I kept to myself on Tuesday. I didn't want anyone to know I was there. When it came time to the show, I hung backstage in the sound room, and those who were there didn't say a damn thing about it. First out was Lita and Kurt. Both, seemed happy about something. Even though they got their asses beat.
"Well, it's another day without the stressful Destiny." Lita said. "And, I feel great."
"Now, I know Hunter and his little slutty wife backstage are running around all happy because they beat us."
"But, I can't think of anything else but the fact that Destiny is not here. And, yours truly has found some new dirt on the little bitch." A picture of my son was put on the Titan Tron. "Adorable isn't he? That right there is Destiny's son, Matthew." Then, a picture of Matt came up next to him. "That man is Matt Hardy, you all knew that. Take a good look, do they not look a like?"
"I see it." Kurt said. "Lita, what have you found out now?"
"Ladies and gentleman, Matt Hardy is the father of Destiny's son Matthew." I was ready to kill her, then and there. "But, there is more. Miss poster woman for motherhood left he child, here, on the road, while she relaxed in New York."
That was it. My music hit and the crowd went absolutely insane. I, belt around my shoulder, walked on the ramp. I was angry, and I was ready to kill her. Both of them. Amy looked like she had seen a ghost, and Kurt knew he was in trouble.
"How dare you? Who the fuck do you think you are?" I yelled. "Amy, how did that cage match happen? Kurt, did you fall victim to her slutty ways? When are you going to realize, Amy, that sex doesn't get you everything you want? You know, I do feel bad for you. I feel bad because you're never going to be someone in this world. You'll keep screwing anything with a dick between his legs until you feel important. Don't blame me for you mistakes. You fucked up in life, you're the one who brought all of this upon yourself. It isn't my fault that you can't do a damn thing right.
"Bringing me down, does that make you feel better? Does it make you feel important, like you are something? Whatever you do to me, I can bring it back to you, 100 times worse. I can play the game, pretty fucking well if you ask me. And, if you think I'm going to sit back and let you talk about my personal life, then you've got another thing coming. I have my own footage. You, and someone else, doing what you do best. But, I'm not going to show it. My language enough has made the guys backstage go gray. What I will do is talk about it. You see, Lovely Lita here does have a few things going for her. If this wrestling thing goes under, which we all know it will soon, she can open her own 'wrestling' business. That talent is something you'll never out grown."
"Destiny, I am through playing games with you." Amy yelled, it did sound like I was getting to her. "I am sick and tired of the shit you're pulling on me."
"It seems you can't drink the poison you pour." I said calmly. "You damn well know this is more than WWF gold, it's more than the WWF. Jealousy, perhaps? The fact that I've got something in the World Wrestling Federation that you don't, or the fact that I've got something in life you don't. We all know that you're insane crush on Matt Hardy nearly got you thrown out of here. And, I'll admit that my son, Matthew, his father is indeed Matt Hardy. Or, is it the fact that my life, even though it isn't perfect, is something worthwhile. Yeah, so what, my life's got it's problems, it has it's complications. Everyone has them. And, to go out here and make sure the world knows what I'm going through is a little cowardly. Because, I could very easily tell these people what I've heard through my hotel door. And, yes, sex was one of them. But, it's the rejection of men, strangers, tossing you aside." As I looked, I realized that this wasn't about the WWF anymore. Kurt was looking on, confused, as we put on a show the WWF wasn't ready to show. We were playing out the these emotions right in front of millions. "You want to talk about who's pathetic, who's worthless. Why don't you take a look in the mirror, and you'll see."
My music hit. A reason was needed to stop this, but I stood and stared at her, and Kurt. I wasn't done. During the commercial break, I attacked Kurt.
"And you, how can you look at yourself in the mirror? Do you feel like more of a man when you attack someone half your size? Some man you are. You're not even an Olympian, you're a pussy. A coward who is afraid of everything-"
Paul had to come out and take me off the stage. Amy and Kurt got off stage and Amy ran off somewhere, with Kurt following her. Paul had now flung me over his shoulder, carrying me off to the locker room. When we got there, he kicked everyone out and put me down.
"It's nice to see you back." He said to me, calmly. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Going out there like that, unexpected. McMahon's probably going apeshit right now. You can't just show up and go out there and say whatever the hell you want to."
"Paul, I never wanted to show up, but after yesterday, I had to. Don't you see what she's doing to me?"
"I see, and I know. Stephanie and I were going to handle Kurt and Amy while you were gone. We can defend your honor you know."
"But, if I didn't come back, the fans would have-"
"You can't always think about them. What about yourself? Your mental state?"
"It's still in shambles. But, it wouldn't have been any better after hearing that." I looked up at him. "She's ruining my life. Absolutely ruining my life."
"That's what she wants. She wants to get into your head. She's playing mind games with you. You have to try and ignore her."
"Do you have any idea how hard that is? She's exposing my whole life. I can't sit back and watch her ruin my life. I can't. I've got to react. I was brought up that way. Mostly left to fend for myself. This is how I handle things."
"With you here, a lot of shit's going to go down. Someone's going to get hurt." He told me. "And, that's the last thing I want to happen. You get seriously hurt, or get let lose because you did something."
"I know you're worried about me, but don't be. I'll only hurt you."
"What does that mean?" He asked.
"How I grew up, I have to do my thing. Now, I don't know what that might mean. It could mean anything. I don't want you to worry, I don't want anything to happen to you because of me."
"Des, you sound serious, very serious."
"I am. You know what Stephanie said, about me taking her out. I plan to do just that."
"Destiny, please." Paul said, pleading with me. "You don't have to go to this extreme."
"I do." I told him. "I do."
He looked me in my eyes, and I think then he realized I had to. I had to do something. He sighed and hugged me. He knew there was no talking me out of it. I sat back down and tried to calm myself down. But, that was extremely hard. Nothing could calm me down.
