A/N: So I love Kelly, not afraid to admit it. She's been my muse recently and I've decided to start a new story starring her! I hope that you guys enjoy it and give a little feedback. This story deals with the storylines as though it were all true, so ring-names will be used, e.g. Kelly Kelly will not be known as Barbara. As a note, I obviously own none of what appears in this story besides the plot. Everything is either owned by Vince McMahon or the person themselves. Hope you like it!
"May I have you attention please? I have just received an email from the anonymous RAW general manager. And I quote: 'After the heinous attack on John Cena last week by the Miz, I feel that the RAW roster needs a pick-me-up. Luckily, our newest addition to the Red brand is perfect for the job.'"
Holla! Holla! Holla! So all my girls in the back say ooh, cause you know just how we do…
The crowd in Atlanta ignited as the beautiful Kelly Kelly skipped out from the back, a large smile on her face. After being fired from Smackdown by Vickie a few weeks earlier, the WWE Universe had resigned themselves to the fact that she would be gone for quite some time. However, the anonymous GM had skirted around his female counterpart on Smackdown and now here the bubbly Diva was! Thrilled to be back, she slapped hands with a ton of fans before sliding into the ring and letting the cheers wash over her. It was truly amazing to be back.
"What's up, Atlanta!" she yelled into her newly acquired microphone. The crowd roared in response, but quieted down when she began to talk again. "I hope you guys didn't miss me too much these past couple of weeks. That witch may have gotten me out of Smackdown, but she's got no control over here on RAW. And I'm excited to-"
We walk alone in the unknown. We live to win another victory. Our sacred scars show who we are. It's time to face it! We are one. We are one. We stand together. Number one. Number one. The chosen ones…
Boos spread like wildfire at the familiar music and Kelly's pretty face scrunched up in confusion. The announcer merely shrugged as four out of five Nexus members slowly trudged down to the ring. Their fearless leader, who apparently suffered a minor muscle tweak at a house show days prior, was nowhere to be found. That didn't put Kelly anymore at ease, so she kept her eyes glued to them at all times. The men did the same to her as though she were the big bad wolf in this situation.
She watched with baited breath as they all stared her down. The negative reaction from the crowd had curled itself far back in her head and all she could hear was her own heartbeat. Her heart was telling her that surely they wouldn't attack a Diva for no reason, but her mind was forcing the images down her throat of all the damage they'd done thus far. So lost in thought, Kelly jumped when David Otunga began to speak.
"Let's call us your welcoming crew, Kelly. We just wanted to come out here, receive you into the RAW brand, and…" His face grew deadly serious before he continued, "let you know that teaming up with that buddy of yours, John Cena, or even Randy Orton is a death wish."
"I-I don't even-"
"Look, you're a pretty girl. And Kelly, we'd hate to see something happen…" His not-so-veiled threat made her blanch and all she could do was stare as they turned and headed up the ramp. They were halfway to the back when some kind of anger seized her. Who were they to come out and interrupt her first night back?
"Hey…Hey!" The second time she yelled got their attention. All members turned as their music faded and Kelly took a moment to catch her breath. "I'm not afraid. Not of you and certainly not of your hollow threats. You're a bunch of bullies, so I'll tell you what I told Drew McIntyre a few weeks ago: grow up!"
All pairs of eyes were on her and she was sure they would take flight with bat wings and razor sharp teeth like something out of a child's nightmare in a moment, but instead David just slowly shook his head and they continued back up the ramp. While she marked this battle a victory, something in the pit of Kelly's stomach told her that the war had just begun.
For the next week, she did her best to avoid the conflict at all costs, even if it meant ungracefully throwing herself behind a large potted plant midway through a conversation with Natalya in the hotel lobby. Sure, she had been full of gusto on RAW, but without the large crowd to back her up, Kelly felt like an ant compared to those men. She certainly didn't want to be the one to test their moral grounds when it came to hitting women, especially when those women stood up to them on live television.
