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"What do you think of this one?" Sable asked, a hand on her hip as she posed in the mirror

I cock my head to one side, unsure. We're in her locker room and I'm helping her decide what to wear for Smackdown, which is already going on. I consider it an honour to be consulted considering the status Sable has in the world of Divas; she was nominated for Diva of the Decade (which Bitch Stratus won when clearly Sable or Chyna should have done) and is a total example of what a diva should be; tough, sexy and independent.

"Dawn? Wake up there honey" Sable laughs at my spaced out expression

"Sorry, guess I was daydreaming" I say ruefully

Sable laughs again, it sounds mocking but that's just her way. You get used to it when you know it isn't aimed at you personally but the world in general.

"Now do you think you can come down from your planet and tell me what you think of this outfit?" she asks

I nod and give her my full attention. It's all in her trademark black of course; a very low cut suit jacket and tiny skirt. Its very Debra but not very Sable though she does look stunning. It's more appropriate for business meetings or office work or something. Like when I was a paralegal for Mr Mcmahon. I know I looked hot, his eyes told me everything. Before I can start gloating about that, I shove the thoughts aside and continue to look at Sable's outfit. It isn't right for tonight. Not with that she's planning to do.

"You look great but it isn't right for Smackdown tonight" I tell her

Sable takes a look in the mirror and nods. She quickly strips out of the clothes and fishes something else out of a large store bag on the floor. I have no problem with seeing her like that, I see Dia like that every week since we share a locker room. Its not like we're both easily embarrassed people, if nothing else we're the total opposites.

As Sable begins dressing, I let my thoughts drift to tonight. Once again, I have nothing to do since Stephanie is keeping up this ridiculous ban from all programmes. One of these days I want her in the ring with me and then we'll see who's smirking afterwards. Ha, I'd beat her flat out. I know she's had some training, I saw her match against Trish and she's stepped into the ring a few times but they've all been less than impressive displays of wrestling. She depends on her tag partners and not on her own ability. I smile to myself, the day will come when I beat her ass down in the middle of the ring and everyone will know how much better I am. Just as I've always known.

"I think I've found my outfit Dawn" Sable says, breaking through my thoughts once more

I look at her and immediately smile. Oh hell yeah, that is the right outfit. Its like this black fishnet dress with long sleeves and low neckline. You can't see what she's wearing underneath but it gives the impression that you should be able to. She brushes her hair carefully smiling that knowing smile of her's. Her incredible make up has already been applied really carefully. I watched in fascination, she takes as much care as I do and ends up with this dark emphasised look. She turns with a smile and winks at me. I wink back

"You look so hot" I tell her, getting up from the bench where I've been sitting for the past hour "Your plan is going to go off so well tonight"

"As they always do" she smiles "Marc told me I could do anything I wanted when I returned and I said the only things on my list were havoc, chaos and destruction" she counts them off on her fingers

"Are we gonna see you step into the ring?"

"Who knows?" her expression becomes serious "I don't know what I'm capable of, we'll see how I'm feeling when the opportunity arises"

She turns again to the mirror to flick her hair off her face and smile smugly at her reflection. Others would call it vanity and arrogance but I call it self-appreciation. If you've got the figure and the face then why not preserve and admire it?

"So you think this outfit will please the crowd?" she asks

"Yeah, my friend Beulah's got a dress like that, she's a stripper so that's got to be good right?" I offer thoughtfully. That reminds me, I'm gonna have to call her when Sable and I are done. I haven't spoken to her in a while

"Perfect" agreed Sable

She checks her slim gold watch on her wrist.

"I'm gonna have to go in a minute, Torrie's due out soon" she says, almost to herself as she picks up a magazine from her bag

"What's that?" I'm intrigued

"Torrie's Playboy"

"Why in the hell have you got that?" I ask in disgust

"I need a little ringside reading for when I'm out watching her match"

"Whatever works for you"

"Oh it works for me very well"

As Sable goes to open the door, it opens for her and Dia storms in. She always had great chaotic timing. She flashes a smile at Sable and dives on me for a hug, which I return, with a smile on my face. As much as I love Sable's effortless sophistication, Dia's natural exuberance and zest for life never fails to appeal to me.

"Dia, how did you know I was in here?" I ask once we separate

"Oh I asked a crew member where he'd last seen you and apparently it was here" she breezily replies, smoothing her hair behind her ears

"Sable this is my best friend Nidia, Dia this is Sable, the newest Smackdown diva" I quickly do the introductions since Sable's looking at us in amusement

"Hey great to meet you" Dia shakes Sable's hand firmly "I've heard about you, people say you're a real bitch, welcome to the club"

"Thanks, I've heard you're nothing but a slut so I guess I'm in good company" Sable laughs

"Can't argue with that" Dia cracks her gum loudly as she speaks

"Sable's gonna come watch your match from ringside" I say

"Ahh I heard bout your lip-lock on Torrie last week, nice move girl" Dia enthuses

"I like to surprise" answers Sable

We walk out of the locker room with linked arms, gaining real looks of jealousy, lust and confusion as we walk. I can't blame them, we're three very hot but different women who men drool over, of course we're gonna get attention. Just as we turn a corner, a voice rings out behind us

"Why am I not surprised? People of a kind always stick together; in your case its three snakes"

We turn together to find Torrie stood with a very pissed off expression on her face and hands on her hips. Brian Kendrick, her tag team partner for the evening stands nervously beside her, evidently intimidated by the angry female beside him. He obviously knows its best to shut up in these situations.