"Destiny." Matt said, he rushed in with Matthew. "When did you get here? Why? Are you all right?"
I held my son. "Fine, or I will be."
"If I would have known."
"You wouldn't have." I walked over to the bench. I held my baby in my arms. Then, I put him down. "I'll be back."
"Destiny, no." Paul said. He stood in front of the door. "Don't."
"Move Paul." I told him, firmly. "Move or you're never having children."
"It's a chance I'm willing to take." He said. "You're not leaving this room, not tonight. Not without anyone."
"I'm going to McMahon's office, if you must know." I pushed him aside. "Let me go."
He did. I walked down the hall, not speaking to anyone. I didn't even bother knocking on Vince's door. I just walked in. I walked right up to his desk and said, "I'll kill her."
"Now, Destiny, I know you're upset. You have every right to be. I didn't know what was going on, but I couldn't cut them off. But, I don't want you to do anything crazy."
"I am a crazy person. And, if you do not let me get a word or anything in, I will go completely insane."
"I can give you a match, but you cannot kill her, you cannot be too harsh."
"I can't promise that." I told him. "She's ruining my life, you know that. What do you want me to do? Fight it out in a predetermined match? Or, have a match like at Unforgiven, but not go too far? Vince, you have got to do something. Get rid of her, get rid of me. I'll quit if I have to."
"Now, that's not fair. You're putting me in a position here. Either her or you. Now, I can't do that. Believe it or not, the fans are reacting to this fued here. Now, on the personal level, I can't do that either. Because, unfortunately, I can't make this a personal thing. I have to think business, as much as I don't want to. But, if it starts getting worse, where I can't handle it. Something will be done."
"If you can't handle it now. I'll take matters into my own hands." I told him. "I have no problem playing vigilante."
And, I left. Did I mean it? Sure I did. And, I wouldn't go back and change it. I was going to make sure Amy got what she deserved. And, I was going to do it my way. None of this WWF bullshit anymore. These matches did nothing. All it did was please the fans and gave us at the most, a half hour to vent. Something else had to be done, and now.
I saw a wrench, a big one, lying near a tool box. I picked it up. I started walking down the hall, to find Amy. I was on a mission. I found the locker room and went right in. She was sitting, with Kurt, talking.
"You stupid whore." I ran to her. "You fucking bitch. I swear to God I am going to kill you. You think you're tough shit, going out there and talking about my life. I can go on and on about your pathetic life. Because you're worthless, completely worthless. What have you got? You have nothing, absolutely nothing."
"At least I don't have a son to worry about, and what's this I hear, a marriage in the works? You call me a slut, but I know what you did last year, or should I say who you did. Don't think I don't know." She got up and got in my face.
"You want to play games with me. You want to push my buttons. Go ahead. I dare you. I dare you to go and try and play with me. Go a head, try. I dare you."
"You don't know what I can do."
"You mean who. And, I do. What, is Kurt going to fight your might? I am sick of running around in circles. Lets get to the point, Amy."
"You're right, lets get right down to the point. I would like nothing more than to run your ass down. Make sure you never step foot inside the squared circle again. Hell, I'll make sure you never walk again."
"You have tried to put me out before, and you have failed. What makes you think you can do it again? With all that shit you pulled, I have every right to use this." I held up the wrench. Then, let it fall to the floor. "But, I would be nothing more than a coward, like you. No better than you. And, why would I want to be anything like you?" I got closer to her. "Soon. Soon no one will have the displeasure of looking at you, seeing you, having to listen to you."
"What do you plan to do? Take me out?" She laughed. "You can't do shit to me. Not a Goddamn thing."
"Don't test me." It told her.
"Come on, I'll give you a free shot." I could hear Paul's voice in the back of my head, telling me what not to do. "Afraid? Come on, hit me! You're so damn tough, why don't you hit me? A free shot. Lets go! You said you'd take me out. What, you a pussy?" She yelled. I stood there. "Thought so. Just a bunch of talk. You can't do shit to me. You're nothing." I watched her. "Well, I'm not some little bitch here on looks. And, here's why." She took a big swing at my face and nailed me right in the cheek. I could feel my face start to swell.
I turned to face her. I put my hand on my face and I could feel it getting bigger. As she laughed, I patted her on the shoulder. When she faced me, I nailed her back. She nearly fell over. "Some pussy I am." I said. I stood over her and she looked back. She kicked me in the knee, my bad knee. I leaned over. She stood up and took a shot right under my jaw.
It knocked me down on my good knee. As I sat there, I could see Kurt standing there, watching. Trish had ran to get someone. I stood up and took another shot to her face, then another, followed by another. She swung back. She got me a few good times in the gut. As I was catching my breath, she grabbed the wrench and went to hit me. I kicked her in the stomach and the wrench hit the ground. I hit her twice, once under the chin, and a second across her face. I kicked the wrench out of way. As I was, Amy thrust her shoulder into my stomach again, and knocked some of the wind out of me. I stumbled a few steps back. Amy got up and came my way, hitting me across my left cheek. I pie-faced her back a few steps and came up with my right fist across her jaw.
My nose was pouring out blood, as was Amy's. Both of us were bleeding from our mouths and bruises and swelling was all ready going on. I didn't think anything was broken, if anything, my nose. But, I didn't look any better than Amy. Both of us looked like Hell. I'll admit it, she did get me good.
Kurt tried to get involved while Amy was gathering herself. My knee hit his groin a total of five times and two right hands to the nose before he backed down. As I was watching Kurt hit the floor, Amy got me three times before I hit her back. Kurt managed to kick the wrench over to Amy. She took a swing, but I managed to move. I did a sweet kick to her back and she fell forward. The wrench fell a few inches away. But, I made sure she didn't get it. I stepped on her hand. Kurt grabbed my foot and sent me falling to the floor. Both Amy and myself got up and started swinging. I heard the door open.
