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 Four: Post Show Shenanigans
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After the show, Mac was sitting backstage with Trish Stratigias, packing up his bag. The pair were laughing as Trish had commented about how she didn't mind him calling her his bitch. The thought of what he said to Chris and Adam came back to him, making him a lot more receptive to her comment.
I'll have Trish Stratus wrapped around my finger; if I'm lyin', I'm dyin', man.
Apparently, he already had Trish thinking he was cool enough to spend time with after the show! He was half there out of character, fully there IN character. Trish was single, beautiful, and an amazing athlete with a great paycheck -- she wasn't intentionally after Mac, but she thought of him as someone she could fully get on with and have a great friend-to-friend relationship with.
Amy walked around the corner with Drena Murrieta ("Angel" in the ring) and Randy - RAW's off-screen "it" couple, so it was said, and they were all talking. Trish stood up from her seat as she saw Amy, Drena and Randy walk past the door, and she whistled. Amy turned around, and Trish smiled at her.
"Hey sweetheart, come on in here a minute."
"Man, people are going to think there's something going on between us, Trish!" Randy said, shaking his head. "I told you only to text message me, not whistle at me when the Misses is here…"
"I was talking to Amy!" Trish said with a chuckle, "You can come too playboy, if you want. Drena's already invited. Just because she's her. Not because she's with you. This isn't some cheesy nightclub."
"But I kind of like that," Drena admitted with a smile. "Getting in somewhere just because my baby is Randy Keith Orton…"
"Gross…" Amy said with a smirk. "What's up, though - Trish?"
Amy, Drena, and Randy started into the locker room Trish was in, and they saw Mac Diaz, dressed to leave, in a baggy white 'Ask Me About My Fandangler' tee-shirt, a white hat, a loose fitting gray zip-up hoodie and a pair of baggy blue jeans with a pair of white G-Unit sneakers.
"Hey, Mac." Amy said with a smile, "Didn't expect to see you hanging out."
"Oh, hey Amy." Mac replied, "Yeah, just hangin' out a bit before I head up to New York t'night."
"New York? You going to par-tay, my man?" Randy asked, as Mac just smiled.
"Nah, goin' to spend the night with my parents before I head on home to Baton Rouge t'marra mornin' or so. Wish I could say it was to party."
"Aww, you a homer - Mac?" Trish asked, as Mac took his hat off a minute, nodding his head.
"That I am. I'm still a mama's boy, and proud to admit that. I kinda also want to see my kid sister and brother before I head on back to the rouge."
"That is sweet." Drena said with a smile.
"By the way, Drena, Randy… this is Mac Diaz. Mac, this is Drena Murrieta, better known as 'Angel' and Randy Orton." Trish introduced them, "You already know Amy."
"Not the way I'd rather get acquainted though," Mac said as he smiled to Amy, she smiled back, and extended his hand to Randy. "Nice to meet you, and you, miss Drena." Mac shook Drena's hand, and kissed the top of it. Drena giggled a little.
"Gracias. It is nice to meet you too. Is 'Mac' your real name?"
"No ma'am. Mackenzie is."
"May I call you that? I like that name."
"Sure , if you want to. You're more than welcome."
"Jesus, I bet he looks twice as good as I do right now," Randy muttered, as he just chuckled, and shook Mac's hand. "Nice to meet you too, man. I saw your work earlier, you really have a good presence not only on camera but in front of the crowds. You were working 'em."
"Thanks," Mac started "I'm not exactly a draftee in this whole thing though. So it was just a warm up to the people."
"How long have you been in the business?" Drena asked as Mac just shrugged his shoulders.
"Seven years or so."
"And you're how old?" Randy asked, "You don't even look much older than twenty! No offense or anything."
"None taken." Mac said, laughing quietly. "I'm twenty-five. I started when I was eighteen, pretty much the minute I turned eight. Had the offer since I was seventeen though."
"Damn… I wish I had that help, man. I just turned twenty-five, too."
"A nice gal by the name of Faith hooked me up. It was good times. I had some fun times with my best friend at the time, and then just went through the motions to get here."
