A/N: I just want to make sure that people who are reading this are also reading FanFictFunGrl215's story, The Life of a Diva, or none of this will make any sense. I also forgot to put this on my last one, I own nothing but a laptop (abit, a crappy one), sporadic free time punctuated by screaming children, and a lifetime love of wrestling storylines. I'd also like to add that the character of The Supreme Diva means a lot to me, I used her as my mainstay E-Fed character since I was sixteen or seventeen years old and she has undergone a complete over-haul just for this story. Reviews would be much obliged. Enjoy.
Chapter 5.5: There's No Greater Power than the Power of Goodbye...or GMs.
*This takes place after Dee said her goodbyes and Triple H. vs. CM Punk.
All she could do was watch as her best friend, the closest thing she had to family in the WWE walked out the door with her bag slung over her shoulder. There had to be something she could do, what was the point in being a champion if not to help out those you love? She jumped to her feet and started pacing the floor in the same matter usually reserved for the more firey Dee.
"So this is it? They are just going to let her go because she punched that Oompa friggin' Loompa? They can't do that, can they?"
Triple H could barely stand to see the hurt in those perfect eyes. His massive arms dwarfed her slender frame as he took her into his body. With a quick kiss to the top of her red hair, he comforted his love. He knew better than most they politics that played out in the back. In the few short years Dee had been in this company, she wasn't exactly know for playing by the rules, but set out to break them instead. She did what she want, when she wanted, and didn't really care who had a problem with it. Somehow she was always able to come out unscathed, thanks to the quick work of her other half, the Diva with a Mouth herself, Meg Gratton. He never quite understood how or when her magic was woven, only that once she got it into her head that Dee needed to be let off the hook, she would go right to the people in charge and Dee was right back to her ol' tricks. Another one of the mysteries of the one Megan Elizabeth Gratton. One day he would learn her inner workings.
"You didn't see this coming? We both knew she wasn't going to apologize."
"This is bullshit. She could've sucked it up, just faked an 'I'm sorry' and headed back here. We got into this together, how could she just leave me?"
This was a side of her he hadn't seen. Gone was the smile that never seemed to fade, replaced now with a snarl of pure anger. He couldn't say that he liked this other side, but he could barely blame her. While he loved the fact that she had the brass balls to stick to her guns with everything she had worked her whole life for on the line, he knew how much she meant to Meg. Growing up, home life wasn't exactly ideal environments for either girl and they turned to each other for the support they needed to even get into a business like this. Now her family was gone from her, at least for now, so he just hoped she would know enough to turn to him in her time of need.
"Look, you know she'll be back. They can't keep one of their top female wrestlers away from their flagship show, it's suicide. Now you come here and calm down."
She turned and faced him, finding herself lost in his big brown eyes. No matter how hard she tried to stay mad at her friend for seemingly abandoning her because of her own selfish need to always have the last word, she couldn't look at him and keep that same feeling of rage inside her. With a girlish squeal, she leaped high into the air and collapsed onto his exposed lap. He attempted to mock pain, but it quickly turned to real pain as she shifted her body into a comfortable position and kissed his cheek.
" "You know just how to make a gal smile. Thanks, Helmsley."
"Anytime, lady. Just get off of me!" In no time at all, the two were rolling around the couch in a playful wrestling match. "That belt is mine, Diva."
"While you may just be the cutest little champion this side of Harvina, it aint happening anytime soon. I'll show you how they do things in Philly!"
Before long, the couch was in shambles, as was the rest of their locker room. In the end, Triple H had managed to pin his future wife twice before losing his cool to her over-all charms and walked away a loser. By the end, the two were mixing bursts of laughter with huffing and puffing.
"Man, I need to find a WaWa in this town and get my hands on a bottle of Green Tea before I lose my shit."
He shook his head. "What is it with you girls and your WaWa? It's not that great-"
"Oh no, Helmsely. Them's fighting words!" She raised a fist in mock protest. "On that note, I am going to see a man about a drink. Care to join me?"
He scanned the carnage that was their room. "I think one of us had better get this place back together. Meet me outside in twenty?"
"Not a problem. Love you!"
"Right back at you, kiddo."
She made a face at the nickname and bounced out the door, quickly putting her headphones in her ears and blasting the first thing on her playlist, "No Exit" by Blondie. Her absolute obsession for the band didn't go unnoticed; she had named her trademark submission move after this very song, plus she was known to enter the ring wearing a few of her old Blondie t-shirts. Noticing she was alone for the moment, she found herself singing along to her favorite song and forgetting exactly why she had even left her room in the first place.
