A/n: Because I am so stupid I didn't paste all of chapter two into the chapter. Yeah, so you'll get it with Chapter Three (I wondered why chapter Two was so small in words). Sorry about that. You don't need to go back to read Chapter Two to understand this one.
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RAW:
Elizabeth rolled her eyes she was going to be introduced to the superstars tonight on air. They had no clue about her. As far as she knew the only superstar who knew was Triple H. She began pacing around in the office she was locked in until the show started. Locked in…wow, it sounded like she was an animal.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. The previous day, she had been sent out on a shopping spree and picked up new clothes. She was wearing black Tripp pants with red trim with chains on it, also she had on a Trick Vanilla fairy tank top and she had on her Cherry checkered slip on Vans.
The door opened.
"Elizabeth!" Shane yelled looking at her. "You look horrible…Stephanie is going to freak when she sees what you're wearing."
"Well…let the whore freak then, huh? That's what she's good at…freaking everyone."
Shane didn't comment, he proceeded onto what he was going to say when he entered. "Liz."
"Don't fucking call me that. You're lucky I'm letting you call me Elizabeth. I go by Z. Okay?"
He rolled his eyes. "Elizabeth,"
"You are an ass."
"No kidding….I was thinking the same about you."
"I'm not an ass I'm a bitch who tell it like it is."
"The superstars are going to be around the ring standing on the aprons when RAW starts. We want you to be able to see the entire RAW superstars who you'll be working with."
"Okay…when does the show start?"
"In 5minutes, the superstars are making there way out to the ring now. Stephanie and I will be out there and introduce you."
"It's clear now, Shane…all of the superstar's are out there." Replied Stephanie coming into the room. She froze when she saw Elizabeth.
"Remind me to never let you go shopping by yourself again. What the hell are you wearing?"
"Clothes."
"They look like they came out of a bad vampire movie."
"You look like you came out of a Barbie box." Elizabeth giggled. "You even have the boobs."
Stephanie turned in a huff and walked out the door.
"Come on." Shane replied, Elizabeth rolled her eyes and followed him.
As they made there was to the gorilla. Stephanie turned and looked Elizabeth up and down in disgust.
"Like what you see?" Elizabeth smiled sweetly.
"Do you want me to answer that?"
"Only if I can throw up from the sound of your voice."
Stephanie was silent.
"Aww, sounded like a fair deal to me." Elizabeth looked down at her black pained nails.
Stephanie's music began to play and she walked out with Shane by her side.
Elizabeth watched on a monitor that was there.
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A microphone was handed to Shane and Stephanie as she looked at all the RAW superstars standing on the apron.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. My dad requested in his will…that there will be a new General Manager of RAW. Only for two months." Shane spoke.
He was about to speak when Stephanie cut him off.
"And I don't know what the hell he was thinking!" she yelled. "This girl is a bitch, she's horrible. Ugly and terrible."
"Without further ado…please welcome. ELIZABETH!"
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Chapter Three:
Bleeding Mascara by Atreyu began to blast thru the arena.
A wraith with an angel's body
A demon with a smile of gold
You soulsucker
I won't become like you
A killer with the perfect weapons, crystal eyes, and a heart of coal
You soulsucker
I won't lose myself in you
Look how pretty she is when she falls down
Now there is no beauty in bleeding mascara
Lip are quivering like a withering rose
She's back again
What the fuck do you think love means?
It's much more than words and feelings sucking me dry
Is my marrow that sweet?
Your dead lovers have left a trail of broken hearts and misspent hopes
Sucking them dry
Does their marrow taste of sweetness, sweetness?
I hope you choke
Look how pretty she is when she falls down
Now there is no beauty in bleeding mascara
Lip are quivering like a withering rose
She's back again
Elizabeth walked thru the curtain as the fans didn't know what to do for the girl they never seen before in their life. The arena was silent and the only thing playing was her theme. As she gazed at the face of the crowed she could tell they were shocked, maybe they were expecting someone old and wrinkly? She stopped at the end of the ramp and looked at the superstars who just looked at her in shock and some in disgust.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and walked over to the steps. Some guys moved out of the way so she could get in between the ropes.
Once she was in the ring, Stephanie held out her microphone.
Elizabeth stared at it. Was she supposed to talk? She felt so insecure. Man, how could these people do this for a living?
"Take the microphone." Shane talked into his microphone.
She did as she was told. "Well, damn. Ordering me around. I didn't know I was supposed to say anything. But…since the ring is mine for the moment. Might as well. I'm like, my big sis introduced, Elizabeth. McMahon."
