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I bet they think I'm crazy. I've been ringing the network for the past hour on my cell-phone. As soon as I finish talking to one of them, I call someone else who's already been called by someone else about what I've said. It's like an endless circle that I'm not letting anyone of them out of. I feel trapped here and I need to talk to people who make me feel free. At the moment, I'm sat on an anvil crate backstage, one foot pushing against the wall beside me. I'm talking to Justin. I haven't spoken to him in so long, its great just to get back on track with him
"You know what I'm talking about right Justin? I mean I don't sound too crazy right?"
"No more than usual girl" he replies "you're just confused, I mean you wanna do the right thing but it's hard when there's enemies in the way"
"That's about it, I like Zach, he deserves a chance, God he deserves more than a chance with only one leg"
I hear Justin laugh, not bothering to cover the sound
"What? What you laughing at?" I ask
"Just you, I'm not used to hearing you defend someone you hardly know, Zach's young Dawn, he can look after himself"
"I know I know, and he's got Stephanie and Mr America looking after him" I sigh "I don't know, I feel pathetic, like on a mercy mission, maybe I should give this all up"
"Maybe you should" agrees Justin "you need to get your bitches back together, Sable, Nidia, you need to find some Smackdown networkers to keep you on track"
"Maybe"
"Besides, I like you better when you're bitchy"
I have to laugh at that. I was never the nicest member of the roster. I was Queen of Extreme, the one who dared to bare everything she had to get to the top. I still do, I think I'm trying too hard. I've always been told my emotions get the better of me. Zach has got this far already, I know he can keep on doing it himself. He doesn't need me acting like a pathetic drip.
"Yeah you're right, I am better when I'm a bitch aren't I?" I say
"Damn straight, always made me happy, you talk to Lance yet"
"Yeah last week"
I had a long talk with Lance. He made me calm down and tell him everything which I did. He was a bit frosty at the beginning, he hadn't heard about me and Sean yet, I was sure someone would have done. Anyway, we talked for hours and he made see everything straight again. He always was good at that. It was his job back in ECW to make sure I wasn't letting my emotions get the better of me. That was always happening. I told him about Sean. He loosened up after that. I tried not to let the smile get into my voice as I talked. He told me to just do what I had to do, the answer would always appear then.
Suddenly, a tiny brightly coloured blur streaks past me. I quickly tie things up with Justin and hurriedly scoot round the corner to see who it was. Its Rey Mysterio, his newly won Cruiserweight belt over one shoulder. I know him from ECW; he was there for a time. Paul Heyman loved to showcase new and unusual acts and Rey was definitely one of them. No one can fly like him. I haven't had a chance to catch up with him in a while so I hurry after him.
"Rey! Hey Rey! Stop!"
I can run so far in heels, then it's just painful. He turns and smiles when he sees its me. He's wearing a tight grey tee and jeans, one of his Mexican luchadore masks hiding his features. He stops and waits for me to catch up with him. He can run damn fast when he wants to. He catches me easily in a hug, his championship belt painfully pressing against me.
"Rey! I haven't seen you in so long!" I gasp out as I carefully disentangle me way out of his arms
"I know chica, I've just been so busy since I got here, you know fighting Angle, partnering Edge now the Cruiserweight deal" he shrugs "its been a busy time"
"Too busy to come say hello to me?"
"Ok, I apologise Dawn, I am truly sorry"
"Where were you running off to?"
He smiles; that wide Mysterio smile that makes me smile too. It always did
"There's a new Cruiserweight coming to Smackdown" he crows
"And this is good for you as the Cruiserweight champion how?"
"He's the best damn Cruiserweight there is, the moves he can do will blow your mind!"
"His name?"
"Ultimio Dragon"
I shake my head at the name
"Never heard of him" I say "but I have heard about a female Cruiserweight going to Raw"
"Oh Gail Kim? Yeah I heard of her too, I hope I get to team with her, sounds like we'd make a great team"
There's been so much buzz about this new diva. She's been stuck in the developmentals for a long time where she was known as La Felina. Now she's just Gail Kim. I heard she has this really different acrobatic style of wrestling. People compare her to Lita and Rey. I know she'll go to Raw because that's where the belt is. I hope Jazz hasn't got any injuries.