"There's no sin in this
Getting Dressed to Kill
Laughing down the sun like a jackal will
With his eyes ablaze and his lips apart
He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart
And drink it up till the morning starts
Circulate the red light vistas
Get the girls and get their sisters
Pinch'em up and give'em blisters
Kiss'em fierce with all his might, forever..."
As she began the next line of lyrics, she felt a tap on the shoulder that nearly sent her flying out of her skin. Blushing, she turned and found herself standing face to face with the leader of NEXUS himself, CM Punk. While their paths had not exactly been known to cross paths, there was no love lost between them. They had gone at it a few times in mixed-tag matches in the past, but nothing you could right home to mother about had came from them. However, it still wasn't exactly what she had wanted to get up to while she was on her search for some good Green Tea.
"Rocking out to some Benatar, I see."
If looks could kill... "While Benatar is high up there on my list of the best female artists of all time, this is obviously the work of the greatest band of all time. Blondie."
The smirk that crept across his face sent shivers down her spine. "My apologizes to the great Debbie Harry. I might just need you to make me a copy of one of their albums so I can atone for this heinous musical crime."
Confused and showing so on her face, she responded with a quick, "O..k... Later, Mr. Punk. I've got to see a man about a tea,"
He arm flew up and caught her just as she turned to walk away. "Oh, but I was enjoying our musical conversation. Care to continue it?"
"Not really. I'm stressed and about to kick a puppy just to get my hands on the closest WaWa."
Once again, she turned her back on him and started to walk away. Just as she began to fidget with her ear buds, she heard what was nearly a whisper behind her.
"I'm sure Daddy could by you your own lifetime supply of what piss you drink, Miss Gratton."
Her eyes lit up and she spun around. "Look, I don't know where you get off bringing up shit you know nothing about, but my father is dead. I never even knew the man, so I'd like it very much if you don't bring him up."
The smirk returned to his face. "Oh, is that what you've been telling your precious little boytoy and bimbo best friend? Do you really need the sympathy that comes with being a fatherless child?"
"You know nothing about me, jerkass. So just go back to your little merry band of jobbers and leave me be."
"Oh, but I DO know, Meggie." The tone in his voice haunted her, as did being called 'Meggie'. "Your little friend should have just kept her hands to herself, or this could have all been kept in the dark. It wasn't like it was her place to be."
Her eyes grew wide, realizing exactly what his angle was. "You're blackmailing me, aren't you? Why...It's not like I've got anything you want!" She slowly began to back up, until she noticed too late that there was nothing but cold, hard concrete keeping her from running away. "If you wanted a shot against my title, all you had to do was ask!"
"Oh, Meggie, your wit is just too much." He arm hit the wall just a few inches from her head, pinning her against it. "You know exactly what I want..."
"Me? Ha! I don't know if you've noticed the rock on my finger and the big man that put it there. If Hunter even had an inkling as to what you were up to, he would give you a repeat of that ass whooping he gave you tonight."
He raised his hand to strike her, then caught himself and slammed his other hand next to her. She was trapped. "Do you really think he'll want you once he realizes who he's been getting into bed with?" He leaned in so close that his lips were nearly touching her ear. In it his whispered something only she could hear. Her face went pale, her body trembled.
"No...it isn't what you think! I didn't even know until I got here...My mother lied, told me he was dead. Please, Punk..." Her eyes filled with tears. "I'll do anything-"
A fire danced in his eyes as he once again lowered her face right up against hers. "Anything..."
He grabbed her by the back of her head and forced a kiss on her, one that she fought tooth and nail to get away from him. Once he pulled away from her, a quick fist connected with his chin, causing him to lose it. Before she knew it, she was slammed up against the wall and her body slid down to the ground. Her body retched as she attempted to purge the taste of him out of her mouth.
"You bastard!" Her face as crimson as her hair. "I'll kill you!"
"Temper, temper." He raised his leg back and connected with her stomach, sending her into desperate hysterics. "Must be a family trait."
"I...I...nothing...like them." She spit out as her body rithered in pain.
"Oh, but you are, Meggie. The blood that flows through you can not be ignored. Just look at your soon to be ex-fiance..."
"Hunter..." She attempted to scream for him, but could barely whimper it out.
"Join me. Join us and you no one will ever have to know your dirty little secret."
As if on cue, the remaining members of New Nexus surrounded her, waiting for her answer.
"I...can't..."
"Oh, but you don't have a choice..."
She could barely put up a fight as Husky Harris scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder...
