Chapter 2: The New GM
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Monica, Trevor, and the story idea. Everything else is copyrighted by the WWE.
Monica walked into the arena as she slid her shades off. A young man walked up to her and smiled. "Hi." She said politely, looking down at him. He couldn't have been more than 17 years old.
"Hi, Miss Long. I'm Trevor, your personal, off camera assistant." He said excitedly.
"Oh yes. Vince told me I would be getting an assistant. How old are you Trevor?"
"16." He stated, taking her duffle bag from her shoulders. Monica laughed at her accuracy in his age. She took off walking down the hallway, towards her office.
"So, Trevor, I'm guessing Vince already told you what I'll be needing for the show tonight." Monica inquired.
"Yes, ma'am. I already picked it all up. It's in your office."
Monica was impressed that the young boy was prompt, even ahead of schedule. Monica opened her office door and was surprised at its set up. A picture of Martin Luther King Jr., her uncle, and herself on the right wall. A beige, leather couch covering the left, and a gorgeous, marble desk. She looked at the couch and seen her night's attire. She turned back to Trevor. "You've done well, kid." She said as he kicked the door shut and sat her duffle bag down. She walked to her desk and sat down beside it, just as the phone rang. She was about to answer it before Trevor grabbed her hand.
"I'll get that." Trevor said. Monica threw her hands up and smiled as Trevor picked up the phone. "Miss Long's office." Trevor said into the receiver. "Miss Long is in a conference right now, Mr. Batista, but I'll see if she's available." Trevor said, emphasizing Dave's name. Monica gestured for the phone.
"Dave?" She said.
"Hey, Monica." Dave said. She began to smile widely as she heard his deep voice on the other end. "How you feeling?" He asked her, referring to last week.
"I'm fine. A little sore but it's nothing I can't handle with a match tonight. I never got the chance to call you and say thanks for comin out there. I had no clue Chavo would pull something like that." Monica said, crossing her legs.
"No problem." Dave replied. The door opened and Monica looked up. Trevor walked in with three tapes in his hands.
"Um…Dave, I'll see you later tonight. I've got business to handle." She said. Dave said his goodbyes and they both hung up. "What's this?" Monica asked, taking the tapes from Trevor.
"Tapes from amateur wrestlers that Vince wants you to look at. He said that there are three superstars he's thinking about bringing to Smackdown, but he wants your opinion. There is a Super Heavyweight, A Cruiserweight, and a Diva." Trevor informed her. Monica popped in the first tape and a Cruiserweight popped up.
//Later That Day//
Monica hung up her office phone from talking to Vince as a stagehand came to her door. "Five minutes until show time, Miss Long." He walked out and Monica stood up. A knock came on her door.
"Come in!" She shouted. The door opened and in walked Torrie Wilson and Michelle McCool. "Hey, girls." Monica said.
"Hi, boss lady." Torrie said. They both sat down with puzzled looks on their faces.
"Did I miss something?" Monica asked as she stood in front of them. She looked in between the two as they looked at each other.
"We heard Vickie backstage talking," Michelle started but began to hesitate. "She's saying that your match last week was a fluke match and that you really weren't meant to win it." Michelle finished. Monica got a confused look on her face, as she was told that the match last week was supposed to be her's.
"She's also saying that she'll beat you if she ever got the chance to wrestle you again." Torrie added. Monica laughed at the backstabbing that was taking place. Technically, Monica couldn't fire Vickie from the WWE as that was Vince's job, but Smackdown was her's now. She could do whatever she wanted.
"Thanks, girls. I really appreciate it. If you'll excuse me, I have to go introduce Smackdown in just a couple of minutes." Monica walked out.
//Smackdown//
Domino played loudly as the lights dimmed. The main beat dropped and Monica walked out onto the ramp to the deafening cheers. She smiled widely. 'I can't believe this is all for me. These fans. I love being the boss.' She thought to herself. "Ladies and gentlemen, the General Manager of Smackdown, Monica Long!" Tony Chimel said. Monica got in the ring and grabbed a microphone.
"WHAT IS UP, LOS ANGELES?!" Monica screamed into the microphone as the crowd cheered.
"MON-I-CA, MON-I-CA, MON-I-CA!" The crowd chanted. Monica smiled at the ovation she was getting. She walked around the ring a little before she spoke again.
