A/N yep I'm back at last with a chapter! I know it's been a while but time
and muses are never a good mix. I don't think they'll be weekly chapters
but they'll definitely by frequent. Big thanks to Stone Cold Sarah for
prodding me into writing this. Sorry it's kinda short. (and I still don't
own anything, Vince Mcmahon and Paul Heyman do)
BLINDNESS
I did you know. Get back on TV that is. It took a while but I made it. I've done so much since then. For a while I flew the flag for Smackdown divas with Dia and unbelievably Torrie. We had to band together since there's a new bitch in town. She's tall, black and muscular, Shaniqua. She manages the Basham Brothers and carries a whip. Pretty scary sight and me, Torrie and Dia just can't find a way to wreck her. It all started when she just destroyed us all after the Bourbon Street Bikini Contest which Torrie won of course. Shaniqua just about took my head off with that clothesline! Since then, we've tried fighting her in handicaps and singles matches but nothings working, We'll think of something
But that's not why I'm here. The reason is Lance. I haven't spoken to him in a while; he's still hurt from the whole thing with Sean. I was watching Raw and he kissed Miss Jackie, Rico's new valet. I felt like someone had thrown a bucket of water over me. He kissed someone else. Then I heard from Jazz that at a house show, he kissed Trish Stratus. How could he do this to me? There's always been an unspoken agreement between us that there's no one but the two of us but I guess I broke that one with Sean so Lance thinks he can get me back that way. Well to hell with him, I still love him so much but if he's gonna treat me that way then I have no time for him. Rob rang me and tried to plead Lance's case for him.
"He's just discovering a new side of himself Dawn, I mean he teamed with Goldust and now Val which is helping him, he's less serious dude and he likes it"
"Yeah? I'd rather have him boring and not kissing divas!"
There was a short fraught pause and then Rob spoke slowly, voicing my most painful thoughts
"Maybe he's given up on you Dawn, he's been waiting for so long and you haven't said anything, neither has he, I guess he figures there's nothing for him to wait around for anymore"
I don't want to think about that. Lance has always been mine just as I've always been his; we've just always had other people too. I never thought our link would break in such a way but it has and unless a miracle happens, I guess I'll never have him.
"Dawn are those papers ready?"
I turn with a practiced charming smile and hand Paul a stack of carefully typed papers stapled together
"Sure Paul they're all ready" I say, handing them to him
So much has changed since I last wrote. Stephanie is no longer General Manager, Paul Heyman my old boss is. So you know the first thing he does? He offers me a job. A proper well paid job that will allow me to be on camera too. I'm his Personal Assistant, think Stacy Keibler but actually useful. So I get to work for Paul, he knows how to treat me and that's what I like. He can actually give me stuff that fits with my business sense. But I'm smart, I know this won't last forever. There's been rumblings among the talent, Paul'll be gone somehow soon so I've been reading through his papers carefully and looking for new teams to manage.
I smile at Paul and walk out of the room to go and find Dia. I walk to the locker room and she's sat in there alone. Her hair is gorgeous and straight and she's dressed just beautifully with her mock mink coat over the top. The only thing that spoils it are the chunky black shades and white cane. They hurt because they remind me that she can't see a thing. Not since Tajiri sprayed her with his black mist. Jamie was understanding at first but something's happened. I didn't know what until Rey came to see me last week
"Dawn we need to talk" he'd come in and stood in front of my desk where I was doing more admin stuff for Paul
"Sure Rey how can I help?"
"Dia's your girl right?"
"Yeah that's right"
"And she's happy with her hick boyfriend?"
"Very, they've been together through a lot"
"Have you watched his matches recently?"
I shook my head, I've been busy working for Paul and catching up with John who is currently enjoying making Paul's life hell. Rey hands me a video. I notice his hands are shaking. Frowning, I put the video into the VCR beside me and press play at his request. Its one of Jamie's most recent matches. I watch as Jamie suddenly bundles Dia into the ring, shoves her into his opponent and rolls him up for the win. Then it flicks to another match with the same thing. Then to Jamie telling Dia it was Rey who'd done it and then Rey going to see Dia as she's being tended to by medics, Dia screams at him to leave. The screen turned to snow. I turned to Rey with my mouth open. I hadn't got words to describe what I was feeling.
"How long's this been happening?" I finally tried
"A few weeks, pretty much since she came back" Rey sighed "I don't know chica, I've been trying to help her but Noble tells her I'm the one hurting her when its him, its not right"
"Its not right but Rey you've got to understand something, telling Nidia won't do anything because she believes Jamie, she's in love with him and since she can't see she's just trusting her man"
I handed him the video back feeling cold inside. I can't let Jamie know I know and I can't tell Dia. She has to figure this out on her own. If I say anything, I'll be the bad guy. Jamie'll only twist it so it's my fault. Rey sighed deeply as he accepts the video
"Thought you might want to know Dawn, let me know if you think of anything"
I gave a small wave as he leaves. He's a sweetheart and if he cares to help someone he barely knows, it speaks highly of my little luchador friend.
