TITLE: Dire Consequence
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: General
SUB-CATEGORY: Drama
RATING: PG-13 for language, trickery, backstabbing, acute situations, etc.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you might receive.
GENRE: Wrestling (WWE; AU)
CAST: Mac Diaz (OC), Callista Styles-Diaz (OC), Amy Dumas (Lita), Trish Stratigias (Trish Stratus), the WWE RAW roster, John Cena, to name a few.
DISCLAIMER:
I only stake claim to the couple Callista and Mac. Any other created characters that'll come about will be properly credited. For example, Jared Hall, Mac's best friend, is credit to my pal Steph. This is the first story I'm writing from a MALE perspective, so bare with me. Unlike "Biggest & The Best" however, where Marlena is the main idea, Mac will be like that in "Dire Consequence". The biggest difference, is there will be blogs, like - journal entries, on "Mac's Website" maintained by his kid brother "Trick Matty", Mathew Diaz. That is so you can see inside of the character opposed to how the world is described around him.
I don't own the WWE.
I don't own the characters or people from the WWE.
And I most certainly do NOT state that any of the events in this story are real!
So just sit back and enjoy a little story time, eh?
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Chapter Two: The Debut
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Mac Diaz arrived at the arena early. He had to meet with Eric Bischoff, get acquainted with the RAW General Manager, as well as find Trish Stratigias. The woman he'd be working with forth coming until the writers thought of something better to do with him. He was recommended to take part in the 'Trish needs to find a man to take out Kane' campaign, which would mean Mac's debut would include attacking and injuring Kane in front of Kane's wife Lita.
Mac was to say the least, excited about working with Glen Jacobs. He had talked to Glen via telephone when he was heading to Trenton from Baton Rouge, where he had reestablished living since he started with OVW and the WWE. Having a house there was what he had wanted since his family relocated to New York, and now that he had it, his main concern was making the WWE crowds realize what indy fans had known for years. That he was a premiere attraction in wrestling.
As he pulled up to the arena in his silver and metallic blue Lexus, the tinted windows half rolled down, and "Role Call" by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boys featuring Ice Cube was blaring from the speakers. Mac was a man who listened to a little of everything, but his main musical taste was rap and hip hop. While he listened to rock for the majority, he had his fair share of love for the lyrical masterminds in rap music. Hence the fact he and John Cena got along so well.
Upon stepping out of the car, Mac was dressed in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a white wifebeater tank top with his A3 Garnetts on his feet. Tinted glasses covered his eyes as he adjusted the bag over his shoulder, starting toward the doors.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one to check out TheRealDealdotcom - the official home of 'The Real Deal' Mac Diaz. There was a small group of people standing outside of the arena - that Mac noticed upon walking up. They noticed him too, and while a couple of the girls' shrieked, the guys acted as if Mac was just one of their 'boys', and walked up. Mac spent some time with the fans, who proudly boasted they found the information on his website. After taking some photos, giving some autographs, and over all just hanging out with the fans, Mac went inside where he had a lot to do before he debuted that night. He knew it.
The first person he sought out, was Adam Copeland. Edge was rocking the ranks on RAW, and Mac thought that was cool. After making clearance with the security guards, and making acquaintances with the Trenton crew, he headed down the corridor to find the locker room area. He nearly ran into a red-head as he was walking down the hallway, who seemed to be in a hurry.
"Sorry about that, ma'am." Mac said, his accent was purely south, and the red-head just smiled at him.
"Hey, it's okay. I wasn't paying attention."
"I appreciate the courtesy." Mac told her with a smile, as he held out his hand to her for a shake. "I'm Mac Diaz. I'm new here." She shook his hand, and being a gentleman, he turned it, kissing her hand lightly. She looked pleasantly surprised.
"Hey there, I'm Christy Hemme." She replied, "I'm pretty new here myself."
"Diva search winner, I knew you looked familiar."
"Glad you've heard of me…" Christy smiled, "I was just heading off, but can I help you with anything? I mean, I like helping people out when I get the chance. Especially people as nice as you are."
"Actually, Miss Hemme… could you tell me where the locker room is by chance?"
"Sure! Just down the hallway, to your left. But please, just call me Christy." she insisted, "I love your accent, where are you from?"
"Baton Rouge, Louisiana, ma'am." he said without hesitation, "Born and bred a southern boy."
"Your accent is to die for, for real." Christy smiled, "It's good to see a new face around here too, I'm sure you'll get along just fine."
"Thank you, and thanks for the directions. I won't hold ya up."