"But Dawn, you have to watch this guy wrestle, the Dragon I mean, he's such an amazing luchadore, promise me you'll watch!" Rey enthuses
"Sure Rey I'll watch"
"Great! See you later"
With that, he rushes off down the corridor. I shake my head smiling. I love Rey; he's this ball of energy that bounces around. He and Billy Kidman are real close friends; in WCW they were crusierweight tag team champions together and then fought each other for the Cruiserweight title while they were co-champions. Tight as brothers but always ready to fight each other. Not everyone's that way. Most people smile with knives behind their backs. Ready to strike at any time
I walk slowly down the corridor, making sure my hips swing as I do. There's no point in letting the guys down. There's no one I want to talk to here, just dead beats and low-carders. Then
"Hello Dawn" a soft voice says
I turn to find Zach standing to one side, a plastic cup of coffee in his hand. I try to smile at him.
"How are you Zach?" I offer, hating the way I sound
"Ok thanks, Stephanie's taken good care of me, kinda under her wing"
"Make sure it isn't into her bed" I mutter under my breath
"What did you say?"
"Oh nothing"
He throws the crumpled empty cup into a bin. His eyes are so sad but I can feel a wall come up around me. He isn't for me to care about, never was. He's Stephanie's new golden boy and Sable's plaything. He never was mine to look after. They're happy playing with him. I should be doing the same with someone else. Its time to snap out of it. I pull myself up into my full height (aided by my fabulous black platform sandals)
"Have a good night Zach" I say at last and walk away
I don't look back. Then my cell-phone rings. Its Dia
"Dawn! You'll never guess what" she burbles excitedly
"What?"
"Jamie's got some money"
"Where from? Robbing a 7/11?"
"No, that was just once and he was desperate" she corrects "one of his aunts died and left us so much money"
"Wow, congratulations girl, go spend and celebrate"
"Oh we will, we're going to book ourselves a really nice hotel room for the night and have some of that fancy wine, what's it called? Champagne?"
"That's it"
"Great! I'll see you back at the hotel, I'll buy you something"
"Thanks Dia"
"No problem, see you later"
"Bye"
I hang up and make my way through the corridors. I haven't seen Sable for a while. She's been too busy making sure Vince has everything he needs. She knows how to get to the top. She's been there once before so she knows what to do. I don't know. I feel so lost. It makes me feel useless and I hate feeling useless. Its like no one wants you.
I know what I'm going to do next week. I'm going to Raw. There I'm not useless and people need me. They need me and I don't feel so stupid. Raw is where I need to be. I stomp off down the corridors. I have some planning to do. The network are gonna get me back on track and out of this hole I'm in. Maybe then, I'll get back on TV.
I bet they think I'm crazy. I've been ringing the network for the past hour on my cell-phone. As soon as I finish talking to one of them, I call someone else who's already been called by someone else about what I've said. It's like an endless circle that I'm not letting anyone of them out of. I feel trapped here and I need to talk to people who make me feel free. At the moment, I'm sat on an anvil crate backstage, one foot pushing against the wall beside me. I'm talking to Justin. I haven't spoken to him in so long, its great just to get back on track with him
"You know what I'm talking about right Justin? I mean I don't sound too crazy right?"
"No more than usual girl" he replies "you're just confused, I mean you wanna do the right thing but it's hard when there's enemies in the way"
"That's about it, I like Zach, he deserves a chance, God he deserves more than a chance with only one leg"
I hear Justin laugh, not bothering to cover the sound
"What? What you laughing at?" I ask
"Just you, I'm not used to hearing you defend someone you hardly know, Zach's young Dawn, he can look after himself"
"I know I know, and he's got Stephanie and Mr America looking after him" I sigh "I don't know, I feel pathetic, like on a mercy mission, maybe I should give this all up"
"Maybe you should" agrees Justin "you need to get your bitches back together, Sable, Nidia, you need to find some Smackdown networkers to keep you on track"
"Maybe"
"Besides, I like you better when you're bitchy"
I have to laugh at that. I was never the nicest member of the roster. I was Queen of Extreme, the one who dared to bare everything she had to get to the top. I still do, I think I'm trying too hard. I've always been told my emotions get the better of me. Zach has got this far already, I know he can keep on doing it himself. He doesn't need me acting like a pathetic drip.
"Yeah you're right, I am better when I'm a bitch aren't I?" I say
"Damn straight, always made me happy, you talk to Lance yet"
"Yeah last week"
I had a long talk with Lance. He made me calm down and tell him everything which I did. He was a bit frosty at the beginning, he hadn't heard about me and Sean yet, I was sure someone would have done. Anyway, we talked for hours and he made see everything straight again. He always was good at that. It was his job back in ECW to make sure I wasn't letting my emotions get the better of me. That was always happening. I told him about Sean. He loosened up after that. I tried not to let the smile get into my voice as I talked. He told me to just do what I had to do, the answer would always appear then.