That was last week. Rey's been trying his hardest but Jamie is very crafty. I sit beside Dia now and smile even though she can't see
"How you feeling babe?" I try
"Ok you know, just waiting for Jamie to arrive so I can be there for him"
"Uh huh, how are the eyes?"
"Not seeing"
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. It's been so hard for her. She wants to fight and claw her way through to the top level of Smackdown where Torrie currently stands precariously. Even Torrie's finding it hard since her latest boyfriend Billy is off with a shoulder injury, Sable has become Vince's latest younger woman and Stephanie isn't the GM. The Smackdown divas have to make their mark with a real bang. It's been hard but I think I've found a way. It's just a case of fingering what I can. I feel sorry for Dia though. Being blind is never a good thing in this business. The worse thing is I now know what Jamie's been doing. Does it make me a bad friend if I don't tell her? No it doesn't, its something she wouldn't believe. I'll leave it to Rey to try and get through to her.
"Oh Dawn, I want to be able to wrestle again"
"I know you do honey but it's a question of time, the doctor said it'll be a while until you're able to see properly again"
"If ever" her voice breaks on this phrase
I sigh and hold her tight. This girl has got it bad. I wish I could tell her things but it wouldn't do her any good and I'd lose her friendship which I never want to do.
"Things will sort themselves out Dia" I say "you and I, we like to control our lives but sometimes we can't and it makes me so mad but eventually it'll be ok"
She sniffs and nods and lets go of me to struggle to her feet. She hates being helped at all because of her eyes. In her mind, she hasn't changed at all. It's only a little setback to get through
"I'm gonna go Dia ok? Paul needs me to do some announcements" I say softly
Dia nods and gives a wave as she sorts through her bag. I walk back to the office and do a last minute check of my outfit. It's a bright pink dress which has only one sleeve. It makes me feel like a million dollars. It's a cheerful colour which makes me think of Lita, it's the colour she loves to wear. Flipping my curls over my shoulder, I walk out of the office and accept the microphone a stage hand thrusts at me.
I've spent so long away from the crowd that I can feel the excitement bubbling in my stomach. The crowd is what roots me to Smackdown and my loyalty to Dia. She needs me right now but I want to go to Raw. I've always wanted to. Now I'm not so sure. Lance has the other girls to smooch with, why would he need his old bytch? Rob tells me Lance does need me. I don't know whether to believe him or not. Now the crowd is waiting for me and as my music plays, I can hear a pretty decent pop which makes me smile. They are all that matter now. I grip the mic and then with that same happy smile, walk forward, banishing Lance from my mind.
BLINDNESS
I did you know. Get back on TV that is. It took a while but I made it. I've done so much since then. For a while I flew the flag for Smackdown divas with Dia and unbelievably Torrie. We had to band together since there's a new bitch in town. She's tall, black and muscular, Shaniqua. She manages the Basham Brothers and carries a whip. Pretty scary sight and me, Torrie and Dia just can't find a way to wreck her. It all started when she just destroyed us all after the Bourbon Street Bikini Contest which Torrie won of course. Shaniqua just about took my head off with that clothesline! Since then, we've tried fighting her in handicaps and singles matches but nothings working, We'll think of something
But that's not why I'm here. The reason is Lance. I haven't spoken to him in a while; he's still hurt from the whole thing with Sean. I was watching Raw and he kissed Miss Jackie, Rico's new valet. I felt like someone had thrown a bucket of water over me. He kissed someone else. Then I heard from Jazz that at a house show, he kissed Trish Stratus. How could he do this to me? There's always been an unspoken agreement between us that there's no one but the two of us but I guess I broke that one with Sean so Lance thinks he can get me back that way. Well to hell with him, I still love him so much but if he's gonna treat me that way then I have no time for him. Rob rang me and tried to plead Lance's case for him.
"He's just discovering a new side of himself Dawn, I mean he teamed with Goldust and now Val which is helping him, he's less serious dude and he likes it"
"Yeah? I'd rather have him boring and not kissing divas!"
There was a short fraught pause and then Rob spoke slowly, voicing my most painful thoughts
"Maybe he's given up on you Dawn, he's been waiting for so long and you haven't said anything, neither has he, I guess he figures there's nothing for him to wait around for anymore"
I don't want to think about that. Lance has always been mine just as I've always been his; we've just always had other people too. I never thought our link would break in such a way but it has and unless a miracle happens, I guess I'll never have him.
"Dawn are those papers ready?"
I turn with a practiced charming smile and hand Paul a stack of carefully typed papers stapled together
"Sure Paul they're all ready" I say, handing them to him
So much has changed since I last wrote. Stephanie is no longer General Manager, Paul Heyman my old boss is. So you know the first thing he does? He offers me a job. A proper well paid job that will allow me to be on camera too. I'm his Personal Assistant, think Stacy Keibler but actually useful. So I get to work for Paul, he knows how to treat me and that's what I like. He can actually give me stuff that fits with my business sense. But I'm smart, I know this won't last forever. There's been rumblings among the talent, Paul'll be gone somehow soon so I've been reading through his papers carefully and looking for new teams to manage.