"I have to admit, it feels damn good to be in front of a Smackdown crowd." Monica started. "As the new GM, Smackdown will be a brand new show. Not for the worse, of course for the better. I am a Long, after all." The crowd cheered. Monica was about to speak again before she was interrupted by low, hip-hop music playing. Everyone turned to the entrance as The World's Strongest Man, Mark Henry, made his way down to the ring.
"John, that's…that's Mark Henry but what is he doing out here?" Michael Cole asked. Mark Henry got in the ring and stood menacingly over Monica's small frame. Monica handed him her microphone, never losing her place or gaze on him. He took the mic and began to speak.
"Recently, your uncle, Teddy Long, has been overlooking talent on Smackdown. By talent, I mean me." The crowd booed as Monica folded her arms across her chest. "Now, we all know that the Great Khali has beaten some of the best in this business. The Undertaker…Batista…but he hasn't beaten me. I want a match. Tonight against The Great Khali for the title." Mark Henry demanded. Monica looked out onto the crowd as they gave their opinions and she took her microphone back.
"Who in the HELL do you think you are?" She asked him, emphasizing the word hell. "My uncle didn't fold under you, Mark. And I refuse to do so either. If you think for one second that just because I'm a woman that I'll give you anything you want, you're deadly mistaking. And that goes to anybody here on Smackdown. I will not be intimidated. With that being said, let's get this damn show started." Monica said. She dropped the mic to the floor and stepped out of the ring as Domino played again. She walked back to the backstage area and was met by Dave.
"Handled yourself well out there, kid." Dave told her as they hugged.
"Thanks. I was scared shitless." Monica said as she let out a sigh of relief. Dave laughed at her. "You all set for your match tonight?" She asked Dave, referring to his match against Chavo that her uncle had made last week.
"Yeah. I'm ready." Dave said. They walked back to her office in silence and Monica looked up at him.
"I'll be watching." She said. She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek and smiled at him. Monica walked into her office, leaving Dave to grin widely. He touched his cheek and looked at her name on the door. Then, he walked off to go prepare for his match.
//Climax of Dave's Match//
For the entire match, Dave had controlled the tempo. At this moment, He speared Chavo onto the ground and was doing his usual taunt, signaling his Batista Bomb. Vickie climbed onto the apron with her back to the entrance ramp and began to complain to the ref. Dave walked over to her and began to argue back with her. The crowd cheered loudly as they watched the entrance ramp. Monica came running down in jeans and a tube top, with tennis shoes on. Her hair flowed loosely on her head as she ran to the apron. She grabbed Vickie's legs and pulled her onto the floor. Monica continuously hit Vickie in the face with her fists. The referee got out of the ring and broke them up. Meanwhile, in the ring, Dave had performed his Batista Bomb. Batista covered Chavo and the referee got into the ring. "1…2…3!" He shouted. The bell rang and Batista's music played through the PA.
"The winner of this match…BATISTA!" The crowd cheered as Monica climbed into the ring and hugged Dave. Dave and Monica walked to the backstage area and to her office.
"Congratulations." Monica said as they walked in.
"I couldn't have won without you. Other than Eddie, the Guerreros are something that can't be taken lightly." Dave said as he sat down on the couch. Monica sat behind her desk.
"Why'd you change outta your suit?" Dave inquired.
"Because I wasn't planning on going out again tonight for the show. Wasn't expecting Vickie and Chavo to pull something like that."
"You should think about dressing like that more often. You look good." Dave said, causing Monica to giggle and blush a little. "Listen," Dave started again. "Are you doing anything later tonight?" Monica shook her head no. "Well, how about you and I go out to dinner." Dave asked.
"What?"
"You and me. Dinner?" Dave asked. "How about it?"
"Dave, we've only known each other for two weeks and your already asking me on a date?" Monica asked. Dave laughed at the funniness in the situation. "I'm sorry, Dave. We shouldn't. How about we just start out slow and see where things go from there?"
"That's fine with me." Dave had been upset at her choice for a split second before he realized how right she was. Dave got up and hugged her again. "I'd better go shower up." Dave walked out of Monica's office and she sighed heavily.
"Damn it! I like Dave so, what the hell did I not accept his offer for?" Monica asked herself. She shook her head and began to gather her things to go back to the hotel.
Well, there's chapter 2. Big thanx 2 Animal-Luvr 4 being mii 1st reviewer. This chapter is for you! I'm goign to advance the next chapter a few months because nothing good will happen in betwen then. Anyways, keep reading for me!.