"You're not holding me up, but I'll definitely see you around okay?"
"See ya later, Christy."
"Bye, Mac!"
Christy headed off down the hallway, and Mac smiled to himself. She had a lot of natural spunk, he thought that was cool. She wasn't harmful on the eyes either. But that was just an innocent man spotting the obvious, of course. He found the locker room without a problem with Christy's direction, and as he walked in, he was greeted by none other than who HE was looking for. Before shows, Adam had a tendency to hang out in the men's locker room, and tonight was no different.
Mac sat his bag down, as Adam got up from his conversation with fellow superstar Chris Irvine "Jericho". Adam grinned a bit as he held out his fist to Mac, and Mac pushed his knuckle against Copeland's. Typical greeting.
"What's up, my brother?" Adam said, "It's been a while since I've seen you in the flesh, playboy."
"Yeah, you wan'a talk about playboy status, Copeland?" Mac questioned, "What I hear about you? You ain't keepin' on the up-n-up I hear…"
"Sure I am, it's just my soon to be ex-wife and that asshat Hardy think otherwise."
"So you are getting another divorce?" Chris questioned, shaking his head. "Here I thought the deal with Morley was a huge tribulation, but this, my man…"
"It's out there." Mac said, as he shook his head. "I thought you were done playin', AC?"
"You haven't called me AC since we MET. But, I'll have you know Amy and I aren't 'seeing' each other. And she didn't cheat on Hardy. It's my douche of an ex playing her games." Adam spoke in his own defense, before sighing a little. "Whatever, it's great to see you, brother…"
"Likewise."
"He looks familiar, I just can't place him…" Chris admitted as he held out his hand to Mac, "I'm Chris Irvine. Better known as Chris Jericho."
"Mac Diaz. Better known as 'The Real Deal'. Nice to meet you. EWA and TNA graduate, WWE freshman." he shook Chris's hand with a smile. "You're an awesome athlete. I hope sooner than later I get to wrestle you, man."
"Nice to know I'm respected by my peers." Chris chuckled a bit, "So you debuting tonight?"
"Yessum." Mac said, "I bust into the scene by jumping Kane of all people, and 'taking him out' for Trish Stratus."
"Oooh…so YOU, are Trish's new toy? Delicious." Chris said with a smile, as Mac laughed a bit. "A LOT better than her former choice. The latter choice is much better. The, guise, if you will - is much better."
"You could say that…" Mac said, but smirked at Chris's last comment. "I'm no Viscera, by any means. Big Vis, not a ladies man. Mac Diaz, a total ladies man. I'll have Trish Stratus wrapped around my finger; if I'm lyin', I'm dyin', man." Chris grinned a little, laughing ever-so-slightly.
"I LOVE this kid's attitude!"
"You would, Chris." Adam chuckled, wrapping his arm around Mac's neck, and rubbed the top of his head with his fist. "He's a real adorable one though, loooook at that baaaaaby face!" he said in a high pitched voice, as Mac smirked, pushing him away.
"Easy man, the hair is important to my overall demeanor…"
"Every single time he opens his mouth, he's a notch higher on the 'I could totally befriend him' scale…" Chris said, "What's your thoughts on, oh say -- Edge?"
"He's a chump." Mac said with a sly smile. "And his hair is completely whacked out. I think I should do a bonnet verses bonnet with him. He'd never beat me when the platinum is on the line."
"Bonnet verses bonnet?" Chris asked, as Mac reiterated his statement.
"Hair verses hair, you know?"
"OH! Yeah, just… not used to the 'terminology' you used there, champ." Chris said, nodding his head. "And I like that idea."
"Glad YOU both like that." Adam said, pushing his hair back. "My hair is very stylish, so says every woman who sees me."
"While the men just think you're Fabio's second cousin…" Mac said, as Chris laughed to himself.
"I've got a new best friend, Adam."
"Great…every night will be annoy Adam night." Adam rolled his eyes with a small smile as Mac smirked. "I can hardly wait."
Mac enjoyed his conversation with Adam and Chris, but he had business to take care of. More specifically, he had to talk with Eric Bischoff, to find out exactly how his debut would take place, THEN find Trish Stratigias. That shouldn't have been a hard feat, anyway… just ask anyone, or even find that Christy girl and ask her. She seemed to know enough. And she was sweet as cane, no doubt about it.