"Destiny!" Paul yelled. I had the wrench in hand and went to hit her. But, Paul grabbed me and pulled me away. Once again, I was flung over his shoulder, kicking and screaming.
As I left, I saw a bloody Amy and Kurt on the floor in pain. A good sight to see. My blood stained the back of Paul's shirt. Droplets of blood trailed from the locker room in question to where Paul and I were. I could tell he was angry. His grip on my body was tight, and it hurt. Once we got inside a locker room, he threw me down.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Who the fuck do you think you are? The shit you're pulling is going to get you thrown out of here." He yelled at me. "You really want to let this go?"
"The shit I'm pulling is saving my own life. You see what she's doing? Maybe if someone opened their fucking eyes they'd see what's going on around here." I told him. "But no one wants to understand."
"You realize that you're going to throw this career away. A career you've built up, one you've worked so hard for. You know what, fuck the career. You're going to lose everyone you have here. The only family you've ever know."
"You're right, this is the only family I've ever know. And, if you were such good family, you'd take the time to see this through my eyes."
"You're letting some stupid bitch get to you. And, by doing that, you're letting her win. She knows she's getting to you, she knows it. She knows she's fucking with you, and she loves it." He said. "But, instead of just letting it go, you've got to start a fight, you have to go out there and start something. You better hope that McMahon doesn't fire your ass."
"If he did, he better get rid of her too." I said. "I am not going to leave this business knowing she's still here."
"Don't put yourself there. If you continue with this, you'll have nothing left. You'll be no better than she is." He looked at me. "Is that what you want?"
"I don't know what I want." I said. "All I do know is I want her gone. And I'll do whatever I have to, to make sure that happens."
I got up and left. Paul lunged after me, but let me go. I wasn't going to cause more trouble. Amy had probably left, and I was in no condition to get into another fight. I walked around the arena. I knew that tonight could very well end my career. I had to gather myself. Think of what I could say to Vince if he asked. I knew he'd find out about this. And, I know I'd be in a lot of trouble if he did.
"Des, what the hell happened?" Adam asked as he ran up to me. "I saw Amy in first aid, her and Kurt. What did you do?"
"Please, Adam, I don't want to talk about it." I said.
"That bad? She looks horrible. Destiny, what did you do to her?" He looked nervous.
"Is she that bad?" I asked.
"Yes." He answered. I smiled. "Destiny."
"She deserved it."
And I walked away. I walked past the fist aid room and saw her lying there. She had dried blood on her face, and new blood was pouring from her nose. I reached up and rubbed mine. Barely anything. I looked down at my shirt, and it was covered. I continued walking. I didn't care anymore. About them, about me, about what Vince or anyone thought about me. I was going to do what I had to.
I decided not to stick around much longer. I overheard people say that Vince was looking for Amy, Kurt, and myself. I decided to run. I took my car and drove off, leaving only a note for Stephanie. I told her the hotel I was staying at. And, I told her to keep this in confidence, only telling Paul, and Matt. I really hoped she'd do that. I put it in her bag, and left.
The hotel I was at was about ten minutes from the one everyone else was at. When I checked in, I made sure no one would leak the information of where I was. It did coast me some money, but I didn't care. About an hour later, I heard a knock at my door. I looked through the peephole and saw Stephanie there, Paul was at one side of her, and I could hear Matt, and my son. I opened the door.
"You alone?" I asked.
"Just with the people you asked to bring." She answered. I let them in. "Damn, girl, you cause a lot of trouble."
"I know." I said. "I know."
"What are you going to do?" She asked. "My father wants to speak with you."
"I know he does. And, I have no idea what I'm going to do." I answered. "I'm not doing house shows, if anything, I'll show up for RAW on Monday, and take it from there."
"Vince has to talk to you." Paul told me. "I hate to be the bad guy here, but you need to talk to him."
"I will, when I'm ready." I said. I took my son. "He been good?"
"Yes." Matt answered. He kissed my cheek. "You all right? Look at yourself."
"I'm all right. It was just a fist fight."
"I heard it was bad. I heard you guys used a few weapons." He said.
"We tried to use a wrench, that was it. Damn you can spread rumors." I sat down. Paul looked at me. "All right, I'll go back. Just let me get cleaned up and I'll go back with all of you."
"That's my girl." I went to the bathroom to wash up. "I don't want to force you, but you really should. Get this over with. He's talked with Amy all ready. And you need to get your side in, or you'll look like the bad guy. I mean, if you ran like you did, and didn't bother to show up until Monday, Vince would have to believe Amy's side, and I know that you had good reason."
It felt good for Paul to back me like he did. I knew everyone in that room backed me. I knew that half the federation backed me, even if they thought I was a little extreme and wasn't fully sure why. But, they were on my side. Vince would have to take my side too, right?
After I washed up, Paul drove me back. Stephanie went with Matt to the hotel. Matt wanted to put Matthew to sleep, since he was on his way, and Paul told Stephanie it would be best if she just left. Paul wanted to stay with me, make sure I didn't do anything else.
"I told Vince I'd find you and bring you back." He told me. "He has Amy and Kurt there all ready. Security's got them in a locker room. It'll be just you and Vince, and me if you want."
"I want you there."
"All right, I'll be there." He took my hand. "You have nothing to worry about."
We pulled into the parking lot and walked backstage. Our footsteps echoed in the vacant halls as we walked. It added to the drama of it all. We passed the locker room Amy and Kurt were held in. I looked as I passed. Amy was seated, Kurt by her side, looking rather upset. It made me feel good, but terribly bad at the same time. Paul knocked on the door.
