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 Three: RAW coverage
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RAW was on the air at 9 O'clock, and they went through matches like tag team titles, La Resistance verses Rosey and The Hurricane, the super duo retaining their titles. Stacy Keibler came out to promote her "Stuff Magazine" appearance, Simon Dean and Maven came out against Viscera to promote the "Simon System", which only ended with the two getting squashed by Big Vis. Commercials came and went, and at just past 9:45 P.M in Trenton, pyros shot off the stage and "Slow Chemical" played through the arena.
From the backstage area walked Kane, with his wife Lita. It was about time Kane spoke up against the on-going 'bitch spree' Trish Stratus was trying to accomplish against Lita and Kane. He was obviously tired of Stratus's games! He held the rope for Lita to get into the ring, and grabbed the microphone from Lilian Garcia, staring her down as she exited the ring. Lita stood right next to Kane, smirking to herself as Kane was breathing heavily, angrily, into the microphone.
Kane: "Trish…" the crown immediately booed with the diva's mention, and Kane laughed coldly. "TRISH…devious…pathetic…Trish…" he was pacing the ring to keep his over-all composure in order, as Lita was giving her husband words of encouragement. "You never cease to amaze me!" he laughed to himself, "NEVER cease to amaze me of how PITIABLE YOU ARE! Did you REALLY think you could find someone to take me out? I'm A MONSTER, TRISH! A MON.STER!" he was still breathing heavily, as Lita was rubbing his shoulder, nodding her head a little bit, verbally coaching him. "You see, TRISH, you can't stop me… you can't stop Lita… so what's next on your agenda? Give up, Trish! Your days are OVER… o…v…e…r… because the next time you try to come after myself with your array of disgraceful hired hands, or come after Lita, I…will…end…your…LIFE, Barbie Doll!"
Lita: "And when he says end your life, he doesn't mean he's going to do it nice and easy, either…" she spoke into Kane's microphone. "I'll personally help him rip you apart limb, from limb. Tear by tear. Inch, by inch. You're nothing more than a lost cause, Trish. Haven't you realized it yet? You've been trying to get me out of this business for years, you've been trying to best me for years, but you need other people to do your work for you. It's almost typical." she finally grabbed Kane's microphone, and held it up on her own. "But you see, while it no longer surprises me, one thing that does is honestly the level you're willing to sink to get the job done. While I admit, it takes guts, you obviously don't have the brain capacity to think things through. You think everything is so easy, don't you? Unfortunately, Trish -- the situation isn't as easy as YOU are…"
But the 'happy couple' was interrupted by something out of the blue, and out of the ordinary. Something NOBODY was familiar with. The crowd looked around as the music began, the lights strobed, and everything was happening fairly quickly. Nobody knew how to react, especially when:
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I'm Going STRAIGHT To Hell
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"Amerikan Beauty" by Hed(PE) hit on the PA, and nobody knew what to expect. From the crowd, a platinum blonde ran in, dressed regularly 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. He jumped the barrier, and grabbed something from ringside. A chair. He slipped into the ring behind Kane and Lita, and the next thing you see, is the Big Red Machine hit the mat with a sick thud!
Jerry Lawler: "Holy crap! Who in the HELL in their right or WRONG mind would jump KANE of all people from behind!"
Jim Ross: "I have no idea King, I don't know what's going on right here!"
The blonde shoved Lita out of his way, knocking the injured diva to the mat, he went right back after Kane. He moved Kane's leg, and placed it within the folding of the chair, before SLAMMING all of his weight, approximately two hundred twenty, two hundred thirty pounds right down onto the massive trunk of Kane. Kane yeowled in pain as he went to grab his leg, but the blonde assailant was relentless!
Jerry Lawler: "Isn't there a way we can find out who this kid is!"
Jim Ross: "I'm not sure King, but I'm sure we'll know soon enough!"
Jerry Lawler: "We'd better! He's CRAZY!"
Jim Ross: "He's definitely out there goin' after Kane like this!"
Kane was busted up in the knee area, but as he was reaching for his leg, the blonde drop kicked Kane right in the face, causing Kane's nose area to pour crimson. It looked like Kane's nose was BUSTED! That's when the blonde took the chair back, and nailed Kane right in the head, causing Kane to collapse into a bloody, unconscious heap. That's when Lita jumped onto his back, trying to salvage SOMETHING for her husband Kane. The only thing she received, was a move so sick - so incredible - that nobody knew how to react to this young, anonymous man. He nailed her with a move that started with a delayed vertical suplex hold, and them landed with an STO.
