Yeah, I'm So Over You!
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE! Only Lauryyin & the usual others
Notes: Thank you guys soooo much for your condolences and encouragement!!!!! I really needed it. You guys truly are amazing!! Thank you!!!!!!
Everything's slowly getting back in order. Oh yeah, Smack Down & ECW were in my hometown this week, &&& I went!!!!!! HELLS YEAH! Kane, Taker, Edge, Christian, Matt, Punk, Rey Rey, and soooo many more! I was screaming so much, I'm hoarse. I love my Saints, but to me this was better! Lol!
Fun fact, at the show, before Taker came out, the crowd was chanting 'Who Dat said they gonna beat the Undertaker! I thought it was cute! But the funniest thing was when Edge said 'Who Dat said they're gonna win the Royal Rumble' LMFAO! I LOVE HIM!!!
Cutscenes are bold, in case you didn't know. LOL!
Ch. 38: Fight Fire With Fire
"Yeah, maybe a little red." I chuckled as I talked to Nitro and Mercury backstage. I was trying to convince them to change their style a bit. "Excuse me? What in the hell are you doing talking to them?" Melina's annoying voice screeched from behind me.
I turned around to see her standing with her hands on her hips. "Oh, nothing. Just telling the boys that their attire is a little whack. But, looking at you, I understand why." I laughed. "Oh really? All this coming from the fashionably impotent little nobody who needed my help to be less tacky?" She scoffed.
"Whoa, last time I checked, your boys dropped the ball when it came to that. Or did you forget that little bump you took when I threw you across the ring?" I smirked as I took a few steps toward her. "You know what, I don't even know why I'm talking to you. You're a loser. My boys and I have things to do before their match tonight. Now, run along." She said as she tried to brush me off with her hand.
"Okay. I'll go. Good luck New Age Billy, Chuck and Rico." I laughed at the three. "You enjoy pushing my buttons, don't you?" She growled as she took a few steps toward me. "You keep me entertained. That's all." I gave a big fake smile.
"You're gonna learn not to mess with A-List. One way or another." She was so close to my face now that our noses were practically touching. I smiled and grabbed the back of her head and planted my lips on hers. She immediately pushed me away from her. She fell with me and we ended up rolling around on the ground in a little catfight. Nitro and Mercury seemed to enjoy this.
"Get her away from me!" Melina screamed to Nitro and Mercury. As soon as they had seen enough, Mercury grabbed me and pulled me off of Melina while Nitro went to comfort her. "That's it you little pest! I'm gonna teach you not to mess with A-List myself." She growled as she pushed Nitro away from her.
"Hold up there, Melina. What's going on out here, playas?" Teddy Long asked as he helped Melina off of the floor. "That piece of scum attacked me!" She screamed. "I want a match with her. Tonight!" She yelled at Teddy. "Well, uh, Melina. Now there's a problem with that. We already have a full show." He said.
"You're the GM, Teddy. You can make it happen, can't you?" She said as she quickly turned on her cheesy charm. Her hands started to seductively rub Teddy's chest. "I am the GM, aren't I? Baby girl, you better go get ready cause tonight, it's gonna be Melina versus Lori! Holla, holla, holla." Teddy said as he began to walk back to his office.
"I hope you know what you just did." Nitro said to Melina. I chuckled as I sauntered away to the women's locker room.
"You need help with that?" Mark asked from behind me. I was stretching. My left leg was outstretched on one of the equipment boxes backstage. "Nah. I'm good." I smiled at him. "Nice gear. Another Dee Dee original?" He chuckled as I switched legs. "Actually, an Eddie original. That's his cross." I smiled at the thought of Eddie. I got my friend to make me a few special outfits. All with a little Eddie flavor. Or, Latino Heat, as he would say.
A red and black bikini type top, because you can't damn well be in the WWE as a Diva without showing skin. Matching red tights and Eddie's cross in yellow green and a glittery black as the outline. A black and silver belt to accentuate the black on the cross and the top. My black boots, that are really like boots. Mel actually thought they were real boots, ha. I have some knee length wrestling boots that I'm dying to wear. Just haven't had the right opportunity. She wants those also. After I finished stretching, I headed toward the Gorilla position. "Good luck out there." He smiled as he started to walk back over to the men's locker room.
I noticed a blonde walk past him and I forgot where I was going. He saw her too, cause after she passed by, he turned back around to me. "Go ahead, Fuego. I got her." He said to me. I put my hands on my hips, in a Melina kind of way. "Gosh, I wasn't gonna do anything." I said with a chuckle. The expression on his face let me know he was serious. "Ugh, alright." I grouched as I put my hands up in defeat. "That's my girl." He smiled. Control freak. I am gonna talk to that fake hoe. And nobody, not even Mark's fine ass is gonna stop me. But now is not the time. I've got a crowd to impress.