"Come in." Vince said. We walked in. "There's my Tyson."
"Vince." I said quietly. I took a seat, Paul sat next to me.
"Want to explain yourself today, Miss Diaz."
"Yes, sir." I said. "When I came down here earlier, I want to apologize for that. I was hot, and I took it out on you. I still am hot, very in fact. And, I'm not sorry for what I said at ringside, or what I did in the locker room. I'm not sorry because I did what I had to. And, who knows what that's going to do to me or my place here in the WWF, but it does something for me as a person. I stopped taking crap from her, from anyone really. I went in there after a year and a half of abuse from her, and I showed her. I reached my breaking point, and I couldn't hold anything in any longer. The matches weren't enough. She taunted and teased me on and off camera, and off camera I was good about it. But, this was the final straw, and I couldn't take it. And, I'm not sorry for what I had done."
"Well, Miss Diaz, I am." I knew I was in trouble the moment he called me Miss Diaz. "I am very sorry that you chose the form of action you did. You have to deal with the consequences of your actions."
"Now, wait, Vince." Paul spoke up. "I agree what Destiny did was wrong, but don't you think if you were her, you'd do the same?"
"I would go to my boss, Paul. I don't think it's wise if you get involved in this."
"Wait, Vince. She did do that. And, from what I heard, you weren't to nice about it yourself. If your life was being threatened, like hers was, you'd take immediate action. I know you would Vince, because I know just what kind of man you really are. And I'll be damned if you would sit back and let someone do what Amy did to Destiny to you. You wouldn't take it. I wouldn't take it. So, what, Destiny was just a little extreme, I'll agree with that. And, I'll agree that it wasn't in her best interest to go after Amy the way she did. But think about it."
"You think about this, Paul." Vince said. "I cannot have this going around in my federation. I have got to do something about this. Now, I've given Amy a months suspension, without pay. But, unfortunately for me, I've got the Women's Champion here, I've got a Tag Team Champion here. I've got to think of something." He paced for a little. "I would think nothing of giving you a month suspension without pay either. I wouldn't. In fact, I'd really like to do it, and am considering it."
"I understand." I said. "But, before you suspend me and send me packing think about this. Everyday of my pathetic life, I have to wake up to what I did wrong, to the mistakes I've made. Every Goddamn day is a struggle for me, because I fucked up. The World Wrestling Federation seemed like a place I could go where I could get away from it all. But, unfortunately, my pain and misfortune has been played out for millions to see. So fuck me, fuck me since I lashed out. Fuck me since I decided enough was enough. Fuck me because I stood up for myself. Fuck me."
I got up and left. I actually felt like spitting on him, but decided not to. I don't know what Vince decided, and I wouldn't know for a few days. I threw my side out in the open, and when I left felt like I made him think something, but I thought that something he was thinking was going to screw me over in the end.
It was too hot inside for me and I had to get out. I sat outside in the parking lot on one of the few cars there, crying. What was I going to do now? Vince had every right to send me packing for a month, or until further notice for that matter. And, I didn't think I should have been unpunished, but I also had a slight advantage over my enemy. I owned gold. And, as tacky and as corny as it sounds, that could very well save my career.
I could hear footsteps behind me, and I knew who it was. "Well?" I asked. No answered. Paul sat down beside me and looked at me. "Well, what did he say?"
"Nothing, yet." He answered. "You do know you made some impact in there. I know Vince felt it. He doesn't want to admit it, but he felt it. You're right, no one understands what you're going through. And, in a way I'm glad, because I don't think I could be as strong. But, right there, I think that's the closest anyone has every come to understanding."
"About damn time." I said. "So, you don't know if I got the boot?"
"All I know is you're not to show up at a WWF show until Monday. Clear your head, think about things. It gives Vince some time to mull over what you just threw out."
"I see. But, I've got a good chance of not coming back for a month?"
"I can't say that for sure." He answered. "Don't worry about it. If you do get to come back, Amy won't be around. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Yes, it is." I answered.
He helped me up. We didn't say much on the ride back. I told Paul to let me get my things at my hotel, and I'd check into theirs. He said he didn't mind. I had been away from my baby too long. When we arrived, those who weren't in their rooms looked at me. They all knew, and by the story Matt told me, who knew what they knew. Mark was the one who came up to me.
"Well, slugger, I better stop teaching you how to fight." He said jokingly.
"Trust me, your help is what gave me the victory."
"You look like hell." He told me.
"Don't I know it. Ten bucks says I broke my nose."
"Why don't you find out?"
"It'll be fine. I've got all the house shows off."
"Oh, so you did see Vince." He said. "Well?"
"I could be facing a months suspension without pay. Amy got it. But, he's unsure about me."
"Good luck." He told me.
"Thanks, I'm going to need it."
I didn't want to get my own room, so I knocked on Matt's. He answered, surprised to see me. I walked in and put my things down. Matthew was asleep on one of the beds. I apologized for running in this way.
"It's all right." Matt told me. "I understand. What did McMahon tell you?"
"Well, I'm facing a months suspension without pay, if he gives it to me. He gave it to Amy, and I know he has know problem giving it to me. My belts is what's keeping him from doing so."
"So, what did he give you until he decides."
"I am not allowed to show up at a single house show. I don't know what he's going to do. He told me he has no problem enforcing that."
"I know he doesn't. And, I hate to say it, but it's all because of what you did. And, I could understand why, but I do believe that maybe you went too far."
"I-what?" I asked.
"Too far. Look, there are times for fighting and there are times when you just need to let it go."
This was a big part of the downfall of Matt and myself. I'll agree, I did go pretty far, but too far? Too far would be hitting her with that wrench. Too far would going more extreme than I did. I simply fought her. Something that men have done before. I didn't want to argue, I just wanted the night to end. So, I changed and went into bed next to him. By the time I fell asleep, I couldn't stand him.
