Chapter III – Exploding

"Not possible. I should show him not possible" Vince was in a horrible mood.

"What's wrong, sir?" his assistant asked.

"That Bischoff person refused to get that new diva on Raw. He says it's not possible to get her there with a title match for now."

"Well, couldn't she go without the title match?" the girl asked.

"Yeah, I suppose, but it wouldn't have such a big impact that way. She's gonna be big. Did you see the main event she caused in her first night on SmackDown?" The assistant nodded. "That was huge, sir." "I know. Well, let's wait a little more. "Maybe she'll even get into more trouble and get more fans, sir" "Wait... That's it! She'll be even more popular! I'm a genius!" "Yes in deed, sir. Yes in deed."

"Have you got a match tonight?" Cleo asked her brother. They were alredy in the arena, talking on the corridors.

"No, but I'll go out and give Kurt a piece of my mind. I didn't have the chance to do that last week." He answered.

"Good. I'll go with you." She said cheerfuly.

"Oh no, you're not. He must be really mad about what you did last week."

"Oh, come on! I wanna have some fun too!" she said smiling.

"There's really nothing I can say to change your mind, is there?" he asked frowning.

She nodded with a smirk. "Nope."

He sighed. "Well, at least you have to promise you'll be careful." "Okay." "..." "Okay okay, I promise I'll be careful." "And?" "And not kick his ass again." "Good." Unless I have too. She thought. She's gonna get in trouble again. He thought. He knew her better than that.

Cleo was getting dressed to the show when she heard a knock on Eddie's locker room door. They shared it, but when one was getting dressed, the other left. "Just a minute." She was topless, so she put on her red ruched tube top, which matched perfectly with her black mini skirt and red heels. She opened the doo, only to reveal none other than JBL, the WWE Champion. He brought the cameras with him.

"Well, hi my dear. I am just here to oficially congratulate you for debuting in a show featuring the greatest wrestler of all times: me." She wasn't expecting any of this. Her reaction was to raise her eyebrows and stare. "I saw you last week, and I got the thought that you were a smart young lady, despite the family you come from." Eyebrows still raised, mouth drops. "So, I would just like you to tell all these little people how you think I'm a Wrestling God, since, well, you are one of them." Huge gaze, disgusted look. She was so surprised she couldn't speak. "I should have known that you were so dim witted like your brother..." At that point, she just exploded. "Don't you talk about my brother! Who do you think you are to come here and diss us like that, Bradshaw? Oh, yeah, because you look more like a God-awful wrestler than a Wreslting God! You just go around and talk about how great you are and you don't shut the hell up, because you know what, Bradshaw? NO ONE CARES!" and she slamed the door on his face. "How dare you talk to me like that? Open the door! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" she just stood there, her blood still boiling. "Fine. You know what? GREAT!" and she heard him leave with the cameras and all.

Like fifteen minutes later she heard another knock. She opened it and yelled "What?" until she realised it was Eddie. Putting it mildly, he didn't look very happy.

Yet, he spoke in a aparantly calm tone. "What had I told you to do?" She made an inocent face. "Be careful?" He smiled. "And what did you do?" "I... wasn't careful?" "You just got me in a Handicap match with the Bashams!" Her mouth dropped. "A Handicap match? That's so unfair! If JBL was so mad why didn't he ask for a match with you ALONE?" He gave a laugh. "Like he had the guts to." "I'm sorry. But don't worry. I'll-" "Oh no you're not." "You didn't even let me finish!" "Let me gess. You were gonna say you would be at ringside." She rolled her eyes. "No way. He and Orlando Jordan will be there and I can't concentrate on the match if I'm concerned about you." "But-" "No buts. You'll stay here watching the match on TV. Don't worry. You're big brother can handle them, can't he?" He hugged her and she sighed. "Yeah, you can. Okay, you win. Now go and break a leg. Theirs preferibly." He laughed and she left for him to get dressed.

The infamous limo with horns arrived. JBL and his Cabinet went to the ring while the audience booed them. When Eddie arrived, the boo's turned into cheers. He went to the ring and the match started. Cleo was watching it from Eddie's locker room.

Eddie started dominating, but the fact that it was four against one couldn't be ignored. The JBL and Jordan did everithing they could behind the referee's back, and the Bashams didn't seem to want to end the match. JBL must have told them to beat the hell out of him for as long as they could! Oh no! Cleo thought. She wanted to do something. She wanted to help. But she knew that she alone could never take them. She thought about asking for help from the Big Show, but then she remembered he wasn't there for that show. John Cena came to her mind next, but he wasn't an option neither, because he had a really rough match earlier and he got injured. He was probably being treated.


Then who can help me? Who?

A/N:

Third chappie! Sorry for the kind of late updating, but test season has just started (Portuguese, English and Maths done!) so I haven't ha much time. Anyways, thanks for the reviews! Review responses:

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