Title: Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Author: Luna
Feedback: Always appreciated!
Archive: Full Moon Romper Room, WWEATSBTVS, anyone else just ask I'll probably say yes.
Rating: PG-13, for the moment. I, however, reserve the right to up the rating should the need arise!
Pairings: Lilian?
Disclaimer: Vince McMahon owns the WWE. Nothing is being gained from this, except a need to pass the time.
Summary: Someone's got their eye on Lilian will he finally get the courage to ask this lovely Diva out?
Spoilers: None that I'm aware of.
Anything else: Oh we must thank Paulena for this little bit of fun. (This is in response to the second Lilian challenge.) It was her challenge that made the plot bunnies multiply. I'm using these characters as I see fit. I'm not going to be going against the nature(s) of those involved. At least I hope I'm not. Any comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.
Author's Notes: I would like to thank everyone for their kind comments. It's helped me continue this story.
Chapter ThreePeople looked twice as Lilian passed them without a word. It was more effort to put one foot in front of the other than it should have been. This was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. Sure, she'd had other distasteful duties but none of them were likely to end with a trip to the hospital. Her blonde tresses were swept up in a bun. She wasn't going to let hair be used as a weapon against her.
The announcer didn't have many advantages going into this and she didn't want to give her competition a leg up. She may not know how to wrestle but she could fight. She had been one of very few girls in the family so her cousins and brothers had made sure that she could defend herself.
It didn't matter what she showed the roster or even the fans. The simple fact was she could lie to everyone else but she couldn't lie to herself. She knew the truth. She was scared stiff. Lilian had very serious doubts about this. It had been easier to think she could do this while she was safely ensconced in a locker room.
She took her place by the curtain and waited for her music to hit the air before stepping through. Her eyes fell and hardened on the Raw GM. His plastic smile was visible from the head of the ramp. It turned her resentment up a notch. She stalked down to the ring intent on getting this thing over with as quickly as possible.
Lilian paused halfway down the ramp as Eric brought the mike to his mouth. "So glad you could join us Lilian," he smirked out at the crowd. They had the good sense to boo him. She folded her arms over her stomach, her whole posture radiating suppressed anger. "Well what are you waiting for?"
The blonde rolled her eyes at the GM. He was too cocky for his own good. One of these days he's going to piss off the wrong person and he's going to be knocked down a peg or three. She just hoped she was around to see it. Slowly the announcer mounted the stairs.
Never in her time with the WWE had she been afraid to climb through those ropes. She was now. She took a deep breath released it slowly and stepped into the ring. She kept her blue eyes trained warily on the man across from her as she waited for her opponent.
Nidia's music hit the air and chants of bitch echoed in the air. The brunette sneered at the crowd, and leveled a hateful stare on the announcer. In the young woman's opinion Lilian wasn't a diva. She was a glorified lackey. The fact that Eric had the nerve to place that woman in the same ring with her made her furious.
Lilian wracked her brain trying to figure out why the other woman was so angry with her. She'd never portrayed the young woman in a bad light, never said anything derogatory about her. The blonde's anxiety skyrocketed as the brunette stomped up the stairs and literally threw herself into the ring. 'This is not going to end pretty,' she thought dismally.
Both women turned hostile stares on the general manager of Raw. His fake smile widened. 'Two birds with one stone,' the man thought with another arrogant smirk for the crowd. Nidia had been a pain in his side since she'd arrived at Raw and now he had the satisfaction of pissing her off. Lilian thought she was too good for him so he slapped her with the ultimate humiliation, this match.
He brought the mike to his mouth once again and took in their heated glares, their hatred of him turning up his smile about a hundred notches. "As I'm sure you ladies are aware," the GM leered at both the crowd then the women standing a few feet away from him. "This match is to continue you until one of you are reduced to her bra and panties."
Lilian rolled her eyes. The match was pretty self-explanatory. She began to wonder what the little weasel had up his sleeve. It had to be something truly disgusting if he was involving himself in the match preliminaries. As if to confirm her thoughts the lights dimmed and music hit the air. The blonde groaned. "Not this jackass," she muttered to herself.
Nidia took one look at who was coming down the ramp in a referee's jersey no less and lost it. She pushed her face into the general manager's, for a moment completely forgetting about the mike he held. "You expect him to call this match fairly," she shrilly inquired. When Eric just smiled wider and nodded she dissolved into a Spanish diatribe.
The ref entered the ring his arrogant swagger matched only by his idiocy. There weren't too many divas, or even men for that matter, that liked the special guest. Test stood in the middle of the ring leering at the two women.