"Well, it's another day without the stressful Destiny." Lita said. "And, I feel great."
"Now, I know Hunter and his little slutty wife backstage are running around all happy because they beat us."
"But, I can't think of anything else but the fact that Destiny is not here. And, yours truly has found some new dirt on the little bitch." A picture of my son was put on the Titan Tron. "Adorable isn't he? That right there is Destiny's son, Matthew." Then, a picture of Matt came up next to him. "That man is Matt Hardy, you all knew that. Take a good look, do they not look a like?"
"I see it." Kurt said. "Lita, what have you found out now?"
"Ladies and gentleman, Matt Hardy is the father of Destiny's son Matthew." I was ready to kill her, then and there. "But, there is more. Miss poster woman for motherhood left he child, here, on the road, while she relaxed in New York."
That was it. My music hit and the crowd went absolutely insane. I, belt around my shoulder, walked on the ramp. I was angry, and I was ready to kill her. Both of them. Amy looked like she had seen a ghost, and Kurt knew he was in trouble.
"How dare you? Who the fuck do you think you are?" I yelled. "Amy, how did that cage match happen? Kurt, did you fall victim to her slutty ways? When are you going to realize, Amy, that sex doesn't get you everything you want? You know, I do feel bad for you. I feel bad because you're never going to be someone in this world. You'll keep screwing anything with a dick between his legs until you feel important. Don't blame me for you mistakes. You fucked up in life, you're the one who brought all of this upon yourself. It isn't my fault that you can't do a damn thing right.
"Bringing me down, does that make you feel better? Does it make you feel important, like you are something? Whatever you do to me, I can bring it back to you, 100 times worse. I can play the game, pretty fucking well if you ask me. And, if you think I'm going to sit back and let you talk about my personal life, then you've got another thing coming. I have my own footage. You, and someone else, doing what you do best. But, I'm not going to show it. My language enough has made the guys backstage go gray. What I will do is talk about it. You see, Lovely Lita here does have a few things going for her. If this wrestling thing goes under, which we all know it will soon, she can open her own 'wrestling' business. That talent is something you'll never out grown."
"Destiny, I am through playing games with you." Amy yelled, it did sound like I was getting to her. "I am sick and tired of the shit you're pulling on me."
"It seems you can't drink the poison you pour." I said calmly. "You damn well know this is more than WWF gold, it's more than the WWF. Jealousy, perhaps? The fact that I've got something in the World Wrestling Federation that you don't, or the fact that I've got something in life you don't. We all know that you're insane crush on Matt Hardy nearly got you thrown out of here. And, I'll admit that my son, Matthew, his father is indeed Matt Hardy. Or, is it the fact that my life, even though it isn't perfect, is something worthwhile. Yeah, so what, my life's got it's problems, it has it's complications. Everyone has them. And, to go out here and make sure the world knows what I'm going through is a little cowardly. Because, I could very easily tell these people what I've heard through my hotel door. And, yes, sex was one of them. But, it's the rejection of men, strangers, tossing you aside." As I looked, I realized that this wasn't about the WWF anymore. Kurt was looking on, confused, as we put on a show the WWF wasn't ready to show. We were playing out the these emotions right in front of millions. "You want to talk about who's pathetic, who's worthless. Why don't you take a look in the mirror, and you'll see."
My music hit. A reason was needed to stop this, but I stood and stared at her, and Kurt. I wasn't done. During the commercial break, I attacked Kurt.
"And you, how can you look at yourself in the mirror? Do you feel like more of a man when you attack someone half your size? Some man you are. You're not even an Olympian, you're a pussy. A coward who is afraid of everything-"
Paul had to come out and take me off the stage. Amy and Kurt got off stage and Amy ran off somewhere, with Kurt following her. Paul had now flung me over his shoulder, carrying me off to the locker room. When we got there, he kicked everyone out and put me down.
"It's nice to see you back." He said to me, calmly. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Going out there like that, unexpected. McMahon's probably going apeshit right now. You can't just show up and go out there and say whatever the hell you want to."
"Paul, I never wanted to show up, but after yesterday, I had to. Don't you see what she's doing to me?"
"I see, and I know. Stephanie and I were going to handle Kurt and Amy while you were gone. We can defend your honor you know."
"But, if I didn't come back, the fans would have-"
"You can't always think about them. What about yourself? Your mental state?"
"It's still in shambles. But, it wouldn't have been any better after hearing that." I looked up at him. "She's ruining my life. Absolutely ruining my life."
"That's what she wants. She wants to get into your head. She's playing mind games with you. You have to try and ignore her."
"Do you have any idea how hard that is? She's exposing my whole life. I can't sit back and watch her ruin my life. I can't. I've got to react. I was brought up that way. Mostly left to fend for myself. This is how I handle things."
"With you here, a lot of shit's going to go down. Someone's going to get hurt." He told me. "And, that's the last thing I want to happen. You get seriously hurt, or get let lose because you did something."
"I know you're worried about me, but don't be. I'll only hurt you."
"What does that mean?" He asked.
"How I grew up, I have to do my thing. Now, I don't know what that might mean. It could mean anything. I don't want you to worry, I don't want anything to happen to you because of me."
"Des, you sound serious, very serious."
"I am. You know what Stephanie said, about me taking her out. I plan to do just that."
"Destiny, please." Paul said, pleading with me. "You don't have to go to this extreme."
"I do." I told him. "I do."
He looked me in my eyes, and I think then he realized I had to. I had to do something. He sighed and hugged me. He knew there was no talking me out of it. I sat back down and tried to calm myself down. But, that was extremely hard. Nothing could calm me down.