I smile at Paul and walk out of the room to go and find Dia. I walk to the locker room and she's sat in there alone. Her hair is gorgeous and straight and she's dressed just beautifully with her mock mink coat over the top. The only thing that spoils it are the chunky black shades and white cane. They hurt because they remind me that she can't see a thing. Not since Tajiri sprayed her with his black mist. Jamie was understanding at first but something's happened. I didn't know what until Rey came to see me last week
"Dawn we need to talk" he'd come in and stood in front of my desk where I was doing more admin stuff for Paul
"Sure Rey how can I help?"
"Dia's your girl right?"
"Yeah that's right"
"And she's happy with her hick boyfriend?"
"Very, they've been together through a lot"
"Have you watched his matches recently?"
I shook my head, I've been busy working for Paul and catching up with John who is currently enjoying making Paul's life hell. Rey hands me a video. I notice his hands are shaking. Frowning, I put the video into the VCR beside me and press play at his request. Its one of Jamie's most recent matches. I watch as Jamie suddenly bundles Dia into the ring, shoves her into his opponent and rolls him up for the win. Then it flicks to another match with the same thing. Then to Jamie telling Dia it was Rey who'd done it and then Rey going to see Dia as she's being tended to by medics, Dia screams at him to leave. The screen turned to snow. I turned to Rey with my mouth open. I hadn't got words to describe what I was feeling.
"How long's this been happening?" I finally tried
"A few weeks, pretty much since she came back" Rey sighed "I don't know chica, I've been trying to help her but Noble tells her I'm the one hurting her when its him, its not right"
"Its not right but Rey you've got to understand something, telling Nidia won't do anything because she believes Jamie, she's in love with him and since she can't see she's just trusting her man"
I handed him the video back feeling cold inside. I can't let Jamie know I know and I can't tell Dia. She has to figure this out on her own. If I say anything, I'll be the bad guy. Jamie'll only twist it so it's my fault. Rey sighed deeply as he accepts the video
"Thought you might want to know Dawn, let me know if you think of anything"
I gave a small wave as he leaves. He's a sweetheart and if he cares to help someone he barely knows, it speaks highly of my little luchador friend.
That was last week. Rey's been trying his hardest but Jamie is very crafty. I sit beside Dia now and smile even though she can't see
"How you feeling babe?" I try
"Ok you know, just waiting for Jamie to arrive so I can be there for him"
"Uh huh, how are the eyes?"
"Not seeing"
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. It's been so hard for her. She wants to fight and claw her way through to the top level of Smackdown where Torrie currently stands precariously. Even Torrie's finding it hard since her latest boyfriend Billy is off with a shoulder injury, Sable has become Vince's latest younger woman and Stephanie isn't the GM. The Smackdown divas have to make their mark with a real bang. It's been hard but I think I've found a way. It's just a case of fingering what I can. I feel sorry for Dia though. Being blind is never a good thing in this business. The worse thing is I now know what Jamie's been doing. Does it make me a bad friend if I don't tell her? No it doesn't, its something she wouldn't believe. I'll leave it to Rey to try and get through to her.
"Oh Dawn, I want to be able to wrestle again"
"I know you do honey but it's a question of time, the doctor said it'll be a while until you're able to see properly again"
"If ever" her voice breaks on this phrase
I sigh and hold her tight. This girl has got it bad. I wish I could tell her things but it wouldn't do her any good and I'd lose her friendship which I never want to do.
"Things will sort themselves out Dia" I say "you and I, we like to control our lives but sometimes we can't and it makes me so mad but eventually it'll be ok"
She sniffs and nods and lets go of me to struggle to her feet. She hates being helped at all because of her eyes. In her mind, she hasn't changed at all. It's only a little setback to get through
"I'm gonna go Dia ok? Paul needs me to do some announcements" I say softly
Dia nods and gives a wave as she sorts through her bag. I walk back to the office and do a last minute check of my outfit. It's a bright pink dress which has only one sleeve. It makes me feel like a million dollars. It's a cheerful colour which makes me think of Lita, it's the colour she loves to wear. Flipping my curls over my shoulder, I walk out of the office and accept the microphone a stage hand thrusts at me.
I've spent so long away from the crowd that I can feel the excitement bubbling in my stomach. The crowd is what roots me to Smackdown and my loyalty to Dia. She needs me right now but I want to go to Raw. I've always wanted to. Now I'm not so sure. Lance has the other girls to smooch with, why would he need his old bytch? Rob tells me Lance does need me. I don't know whether to believe him or not. Now the crowd is waiting for me and as my music plays, I can hear a pretty decent pop which makes me smile. They are all that matter now. I grip the mic and then with that same happy smile, walk forward, banishing Lance from my mind.