Lilian crossed her arms self-consciously. Even covered as she was, she felt like she was naked under that disgusting gaze. When the man actually licked his lips she couldn't help the shudder that ran through her body.
In the locker room backstage he was throwing a fit. Eric had lost his mind! Test didn't give a rat's ass about women or their safety. It seriously looked like the GM was trying to put one of the girls in the hospital. Given what they all knew it looked like the only way his crush was leaving tonight was in an ambulance.
He cursed and began pacing. His mind tried to come up with a way to help her without betraying the fact that he had feelings for the announcer. He had it! Or at lest he thought he did. As he chased that thought down to its smallest detail the match raged on.
The two women circled each other. Both looked for a weakness that could be exploited. The women locked up. Lilian had seen enough matches to be able to do that without looking foolish. However Nidia, with ring experience, quickly turned it into a side headlock.
Lilian fought against the rising panic. Panicking wouldn't help her situation in the least. Stop, think, her brain demanded. A small sly smile graced the announcer's face as she dropped down to the mat.
The unexpected action managed to free her neck from the diva's hold. The brunette glared down at the other woman. Her leg pulling back and that was what the blonde had been waiting for. She launched herself at the other woman catching her in the stomach.
Lawler and JR were wondering just when Lilian had mastered the spear. Their fellow announcer had never to their knowledge been trained to wrestle. Yet, she'd executed that move with flawless precision.
As the two landed Lilian grabbed the bottom of the younger woman's shirt and when she rolled away she took Nidia's shirt with her. The blonde knew better than to start getting cocky. That's when things usually went south.
The brunette shrieked with outrage and flung herself at the announcer. It was a good thing her brothers and cousins had taught her to fight back. Otherwise this would have been nothing more than a mugging.
Still Lilian took a fair amount of hits. She was dazed and tired. There was too much adrenaline in her system for pain to be a factor yet, but it was there tugging at the edges of her mind. Cool air hitting her flesh let her know that Nidia was trying to take her shirt.
Newfound strength surged through the blonde as she bucked and fought to keep her clothing on her body. Her wild movements brought her knee in contact with the diva's jaw and the young woman released her hold on the top, staggering back.
The blonde took the opportunity to roll away and take stock of her situation. Surprisingly Test hadn't interfered in the match and had called this as fairly as any of the others would have. That didn't mean that the announcer trusted him, not in the least, but it was a nice change of pace for the usually abrasive man.
"Come on, come on you can do this," he urged the blonde on the monitor.
"You know if you went down to the ring you could actually help her," Lita said.
He rolled his eyes at the redhead. "Yeah or Test could disqualify Lilian because I was a distraction and force her down to her underwear," he replied snidely.
"Well could you possibly do that," she waved a hand to indicate his pacing. "Somewhere else. You're starting to give me a headache."
"Then close your eyes," he shot back.
The crowd's gasp brought the young wrestler's gaze back to the monitor and he winced.
Lilian was reeling. That had been one hell of hit. The diva hadn't held anything back on it either. She knew she was going to be sporting a bruise tomorrow. The sound of ripping fabric brought the blonde out of her stupor.
She brought the heel of her hand sharply up into the other woman's nose. It was a lucky blow to be sure, but still it angered the young brunette. Nidia gave the blonde a shoulder to the midsection. She pushed the announcer into the corner, continuing to administer shoulders to the midsection.
Lord above she'd never hurt this bad. Weakly Lilian clasped her hands and brought them down on the other woman's back. It had little effect. Test, in true ref fashion, began the count. The angry brunette turned on the man, giving him a piece of her mind.
Lilian knew that her time was short. Nidia would be back on her soon. She took advantage of the rest that the ref had unwittingly provided. The blonde refused to let the pain take away her focus. She still had to get through this match.
Nidia was outraged. First, she had this ridiculous match with Lilian. Now, she had to deal with an asshole like Test pretending to be a ref. It was more then the young woman could take. One particular unfortunate comment from said ref and the brunette drew her hand back and slapped the man's face. Hard.
'Ouch! That had to hurt,' Lilian thought. Not one to let an opportunity pass her by she grabbed the back of Nidia's too short shorts and pulled with all of her strength. The shorts, Nidia, and Lilian all fell to the mat.
The announcer knew better than to stick around. She rolled out of the ring holding the shorts aloft. It was a great feeling and the crowd's roaring approval made it that much sweeter. The ring bell sounded and Jonathan told the audience what they already knew. Test lifted her hand in victory.
Nothing could dispel this feeling she thought happily. She should have known better though. Test's lips came down on hers and she couldn't help the shudder of revulsion that filled her. She jerked back as if stung and did the first thing that came to mind. She slapped his face.
Lilian stared in horror as all hell broke loose.