"Destiny." Matt said, he rushed in with Matthew. "When did you get here? Why? Are you all right?"
I held my son. "Fine, or I will be."
"If I would have known."
"You wouldn't have." I walked over to the bench. I held my baby in my arms. Then, I put him down. "I'll be back."
"Destiny, no." Paul said. He stood in front of the door. "Don't."
"Move Paul." I told him, firmly. "Move or you're never having children."
"It's a chance I'm willing to take." He said. "You're not leaving this room, not tonight. Not without anyone."
"I'm going to McMahon's office, if you must know." I pushed him aside. "Let me go."
He did. I walked down the hall, not speaking to anyone. I didn't even bother knocking on Vince's door. I just walked in. I walked right up to his desk and said, "I'll kill her."
"Now, Destiny, I know you're upset. You have every right to be. I didn't know what was going on, but I couldn't cut them off. But, I don't want you to do anything crazy."
"I am a crazy person. And, if you do not let me get a word or anything in, I will go completely insane."
"I can give you a match, but you cannot kill her, you cannot be too harsh."
"I can't promise that." I told him. "She's ruining my life, you know that. What do you want me to do? Fight it out in a predetermined match? Or, have a match like at Unforgiven, but not go too far? Vince, you have got to do something. Get rid of her, get rid of me. I'll quit if I have to."
"Now, that's not fair. You're putting me in a position here. Either her or you. Now, I can't do that. Believe it or not, the fans are reacting to this fued here. Now, on the personal level, I can't do that either. Because, unfortunately, I can't make this a personal thing. I have to think business, as much as I don't want to. But, if it starts getting worse, where I can't handle it. Something will be done."
"If you can't handle it now. I'll take matters into my own hands." I told him. "I have no problem playing vigilante."
And, I left. Did I mean it? Sure I did. And, I wouldn't go back and change it. I was going to make sure Amy got what she deserved. And, I was going to do it my way. None of this WWF bullshit anymore. These matches did nothing. All it did was please the fans and gave us at the most, a half hour to vent. Something else had to be done, and now.
I saw a wrench, a big one, lying near a tool box. I picked it up. I started walking down the hall, to find Amy. I was on a mission. I found the locker room and went right in. She was sitting, with Kurt, talking.
"You stupid whore." I ran to her. "You fucking bitch. I swear to God I am going to kill you. You think you're tough shit, going out there and talking about my life. I can go on and on about your pathetic life. Because you're worthless, completely worthless. What have you got? You have nothing, absolutely nothing."
"At least I don't have a son to worry about, and what's this I hear, a marriage in the works? You call me a slut, but I know what you did last year, or should I say who you did. Don't think I don't know." She got up and got in my face.
"You want to play games with me. You want to push my buttons. Go ahead. I dare you. I dare you to go and try and play with me. Go a head, try. I dare you."
"You don't know what I can do."
"You mean who. And, I do. What, is Kurt going to fight your might? I am sick of running around in circles. Lets get to the point, Amy."
"You're right, lets get right down to the point. I would like nothing more than to run your ass down. Make sure you never step foot inside the squared circle again. Hell, I'll make sure you never walk again."
"You have tried to put me out before, and you have failed. What makes you think you can do it again? With all that shit you pulled, I have every right to use this." I held up the wrench. Then, let it fall to the floor. "But, I would be nothing more than a coward, like you. No better than you. And, why would I want to be anything like you?" I got closer to her. "Soon. Soon no one will have the displeasure of looking at you, seeing you, having to listen to you."
"What do you plan to do? Take me out?" She laughed. "You can't do shit to me. Not a Goddamn thing."
"Don't test me." It told her.
"Come on, I'll give you a free shot." I could hear Paul's voice in the back of my head, telling me what not to do. "Afraid? Come on, hit me! You're so damn tough, why don't you hit me? A free shot. Lets go! You said you'd take me out. What, you a pussy?" She yelled. I stood there. "Thought so. Just a bunch of talk. You can't do shit to me. You're nothing." I watched her. "Well, I'm not some little bitch here on looks. And, here's why." She took a big swing at my face and nailed me right in the cheek. I could feel my face start to swell.
I turned to face her. I put my hand on my face and I could feel it getting bigger. As she laughed, I patted her on the shoulder. When she faced me, I nailed her back. She nearly fell over. "Some pussy I am." I said. I stood over her and she looked back. She kicked me in the knee, my bad knee. I leaned over. She stood up and took a shot right under my jaw.
It knocked me down on my good knee. As I sat there, I could see Kurt standing there, watching. Trish had ran to get someone. I stood up and took another shot to her face, then another, followed by another. She swung back. She got me a few good times in the gut. As I was catching my breath, she grabbed the wrench and went to hit me. I kicked her in the stomach and the wrench hit the ground. I hit her twice, once under the chin, and a second across her face. I kicked the wrench out of way. As I was, Amy thrust her shoulder into my stomach again, and knocked some of the wind out of me. I stumbled a few steps back. Amy got up and came my way, hitting me across my left cheek. I pie-faced her back a few steps and came up with my right fist across her jaw.
My nose was pouring out blood, as was Amy's. Both of us were bleeding from our mouths and bruises and swelling was all ready going on. I didn't think anything was broken, if anything, my nose. But, I didn't look any better than Amy. Both of us looked like Hell. I'll admit it, she did get me good.
Kurt tried to get involved while Amy was gathering herself. My knee hit his groin a total of five times and two right hands to the nose before he backed down. As I was watching Kurt hit the floor, Amy got me three times before I hit her back. Kurt managed to kick the wrench over to Amy. She took a swing, but I managed to move. I did a sweet kick to her back and she fell forward. The wrench fell a few inches away. But, I made sure she didn't get it. I stepped on her hand. Kurt grabbed my foot and sent me falling to the floor. Both Amy and myself got up and started swinging. I heard the door open.
