The New Diva
Tazz: Okay, everyone, we're back!
Cole: Yeah! Let's shut up and see who Destiny is fighting against!
Tazz: Who you telling to shut up, Cole Slaw?
Cole: You know what? Just watch the show, Tazz....Manian devil!
Tazz: Ha! Real funny. You know what though? Don't try that again!
Destiny stood in the middle of the ring with John. She was jumping left and right, and John was softly rubbing her shoulders. He knew she was dealing with a lot of shit right now even though he wasn't sure what inner-demons she was handling. He wished she would tell him something. They definitely needed to have a serious talk.
John might have only known her for a few weeks, but he felt as if somehow he had known her all his life. He felt a connection with her that he had only experienced once before. She reminds me of Her. She even looks like Her. She has the same golden hair and intense blue eyes. She thinks the same, too. She was the only person that could tell how to calm me down after I blew up like that. Hell, if I didn't know better I'd say it was Her under that mask!
Destiny looked at John as suddenly as he thought that. It was as if she could read his mind or something. Then, she shook her head and heard some music blast from the speakers. It was Paul Heyman's, so John felt her stiffen. He rubbed her back gently, and then stopped when he heard her mumbling.
"Stupid jackass! What the fuck does he want now?" Destiny mumbled. She had been very calm while John was rubbing her shoulders. It felt so good to have his big, strong hands on her body. She just wanted to melt. She wanted to grab those hands, take him to her hotel room, and make those heavenly hands roam her body, making her body tingle in ecstasy. Destiny shook those naughty thoughts away as Paul started talking.
"Well, lovebirds, I don't know why you're both out here. The only one who's fighting in this match is Destiny."
John grabbed a microphone. He said, "Oh, shove off, Paul. Just because you ain't satisfying Dawn and she left yo' busted ass, don't mean I can't handle mine." With that, he placed his hand on Destiny's soft, firm ass. She gasped a little and John winked at her. Damn, those hands. God, I wish this ring were a bed, Destiny thought.
"John, don't test my nerves. You can stay out here, I guess, as long as you don't interfere!"
"Ha, yeah, I guess I won't interfere."
"You guess? No, I don't think so. It's more like you better not!" Paul screamed.
"Or what, asshole?"
"Watch your fucking mouth!"
"Ooh, touchy touchy ain't we, boss?" John laughed, Destiny giggled, but then turned serious as Paul scowled at him. Paul was as red as a lobster.
"Look, John, you know about the damn FCC! All this swearing isn't good! They'll be all over MY tush if you don't cut this out. If you don't, remember, I'm repaying Destiny back for being a brat. Don't make me do the same to you. You know I can't stand you, so why push your luck?"
"Ha, whatever Paul. What are you going to do to me?"
"Do you really want to know? I don't think you want me to tell you."
"Try me."
"Well, I can put you into matches you wouldn't dream of ever being in."
"Like, who? Another handy capped match, I presume?"
"You know what, Smarty Pants? Next week, on Smack Down, it's you, John, against The UNDERTAKER! It's anything goes as well!"
Destiny's head snapped toward John. She had gasped, and had to force herself not to place her hand over her mouth. John was a great wrestler, but this was 'Taker! He was a total bad ass! She looked at John for some sort of emotion, but there was none. She noticed him breathing harder. He was also tapping his finger against the microphone. He always did that when he was thinking. He spoke up, smiling.
"Aight. No problem. The Dead Man, American Bad Ass. No disqualification. I'm looking forward to it!"
"Ha, okay, John, you think that if it makes you happy. Let's get on with this match though!"
Tazz: Ha! John vs. Taker! I can't wait.
Cole: Me either. Something else I can't wait for is this match.
Tazz: Yeah, so shut up!
Destiny took the microphone from John. She was wearing a pink tank top. She had changed into some booty-hugging, black shorts to. They showed off her lovely, tan legs. It also made her butt looking amazing. No wonder John had grabbed it, she thought. She seriously needed to do something about all of this. She wanted John more than ever, but she needed to be focused on the match!
"Look, can we get on to the match?" Her silky, blonde hair shone and swished as she said that.
"Sure."
"Well? You going to announce them?"
"They need no introduction."
"Huh?" Destiny started to say, but the words caught in her throat. The people walking down the ramp were none other than.........
......................................Her two best friends, Hope and Faith. They looked as confused as she did, too.
