HaphazardbyMikey here! Hopes you enjoy!
*Jojo*
"What the hell was that?"
"That was quite obviously a match. What the duck were you watching?"
"Uh, What were you watching, because that was not a match, that was the two of you getting the crap beaten out of you!"
I glare up at the current WWE champion, CM Punk. Really? I know he's only pissed because he's worried about us, but dude, give me a freakin break from all the big brother mess! Yeah, lots-a-love all around, but please, calm the hell down and back it up. We had that match!
"Hm, isn't that something? The same guy who said he would have the backs of a certain pair of underage morons is the same guy who not only decided to skip in their time of need, but is also admitting that they can't handle themselves. Funny, isn't it?" Why that bitchy little piece of monotonous speaking shit, I ought ta-
"Not as funny as you nearly peeing your pants when they had you backed against that corner!" Tyler shouted, pushing past Miz and coming to stand in between Danny and I, hooking an arm with each of us. Behind Miz, Swagger, Dolph, and Vickie rolled their eyes dismissively.
"You see, this is exactly what we're talking about," Dolph started pushing past Jack and Miz, Vickie clinging to his arm, "You two like to show off, but unlike me, you can't back it up. Which leads to you needing to be defended by the only piece of meat fresher than the two of you,"
"I know you aren't seriously talking, Dolph, you got that old lady in your corner fighting all your matches for you. Seems that you're kinda po'd that you got your ass whooped by two little girls and the newbie," Danny spat out. Dolph eyed her, irritated.
"Excuse me? I don't know if you noticed, but you didn't win that match. No one got a pinfall,"
"Psht, like anybody needed to. Vickie, your little group of dummies was knocked the hell out!" Cody informed, a smirk on his face as he squeezed my shoulder lightly.
"Ref could've counted to 100 and the only one of you who could've gotten up was Miz. But then again, even if he had, you woulda still lost from him running away and getting you counted out," Kofi added in.
"Nobody asked the contender about his half cent," Dolph sneered, rolling his eyes at Kofi.
"Nobody asked the bleach blond bimbo what irrelevant thought randomly entered his mind," I growled, breaking my silence.
"My hair is naturally blond, loser," He bit back out.
"About as natural as the size of Kelly's breasts..." Danny muttered under her breath. I smirked, "Ha funny, you didn't deny anything about being a bimbo though." Dolph rolled his eyes and stood back, quiet. Yeah, that's what I thought, Mr. Ziggles.
Jack came up to me, "You act like the two of you are the best wrestlers in the world-"
"No, that would be me," Punk smiled, resting his chin on top Danny's head next to me. Somebody kill the man. Between him and his oh so valuable input that he throws in at the most invaluable times and Jack's French fry scented spit flying all over my face, you can just know it's coming, I swear, I'm gonna kill one of these men.
"Well it sure as hell ain't you. Because you can't john, you can't fight, and you sure as hell can't pull out the swag like citizens of the Who Dat Nation," I spit. Jack stares at me blankly, he probably doesn't know what I just said.
I look up, Cody is looking back at Evan, and Kofi, muttering something along the lines of 'What did she just say?". Alex is rolling his neck back and forth as though he knows what I just said. Maybe he does, but then again...Tyler is looking down at me, a confused expression on her face. Punk is wearing the same dumbfounded expression. Good, now he'll shut up. Seems like Danny is the only one who actually caught that.
"Speechless?" I smirk up at Jack who has a gape on his face, "I tend to have that effect on people."
Miz pushes past him, glowering down at me. You know the one, where it looks more like a frustrated pout than anything else. How adorable.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look pathetically adorable when you make that face?" I cooed, pinching his cheek.
He slapped my hand away. Ooh, snippy.
"Look kid, I'm sick and tired of you running around like you own the place. Well guess what, you don't! There are some of us here who have worked our asses off for years to get here, and we don't appreciate that you and your little cousin are getting a free ride. You do realize that the only reason you were hired is because you're a novelty act, right? Two little girls who fought to get to the WWE and chase their dreams, fighting in the men's division. Makes a nice little Cinderella story, doesn't it? But eventually, the cute effect will wear off, just like Christian's did with the world title. You can't hide from the truth kid, and the truth is that if you need the help of some green newbie just to make it through your match, you aren't what you say you are and you definitely don't belong here. You wonder why you don't get any respect around here, well here's why: Guys like me, Dolph, and Jack had to fight to get here, but you, all you had to do was flash a smile and take pictures with babies-"
I didn't even realize what I was doing when I felt my arm break free from Tyler's and I shot forward, nailing Miz in the jaw. He stumbled backwards, tripping into Jake's arms, holding his jaw. My eyes narrowed as I glared over at him, my jaw set in place, muscles tensed. My hands balled into fists, ready to attack.
