Diamond Divas
Prologue
Eric Bischoff leaned back in the leather chair behind his desk, an arrogant smirk to his face as he thought of what was going to happen tonight. Tonight, he would contract four lovely Divas. He smiled, drumming his fingers. Besides getting four more pieces of eye candy, he would finally be able to push RAW past Smackdown! Smackdown had always been lacking in the women's competition, would now be left in the dust. He just hoped that his co-manager wouldn't come bursting into the office while he was having the meeting – he was bound to mess it up for sure. Eric sighed, drumming his fingers on the desk in anticipation.
"Come in," he said as someone knocked on his door. His smile widened – if possible – as the four ladies walked into the room.
The first was something of a Latin beauty. She had long, glossy hair – a dark, almost black brown – that ended in the middle of her shoulder blades. Her hair curled at the ends near her face, and then the strands lengthened to that point. She had bright white eye shadow on – which made her eyebrows look higher and her dark brown eyes look lighter than they really were. She was wearing a denim mini-skirt and a white tank top with the U.S. flag waving across most of it. Eric vaguely remembered that her name was Amy.
The second was Jordan. She wasn't quite white or black – a mix of both, and had dark brown hair with light brown streaks that ended at the top of her upper back. Jordan was wearing a V-neck, white sweatshirt, olive green shorts, and brown boots. The only makeup she was wearing was lipstick.
The third was Sapphire, sister to Chris Jericho. She had bright, light blond hair that you rarely saw on a person past the age of three; that ended a couple inches below her shoulders. The tips were dyed a dark blue, accenting her navy eyes. She was wearing low rider blue jeans, a blue striped, cap sleeve shirt, and high-heeled sandals with a flower across the strap. Sapphire was smiling, a sunny opposite to Jordan's bored look.
The fourth and final Diva was Ella, sister of HHH. She had bright; vibrant red hair that was cut in the same style as Amy's, only Ella's hair ended an inch above her shoulders. Olive green eyes confidently reached out behind eyelashes heavy with mascara. She was wearing a bright red halter-top that matched her hair, and a leather band that could only pass as a skirt if you never moved your legs, and spiked heels.
As the four sat down in the wooden chairs before him, Eric handed each of them small folders with their contracts. Eric handed them each a pen to sign, and studied their 'assets' as they read and signed. Amy and Sapphire skimmed over the contracts while Ella scribbled her signature immediately, and Jordan read some of the contract patiently.
"What's the deal with storylines?" Amy said suddenly, looking up and pursing her lips, "I mean, do we always act the way that the writers tell us to?"
Eric ran a hand through his mane of black hair, "No, actually. You see, if the ratings start to dip down, the writers will come up with an idea – like Jericho playing like a heel, etc, etc… But you're all free to act and do things as you please until the writers tell you what to do – just don't interfere with any storylines."
"Is that thing with Test a storyline?" Amy questioned, twirling the end of the pen in her mouth.
"No," replied Eric, "That's just…him." Amy took on a look somewhere between a scowl and a frown. Jordan finally wrote her signature at the line and dropped her folder onto the pile.
"When do we start?" she asked, her brown eyes focusing on Eric for the first time.
"Tonight."
"Are the matches made?" Ella questioned, leaning forward to provide Eric with a view.
Eric paused, a calculating look on his face, "Not yet, but I have an idea…" Jordan shifted at the shadow of a smile on his face.
"Can you tell us?" she asked, leaning back into the chair, flicking her pen onto his desk. Eric smiled evilly as he stared at them.
"You'll find out later tonight – I have to discuss it with," he made a face, "My co-manager."
"You do that," muttered Jordan underneath her breath, slightly unnerved by the way her boss's gaze settled longer than it should have as she stood up. Amy and Sapphire stood up quickly, but Ella slowly stood up, exposing more of her tan skin to her boss. Sapphire caught on to her tactics and forced herself not to make the disgusted face that she was about to. The four new editions to the roster left, Jordan briskly leading the way, giving a sigh of relief as the door swung shut behind her.
"Ella?" Eric said, tapping his pen on his chin, "You are going to be a part of Evolution, right?" he questioned. Ella passed a cheesy grin and nodded. "Thank you," he said, scribbling down something on a pad of paper, "You can leave now." Ella followed his orders as he tucked his idea for a match into his back pocket in case he forgot by the time Austin got there.
'Eight man, inter-gender tag team match. Jordan, Sapphire, Chris Jericho, and Christian versus Amy, Ella, HHH, and Randy Orton.'
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Author's Note: I started this as a chapter, and almost included the match, but decided just to leave it as a prologue, and start the next chapter immediately so people know how this story will be like to decide whether they like it. This chapter doesn't have much mood, so it can't be judged, but please review and tell me how you think it will be (good or bad), or tell me of any ideas that occur to you while you're reading this. I will admit, this starts as "Tears of Tomorrow", only on the RAW branch, but I think this may evolve faster than TOT into a romance/drama. Right now I have only classified this as a drama/romance because I'm not sure. I'm not promising – but it is likely that the next chapter will be up by Friday at the latest (most likely Thursday). If you have some time on your hands that you can dedicate to make me happy, please check out and review "Tears of Tomorrow" or "Dangerous Business". Thanks in advance,
LittleKnux2008
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