The man stood up over his carnage, as Kane and Lita were both out cold - when all of a sudden…
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Don't you wish your girlfriend was HOT like me…
Don't you wish your girlfriend was a FREAK like me…
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"Dontcha" by the Pussycat Dolls and Busta Rhymes hit on the PA, and from the backstage area sauntered a very satisfied looking Trish Stratus. She was dressed in a pair of skin tight blue jeans with black leather boots that went to her shin, and a tight off the shoulder top, clapping her hands together. The vixen looked extremely pleased with what she was seeing! And what was amazing was a man the size of the blonde, how he could take a man like Kane and have him so beat up - in ANY amount of time. But the short few minutes he had taken Kane by surprise, he completely battered him! The man started toward where Trish stood at the top of the ramp, and he grabbed ahold of Trish by the hair, smirking at her as he jerked her head to the side, and placed a passionate kiss on the feisty blonde's lips.
Jerry Lawler: "Holy CRAP, JR!"
Jim Ross: "Evidently, this is a man who's in close cohorts with Trish Stratus, that little jezebel. There's no denyin' that one, King!"
Jerry Lawler: "Way to state the obvious, JR! A blind man could see THAT one!"
Trish got a microphone from the backstage crew, and as she cleared her throat a little, she was cut off by the man grabbing the microphone from her. Apparently, SHE wasn't the one calling all of these shots. This man had something over her, or HE was the one behind the operations. The brains, if you will.
Man: "So Kane's unstoppable, huh?" the man questioned, his smirk still in tact. "Nah, ya see, I seem to think otherwise. Judging by how he's bleeding like a son of a bitch, broken down, and the bride of Frankenstein is a bit bruised both egotistically AND physically, it's about time to let ya'll know who you're dealin' with. People call me The Real Deal, but for starts, I'm Mac Diaz. I think it's kinda funny that you people cheer Kane. Why! Are you AFRAID of him! I'M NOT. I don't fear anybody, any thing…so I decided to take out the biggest dog in RAW's yard that you people fear so much. There's nothin' scary about a big red retard bleeding profusely from any element of his body. Especially that schnoz of his. But it was about time that red-headed bitch got what was comin' to her as well. Now Lita doesn't have to worry about the limp as much as she's gonna have to worry about a chiropractor bill… she felt the Mac Attack, and no bitch steps up after that."
"Amerikan Beauty" hit on the PA again as the crowd was booing massively at Mac and Trish. They went to a much needed commercial afterward, and then came back with a "before the break" segment. The talk was still Mac and Trish, even into Trish's Women's Title defense -- against Victoria. Who accompanied the Women's Champion? Why, none other than Mac Diaz, of course.
The match wasn't terribly long, nor was it terribly invasive, but Trish Stratus walked away with title in hand after Mac distracted Victoria enough for Trish to hit the Stratusfaction Bulldog. Trish was awarded the title win, and asked for a microphone after the match. Mac came into the ring, and Trish put her arms around Mac as he held the microphone for her.
Trish Stratus: "You see, ladies… this is what you all need. Like my ex Christian has himself a problem solver, I have myself a problem ELIMINATOR. His name as you're so well aware of now, is The Real Deal - Mac Diaz. To me, he's just my piece of eye candy who'll do anything for me. Isn't that right, Mac?"
Mac Diaz: "Half right."
Trish Stratus: "Only half?"
Mac Diaz: "You see, bitch… you do what I say. It's how that works. I'm the king of this organization of ours, ya see."
Trish Stratus: "Of course you are, baby."
Mac Diaz: "So we'll be saying you just have a man who knows how to put it down. Not that you have yourself a problem eliminator…"
Trish Stratus: "Got it, baby."
Mac Diaz: "That's better, now let's get the hell outta here. We got some, post-match celebration over bubbly and a jacuzzi to get to, if ya feel me…"
Trish Stratus: "I'll feel anything you want…"
Trish and Mac started backstage as Diaz was all smirks, but Jerry Lawler, was suffering from a bit of penis envy, if you will, over the newcomer "The Real Deal". But was that anything out of the ordinary from a man who married and divorced someone like Stacy "The Kat" Carter?
Jerry Lawler: "For five minutes tonight, JR, I wish my name was Mac Diaz!"
Jim Ross: "But even if your name was, you wouldn't be walking away with miss jezebel Stratus! That woman is despicable, King! Always looking for ways to stir up trouble…"
Jerry Lawler: "That's the best part about her! Besides the T and A! Oh, and those lips!"
Jim Ross: "We get it, King…"
RAW that night closed out with Dave Batista, the World Champion, going one-on-one with Randy Orton. Orton pinned the champion in a non-title contest, and made it a point that HE was the new number one contender after he managed to pin the red-hot champion. In Orton's corner was his girlfriend - WWE RAW diva Angel, who often was referred to as "RKO's Destiny". At 11:07 P.M on the east coast, RAW went off the air from Trenton, with the memory of RAW's newest acquisition, the Real Deal, still fresh in their memories.