Suddenly, a tiny brightly coloured blur streaks past me. I quickly tie things up with Justin and hurriedly scoot round the corner to see who it was. Its Rey Mysterio, his newly won Cruiserweight belt over one shoulder. I know him from ECW; he was there for a time. Paul Heyman loved to showcase new and unusual acts and Rey was definitely one of them. No one can fly like him. I haven't had a chance to catch up with him in a while so I hurry after him.
"Rey! Hey Rey! Stop!"
I can run so far in heels, then it's just painful. He turns and smiles when he sees its me. He's wearing a tight grey tee and jeans, one of his Mexican luchadore masks hiding his features. He stops and waits for me to catch up with him. He can run damn fast when he wants to. He catches me easily in a hug, his championship belt painfully pressing against me.
"Rey! I haven't seen you in so long!" I gasp out as I carefully disentangle me way out of his arms
"I know chica, I've just been so busy since I got here, you know fighting Angle, partnering Edge now the Cruiserweight deal" he shrugs "its been a busy time"
"Too busy to come say hello to me?"
"Ok, I apologise Dawn, I am truly sorry"
"Where were you running off to?"
He smiles; that wide Mysterio smile that makes me smile too. It always did
"There's a new Cruiserweight coming to Smackdown" he crows
"And this is good for you as the Cruiserweight champion how?"
"He's the best damn Cruiserweight there is, the moves he can do will blow your mind!"
"His name?"
"Ultimio Dragon"
I shake my head at the name
"Never heard of him" I say "but I have heard about a female Cruiserweight going to Raw"
"Oh Gail Kim? Yeah I heard of her too, I hope I get to team with her, sounds like we'd make a great team"
There's been so much buzz about this new diva. She's been stuck in the developmentals for a long time where she was known as La Felina. Now she's just Gail Kim. I heard she has this really different acrobatic style of wrestling. People compare her to Lita and Rey. I know she'll go to Raw because that's where the belt is. I hope Jazz hasn't got any injuries.
"But Dawn, you have to watch this guy wrestle, the Dragon I mean, he's such an amazing luchadore, promise me you'll watch!" Rey enthuses
"Sure Rey I'll watch"
"Great! See you later"
With that, he rushes off down the corridor. I shake my head smiling. I love Rey; he's this ball of energy that bounces around. He and Billy Kidman are real close friends; in WCW they were crusierweight tag team champions together and then fought each other for the Cruiserweight title while they were co-champions. Tight as brothers but always ready to fight each other. Not everyone's that way. Most people smile with knives behind their backs. Ready to strike at any time
I walk slowly down the corridor, making sure my hips swing as I do. There's no point in letting the guys down. There's no one I want to talk to here, just dead beats and low-carders. Then
"Hello Dawn" a soft voice says
I turn to find Zach standing to one side, a plastic cup of coffee in his hand. I try to smile at him.
"How are you Zach?" I offer, hating the way I sound
"Ok thanks, Stephanie's taken good care of me, kinda under her wing"
"Make sure it isn't into her bed" I mutter under my breath
"What did you say?"
"Oh nothing"
He throws the crumpled empty cup into a bin. His eyes are so sad but I can feel a wall come up around me. He isn't for me to care about, never was. He's Stephanie's new golden boy and Sable's plaything. He never was mine to look after. They're happy playing with him. I should be doing the same with someone else. Its time to snap out of it. I pull myself up into my full height (aided by my fabulous black platform sandals)
"Have a good night Zach" I say at last and walk away
I don't look back. Then my cell-phone rings. Its Dia
"Dawn! You'll never guess what" she burbles excitedly
"What?"
"Jamie's got some money"
"Where from? Robbing a 7/11?"
"No, that was just once and he was desperate" she corrects "one of his aunts died and left us so much money"
"Wow, congratulations girl, go spend and celebrate"
"Oh we will, we're going to book ourselves a really nice hotel room for the night and have some of that fancy wine, what's it called? Champagne?"
"That's it"
"Great! I'll see you back at the hotel, I'll buy you something"
"Thanks Dia"
"No problem, see you later"
"Bye"
I hang up and make my way through the corridors. I haven't seen Sable for a while. She's been too busy making sure Vince has everything he needs. She knows how to get to the top. She's been there once before so she knows what to do. I don't know. I feel so lost. It makes me feel useless and I hate feeling useless. Its like no one wants you.
I know what I'm going to do next week. I'm going to Raw. There I'm not useless and people need me. They need me and I don't feel so stupid. Raw is where I need to be. I stomp off down the corridors. I have some planning to do. The network are gonna get me back on track and out of this hole I'm in. Maybe then, I'll get back on TV.