The superstars gasped and the audience was silent. Was she serious?
"I know…I don't exactly have the whole…." She looked at Stephanie and Shane. "Clean look down, but oh well."
Elizabeth looked towards the crowed and around at all the superstars. "I would like to be called Z."
Shane and Stephanie rolled there eyes.
"Sooo…..any questions?" Elizabeth couldn't help but feel like this was really awkward.
Elizabeth noticed a girl with her hair in a pretty yet ugly style, raised her hand. She walked over to the girl and handed her the mic.
"Yeah…sweetie, how old are you? I don't want a little girl telling me what to do." She handed the microphone to Elizabeth.
"You don't have to worry about that…because I'm not little." Elizabeth replied glaring at the girl. "Look, whatever your name is…don't get jealous because I'm young and beautiful while you're just...well, let's not go there."
The fans laughed as did some of the superstars. "Anyways...any more questions? Please, make them fast….I do need to get on with my life."
Another diva raised their hand. Elizabeth walked over to the blonde. "Hi, I'm Jillian you might have heard of me by my singing skills, but…I wanted to know if you wanted to hear me sing?"
Elizabeth groaned. "Should I be worried? Whatever Barbie, show me what cha got."
Jillian got into the ring and took the microphone from Elizabeth.
"You know you want meeee!!!!!!
You can't take your eyes away from meeee!!
I'm the hottest thing since slice bread!
And when the boys see me they turn red!
OH! every day I wanna runawayyyy!!!
From the boys they only wanna playy!!
WOH OH OH OOOOOH!!!!!!!!!" Jillian sung. Elizabeth snatched the microphone from her.
"Woh oh oh… no!" Elizabeth shook her head. "Sweetie, I said show me what cha got…not what you don't have. You can go back where you were. Wow, I feel like I'm sitting thru a rerun of William Hung's American Idol Audition."
Stephanie tried not to laugh. The fans didn't try to and neither did the superstars.
"Look, I'm not here to embarrass anybody…I'm just here to be GM of RAW or whatever just for the summer. Ya know? Before like last week I never knew people took professional wrestling seriously, because I know damn well I didn't. And well, I'm a run this how I see fit. Now, I've wasted some of my time and some of your action. Though, I wouldn't call watching dudes in Speedos in ugly positions action."
"Elizabeth!" Shane yelled. "Don't insult wrestling."
"Just because wrestling is in your blood doesn't mean I have to like it. I have my own opinions. I never asked to be in this ring right now. Especially to get stuck with y'all rich stuck up asses as my relatives."
Stephanie glared at her sister and was going to attack her when Shane held her back.
Elizabeth smirked and dropped the microphone. Her music played. She got out of the ring and walked up the ramp without looking back.
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Elizabeth began to walk around the arena, bored out of her mind.
"Hey!" someone called, she turned around and noticed it was the girl who she dissed in the ring.
"What do you want?"
"I don't appreciate what happened in the ring,"
"I don't appreciate you talking to me. Now tell me, who the hell are you?"
"My name is Melina."
"Well, Melina. You better get the hell out my face because I don't care what you think. I'm like your boss, I can fire your sorry ass. Now go some fucking where!"
"I hate you."
"Good, that means I'm doing my job." Elizabeth smiled at the Diva. "Bye, now." Elizabeth began to walk forward. Soon she arrived at a door marked Men's Locker room.
"Yo," a voice called from behind Elizabeth. She groaned, not again, she turned. "You're not thinking about going in there are you?"
"So what if I am?"
"I'd say you are a perverted freak."
Elizabeth laughed. "I am not going in there."
"Good, Shorty."
"Hey, don't call me Shorty."
"My bad, you prefer Z, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, don't expect anyone to call you that."
"And, why not?"
"You're the boss lady. You're either Miss. McMahon or Elizabeth. Never Z."
"Well, that sucks."
"I know."
"You know who I am…who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor of Thuganomics," he then patted the title that was on his shoulder. "WWE Champ, John Cena." He held out his hand.
"Interesting. I'm…you already know who I am." She put her hand to his, he than kissed her hand. "Wow, you are so charming and so not my type." She took her hand away from his.
The locker room door opened. John and Elizabeth both looked to see Ken Kennedy.
"Cena, didn't know you talked to pretty ladies."
Elizabeth blushed. John looked at her than to Kennedy.
"Kennedy, didn't know you thought ladies were pretty." John remarked.
