Forbidden Ecstasy
By: Arieru
Arieru: I know I am currently working on a WWE fanfiction but I just want to get this out for people to read and tell me how you think it should go. Lol doesn't it seem that I always come from left field with my story ideas I haven't seen a story involving LAX or 3LK in a long while so (smirks evilly) here's my chance on proving what I've got.
Disclaimer: All that I own is Mercedes, Roosevelt, the animals, and anything else that I've forgotten to claim including the plot. I do not own the wrestlers and their personas nor do I own TNA. I am not making money writing this it is just for fun. (Bows) Thank you.
Summary: Prior the 3LK disbandment. Everything had fallen apart at Turning Point and Mercedes feared about her future in TNA was her fate to go with Ron, Konnan, or B.G.? Decisions have to be made, fights fought out, feuds settled, and new enemies made for La Nena, and life in TNA continued. Better than it sounds.
Note: At sometimes this story will be in the point of view of a character so the reader can get more in tune with the emotions. I'll warn you so you won't get confused.
Mercedes POV:
'What would you say if Kip joined the team?'
What was he saying? B.G. and I hadn't talked in a couple of months and then all of a sudden he's walking casually toward me like nothing's happened.
No 'How are you Mercedes' or a joke on my unusual dyed hair color?
I could feel my features forming into a look of utter confusion. My large hazel eyes as big as ever. Then a chuckle came pass my lips and vibrated its sarcastic sound to anyone who could hear it. B.G.'s smiling face died quickly. He took a seat in front of me in one of the many steel chairs scattered around the backstage area. His chest was to the front; he folded his arms across the top of the chair and looked up at me. I had my legs crossed as I sat on a crate. I had been waiting for Konnan and Ron when B.G. came over to me.
His question still irritated me. I couldn't help but feel a raw anguish toward The Outlaw. Ever since he entered TNA he kept on trying to attract B.G.'s attention and form a team with him. B.G. tried avoiding in the beginning even after The Outlaw changed his name to Kip James in brotherhood to B.G. and had himself billed from B.G.'s hometown of Marietta, Georgia. I had thought B.G. broke off his friendship with Kip the second he gave him a chair shot; however, it seemed not to be. Even though he had been helping us out I could tell he wasn't in Konnan's 'Amigo Book' and he wasn't in mine either although Ron was showing a liking to the man. I assume it was because of a former bond between B.G., Kip, and James back in WWF.
Now this?
"Hasn't he proven anything in what he's been doing?" B.G. asked his southern accent making it known.
If I wasn't 100 percent sure that Kip was heterosexual I'd swear that the friendship between Kip and B.G. was sex oriented. I was usually scolded by B.G. after I'd make my imagination known.
"You mean helping out Ron wasn't just a try at annoying us?" I commented cocking my eyebrow. I ran my hand through my short and curly light blue hair. The adventure I had in dyeing my hair was a horrible accident. To make a long story short the packet that the hair dye was in clearly read that it was blonde but due to my stupidity when I mixed the contents it was obviously blue. Next thing I know, when I unwrap the towel from my head my hair has turned a dark cerulean color. I wore a black wig for about a month until B.G. got fed up with my shyness and took it upon himself to embarrass me. I grew fond of it; it made me different. B.G., after he'd embarrassed me named me The Bluenette Beauty, a take on the word brunette.
"No." he rolled his eyes. "It was to prove his worth and the value he could add to our team." he spoke up.
I sighed annoyed. "Well you should know that Konnan still doesn't trust him, but Ron seems cool with him especially after the help in the Gauntlet Match."
"What about you?" he asked.
"What about me," I answered with a question of my own, "I'm going to be away for a month so whatever you need to do I don't have a part of." I told him.
"That explains why Zybsko was so damn happy the guy had rainbows flying out of his ass."
I laughed loudly at his comment and he smiled. I had a loud abnormal laugh that was full of a childish, genuine spirit.
