A/N: So, due to a huge demand (okay, it wasnt that huge) I decided to write this additional chapter with the divas I let out of the first. It also includes Lita and Trish because... Because I love them and they deserve to be in every divas fic. I tried my best to do something good with their POV and hope you guys like it.

Thanks to everyone who sent a review, added the fic (and this author) to the favorites or just read. I loved your comments 3

Once again sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm doing my best to improve as an English writer.

Just one last thing: Can someone recognize the quote on Trish's part?

Beth

"You know, I watched TNA the other day" her brother said, pausing for a moment, expecting a reaction, but Beth already knew what was coming next "And their woman are pretty good, you should…"

"No" She interrupted, her eyes focused on her meal, trying to ignore his judging face "I'm not leaving WWE and you know it"

"Look Beth, if it is because of that moron-"

"It isn't!" Beth shouted "It's just…" He could think it was because of Punk, because of Edge or because of both, but none of them were her reason. She never did things thinking about a man.

"You like to job to that blond girl, I understand."

She sighed, this kind of conversation never ended well.

"She is a sweetie, it is not her fault" Beth started to play with her food, everything was better than look into her brother's eyes "Maybe I'm just a company woman"

"Yeah, whatever"

Her brother left the kitchen, his meal also untouched. They would always have conversations like that, in which her brother would ask her to leave, plea for her to go somewhere else, rub her defeats in her face, say how she would be better used in TNA and she knew he was right. However she would just stay focused in another thing, never looking to him, never explaining herself, and never telling him the truth.

And the truth was she just couldn't leave, she couldn't let Nat behind and she couldn't let all the others behind as well. She knew none of them would get a real chance to shine; none of them would be the second Trish or Lita, none of them would go to stardom. They would always be the bathroom break. Punk once said they needed to do like him, to go to Vince's office and yell, to make them be heard, but who was he kidding? He was CM Punk, a star, a (anti) hero and they were… Women. One couldn't simply walk in the streets and expect to find another CM Punk, but finding pretty girls was the easiest thing to do. (Especially if you look in swimsuit catalogs).

Beth could count all the times they said she wasn't worth enough; she should give up because that was a man's world. She laughed to those kinds of comments, saying a man's world couldn't even exist without woman and no one had the right to say a word about her worthy as a wrestler. Beth thought about all the training and pain (both physical and mental) she went through; all the tears and sleepiness nights in which she spent by herself, not knowing what to do with her life.

She loved her younger brother, but that was something he would never understand, he didn't belong to that world. He didn't understand the loneliness and sadness and hopes and dreams being crashed because wrong words and discussions behind closed doors and friendships and nights in bars. He didn't understand all the locker room drama and the cat fights and teary apologizes and lots of women just having each other to trust. That's why she couldn't leave, because she didn't have anyone else to trust, to truly understand and care about. They were her road family and friends and all those girls meant something to her. All of them.

Kaitlyn

If someone asked Kaitlyn what she wanted she would answer "to be the Divas Champion". The day she won NXT were surely the happiest in her life and she couldn't remember it right, everything was a mess in her head, her tears and happiness and the hugs she shared with her friends. She should know that something was wrong when she couldn't remember every detail about it, but Kaitlyn was in such a fuzzy to care about it.

They promised her a title shot that never came. They promised her a lot of things, but everything she got were bruises in her body and heart. She left everything in order to chase her dream and yet no one cared. They made her a winner only to cast her aside short after, telling her to be patient. And she was. She waited and waited and waited and nothing came. AJ got the spotlight instead of her. AJ wasn't the winner, she was.

And her chance came. Two years later, but she got her chance to prove herself. Her title shot, her time to shine. Kaitlyn could feel the electricity running through her body when her music hit and she was announced the number one contender. People didn't care so much, but she cared, she cared a lot. Her hype lasted one week, when everybody started to talk her victory was a botch, she wasn't ready, she wasn't worth, and Eve was so much better and should probably be the next champion because of her exposure on the media due a reality show. Everything seemed to be more important and everyone seemed to be more talented than Kaitlyn was.

She remembered during the training everybody told her to be prepared for the opinions, to be strong and face the hate, to be brave and stand still while the public was judging her; however Kaitlyn could feel herself falling to pieces when people didn't care, when they said so and so were more deserving of a title, how they were pathetic compared to Attitude Era divas. The physical part was so easy contrasted to the entire mental breakdown they had to go in order to be in front of cameras.

Nobody said it would be easy and Kaitlyn understood that, training herself to become stronger and handle everything. Every time she looked in the mirror she would picture herself as champion, with the belt shining around her waist, the chants and love. Kaitlyn promised herself to not waste that opportunity, to hold onto it and make the best she could. She promised to make people care again, and she was willing to do everything for that.

Lita

They didn't scream. They always screamed in her time. Face, heel, it never mattered, when her music hit the arena they would scream, show their signs and ask her for anything she wanted to give them. And that night they didn't. Most of them didn't know her, the kids weren't even born when Lita was already a sensation in WWE, but their fathers knew her, and yet they didn't react to her. She went to the ring, played her part, pinned the guy and went backstage, getting no response.

Lita could recall those glorious days in which she and Edge would get booed and she would win championships. She could recall her private life exposed to those people's delight, all judging her without knowing anything. And Edge was furious on their hotel room, but at the arena he would just smile and say "The important is getting them to react. Any reaction is better than none"

Any reaction is better than none.

The words echoed in her head all night, the little reaction getting under her skin and making her sick. Lita was a proud woman, her pride always getting the best of her; and nothing would make Lita more proud than hear the cheers of the crowds, their love (or hate). Getting nothing was the worst thing that could happen to her.

Punk always asked why she couldn't come back, she was still young, had health enough and they would love her to return. She always just shook her head, saying that she would never come back to compete, her time had already passed and that night just confirmed that. She belonged to past, to a time when women were respected and appreciated as competitors, as wrestlers (or she wanted to believe they were). Lita was another relic of a time would never come back and she pitted those new girls, believing so much in something would never happen.

Any reaction is better than none.

Obvious one day she was like them, believing she could change the world with her talent and red hair, and all she got back were scars, tears and a sex segment in live TV. Her belief died little by little at every joke and every obstacle. Lita envied Trish, who suffered so much and still had that blind faith in a better future. She didn't have that; they stole her faith and let her cynical smile to all the new generation so-called divas.

Any reaction is better than none.

She wanted to teach them that lesson, but something told her they learned it the hard way.

Trish

Her and Amy finished recording a video for WWE, both saying how happy they were about the 1000th episode and how they wished the Divas to speak up more about their role in the company. Trish's real wish was to say how ridiculous that was, how ridiculous all of them were and how she wanted to punch every man in the face for thinking they were only eye-candy. Instead she smiled and waved and gave advices for the girls who asked.

She could remember the time she was the number one, the female face of the company, their queen. But she could also remember how much she had to suffer in order to get her spot. All the humiliations, the jokes, the bras and panties matches, the barking, the sexism. She remembered every face mocking at her, laughing at her for enter in a men's territory. And yet she won her battle, years had passed and people still remembered her as the great Trish Stratus, the best diva WWE ever had.

When she started Trish never expected to be so big, to build a reputation, but they made her wish to be a star. The men. They made her work harder and harder, they made her succeed. And now that she was retired she had to look at all those poor girls in the same situation she once was, all being mistreated and misused. All of them wanting to be the next Trish Stratus. She sighed, knowing their journey would be as difficult as hers.

Trish remembered a phrase from a book she was reading "Queen you shall be, until there comes another, younger, more beautiful, to cast you down".

She prayed for the next queen to come fast, the crown was already too heavy for her head.