Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the characters you DO NOT recognize (Andrea, Kayla, & friends, etc.)
Summary: Andrea James is the newest WWE diva. Who can help her adjust and get along with others?
AN: most of the story in Andie's POV
AN2: for the purpose of my story, Amy Weber's still there.
Chapter 4-SmackDown! Pt 2 (long chappy!)
Andie's POV:
I went back to the women's locker room and grabbed my bag. I pulled out my cd case and was going through it, when I heard a knock.
"Come in!" I yelled so they could hear me. I looked up to see John standing there.
"Heyya. What ya doin'?" he asked.
"Lookin' for my Infest cd. It's got the song I want for my entrance music on it. 'Last Resort'. Heard it? Papa Roach. Kick ass!" I said. John just laughed.
"No, I haven't heard it. But we'll talk about that later. Right now, you're coming with me to meet some of the guys!" he said.
"Aw, do I hafta?" I asked, whining a little.
"Yeah, ya hafta. Now come on!" he said, grabbing my hand. I couldn't help but feel excited. I mean, it's JOHN CENA! Wouldn't you? (a/n: i know i would!) He half dragged me to the men's locker room. He opened the door before he went in.
"Everybody decent in here?" he hollered in. A chorus of "yeses" was heard. "C'mon. Let's go!" he said. We walked in the room. I saw almost all of the guys sitting in there.
"Hi." I murmured quietly, giving a small wave. If you haven't noticed, I seem to be kinda shy around people I don't really know. Especially guys.
"Hi." they all said at once, and waved.
"Who's this?" Paul London asked John.
"Andie James. Newest diva. Thought I'd introduce her to everyone." John said. After everyone introduced themselves, and said hi, we all sat around and talked for a bit.
"So, Andie, right? Any other interests besides wrestling?" Rey Mysterio asked.
"Well, I'm in a band with 4 of my friends. I just finished college for a degree in massage therapy. A fall back in case this didn't work out. I'll be a regular girl and say shopping, and I write poetry." I said.
"That's cool." they all said. Except, not all of them used those words. Just then, the door flew open. And it was the one, the only, JBL. 'Oh god! This should be fun.' I thought sarcastically.
"Who are you? Why are you in MY locker room?" he asked.
"Well, I'm Andie. And last time I checked, it's the MEN'S, as in plural,locker room. So piss off, man bitch." I said, rudely. I heard a few snickers and laughs behind me. I turned around and told the guys I had to go talk to the stage hand who does the music, waved, and walked out. As I walked to the door, I stared JBL down.
'I called him a man bitch…HA! Didn't think THAT would happen!' I thought as I walked to find the stage hand. (is there a special name for the guy who does music and pyro?) Figuring he might be near the gorilla, that's where I was headed. I finally found the guy and walked over to him.
"Uh, excuse me? Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked him.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I'm the new diva, and I need entrance music." I told him.
"Ok. You got what you want with ya?" he asked.
"Yeah. Here. It's track # 2." I told him, handinghim myInfestcd.
"Ok. I'll get that taken care of, and get the cd back to you. That all you needed?" he asked, kindly.
"Yep, thanks!" I said. And with that, I turned and walked away. There was like 20 minutes before the start of the show. 'Wow. I'm on SmackDown! I can't believe this is happening.' I thought. "Ok Andie. Get a grip. You can do this. You're GOING to do this." I said quietly to myself.
"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity?" I heard. Turning around, I saw Torrie.
"It's when you start answering yourself you've gone crazy." I replied.
"Funny." she said, chuckling. "When do you go on?" she asked.
"Umm…soon. I interupt JBL while he's on one of his, quote, unquote, wrestling god talks." I said.
"That's fun!" she said.
"Yep. And guess what I called JBL." I told her.
"What?" she asked, looking at me funny, like I was acting like a 2 year old. Okay, so I was, but hush!
"I called him a man-bitch! It was funny." I said, grinning.
"Ok. But hey, you're about to go out, so I'll see ya later, right? And we'll talk plans! RAW people are gonna be there too, so. Bye!" she said.
"Bye! See ya later!" I said. I got a little giddy waiting to go out. I always get that way when I'm nervous. I think I'll be able to pull it off though, considering previous encounters.
"…Deep down, you all know you want me to be WWE Champion. I am a wrestling GOD! And you all know you want to chant my name! JBL-JBL-JBL…" he stopped as my music came on. He looked toward the entrance. When he saw me, he fumed. I smirked at him. I already had a mic, so I started talking.
"Who's chanting JBL? 'Cause I wanna know where exactly you're hearing it. 'Cause I sure don't. Nobody wants you to be champ. Who here wants him champ, scream." the entire arena was silent. "I rest my case. By the way, man-bitch, I'm the new diva, so I'm not going ANYWHERE!" I yelled. Amy Weber grabbed JBL's mic.
"You don't talk to him like that! Nobody's talk to JB-"
"Oh, can it, ya bottom-feeding-trash-bag-whore! Nobody wants to hear you run your mouth either! I'm Andie James, and get used to me!" I yelled and walked to the back. As I walked, I heard the crowd screaming. 'Gotcha!' I thought.
As I walked back, I was greeted with 4 screaming divas. Torrie, Jackie, Joy, and Michelle must have watched me.
"OH MY GOD! That was AWSOME! You're great!" Jackie screamed. The other three started giggling.
"Thanks. So I'm guessing you guys watched, huh?" I said, laughing.
"DUH!" they all yelled. I just laughed.
"Don't tell anyone, but I added the 'man-bitch' and 'bottom-feeding-trash-bag-whore' myself!" I said. They all laughed.
"We gotta go, we'll see ya later tonight!" Torrie said, waving. I waved back and went to the locker room.
'That went well.' I thought.
There's chappy 4 pt 2! Tell me what ya think! R'n'R!
Cenas-lil-hottie