QUEEN OF EXTREME
BY STRAIGHTEDGEPUNK
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE. What is written in this story, save for what is seen on television the rest is my own creation and I only own the OC and her friends. All WWE entertainers belong to themselves and WWE. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Please make sure to remember that many of the dates in this are not completely true to WWF-WWE storylines and as such this is not always based on fact and much of the storylines for this fic - save for the stuff we see on television now and the past storylines - I own.
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CHAPTER TWO
Amy swore loudly as she tripped over the clothes lying around her bed while trying to find the cordless phone which was ringing, before it cut out.
Picking it up, she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey- is- is this Amy?" A soft, very nervous voice questioned.
"Yeah it is, who is this?"
"Um… its Bianca."
Amy froze in mid-step as she made to shut the door of her bedroom as she headed for the kitchen. "Red? No way! Oh my God, girlie. Where have you been the past nine years? What happened to you?"
A nervous laugh came through the phone and Amy wondered as to if this was the same Bianca that she had been best friends with all those years ago. She sure as hell didn't sound like the same outspoken Rock Grunge Princess that she had known. "Yes way, it is Red." Amy sighed. At least she didn't just hang up like she was expecting her to do. But, why had she called after so many years? Something must have been wrong. "As to what I've been up to- teaching. Art actually. What about you? Still wrestling?"
Amy knew that Bianca was trying to avoid having to answer the question of what happened to her, because she knew it meant going back to the night she'd walked out on the WWE. "No I'm not wrestling anymore. I'm singing now."
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Bianca pursed her lips, hoping Amy didn't ask her anything to do with her walk out all those years ago. It was hard enough to deal with the guilt of leaving people who cared for her like a home away from home, but to have an old friend question her would be to much.
"So how is Matty? Still as chubby as ever?" she asked. Her eyes widened when Amy told her that she wasn't with Matt anymore. "What?! How?! When?!" She listened intently as she was relayed all the events of the break-up between her best friend and her ex's brother. The idea of Amy leaving Matt because of Adam, her old tag team buddy, left Bianca speechless. Needless to say, she was pissed even more at the WWE when Amy told her that they had brought the actual break-up into a storyline on the show.
"Now, why did you call me?" Amy questioned her suddenly, putting an end to their mindless chatter.
"Um- uh, I was wondering if I could stay with you for a few days? Not right away, like in a week. I have some business to finish up here, before I come to Atlanta," she inquired, hoping Amy would let her. She missed her friend and would love to spend some time with her, and pitch an idea to her.
"Sure, Red. You know I would do anything for you. I have to go. I'll have everything ready for when you get here, and just ring me to let me know when I can pick you up at the airport- if you're flying in."
"Sure thing, Ames."
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Five Days Later, Wednesday, 26th November…
Standing in her Visual Arts classroom that was now the changing rooms for the wrestlers of AWF. The curtains had been pulled down to give the wrestlers some privacy and to help hide the fact that they were here to perform. None of the students knew and Bianca smiled as she watched two of her protégés, Mark and Mariah, twins fix up their boots.
She however didn't dress like a conventional wrestler. Many people said that Jeff's style had rubbed off on her more than it should of and she was dressed in a pair of KikWear pants that hung off her more than what seemed necessary and were held up by a red studded belt, her boots were nothing more than a pair of bright red converse high tops. Her top was a black and red corset with thick straps to hold it up, which pushed her breasts up so now they looked much bigger than normal and covering her hands were a pair of MMA gloves which were black and red. She'd pulled her hair up into a ponytail with two plaits out of it. It looked cool, but just out of the norm that it suited the eccentric woman perfectly.
Sitting down with a mirror in front of her, Bianca began to drag paint lines across her face and down her neck, loving the cold feeling that it sent through her skin.
"So, little Red. I heard that you are leaving tomorrow." Turning, she found one of her friends from IWF and the newest addition to the AWF roster, Salem. Standing at 6'5", he was a much more chunkier and thicker formed version of her old friend Matt Hardy, minus the beard.
She smiled weakly and nodded. "Yeah, thought that it was time to head back and give some reason as to why I left."
"Do you have to?" he asked, picking up her pot of black paint and dipping his fingers into it, drawing three thick lines down his face, over his eyelids and stopping at the base of his neck.
Bianca bit her lower lip. She truly did love her friends here in Australia, and loved the life she had created, but she needed to go back home. The guilt inside her was burning stronger and stronger each day, especially since her talk with Amy. "Yeah, Sal. I do."
"Well, you know we're all rooting for ya," he commented, patting her shoulder before he left her to finish getting ready.
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The hall was much like an American gym would be except it was round like a dome and now packed with both students and members of the community who were waiting to see the final entertainment for the day. The ring had been set up by some of the lesser skilled wrestler of AWF who were not actually going to be wrestling and the equipment had been tested during the intermission so that the crew was able to fix any faults and problems.