"And I am waiting for disaster…" A modified version of Papa Roach's Getting Away With Murder blasted through the arena. As soon as I got out to the ramp, I stopped. I looked up and blew a kiss to the heavens. Every match I do, I silently dedicate to my mom and my aunt. Now, I dedicate all my matches to my mom, my aunt, and Eddie. That means I give my all, every match. House shows included. Treat every match as if it's your last, miela. That's what Eddie told me. He's right. Injuries could end it all, so if the next match is the last, I want it to be something people will remember.
As I walked down the ramp, I smiled and smacked a few hands. The fans are really on my side. My fan base is really expanding. One good thing about me, I got rhythm. I stopped mid ramp and moved with the beat and rocked out for a bit. Then I ran toward the ring. I had enough speed to slide into the ring. Kinda like the annoying nuisance that is Adam, or Edge.
Determined. That's how I looked as I waited for Mel's music to hit. When those annoying guitars blasted, it was on. No Mercury or Nitro. Just her. She made her way down the ramp in that cocky way she does. When she got to the ring to do her split, I walked to the middle of the ring. When she was beginning to put her other leg on the ring, I slid down and we split at the same time. The crowd ate that up. They loved it.
She wasn't looking, but when she slid under the bottom rope, she saw me. Her face grew into a scowl. As I mocked her movements, her scowl grew meaner. I laughed.
She started off talking to the ref. Trying to stall time. Someone in the crowd started to yell my name. From that one person, more and more started to chant. That was all the motivation I needed. I ran for her and clocked her from behind. She fell to the mat. I'm pretty good at calling matches now, so Mel let me take the lead.
When she got up, I irish whipped her to the ropes. When I did, I stepped onto the bottom rope for support and jumped so that my legs could land onto her shoulders. From her shoulders, I twisted my body and gave her a hurricanrana. We both landed on the mat.
We didn't have too long for this match, but we didn't mind. The fans were loving this and the pace of the match started off kind of fast, so we kept it up. When we both got up, we showed off our flexibility with a few more 'accidental' splits incorporated into our moves. Cheesy, but the guys enjoy it.
Still trying to keep up the energy, I got my lucha libre on. I did a standing moonsault that blew the crowd away. Our time was coming to an end and we had to finish up. I used an inverted lucha-like bulldog that O taught me to get her down. Once she was, I climbed the top rope and blew another kiss to the sky. I got in position and waited a few seconds, kinda teasing the crowd. Some started to scream frog splash! frog splash! They already knew what was coming. Strange, cause I've only used it once on the tribute show. When I leaped off of the ropes, I felt like I had arrived.
Bam! I landed perfectly on top of her.
When the ref counted 1...2...3, I smiled. My music hit soon after and it's character time. I climbed the top rope to celebrate with the fans. When I did, I didn't see that Melina had gotten up. She had a frown and pulled me from the ropes and onto the mat. My music was cut off after that.
I hit the mat with a big thud. She quickly straddled me and began to beat the hell out of my face. She started to do her patented annoying ass scream when she did so. I got a hold of her hair and pulled until she got off of me. When she did, I stood up. The referee came and stood in-between us to avoid any other action. "This is not over! You're not A-List! You're a loser! You can't beat me!" She yelled to me as the ref held her back.
I gave her a cocky smile and headed toward the ring steps. My music started again as I made my way down the steps. She kept screaming and telling me how much of a disgusting loser I was as I slowly and cockily made my way to the ramp. Once I got there, I turned around to face the ring where Melina was having a temper tantrum. She began to scream louder when I did.
"This is not over, you nobody!" She yelled. I smirked and started to do Eddie's patented shimmy shake. The crowd cheered, to her dismay. She went into another screaming rage and I continued to walk up the ramp.
"Girl, you were pure fire tonight." Michelle said as I walked out of the shower. "Thanks." I smiled. "Living up to your nickname, huh Fuego." Kim teased in her Mark mocking voice. "Whatever, you loser." I chuckled at her. "Mi hermanas, qué pasa?" We heard from behind us. "No way. Shelly?" I screamed as I quickly turned around. "Si, mami." She said with her arms open for a hug. Shelly's cool. My fellow Latin mamacita. Kim and I met her at OVW. She's a good friend of Mel's.
"We've missed you so much, chica. What's up?" Kim asked. "Pirates." She laughed. All three of us gave her a confusing look. "Oh, I know. Burchill." Michelle laughed. After Kim and I thought for a few seconds, we realized they were talking about his new storyline. "Ha, you're a pirate?" I laughed as I tried to pull my jeans up. I had to wiggle a bit to get them on. That made the girls laugh their heads off. "Mamacita's got hips for days." Shelly laughed. "She's got a big ass, too." Kim teased. "Chelle, a little help here?" I begged Michelle, but she was too busy laughing herself.