"Don't tell me that you or anyone else on either of these two rosters worked harder than me or my cousin to get here. What we got going on is not a free ride, in fact I know the two of us have to give more than you just to stay relevant. You said it yourself, nice Cinderella story, that's exactly what it started out as. We had to scratch and claw and fight to break away from the titles 'Those two kids playing around in the ring' and make the change to 'the two superstars dominating in the ring'. And I don't know if you remember, but you were one of the idiots who's asses we kicked to get here. And you are completely right, me and Danny don't get any respect around here. But considering how much harder we have to fight than you, and everyone else, I don't see how. We got here on our own, we made our names household words on our own, we became two of the most dominant divas turned superstars on our own. All while people kept telling us that it was too hard, that we didn't belong here, that girls shouldn't be in the men's division, that kids shouldn't be 'disgracing' a WWE ring. Well news flash, kids and girls make up over 50% of the WWE's viewers. So why the hell do men make up 99.999% of its roster? It's no wonder all fan girls think you're gay, there are barely any women around you! So when me and Danny come around to try and make things a little bit better for this company that we love, then we're doing something wrong, we're committing a crime-"
"We kinda did commit a crime-" I send a glare over at Danny's way. Can she not see that I'm preaching? She does the little zippy thing over her mouth and sits back.
"Just because we broke the status quo that was pretty much starting to drive this place into the ground and shook things up a little, and actually got a few followers who pushed for us to be something bigger, then we didn't work as hard as everyone else. We just stole a spot on the roster that could have been for some rich kid who really didn't work for the spot, whereas we travelled across the country on a possibly empty chance, just to get a shot to work here. And once we got here, damn did we work! First ones in, last ones out, every show. But oh no, Miz, Dolph and Jack were forced to go to FCW and graduate from the WWE's professional wrestling academy. You didn't have to skip from circuit to circuit, learning as many moves as you could remember. You didn't have to sneak into a WWE live pay per view and scare the great Vince McMahon into giving you contracts. Contracts, that might I add, had to be edited several times before they could be signed because unfortunately for Vince, a certain thirteen year old knows how to read what's written in plain ink and implied in an evil corporate manager's mind. So don't you tell us that we didn't earn our spots here. Don't tell me that I didn't work my ass off even harder than you did, Mr. MTV," I stopped seething at the man. All my friends behind me have now gone completely quiet, and I'm pissed as shit. And I'm hoping, no I'm praying that you know who doesn't-
"Pipe bomb!" CM Punk sing-songed next to me, a small smirk on his face. I swear I'm gonna kill him.
Miz glared over at me, pushing away from Jack and strutting slowly closer to me. I glower up at him as he gets face to face...well, face to chest with me. My breath is heavy as I clench and unclench my fists in frustration.
"You wonder why you don't get respect" He growls, getting eye level with me, speaking in a low voice," A Diva just saved your ass. A DIVA. Ha! You don't get respect because you haven't earned it,"
Something inside me snaps. I promise you I heard it. But everything was a roaring rush as I speared Miz, taking him down, before mounting him and throwing relentless punches to his face. He tried to pick up the bullhorns to protect his face, but that just set him up for more pain as I grabbed one of his arms and pulled him into an armbar. I felt him thrashing around under me, as the pain I know had to be there ripped through his arm. Vickie's shrill yells and frantic curses as several people tried to pull me away barely registered in my mind. They weren't getting me off him anytime soon, because I'm sure as Miz had figured out by now, I wasn't trying to make him tap out, no, he had been tapping for a while now, I was trying to snap his elbow.
"Jojo, let go!" I heard Tyler and Danny shrieking from above me. I felt arms around me, trying to tug me off the man currently screaming on the floor and I looked up, seeing it was Kofi, Cody, and Evan. Punk sat back not too far away. Evan yelled to him for help, but I could've told him Punk was just going to let me snap his arm. Alex was pretty much egging me on, not like he would've wanted to help the same man who drove him to the brink of his tolerance. Jack and Dolph had disappeared. Oh well. I heard Miz yell out, begging me to stop. I smiled and pulled back harder on his arm, bucking up higher, putting more pressure on it. I think I just heard a door slam, but I can't be sure, so I don't let up on Miz's arm at all. I hear the voices around me get a little softer and a few sharp intakes of breath as the sound of oversized clown shoes stomping down the hall near me. Suddenly, I can't breathe and I feel as though I'm drowning. A slight burn starts to bloom over my face. I release Miz's arm and roll away, sputtering and rubbing at my eyes. I feel someone's arms wrap around me and I immediately recognize them as Danny's even without looking.
