beth. Smelly Kelly's worthless without the big, bad Manazon!"
Layla and Michelle laughed as the two previously mentioned girls made their way into the ring, and then retreated from their corner, waving their hands in front of their noses and giggling as they did so.
Kelly hopped up onto the turnbuckle and smiled out at the crowd, before jumping back down, and Beth rolled over the opposite turnbuckle.
First, Lay-Cool tried to gang up on Kelly and irritate her from afar, but once they realized that it was Beth they would be wrestling, and not Kelly, they shut up and tried to decide who would be staying in the ring.
Michelle finally told Layla to stay in the ring, to which Layla's eyes teared up and she ducked out of the ring, fearing for her life, more than likely.
Idiot, Michelle thought, before turning around as the bell rang.
Michelle circled around Beth in the ring, before diving in for a lock-up in the center. Beth shoved her back so that she rolled to the turnbuckles, and then gave her a few shots to the face before Michelle moved out of the way, to the ropes.
Layla stood on the bottom rope, yelling in for Michelle, and then, it was almost like life was in slow-motion for her. One moment, she was shouting for her best friend, and the next, Michelle was flying toward the ropes, and Layla felt herself knocked to the ground, her face even rebounding off of the mats at ringside.
Michelle, who hadn't realized she'd hit Layla off of the apron, reached out a hand so that Layla could tag herself into the match, as she looked up into the eyes of the Diva's Champion, Beth Phoenix. When Layla didn't, Michelle looked over her shoulder, only to see that Layla was laying on the ground, holding her face.
The match continued on, only going down from there for Layla and Michelle McCool. Layla turned to get a tag a few minutes later, after getting into the match herself, and just as the two girls were about to tag, Michelle grabbed her back, releasing the tag rope and jumping to the ground.
"My back hurts! My back hurts, Lay!"
Take that, Layla. Michelle thought, before Kelly got a roll-up pin on Layla.
The more and more that time went on, SmackDown was the host for every bit of hatred which was growing rather dramatically between Michelle McCool and her best friend-former best friend, perhaps-Layla.
Finally, three weeks after the extremely humiliating match they had against Kelly Kelly and Beth Phoenix, Michelle McCool and Layla were set up to face each other at Extreme Rules… as much as both of them hated the prospect.
All of the other Divas gathered backstage around a TV screen, waiting for the match to begin, when in walked Layla, surprising all of them as she apologized for everything she'd done and said for the past few months. She said that it might be her last night, so she wanted to say she was sorry. Kelly wished her luck, but even without an explicit acceptance of her apology, Layla left the room to go fight Michelle.
Layla and Michelle's match promo began to play, and all of the Divas were silent as they watched it go, rounding up all of the strings that would be cut and tied by the end of the night.
"The following is a no-count-out, no disqualification, Loser Leaves WWE Diva's Match."
You're not enough for me…
Michelle entered, wearing a green, sparkling attire that she'd worn a few other times. Her blonde hair was down, and the hood on the mini-jacket she wore was up over it. The TitanTron played the girls' video, but had the original Michelle McCool color from before she had ganged up against the other Divas and started Lay-Cool, on the MiniTron.
"Making her way to the ring, Michelle McCool!"
Everyone who was on commentary for the match-Booker T, Josh Mathews, and Michael Cole-began the talk of how everyone literally had watched the breakdown of the team Lay-Cool. Michael admitted they had been the best Diva's tag team in years, and said they were flawless.
Mathews commented that it had to come down to this, as they had tried everything, including the couple's therapy they went to.
"I'm not going anywhere!" Michelle shouted as she stood on the second rope of the ring, shaking a finger in the air and fluffing her hair out before jumping down into the ring and looking to where Layla was now entering.
"And making her way to the ring, Layla!"
Her purple attire was also extremely glittery, but Layla looked all-business as she walked down the ramp to meet Michelle, her face serious as she got into the ring.
Layla went to the top rope, turning her back to Michelle as she did so, and immediately, with a ring of the bell, the match had started. It went on for about four or five minutes, with many attempted pinfalls between the girls just beating the crap out of each other, before what had been thought unthinkable, happened.
Layla went for a roll-up pin on Michelle, and the lights in the entire arena went out, excluding what lights were backstage.
"What the hell?!"
"Huh?"
"Turn on the lights!"
"Did she kick out?!"
"Who won!"
There were more grunting noises and shrieks on the accounts of Michelle and Layla for another ten or fifteen seconds, leaving them to think the match had continued, but when the lights came back on, Michelle and Layla were on opposite sides of the ring.
Both girls laid on the mat, Michelle clinging to her shoulder, curled slightly, and Layla held her leg, near one of the four corners of the ring.
A cameraman swooping around just managed to catch a group of people wearing all black, jumping the barricades and running out of the arena.
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