"Sorry, Lori. They're funny." She shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever, haters. At least I have a shape, Kimmie." I teased back as I twirled around. When I finished getting dressed, we all headed out to watch the rest of the show. We missed Bradshaw and Lashley's match, but we were just in time for Matt and Tatanka's match against MNM.
"Squirt, what's up?" Rey asked as he took a seat beside me. "Nada. I'm chill." I smiled at him. "Yeah, that's not what I heard. I heard that little Squirt's trying to get in trouble again." He said. "I'm so tired of all that he said, she said bull, O. Now who said what? I might just kick their ass." I growled. "Calm down, shorty. I don't think you'd want to kick this one's ass." He smirked.
"Where is he? Cause for sure I'll kick his ass." I chuckled, knowing exactly who Oscar was talking about. "Locker room. And I'm gonna keep you girls company until he gets back." He grinned. "Oscar, I'm not three. And I'm not stupid. I'm not gonna do anything that's gonna hurt my job, okay. I just have some business to take care of." I said, looking around for Jillian.
"What'd I miss out on, chicas?" Shelly asked, completely out of the loop. "Me, too." We don't normally chill with Michelle, but she's cool, I guess. "You two already know that she's dating Calaway, right?" Kim asked the two. She lives for gossip. "That's true? Whoa. I heard some crazy ass stories back in OVW about you two." Shelly said. "Wait, you two are back together?" Oscar asked, confused. I guess he was out of the loop too. "Not officially. Give it three weeks." I said as I got up. I spotted little miss annoying ass Jillian talking to Dean Malenko. Another of my god-uncles.
"You two broke up?" Michelle asked. "Yeah, that's kinda personal, but we're back on track, now." I smiled at her. I tried to be as nice as I can with that. I can't trust everyone. Especially someone who I've seen with Jillian. Then I thought about it, I've already said too much. If what I've said ends up on the internet, Michelle's gonna get hers, too. "You were great out there, Lori." Dean smiled as he walked away from Jillian. "Thank you, mi tio." I smiled.
"Hey, can I talk to you for a minute." I said as I walked over to Jillian. "Sure, no problem. Great match, by the way." She smiled at me. "Thank you. I have a question." I said as I glared into her big face. "Go ahead." She said with that weird smile still intact. "See, I was surfing the web this morning, and I came across this wrestling website with an article about me. Now, I know fans do spy and shit, but the site had pictures from the hotel we were staying at." Her smile slowly faded away when I spoke.
"What are you getting at with that? I hope you don't think I have anything to do with that." She said with a bit of an attitude. "I didn't say that. But since you're trying to defend yourself, I kinda think you do." I growled. "Look, I don't have time for this childish mess." She said as she tried to walk away from me. I wouldn't let her. I blocked her from moving. "No, you do have time. See, this is my personal life you're fucking with, okay. And I know you're the one behind it. I suggest you get a life, and stay the fuck out of mine." I gave her a fake smile as I moved out of the way to let her walk by.
"Fuego, I told your ass to leave it alone." Great, and here he goes. "Shut up, Marky. I didn't do anything." I said when I turned around to face him. "That's not what I saw. That chick looked a little scared." He chuckled. "Ha, her face always looks that way. That Botox bitch is so fake." I growled. He chuckled. "Be nice sometimes, will you?" He said as he let me walk a foot or so in front of him. "Never. When will you learn, Deadman? My name's Yasmyn. Mean's in my name." When we got to where the rest of the guys and girls were, they were still in 'catch Shelly up' mode.
"Buenos dias, mi hermano." Kim grinned as Mark took a seat next to Oscar. "Good evening, my little sis." He smiled. I rolled my eyes at them. "Shelly, I don't know if you've met him before, but this is Mark." I said. "No, I haven't. It's an honor, Sir. You're awesome." She smiled as she shook his hand. Ha, kiss ass. "Thanks." He smiled back. "She was in OVW with Lina, babe." I chuckled at the face he was making. "Oh, Shells you're scaring him with your face! Don't worry, sweetie, she naturally looks like some kind of possessed gothic psycho." I laughed. "Whatever, donkey ass." She grouched. "Hater." I laughed.
They talked for a few minutes until Mark left to stretch. His match was coming up and I was excited. Hey, being his girl is great and all, but when he hit's the ring, it's like I'm a fan at home watching one of my favorite wrestlers go to work. Well, that and he's fine as hell. I noticed Jillian talking to Timmy, and I got an idea.
If she can write some bullshit about me and take pictures of me, then she shouldn't mind it being done to her. "Hey Kimmie, can I borrow your camera real quick?" I whispered to her. In the words of the ever awesome Metallica, "Fight fire with fire, ending is near." Well, not her life, but you get the point.