"Why Torrie, how lovely to see you, don't you have a tag team match?" Sable asks smoothly

"Yes against the nasty little skank on your arm" Torrie spits, pointing violently to Dia who smiles innocently back

"Chill Torrie, it's just a match, we're all good sports here right?" Dia says

Torrie shoots her a look of confusion and fury. She knows it isn't just a match. Its one Dia and Jamie are gonna win against her and Kendrick. Then me and Sable are going to celebrate in the ring with her. We'll probably go party with her afterwards though.

"I don't know why you're fraternising with her" she says the last word like its poison when pointing to me "she'll give you a bad name, if you didn't have one already"

"Now now Torrie, gossip is never good, you should know that" Sable says "besides, Dawn and I are getting along fine"

"Like I said, two snakes in the grass together" Torrie says

She turns to Brian who's looking at us but trying not to look like he is "C'mon Brian, our match is next, let's get ready"

He nods, looking a little dazed. All three of us wave to him as he walks off after Torrie. He gives a half smile and waves back before hurrying after his tag team partner.

"I gotta go find Jamie" Dia announces "since we have a match to win"

"Go for it" I say with a nod to her

Dia grins at me and takes off down the corridor, singing loudly as she goes. I grin after her, she has the skills and the body to make this happen and a great well matched tag team partner on her arm.

"Well I have to go take my seat at ringside" Sable sighs, breaking away from me "this should be fun"

"Have a great time" I add as she moves off down the corridor

"Oh I will"

I smile as she disappears around the corner. Torrie is not gonna know what hit her. I take my phone out of my pocket and quickly dial a number. I'm gonna ring her before I forget to.

"Hey Beulah" I say cheerfully when she picks up "its Dawn, how you doing?"

"Hey Dawn! I'm doing great, just getting ready to go out there and do my thing"

"And what thing would that be exactly?" I ask teasingly

"Something the guys like to howl about"

"As always, hey guess what? I went shopping with Sable this week and she's gonna be on TV tonight wearing a black fishnet dress like your's"

"Really? She's got the body to pull that off and not many have"

"You've got the body too"

"As have you, why don't you take me up on your offer and come work with me during this ban of your's?" she pleads

"Because people need me here"

"Nidia and Jamie have each other and Sable has Torrie to check out" she interrupts before I can go further "and the man you want is on Raw right?"

There's a pause.

"Dawn? Lance is still on Raw right?..or have you got someone new on Smackdown I should know about?"

I smile and think about Sean. Yeah I guess there is someone

"A voice like silk and a body to die for" I say cryptically "he wears all black all the time"

"Sean O'Haire?" Beulah guesses "whatever works for you girl"

"Oh he works for me"

I'm about to add something else when I feel a hand touch my shoulder, feather light. I don't have to turn to know who it is.

"Can I call you back Beulah, someone's just appeared" I manage

"He's behind you right?"

"Yeah, call you soon"

"Sure, don't do anything you'll regret Dawn"

What does she mean, don't do anything I'll regret? I'm always doing things like that but I don't regret a single one of them. I don't turn immediately, I decide to play his games with him

"Hello Ruby red" he says "how are you this evening?"

"Fine thank you"

There are no more words, just a crackle of energy between us and an understanding. Then I feel a soft kiss pressed to my neck from behind. Damn how did he know that was my weak spot? I turn and his hands move down to rest on my hips. He's got a sort of smile on his face, not smug just kind of expectant. I smile back at him. One of his hands moves up to my face and then suddenly he's kissing me and I'm kissing him back. I haven't tasted anyone for a long time and he tastes amazing. My hands twine around his neck, pulling him closer with an urgency that I don't care to usually show people. But Sean's different. He seems to know me. As the kiss continues, an image of Lance flashes through my mind. Gee this is like a bad soap, you think I'm gonna stop because of him? No way, I've got a very good thing going here and I am not letting up now.

Sean releases me and smiles. I smile back. We both knew it was coming, it was just a matter of time before it happened. Now there are several more stages to go through before we reach the end. Sean seems to know this too. His eyes travel down my body, which is clad in a tight crimson top and black leather pants. I know I look good, as always.

"I have to go do a job for someone" he says at last, breaking the silence "but I'll be back and we'll go out tonight"

"Sure, come find me"

He smiles and then walks off. Normally that would leave me cold but with him, it fits. Now I have something more to look forward to. I may be banned but it's given me time to go after something I've wanted for a long time. Some no-strings-attached-sex with someone who knows the deal. Who knows how long it'll last? Maybe until I get to Raw and get to be with Lance again or maybe it'll carry on while I'm on Raw. Who knows what arrangement we'll come to but all I know is that I'm on top again. In every way possible.