Tazz: Okay, everyone, we're back!
Cole: Yeah! Let's shut up and see who Destiny is fighting against!
Tazz: Who you telling to shut up, Cole Slaw?
Cole: You know what? Just watch the show, Tazz....Manian devil!
Tazz: Ha! Real funny. You know what though? Don't try that again!
Destiny stood in the middle of the ring with John. She was jumping left and right, and John was softly rubbing her shoulders. He knew she was dealing with a lot of shit right now even though he wasn't sure what inner-demons she was handling. He wished she would tell him something. They definitely needed to have a serious talk.
John might have only known her for a few weeks, but he felt as if somehow he had known her all his life. He felt a connection with her that he had only experienced once before. She reminds me of Her. She even looks like Her. She has the same golden hair and intense blue eyes. She thinks the same, too. She was the only person that could tell how to calm me down after I blew up like that. Hell, if I didn't know better I'd say it was Her under that mask!
Destiny looked at John as suddenly as he thought that. It was as if she could read his mind or something. Then, she shook her head and heard some music blast from the speakers. It was Paul Heyman's, so John felt her stiffen. He rubbed her back gently, and then stopped when he heard her mumbling.
"Stupid jackass! What the fuck does he want now?" Destiny mumbled. She had been very calm while John was rubbing her shoulders. It felt so good to have his big, strong hands on her body. She just wanted to melt. She wanted to grab those hands, take him to her hotel room, and make those heavenly hands roam her body, making her body tingle in ecstasy. Destiny shook those naughty thoughts away as Paul started talking.
"Well, lovebirds, I don't know why you're both out here. The only one who's fighting in this match is Destiny."
John grabbed a microphone. He said, "Oh, shove off, Paul. Just because you ain't satisfying Dawn and she left yo' busted ass, don't mean I can't handle mine." With that, he placed his hand on Destiny's soft, firm ass. She gasped a little and John winked at her. Damn, those hands. God, I wish this ring were a bed, Destiny thought.
"John, don't test my nerves. You can stay out here, I guess, as long as you don't interfere!"
"Ha, yeah, I guess I won't interfere."
"You guess? No, I don't think so. It's more like you better not!" Paul screamed.
"Or what, asshole?"
"Watch your fucking mouth!"
"Ooh, touchy touchy ain't we, boss?" John laughed, Destiny giggled, but then turned serious as Paul scowled at him. Paul was as red as a lobster.
"Look, John, you know about the damn FCC! All this swearing isn't good! They'll be all over MY tush if you don't cut this out. If you don't, remember, I'm repaying Destiny back for being a brat. Don't make me do the same to you. You know I can't stand you, so why push your luck?"
"Ha, whatever Paul. What are you going to do to me?"
"Do you really want to know? I don't think you want me to tell you."
"Try me."
"Well, I can put you into matches you wouldn't dream of ever being in."
"Like, who? Another handy capped match, I presume?"
"You know what, Smarty Pants? Next week, on Smack Down, it's you, John, against The UNDERTAKER! It's anything goes as well!"
Destiny's head snapped toward John. She had gasped, and had to force herself not to place her hand over her mouth. John was a great wrestler, but this was 'Taker! He was a total bad ass! She looked at John for some sort of emotion, but there was none. She noticed him breathing harder. He was also tapping his finger against the microphone. He always did that when he was thinking. He spoke up, smiling.
"Aight. No problem. The Dead Man, American Bad Ass. No disqualification. I'm looking forward to it!"
"Ha, okay, John, you think that if it makes you happy. Let's get on with this match though!"
Tazz: Ha! John vs. Taker! I can't wait.
Cole: Me either. Something else I can't wait for is this match.
Tazz: Yeah, so shut up!
Destiny took the microphone from John. She was wearing a pink tank top. She had changed into some booty-hugging, black shorts to. They showed off her lovely, tan legs. It also made her butt looking amazing. No wonder John had grabbed it, she thought. She seriously needed to do something about all of this. She wanted John more than ever, but she needed to be focused on the match!
"Look, can we get on to the match?" Her silky, blonde hair shone and swished as she said that.
"Sure."
"Well? You going to announce them?"
"They need no introduction."
"Huh?" Destiny started to say, but the words caught in her throat. The people walking down the ramp were none other than.........
......................................Her two best friends, Hope and Faith. They looked as confused as she did, too.