"Destiny!" Paul yelled. I had the wrench in hand and went to hit her. But, Paul grabbed me and pulled me away. Once again, I was flung over his shoulder, kicking and screaming.
As I left, I saw a bloody Amy and Kurt on the floor in pain. A good sight to see. My blood stained the back of Paul's shirt. Droplets of blood trailed from the locker room in question to where Paul and I were. I could tell he was angry. His grip on my body was tight, and it hurt. Once we got inside a locker room, he threw me down.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Who the fuck do you think you are? The shit you're pulling is going to get you thrown out of here." He yelled at me. "You really want to let this go?"
"The shit I'm pulling is saving my own life. You see what she's doing? Maybe if someone opened their fucking eyes they'd see what's going on around here." I told him. "But no one wants to understand."
"You realize that you're going to throw this career away. A career you've built up, one you've worked so hard for. You know what, fuck the career. You're going to lose everyone you have here. The only family you've ever know."
"You're right, this is the only family I've ever know. And, if you were such good family, you'd take the time to see this through my eyes."
"You're letting some stupid bitch get to you. And, by doing that, you're letting her win. She knows she's getting to you, she knows it. She knows she's fucking with you, and she loves it." He said. "But, instead of just letting it go, you've got to start a fight, you have to go out there and start something. You better hope that McMahon doesn't fire your ass."
"If he did, he better get rid of her too." I said. "I am not going to leave this business knowing she's still here."
"Don't put yourself there. If you continue with this, you'll have nothing left. You'll be no better than she is." He looked at me. "Is that what you want?"
"I don't know what I want." I said. "All I do know is I want her gone. And I'll do whatever I have to, to make sure that happens."
I got up and left. Paul lunged after me, but let me go. I wasn't going to cause more trouble. Amy had probably left, and I was in no condition to get into another fight. I walked around the arena. I knew that tonight could very well end my career. I had to gather myself. Think of what I could say to Vince if he asked. I knew he'd find out about this. And, I know I'd be in a lot of trouble if he did.
"Des, what the hell happened?" Adam asked as he ran up to me. "I saw Amy in first aid, her and Kurt. What did you do?"
"Please, Adam, I don't want to talk about it." I said.
"That bad? She looks horrible. Destiny, what did you do to her?" He looked nervous.
"Is she that bad?" I asked.
"Yes." He answered. I smiled. "Destiny."
"She deserved it."
And I walked away. I walked past the fist aid room and saw her lying there. She had dried blood on her face, and new blood was pouring from her nose. I reached up and rubbed mine. Barely anything. I looked down at my shirt, and it was covered. I continued walking. I didn't care anymore. About them, about me, about what Vince or anyone thought about me. I was going to do what I had to.
I decided not to stick around much longer. I overheard people say that Vince was looking for Amy, Kurt, and myself. I decided to run. I took my car and drove off, leaving only a note for Stephanie. I told her the hotel I was staying at. And, I told her to keep this in confidence, only telling Paul, and Matt. I really hoped she'd do that. I put it in her bag, and left.
The hotel I was at was about ten minutes from the one everyone else was at. When I checked in, I made sure no one would leak the information of where I was. It did coast me some money, but I didn't care. About an hour later, I heard a knock at my door. I looked through the peephole and saw Stephanie there, Paul was at one side of her, and I could hear Matt, and my son. I opened the door.
"You alone?" I asked.
"Just with the people you asked to bring." She answered. I let them in. "Damn, girl, you cause a lot of trouble."
"I know." I said. "I know."
"What are you going to do?" She asked. "My father wants to speak with you."
"I know he does. And, I have no idea what I'm going to do." I answered. "I'm not doing house shows, if anything, I'll show up for RAW on Monday, and take it from there."
"Vince has to talk to you." Paul told me. "I hate to be the bad guy here, but you need to talk to him."
"I will, when I'm ready." I said. I took my son. "He been good?"
"Yes." Matt answered. He kissed my cheek. "You all right? Look at yourself."
"I'm all right. It was just a fist fight."
"I heard it was bad. I heard you guys used a few weapons." He said.
"We tried to use a wrench, that was it. Damn you can spread rumors." I sat down. Paul looked at me. "All right, I'll go back. Just let me get cleaned up and I'll go back with all of you."
"That's my girl." I went to the bathroom to wash up. "I don't want to force you, but you really should. Get this over with. He's talked with Amy all ready. And you need to get your side in, or you'll look like the bad guy. I mean, if you ran like you did, and didn't bother to show up until Monday, Vince would have to believe Amy's side, and I know that you had good reason."
It felt good for Paul to back me like he did. I knew everyone in that room backed me. I knew that half the federation backed me, even if they thought I was a little extreme and wasn't fully sure why. But, they were on my side. Vince would have to take my side too, right?
After I washed up, Paul drove me back. Stephanie went with Matt to the hotel. Matt wanted to put Matthew to sleep, since he was on his way, and Paul told Stephanie it would be best if she just left. Paul wanted to stay with me, make sure I didn't do anything else.
"I told Vince I'd find you and bring you back." He told me. "He has Amy and Kurt there all ready. Security's got them in a locker room. It'll be just you and Vince, and me if you want."
"I want you there."
"All right, I'll be there." He took my hand. "You have nothing to worry about."
We pulled into the parking lot and walked backstage. Our footsteps echoed in the vacant halls as we walked. It added to the drama of it all. We passed the locker room Amy and Kurt were held in. I looked as I passed. Amy was seated, Kurt by her side, looking rather upset. It made me feel good, but terribly bad at the same time. Paul knocked on the door.
"Come in." Vince said. We walked in. "There's my Tyson."