Elizabeth giggled. "Guys, calm down. Kennedy, thanks saying I'm pretty. But flattery doesn't work. You know, Kennedy. You should feel so lucky right now."
"And why is that?"
"Not just you, you too, Cena." John looked at Elizabeth in confusion. "You both have the honor of being in the first match that I'd ever make in my GM career. The WWE Champion John Cena vs. Kennedy!"
"That's MRRRRRR. Kennnnnnnnnnnnedddddddy. Ken-ne-dy!"
"Good for you." She patted his shoulder. "By the way, boys. That match is next. Go get ready." She laughed as she walked away.
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Elizabeth sat in her office watching RAW and finding herself incredibly bored. She had a drawing on her desk which it was of a superhero. Since she could remember, Elizabeth always like drawing and writing. Those were her passions and what she wanted to do in life. She looked at the TV screen. They were showing something that had happened moments ago. Apparently Randy Orton had just lost his match against Santino Marella. Elizabeth laughed and looked back down to her drawing.
Suddenly the locker room door was thrown opened. She looked up. An angry Randy Orton walked into the room.
"May I help you?" she blinked.
"Yes, you may help me." He mocked. "I want a match with Santino Marella next week for his title!"
"Why?" Elizabeth questioned. "You just had a match with him. Don't you remember?"
"Yes, I remember." He glared at her.
"And who won that match?" Elizabeth stood up and walked to the front of her desk and stood in front of Randy. Their bodies were touching as they were so close.
Randy was silent, he stared at her, she could tell there was lust in his eyes.
"Randy." She leaned her head close to his, their lips inches away. "I need personal space, so back up."
Randy didn't listen, he kissed her. Elizabeth gave into the lust and kissed back. Their tongues mashing together in the heat of passion.
Stephanie opened the door to her sister's office, she was with Ron Simmons and there were cameras following her. She gasped at the scene before her. Randy was kissing her baby sister. She noticed that they were leaning on the desk and almost everything was knocked off of it. They didn't acknowledge her. She turned and walked out the room going to find Shane.
Ron Simmons looked around than at the camera in a 'wtf' kind of way. "…DAMN!" he screamed.
Elizabeth and Randy broke away from each other and looked at Ron Simmons and the camera. Randy backed away from Elizabeth as she bit her bottom lip.
"Well…I'll see you later, Randy."
"Yeah…" he looked her up and down smiling. "Later."
"Oh and, you can have the match next week." Elizabeth matted down her hair and her clothes.
"Thanks…"
"No problem." He then left.
Elizabeth blushed and smiled, than started giggling.
The locker room door opened again. Shane and Stephanie walked into the room. They glared at her.
"What can I do you for?"
"Do us for? Can you use proper English?" Stephanie snapped.
"I can, I just choose not to."
"What do you want?"
"I just saw you making out with Randy fuckin' Orton on National TV!"
"Still not seeing your point." They glared at her.
"Why do you care? I hate you, and you hate me. Let me fuck up my life now. Okay?"
"No, not okay! You are our responsibility."
"No I'm not, you don't know nothing about me."
They were silent.
"You're not my parents, you can't tell me what to do. I'm GM for the whole summer, I'm going to run things how I see fit."
"By making out with Randy Orton?"
"If I want to than so be it!" Elizabeth turned and stormed out of the room.
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It was the end of the show and Elizabeth was sitting in the catering area in the far corner away from everyone. She had her iPod on and was listening to Saving Jane's song "Imperfection". She couldn't help but to feel that song described her. She listened to the lyrics and leaned her head on the table.
Pretty is as pretty does,
But pretty's not my thing.
This is what you get.
This is who I am.
Take me now or leave me
Any way you can.
Sometimes I trip and fall
But I know where I stand.
And if you're thinking about changing my direction,
Don't mess with imperfection.
She felt like screaming that out loud.
She felt something shadowing above her, she looked up when someone sat down. She took off her ear phones and turned off her iPod.
"Elizabeth, right?"
She nodded. "Yeah…Elizabeth."
"I'm, Jeff."
"Cool…so, what do you want?"
Jeff chuckled. "Well, I wanted to meet you."
"You wanted…to meet me? And why is that?"
"People say you're a bitch…"
"That's what the say, don't believe the hype."
"I don't." he stood. "That's why I came to find out for myself."
"And….what's your verdict? Am I a bitch?"
He looked Elizabeth up and down. "No, just someone who's willing to fight for what she wants."
"Interesting…and, do you know what I want?"
"To be loved." He than turned and walked away.
Elizabeth smiled and watched him walk away.