"Hey you guys have something to kick ass for 'bout time we women have a reason to break our backs." I felt myself become angry. Ever since I signed my contract in TNA I had been bothering Larry to consider giving TNA a Women's Championship; the man ignored me even after two years of being bothered by me.
B.G. laughed.
"You're pissed the tips of your ears are red." he laughed again.
I flung my hands to my ears and hid them. That was one of my oddest features if I was pissed or shy, the latter emotion I ever felt, my ear tips would tell all.
"You could have done it in a friendlier way."
"B-But-." I stuttered only to have him cut me off.
"Threatening to lock the guy up and send him to the same cave that Osama Bin Laden is hiding is insane."
I smirked. "It's not like I was actually going to do it and besides if I could find Osama I bet he'd like the sexual company he'd get with Zybsko." I snickered.
"Aren't you the one who said you'd do cartwheels in the nude if Ron won the NWA Heavyweight Title?" B.G. asked a shy smile covering his face.
"I don't get the point in you bringing that up?" I asked confused.
He cracked his knuckles and laughed. "I know but I just wanted to remember the sight." He blushed a bit as I hopped from the crate and punched him in the arm.
"Pervert!" I shouted.
He easily blocked my fist and spoke up.
"You gotta work on those punches you're getting weak," he smirked, "you know you can ask Chase Stevens to help the guy was a boxer maybe one thing will lead to another?"
I blushed. He was the only one who knew of my crush on Chase Stevens of the Naturals. If either Konnan or Ron knew they'd be causing trouble with the guy, the two acted like older protective brothers. Before I could yell at his Southern ass I turned as a voice shouted-
"Hola La Nena!" I nearly jumped at the unfamiliar voice as a strong hand was placed on my shoulder. La Nena, girl in English, was my ring name.
I turned to meet Bob Armstrong, B.G.'s father, the old man smiled at me. I decided not to insult him even though he couldn't speak Spanish if his life depended on it. You roll the r's.
"Hola Señor Armstrong." I said back before subtly pulling away from him. I took my seat back on my crate. I noticed that Kip was beside Bob but decided to ignore him.
I began fidgeting with my black frilled skirt as B.G. talked with his father. The thought of Kip, this man, becoming a member of our team seemed dangerous. I knew that somehow something would go astray.
I was so deep in thought that I hadn't heard Kip talking to me until he had to shout.
"Huh?" I looked up at him.
"You OK with this?" he asked.
I sighed thinking 'Why should it matter to you this has been going on for months now?' instead of saying that I answered.
"I guess a little change never hurt anybody." I cast a fake smile before deciding to take a shower in the women's locker room.
I then turned to B.G.
"Don't cause too much trouble while I'm away." I told them. I was serious. Absolutely nothing chaotic was going to happen if I wasn't there to enjoy it and be with my boys. However my serious exterior was once again killed by my child like smile.
I was younger than them all. They were like the brother I neither had nor wanted but there was no use in complaining. I was no where near my 40s like Konnan and less than 5 years from being 30. I was a happy and wild 25 year old Puerto Rican.
"I set out for Guadalajara tomorrow," that was one of my stops before going to Bombay, India with the X-Division stars, and then making a week stop in Tokyo, Japan. I'd be performing in New Japan Pro Wrestling. As I hugged B.G. I whispered in his ear a warning. "Be careful Latino blood is unsteady and unpredictable we're downright crazy bastards."
End Flashback-
Mercedes was awoken from her flashback by the simple Spanish familiarity of 'Señora'.
The taxi driver captured the woman's attention.
"Miss we're at your stop." He informed her as he pointed at the dashboard where the price of the ride was indicated.
'13.60' was the price. Mercedes quickly deposited a ten dollar bill, three dollars, two quarters, and a dime from her jean pocket and deposited it into the man's hand. She then got out of the taxi and went to the trunk to receive the luggage.
Her three week trip around the world had evolved itself into a 6 month stay in New Japan Pro Wrestling as a valet around many of the foreign and native wrestlers of the company. With each person she got the honor to valet she added a new maneuver to her increasing arsenal of moves.