"What the hell was that?" I hear Punk's voice yelling, seemingly pissed.
"That was damage control, now back away from me, this has nothing to do with you! With any of you, so I would appreciate if you just backed off if your names aren't Danny, Jojo, or Miz," Otunga's voice.
"Nothing to do with us! You just poured hot coffee on my best friend's face!" Evan yelled.
The hell, that was hot coffee? I'm gonna kill that bitch! As soon as I can open my eyes to see where the hell he was...
"Calm down, Bourne. In case you haven't forgotten, you still aren't off the hook! Drug abuse predicaments, might I bring up?"
"In case YOU haven't forgotten, she's THIRTEEN and you just burned her face! Are you a complete idiot?" Cody yelled back. I try to drown them out as I try to figure out how the hell I plan on opening my eyes. Damn, that freakin' burns! I continue to paw at my face, wishing it to stop hurting.
"Jojo, you okay?"
I finally open my eyes and Alex is leaning in front of me, a bottle of water in his hand.
"No, I'm not okay! What kind of stupid question is that?" I yell at him. I know he's just trying to help and all, but that has to be the most annoying question ever when you are obviously in pain! He rolls his eyes at me before placing the water gingerly against my face. The bottle is cool against my skin and I lean into it. After a while, I realize I'm still pissed at Otunga. I grab the water bottle from Alex's hand, pushing myself up off the floor with my other arm. Miz is cowering behind, holding his injured arm, Otunga, Dolph, Jack, and Vickie by his side. Tyler, Punk, Evan and Cody, are screaming at Otunga, Vickie, and Otunga hollering back at them about how I could have seriously injured Miz. THAT WAS THE POINT, DUMBASS!
I wobble up to him, unscrewing the bottle before pouring the contents down over his head. He flinches as the cold water trails all the way down his body. He glares back up at me. I flash him and adorable kiddie smile, before rearing back and knocking him square in the nose. He stumbles back and before I can advance, several arms are wrapped around me, holding me back. I somehow manage to wriggle free, but before I can go too far, I'm back tangled in someone's arms, probably Punk's, only this time I'm suspended mid-air. Bastards.I glare down at Otunga and soon, he has a phone in his hand as he glowers back up at me. I see him dial a few numbers and the phone rings loudly. Someone on the other end answers hello.
"It's Jojo," And with that, he hung up. I heard a door slam loudly from down the hall and Punk slowly puts me down. A smirk has come over Otunga's face. Someone clears their throat and I look up. Of course.
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do a damn thing. It was your boy, Miz's fault," I growl out. John Laurinaitis stares down at me, that plastic, vanilla look on his face.
"I don't believe you,"
"You didn't believe me when I said I could kick ass in the men's division either,"
"You haven't done anything to prove to me you can yet so I think I had good reason to not believe,"
I screw my eyes shut, my teeth clenched together. All my muscles are tensed as I try so hard not to lash out.
"And this is how it all started. I'm doubted, forced to prove myself, and then it's my fault when someone ends up hurt,"
"Mhm, the whole world's against you kid. To my office, now," He starts to grab onto my arm to lead me there and I rip away from him.
"Excuse me, but what do you think you're-"
"Shut up! You know damn well you don't touch me. Nu-uh, we don't play that," I growl.
"You will not disrespect me in front of my workers! Do you understand me?"
I still refuse to open my eyes.
"You will not holler at me, do you understand?" I yell back.
"Get to the office, Now!"
"I'm going!" I yell back. I pull away roughly, storming off to the office. As I pass her, Tyler places an hand gently on my arm. I rip away from her, violently, and my eyes snap open to glare at her. I don't miss her sharp intake of breath as she looked down into my eyes.
I battered my eyes a few times, flashing her my most adorable smile.
"My eyes are pretty grey, aren't they?" She stares at me, not quite knowing what to say, a bit of a hurt look on her face. Oh well. It's her fault I'm in trouble anyway, she'll just have to learn to get over it...
I don't really feel that way though, and I feel pretty bad that I was mean to Tyler. Not bad enough that I could get my eyes to change back, or to subside my feelings of wanting to murder the wusses hiding behind Otunga though. I hear Danny mutter to Tyler that I just needed some time to cool off and not to think anything of it. I'm glad she told her, because I wouldn't have had the nerve to later.