He had his inevitable, unavoidable meeting with Eric Bischoff, and Eric too seemed to really like the kid's spunk. His pizzazz. His overall disposition. Eric told Mac where to find Trish Stratigias, though, right after he was finished with him. The women's locker room. Mac cringed, expecting to hear something like that, as he ventured out of Bischoff's office, and started back toward the locker room area.
He went to the room that had the "Women's Locker Room" plate on the door, and he gently knocked. He didn't want to interrupt them from anything. It wasn't in his protocol to bother a lady when she was in the middle of something. Some may say he was too nice. The door opened, and the girl who answered smiled at Mac.
"Hey, you must be Mac." she said, "the only platinum blonde I've seen…"
"Yes ma'am. That's me." he nodded his head. "Mac Diaz."
"I'm Maria Kanellis. You know, Christy was just talking about you. She said you were the sweetest person she had ever met… that true?"
"I dunno, Miss Maria… I didn't do anythin' for Christy that I wouldn't for another lady. I was just bein' respectful."
"You are…too cute." Maria said with a smile. "Can I help you with something? I mean, I'm sure you didn't come to the girl's place just to be flattered…"
"O'course not, Miss Maria. I'm lookin' for Trish Stratigias… is she in there?"
"Yep, just a sec. Or you could come in, we're all decent."
"Thank ya for the welcome." he said, nodding his head. "I'll come on in for a few."
"Great. Come on."
Maria lead Mac into the locker room, where there was an array of RAW's divas. From Stacy Keibler, to Amy "Lita" Dumas, the obvious Maria Kanellis and Christy Hemme, and Trish Stratigias. Christy waved when she saw Mac enter the room, and he nodded his head respectfully toward her.
"Good to see ya, Christy." he said, as she smiled.
"Totally good to see you too, Mac." She said back, "What brings you by? Checking out RAW's goods?" She flashed him a grin with a giggle, and Mac smiled, shaking his head.
"No ma'am. Although the scenery is nice, I really just need to see Trish."
"I'm Trish," one blonde said, as she moved past Christy and stood up to Mac. "So you're the one I'll be working with?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Well, good." She held out her hand to him, "Trish Stratigias. Most just call me Stratus, though. It's simpler."
"Mac Diaz." he shook her hand, and as he had done with Christy, turned her hand to kiss the top. "Pleasure."
"See?" Christy whispered to Maria, "he's a gentleman!"
"Wow, I thought you were crazy!" Maria whispered back.
"Come on, we can go for a walk and chat about tonight."
"Sounds like a plan, Miss Stratigias."
"Trish." she said with a smile, "You don't have to be formal with me."
"I'm not bein' formal, Trish, just polite."
Trish and Mac left the locker room, and eyes followed. Amy Dumas watched them leave, as did Stacy, Maria, and Christy. Maria was still flabbergasted, that someone 'so hot' could be 'so sweet'. It didn't happen often in the wrestling world from what she had seen. The same went for the likes of Amy and Stacy, too.
"Who was that guy?" Stacy asked, "He's…"
"He'll be the talk of the women's locker room for a while, I can already see it." Amy said, "He seems all right."
"He seems like the PERFECT gentleman. There has to be something wrong with him…" Stacy said, "It's not likely someone like that, who LOOKS like that, acts like that, is genuine."
"He's from Louisiana Stace," Christy said, "He's a southern boy. Do you not know how they act? He's the textbook definition of Southern Hospitality…"
"He's married." a voice said, and it was the voice of Adam Copeland, leaning in the doorframe of the locker room. "That's his fault, Stacy."
"Married!" Christy and Maria both exclaimed, as Adam nodded his head.
"Sad but true, ladies. I was at his wedding, he married a nice piece of work, too." Adam smirked a bit, "Callista Styles-Diaz. Whew… hot as HELL."
"I already hate her…" Christy grumbled, as Amy just chuckled.
"Stop acting as if he's the deity. He's just a cool guy…"
"That's where you're wrong, Amesy-poo. He's more than just a cool guy, he's the real deal, and he's macking with your girlfriend, no pun intended."
"Will you stop that shit?" Amy said crossly, "Just because Matt and I broke up doesn't mean I have anything going with anyone else. Let ALONE my best friend. I'm not you."
"Ouch, and the ref takes a point away…"
"Get out, alright? Nobody wants you here anyway, Adam…" Amy said, standing up from her seat. She walked to the back of the locker room, with Stacy standing up.
