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Diamond Divas
Chapter 1
Jordan looked around the Diva's dressing room nervously as she stepped in. As the door clanged shut, a few of the other Divas lifted their heads, but then looked back down. Trish was in front of two, full length mirrors, brushing through her tangled mane of blonde hair, and Jackie was standing in front of a locker, a white towel wrapped around her damp body as she searched through a duffel bag. From behind the divider that separated the locker room to the showers, she could hear the faint sound of water running. Jordan picked out one of the pine green lockers on the other side of the room away from Trish and Jackie, feeling faintly unwelcome. She quickly stripped down, and dressed into her wrestling gear. Her wrestling gear consisted of long, black pants that had glitter at the bottom, and flared at the ankles, a black tube top with glitter on the front top of it, and black boots. Jordan had just finished packing her other clothes into her duffel when she felt someone looming over her. Turning, Jordan came face-to-face with a smiling Trish Stratus.
"Hi," Jordan said, setting down the duffel and extending a hand, "I'm Jordan."
"Hi!" replied Trish, taking her hand eagerly, "I'm Trish, but you probably already know that," she added with an eye roll. "So you're one of the new Divas?"
Jordan smiled a little, "Yeah, I am." Trish squealed, pulling a dressed Jackie over.
"Jackie this is Jordan, Jordan this is Jackie," she introduced. Jordan held out her hand, and Jackie took it less eagerly then Trish.
"A word of advice," she Jackie, "While you're here, it's best not to get feelings for any of the male wrestlers," she stared at Jordan meaningfully, "Everything that goes on, on the screen, is just a game to most of them." Sighing, Jackie started to pull her hair back into the trademark braid she wore it in.
"I'll keep it in mind," replied Jordan, pulling her own hair back into a ponytail, as the door banged open, revealing a panicked-looking Amy with a brush clenched between her teeth and Sapphire, who was watching Amy with an amused look on her face. Amy's duffel bag fell with a clatter as she dumped it onto the floor. "Chill out, girl," said Jordan, trying not to laugh, "The match is after the Tag Team title one."
Amy glared at her with her brown eyes and said, "Bischoff moved it. We're next."
"Oh," Jordan said. Sapphire pushed her blond hair out of her face as she lazily and slowly reached through her bag and changed. She ended up ready before Amy, who was tugging on her tight wrestling gear quickly with one boot halfway on. Jordan sighed, and, after Amy tugged on her low riding pink pants, grabbed Amy's make up kit and ordered her to sit down firmly. Amy plopped down onto the bench, tugging at her small, tight pink halter-top before lacing up her black, high-heeled boots. Jordan knelt in front of her, doing her make-up swiftly. Sapphire watched, knowing that there was no need for her help, and smiled, before turning to the mirror and examining her outfit. She was wearing tight dark navy short-shorts with a zipper down the front, a tube top, and black boots with thick blue swirling stripes. "Just for the record," Jordan was saying, "This is the last time I'm helping out an opponent." Amy smiled and said her thanks, and the three girls left quickly for the ring, meeting up with their respective partners.
Taking one look at Ella as they walked up, Amy scoffed, "I guess this is a handicapped match." Ella was wearing really tall, black high-heeled boots that you couldn't possibly move quickly in, tiny red short-shorts with a thick black belt, and a tube top. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she saw the three walking towards her.
Jordan took a long look at Ella, and then turned to Amy, "Sorry that you're going to lose," she joked, smiling. Amy sighed, groaning slightly.
"My first match, and it's with Evolution," she muttered, "The fans are going to think I'm a bitch like Ella," she added, not caring that Ella was well within hearing range. Ella, however, was busy trying to flirt with Randy, who was bluntly ignoring her. HHH heard the comment, though, and glared at Amy warningly. The brunette glared right back before detaching herself from the small group of her opponents with a bland good-luck, and walked over near Evolution, but still a good few feet away. Hunter closed the distance between them and looked down at her, trying to intimidate her. She stared right back up at him, cocking an eyebrow casually.
"You better not try to do anything out there," he growled. She stepped back, smiling cockily.
"I'm going to try and win, Hunter," she replied, "despite the fact that my team has way less talent than theirs," she stared pointedly at Ella. Rick Flair chose this moment to try and talk to Hunter. Amy stared at him for a second, "So, this is our means of winning, huh Hunter?" Hunter reached his hand back to hit her, but Flair stood in front of her. No one noticed the look that passed Randy's face when it looked like Hunter was about to hit her.
"We need her to win the match," Rick said, "Leave her be – at least until after the match."
"Yeah, Hunter," Amy echoed, "You need me to win the match, so hands off." Hunter's lip curled upward in disgust. Ella turned around and glared at her.
"No, we don't," she snapped. Amy took a threatening step forward. Rick grabbed her forearm and spun her around.
"Stop causing trouble," he commanded, "And we'll win this match. Got it?" She sneered, but nodded.
The other team watched the conversation with interest. Jordan hid a smile and turned to Sapphire, who was talking to her brother. Or rather, her brother was lecturing her.
"I know!" she interrupted, sighing heavily, "I know what I need to do and what I can't do, all right??"
"And if Hunter or Randy tag in – " he reminded her.
"Yeah, yeah," she muttered crossly, pointedly turning away from him. Everyone's attention became focused on the technician that appeared, nodding to them. He had only two words to tell them.
"You're up."