When next Monday night rolled around, she had finally managed to push the group from her mind. Nexus had kept their distance in the last week, despite horrible images plaguing her of a horse head in her bed a la "The Godfather". With a match against the recently malicious Melina later on in the night, she couldn't bring herself to think of anything else. The woman that she once called a friend had found herself on a power trip as of late that had her back-stabbing her way through the Diva's locker room. All decency was called off and it was clear that her aim was to decimate any opponent in the ring. True, over on Smackdown, Kelly had taken to fighting the likes of LayCool rather successfully, but it had been a while since she stepped in the ring with Melina. The girl was one of the quickest and most flexible on the roster and used that to her advantage whenever she could. With that thought penetrating her mind as Kelly stepped into the ring, it felt like she had a stomach full of hummingbirds.
While she did her best to keep Melina off kilter with equally quick moves and hard punches, Kelly was no match for the California beauty who was gunning for the woman's championship. Still, she stood as her opponent walked to the back and managed a proud fist for the cheering crowd. Both women had put up a fight and that was all that mattered. So she limped her way backstage and headed straight for the trainers. She had landed badly halfway through the match and while no scary damage seemed to be done, she probably would be bruised. He confirmed, gave her an ice pack, and sent her on her way with the promise that she would keep off it as best she could…that proved harder than she believed as the night's events unfolded.
She watched from the couch in the Diva's locker room as her friend John Cena made his way out. Half of the Orlando crowd cheered and yelled, while the other booed. He still smiled, slowly making his way down to the ring, and waved to those holding signs and wearing merchandise. That was one of the things she respected most about John; while Kelly was heartbroken when fans didn't respond positively to her or her performance, he simply didn't care. John was there to entertain, whether you loved him or hated him. His nonchalance was something to be jealous of in a business as criticized as pro wrestling. When he grabbed the mic, she leaned forward slightly and tried to hear what he had to say over the sound of Eve singing in the nearby shower.
"So…here I am. Not gonna lie, Miz did a number on me last week. He busted up my leg with that title belt I love so much, like it was icing on the cake for him. And while I'm limping out here to this ring, I'm still here, which proves that he won't be keeping me down. I have fought my way back from a broken neck! If he thinks his cheap shots are gonna put me down, that punk is sorely mistaken. Next week I'll be one hundred percent and then-"
Familiar music cut off the rest of John's speech and Kelly watched with a hardened expression as the same men who also interrupted her the previous week made their way to the ring. Once again, their leader was absent, but John didn't let his guard down because of it. In fact, he still watched them as they entered the ring as though he was itching for a fight; she guessed that his injured leg would say otherwise. With no words needed, they launched into their attack and as if by some supernatural force, Kelly jumped up from the couch and headed out the door.
The crowd erupted in cheers as she came out unexpectedly from behind the curtain. Even with her own limp, Kelly jetted down into the ring. Nexus backed up slightly as she pushed her way through the burly men, with no regards for her own safety, and knelt next to John. Kelly was relieved to have gotten their when she did, as it didn't look like they had gotten as far as they wanted with the now unconscious John Cena. That relief didn't last long, however, as they brought the circle close again to surround the terrified Diva and her friend. She wondered if the cameras could catch the almost violent shakes that had taken over her body at the sight of them towering over her with malice in their eyes. Her breathing was panicked and she ducked her head, awaiting the blows from hard boots and thick fists.
Instead, she felt their presence vanish and after a few seconds of debate, Kelly cautiously raised her head. Standing now in front of her was the leader himself, CM Punk. He curiously looked her over, as though he was seeing her for the first time, and she forced down a shiver under his gaze. The man staring back at her wasn't the one she had harbored a crush over all those years ago. His eyes held a cruelty that was unfamiliar and heartbreaking. She almost wondered if he would soon nod and allow his men to continue their assault.
Before he got his chance, though, the crowd burst to life again and another familiar face slid into the ring. The Rated R Superstar immediately bee-lined for Kelly and placed her protectively behind his back, quietly asking whether she was alright. But no words would come out as Punk's face turned to stone and with a nod, him and his goons left.
A/N: There it is, the first chapter! And now I ask that you leave me something wonderful in the reviews. This can be suggestions, helpful criticisms, praise, etc. One thing that I do ask is would you prefer this to be a Edge/Kelly story or a Punk/Kelly story...or someone else/Kelly! Please leave a comment telling me which you'd rather see! It would be beyond appreciated and I'd give you all JoMo sunglasses.