"Amy…"
Evidently, Amy was holding something against Adam. He didn't know how to react to it all most of the time. Adam just shook his head to her outburst, as he started down the hallway, heading back toward the Men's Locker Room. He was used to it by now. She had her days where they'd chat it up regularly, and then there were days - where she hated him. Around the arena, though, Trish and Mac were walking and just talking about the night. She was telling him exactly how it's supposed to look, and he smiled, nodding his head.
"I get that." Mac said, "They also want me to what? They want me to kiss you?"
"Will be you be able to hold back your gag reflex for five seconds?" she inquired with a smirk, as Mac looked taken aback.
"Oh, no…that's not what I meant!"
"Relax, I'm just kidding." she said, laughing a little. "You need to loosen up around the ladies, Mac. Really."
"Sorry," He said quietly, "I just have always been nervous around beautiful women."
"You think I'm beautiful? How sweet! It's okay." Trish said, putting her arm around Mac's shoulder. "Just follow my lead, okay? I've had my fair share of kissing on stage and on screen. It's nothing. I don't mind it."
"Hey, I may act like it, but I ain't a chump." Mac said with a chuckle. "Is there anything you want as far as this goes?"
"How about a little, tug of the hair?" She grinned at him, "I like that. You're going to have to kick back the southern bit for about five minutes tonight. You gotta be cocky, arrogant, and domineering. There's gotta look like there's something in it for you."
"Darlin'…" Mac smirked, "I'm the Real Deal, I can kick back any attitude to show these losers what it's like to step up."
"There you go."
"Don't worry about me, Trish. I know what I'm doin' in the ring." Mac said, "I'm not a rookie like OVW is infamous for. I've been in the business since I was eighteen. I'm twenty-five now."
"Seven years huh? Not a rookie at all." Trish said, "I'm sure you've got what it takes to make it in the WWE. For example, you being a bad boy? Just make the fans hate you and keep the people backstage loving you, you've got a great opportunity."
"I know, and I don't care what happens, it's an opportunity I'm not givin' up for anyone."
"That's the kind of attitude you've gotta have in this business…" Trish said, "I've seen people come and go because they didn't have it…"
"I do, believe that."
It was nearing 9 O'clock eastern standard time, and Mac was dressed for the night. He was in a pair of baggy light tan - almost white pants, a white Nike tee-shirt, with a pair of blue, yellow and white Nike sneakers. With a dog tag necklace around his neck, silver hoop earrings in his ears ( as he had both pierced ), a silver bracelet on his right wrist, and his wedding ring still on his left hand, Mac was fixing his hair up when Glen Jacobs walked into the room. Glen smirked at him.
"It's going to be hard to sell, a little guy like you taking me out."
Mac turned around quickly, and Glen held out his hand to him. Mac just smiled, nodding his head, as he shook Glen's hand. Mac was in fact, 'a little guy' compared to Glen. He was about six foot one, six foot two at best, and two hundred and thirty pounds. He had a fantastic physique, though, muscles - defined arms - defined everything.
"That's the good thing about sports entertainment, man. ANYTHING is possible."
"No kidding." Glen chuckled, "It'll be different working with someone new, but I think everything will be just cool."
"I'll do whatever it takes to sell the gimmick, son." Mac said, "Especially when we're in my second home town's shadow."
"Second?"
"Trenton, NJ is in the shadow of NYC, I half grew up there." Mac smiled, "But regardless of being close to home, I know it's a big night. I need to sell injuring you, and with any luck, it'll go off without a hitch right?"
"Right." Glen said, "When you go for the chair shots, don't be afraid of them. Just whack the hell out of me. I can handle it."
"If you're sure…"
"And when you go after Lita, be careful of her knee… she really does have a bad knee."
"I know." Mac said, "It's going to be the hardest part of tonight, selling that I'm an asshole toward women."
"I'm sure you can do it." Glen said, "Just keep in the back of your head you have to sell it, and you can. I always think to myself, it's a life or death situation. Sink or swim. It works."
"Thanks for the advice, man."
"Anytime. Now let's go get 'em."
Mac was confident in the task at hand. He knew if anyone could do it, it was him. Plus with what Glen had reminded him of? It just helped, a lot. He was met outside the locker room when he walked out with Glen, by Amy Dumas ala Lita, dressed in a pair of silver pants and a black top, crutch in hand. Trish was there, ready to 'Stratusfy', in a pair of tight blue jeans and an equally tight white off the shoulder top, and black shin high black boots. She looked great as usual. Glen was in his Kane gear, and the foursome seemed ready, willing, and able to go out there at 9:45 to 10:10, and sell their scene. Kane was going down to the Real Deal.