"Vince." I said quietly. I took a seat, Paul sat next to me.
"Want to explain yourself today, Miss Diaz."
"Yes, sir." I said. "When I came down here earlier, I want to apologize for that. I was hot, and I took it out on you. I still am hot, very in fact. And, I'm not sorry for what I said at ringside, or what I did in the locker room. I'm not sorry because I did what I had to. And, who knows what that's going to do to me or my place here in the WWF, but it does something for me as a person. I stopped taking crap from her, from anyone really. I went in there after a year and a half of abuse from her, and I showed her. I reached my breaking point, and I couldn't hold anything in any longer. The matches weren't enough. She taunted and teased me on and off camera, and off camera I was good about it. But, this was the final straw, and I couldn't take it. And, I'm not sorry for what I had done."
"Well, Miss Diaz, I am." I knew I was in trouble the moment he called me Miss Diaz. "I am very sorry that you chose the form of action you did. You have to deal with the consequences of your actions."
"Now, wait, Vince." Paul spoke up. "I agree what Destiny did was wrong, but don't you think if you were her, you'd do the same?"
"I would go to my boss, Paul. I don't think it's wise if you get involved in this."
"Wait, Vince. She did do that. And, from what I heard, you weren't to nice about it yourself. If your life was being threatened, like hers was, you'd take immediate action. I know you would Vince, because I know just what kind of man you really are. And I'll be damned if you would sit back and let someone do what Amy did to Destiny to you. You wouldn't take it. I wouldn't take it. So, what, Destiny was just a little extreme, I'll agree with that. And, I'll agree that it wasn't in her best interest to go after Amy the way she did. But think about it."
"You think about this, Paul." Vince said. "I cannot have this going around in my federation. I have got to do something about this. Now, I've given Amy a months suspension, without pay. But, unfortunately for me, I've got the Women's Champion here, I've got a Tag Team Champion here. I've got to think of something." He paced for a little. "I would think nothing of giving you a month suspension without pay either. I wouldn't. In fact, I'd really like to do it, and am considering it."
"I understand." I said. "But, before you suspend me and send me packing think about this. Everyday of my pathetic life, I have to wake up to what I did wrong, to the mistakes I've made. Every Goddamn day is a struggle for me, because I fucked up. The World Wrestling Federation seemed like a place I could go where I could get away from it all. But, unfortunately, my pain and misfortune has been played out for millions to see. So fuck me, fuck me since I lashed out. Fuck me since I decided enough was enough. Fuck me because I stood up for myself. Fuck me."
I got up and left. I actually felt like spitting on him, but decided not to. I don't know what Vince decided, and I wouldn't know for a few days. I threw my side out in the open, and when I left felt like I made him think something, but I thought that something he was thinking was going to screw me over in the end.
It was too hot inside for me and I had to get out. I sat outside in the parking lot on one of the few cars there, crying. What was I going to do now? Vince had every right to send me packing for a month, or until further notice for that matter. And, I didn't think I should have been unpunished, but I also had a slight advantage over my enemy. I owned gold. And, as tacky and as corny as it sounds, that could very well save my career.
I could hear footsteps behind me, and I knew who it was. "Well?" I asked. No answered. Paul sat down beside me and looked at me. "Well, what did he say?"
"Nothing, yet." He answered. "You do know you made some impact in there. I know Vince felt it. He doesn't want to admit it, but he felt it. You're right, no one understands what you're going through. And, in a way I'm glad, because I don't think I could be as strong. But, right there, I think that's the closest anyone has every come to understanding."
"About damn time." I said. "So, you don't know if I got the boot?"
"All I know is you're not to show up at a WWF show until Monday. Clear your head, think about things. It gives Vince some time to mull over what you just threw out."
"I see. But, I've got a good chance of not coming back for a month?"
"I can't say that for sure." He answered. "Don't worry about it. If you do get to come back, Amy won't be around. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Yes, it is." I answered.
He helped me up. We didn't say much on the ride back. I told Paul to let me get my things at my hotel, and I'd check into theirs. He said he didn't mind. I had been away from my baby too long. When we arrived, those who weren't in their rooms looked at me. They all knew, and by the story Matt told me, who knew what they knew. Mark was the one who came up to me.
"Well, slugger, I better stop teaching you how to fight." He said jokingly.
"Trust me, your help is what gave me the victory."
"You look like hell." He told me.
"Don't I know it. Ten bucks says I broke my nose."
"Why don't you find out?"
"It'll be fine. I've got all the house shows off."
"Oh, so you did see Vince." He said. "Well?"
"I could be facing a months suspension without pay. Amy got it. But, he's unsure about me."
"Good luck." He told me.
"Thanks, I'm going to need it."
I didn't want to get my own room, so I knocked on Matt's. He answered, surprised to see me. I walked in and put my things down. Matthew was asleep on one of the beds. I apologized for running in this way.
"It's all right." Matt told me. "I understand. What did McMahon tell you?"
"Well, I'm facing a months suspension without pay, if he gives it to me. He gave it to Amy, and I know he has know problem giving it to me. My belts is what's keeping him from doing so."
"So, what did he give you until he decides."
"I am not allowed to show up at a single house show. I don't know what he's going to do. He told me he has no problem enforcing that."
"I know he doesn't. And, I hate to say it, but it's all because of what you did. And, I could understand why, but I do believe that maybe you went too far."
"I-what?" I asked.
"Too far. Look, there are times for fighting and there are times when you just need to let it go."
This was a big part of the downfall of Matt and myself. I'll agree, I did go pretty far, but too far? Too far would be hitting her with that wrench. Too far would going more extreme than I did. I simply fought her. Something that men have done before. I didn't want to argue, I just wanted the night to end. So, I changed and went into bed next to him. By the time I fell asleep, I couldn't stand him.