The female ring announcer was dressed like a supermodel and the ref beside her was in nothing more than a pair of black shots and a normal ref shirt. "Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the world of AWF. Where you will see some of Australia's greatest wrestling talent."
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Bianca sat outside the hall, listening to the matches pass by and suddenly felt like she was being thrown into a lions den. The moment her paint ran, she would be exposed to everyone who knew her. It wouldn't be so bad because she had already told them that she was leaving, however when she knew that they had the hours after this event to tell her what they thought nearly had Bi throwing up.
The past five days had gone by so quickly. She had given Kyle everything he would need and more to become a wrestler and had introduced him to Salem who had agreed to help him train. He had been sad to hear she was leaving, but when she promised to e-mail him each week to make sure he was doing well, he had been happy. It was like she was one of those 'big sister' people to him.
If she would, she would have taken him with her, but when he had finished his last year of High School, she'd bring him over to see the American side of the wrestling industry.
"Hey Red. We're up." She glanced up at Salem from where she was sitting on the cement and took hold of his hand when he held it out to help her up.
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"And now for our main event. A fifteen man battle royal for the number one contenders position for any belt the winner wishes and your participates are…" the ring announcer trailed off as music hit and thirteen of the fifteen wrestlers made their way to the ring. The rock music cut off suddenly and was replaced by Michael Jackson's 'Dirty Diana'.
"And introducing former AWF Women's Champ and the current number one contender for the AWF World Heavyweight Championship, Payton and Salem!" Salem had hold of Bianca's hand as they made their way to the ring, however just as they reached the bottom of the ramp, she was twirled around in front of him and bent sideways over his lowered arm, making it appear like he was going to dip her back and kiss her. He lightly did so, keeping onto the image that they were lovers on screen and helped her into the ring.
The music died down as she and Salem stopped alongside their fellow heels and talked with them a little, giving off the impression that they were going to work as a team.
The bell sounded and Salem and Bianca broke away from each other as she moved towards one of the smaller wrestlers. At 5'1", Bianca wasn't exactly one of the tallest superstars in the ring and had opted that taking down smaller wrestlers first would be easier than picking a fight against someone with Salem's build.
It was a quick and easy royal. Bi was meant to take down three of her fellow lightweight superstars all of which were tossed over the top ropes after being hit with one of her spears. Whoever said being taught by Adam Copeland, Jay (Christian) Reso and the Hardy Boyz was a bad thing, obliviously didn't know what they were talking about. All four men had helped her perfect her wrestling moves and finishers, from her Spear and Swanton Bomb to her Rock n' Rolla finisher which was really Jay's Unprettier finisher.
She did what the first half of the match was scripted to do and then turned to face Salem. A smile came to her face and she nodded. He Irish-whipped the wrestler he had his grip on and dropped to all fours. She got in the opposite turnbuckle and took a quick, but deep breath before running and using Salem's back for elevation, hit a Poetry In Motion, rattling the wrestler on the receiving end. She rolled out of the way as he lunged at her and ducked behind Salem who ended up delivering a bone crushing clothesline to the unsuspecting man's throat. From here on it, it was all unscripted. Whoever won- won for real and not because of some bogus script. Helping Salem pick up the semi-conscious man, they both tossed him over the top rope. Turning around, both ended up being clothes-lined over the ropes. Bianca's arm got caught which only just saved from hitting the ground, not that she would of anyway unless she had nothing to grab hold of. Skinning the cat, she flipped her over the top rope and right back into the ring. Four wrestlers left. She crouched down in the closest turnbuckle and watched the three male wrestlers stare each other and her down. Two were faces and another was a heel like Bianca. Nodding at him when he made a motion for them to work together, she jumped to her full height and stepped up alongside him, staring down the other two much taller wrestlers.
"Come on, shortie!" one jeered and the crowd went along with it. She loved being a heel. It was just so much more entertaining than playing a face. Everyone loved you then and it sucked cause you couldn't do anything bad.
Laughing, she made a motion for the pair to turn around and folded her arms over her chest. They did so and found themselves on the receiving end of Salem and his brother Shaun's fists.
Shaun shrugged at her and tossed one of the two over the top ropes. No refs could interfere and once Salem got rid of the remaining face, it was down to Bi and her heel opponent, as the boys climbed out of the ring. One on one. Bianca grimaced. She knew was what meant to happen and went with it. When he Irish-whipped her into the corner, the impact was strong enough to knock the wind out of her and she prepared herself for the shoulder charge to the gut. It hurt. But the sheer adrenaline from just being back in the ring after like four months of no action because of a knee injury and it had made her feel down and like a slob. She loved being inside a wrestling ring.