The woman was less than pleased with her decision of staying at NJPW it felt like she was running away everything, but while there she tried to come to terms with all that happened in TNA. Yes, she knew that 3Live Kru disbanded at Turning Point 2005 courtesy of Konnan's stubbornness, and yes she knew that The James Gang and Konnan's LAX were in a deep feud, but there was something she didn't know. What was her fate in TNA? The woman hoped they would ignore her once she came back but her hope was small because she had been constantly called by Konnan, Ron, and B.G while in Japan. Konnan had made several offers to her about being known as La Reina 'the Queen' in LAX. B.G. had hinted on her being with him and Kip but she knew he was too stubborn to say anything straight out. Ron was overall friendly and the only one she'd call back, he didn't ask her to manage him, but only offered advice on what was going on behind the scenes of the feud.
Mercedes shook her head clearing it of thoughts as she walked into her condo and inserted the key in the lock.
Mercedes was immediately greeted by a small Beagle running up to her and barking up at her.
"Fuck you." She heard my bird say. It was a macaw, her dream bird, although she didn't teach it it's now colorful language she thanked her ex-boyfriend, Michael, for teaching it all it knew.
Mercedes walked into her kitchen inspecting everything and making sure it was in its place. Her room mate made a successful effort in making sure that everything was tidy but what were you supposed to expect from a 'clean- freak' as she dubbed him.
Mercedes heard sizzling on the stove and looked to find five tortillas on a cast iron skillet. Then she screamed.
"Mercedes!" Roosevelt Carrillo tackled her from behind and giggled.
He then turned her around and looked her over.
"Dios Mio girl you look fabulous," his voice rang in a girlish tone, "I like what you did with your hair."
He twirled Mercedes still light blue hair around his thin manicured fingers.
Roosevelt was the Hispanic equivalent of Carson from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Always well dressed, clean, and tidy along with a neat head of slicked back black hair, and beautiful green eyes. The Puerto Rican was an upcoming model and the certified best friend of Mercedes Julieta Perez- Martinez.
"That's your trademark color." He smiled.
In all honesty, Mercedes lost the influence of returning her hair to a normal color and was inspired by some Japanese girls to de-perm it and wear it in short spikes that fanned out at chin length.
Mercedes answered the comment with a yawn. Even though it was four in the afternoon she couldn't get any sleep on the plane ride from Tokyo to Miami because of worrying about what she was going to do. Anxiety filled the small woman as she thought about the next TNA taping that was supposed to be taped tomorrow. It was nearly a week before TNA Lockdown and after a re-match between Konnan and Armstrong was announced Mercedes was sure tension would be high between the two teams.
Roosevelt stared at Mercedes for a second before giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Get your little ass to bed Mercedes you've got stuff to do tomorrow."
Mercedes didn't think twice about going to bed as she walked down a hall and flopped onto her bed. Rocky, her Beagel, decided on lying by the woman as she contemplated the full impact any decision would make for her. Ron Killings was out of the picture he was going to make sure he had no part in the feud between LAX and the James Gang that would be the safest way to go so far. LAX was strong and fierce not to mention they were Hispanic, her people, but the thought of working with all three of them scare her she knew Konnan well but Homicide and Hernandez were new to her. Then there was the James Gang, no telling on what they'd do, B.G. and her held a brother-sister relationship with the way they acted around each other and got on each other's nerves the way he knew her was rivaled only by Roosevelt, besides she still held a bit of bitterness toward Kip who she claimed as the one who destroyed 3LK single handedly.
Before she could accomplish a decision she fell asleep still unsure. It would only have to wait until what she feared came to life.
Arieru: That was a lot. I've decided that this would be the next big story to work on after Pieces of a Dream, but don't expect many updates until I'm finished with Pieces of a Dream, or else you'd be disappointed. R&R and just to let you know this is going to be a wild ride and anyone who are fans of the tag team of Daniels and Styles would be happy to know they'll be in it very far into the story, and I'm currently following the feud between LAX and Daniels and Styles so expect some of that in there in later chapters.