"Awesome." Amy said with a nod, "That's a pretty honest way of getting to the top. At least you didn't have to sleep to the top, right Trish?" She cast a wink at Trish, and Trish just laughed a bit as Amy smiled.
"Right, Ames…"
"HEY Pimp!" a voice echoed through the room, as Adam stood at the doorway in a pair of black leather pants and a black silk button up shirt. "You ready to go out and rock it!"
"Hey, AC…" Mac said, standing up slowly. "I can't party tonight, I thought I told ya that earlier?"
"No, I'm just learning this. And I said it earlier, HOW long has it been since you called me that!"
"Long time, brother."
There was a little tension between Adam and Amy, as was earlier, and Mac picked up on it almost instantaneously. He escorted Adam out of the room with a quick 'excuse me' to his company, and closed the door a bit to prevent Adam and his conversation from being heard too well.
"What's up, man? Why we coming out here?"
"So you can't pull an asshole in front of a few good ladies."
"There's only two good ladies in there to my knowledge."
"Watch your mouth, son." Mac said, "I don't know what's up with you and Amy specifically, but shut it up man, especially when I'm around. I don't need to get involved in any of your Jerry Springer shit."
"Hey, like I told you earlier - blame my soon-"
"Your soon-to-be ex-wife you're so proud of, I get it." Mac said, "Look man, tonight… I'm headin' up to the city, visitin' my parents and my brother and sister, then heading home to my wife. A'right? No partyin' for me week one. That shit is whacked."
"I see you're still reticent." Adam said, "It's cool. When you hit the city, tell Jared I said hi… I've seen him around on a couple skate vids and thought it'd be cool to let him know some congrats are in order."
"Will do… I'm goin' to stop by his crib in the mornin' before I leave to say hi myself."
"Good deal. Then I'll see you next week in Albany?"
"Yeah, I'll be up here on Friday -- goin' to bring Calli up to the 'rents house."
"Sounds good." He held out his knuckle, "No hard feelings right man?"
"None." Mac knocked his knuckle against Adam's. "I'll check you Friday, alright?"
"Definitely."
"We'll do some partyin' this weekend, true that."
Mac and Adam separated, and Copeland headed down the hallway. Mac re-entered the locker room, apologizing for the interruption. Drena and Randy immediately knew what kind of guy he was, a very polite one. Drena thought it was refreshing, and really nice. She liked it almost as much as she liked being on the arm of Randy.
"It's alright, Mac. Nobody here is holding it against you, except for Amy maybe." Trish said in a joking tone, as Amy shook her head.
"No, it's fine - he's got more friends here than I do right now."
"That's not true, Amy." Mac said, "I think you're swell… I'm sure I'm not the only one."
"Thanks, Mac."
"I'm serious. I only have one long term friend here, and oddly enough it's a man you seem to think is a bitch. I respect. With that, I just met Chris Irvine - he thinks I'm cool… Christy and Maria-"
"Think you're God." Amy stated matter-of-factly, as Randy gasped.
"What!"
"You've been replaced by the Copper toned Kane Killer, L.K." Amy smirked at Randy who just looked mortified by the thought.
"And well, ya'll are cool." Mac said, "Trish and I HAVE to be friends with this storyline. Glen, we're workin' together so we understand each other, you and me… we're square, right?"
"Right."
"I think you are, swell… too." Drena was a little nervous about the choice of words, not really being familiar with the 'term' being Panamanian. Mac smiled.
"That's a good thing. Thank ya, darlin'."
"I think you're an asshole for taking over my position in the diva's locker room, BUT… I'll live. You're all right, man." Randy said, as Mac smirked a bit.
"There, see? It's not too hard gettin' 'long back here." he glanced at his watch, "But if I'm gonna get to my parents before three AM, so they don't kill my ass for walkin' in unannounced? I'd better haul it down the pike."
"Overheard you with Copeland, you partyin' this weekend in the city?" Randy inquired, as Mac nodded his head.
"Yeah, might as well."
"Wanna hit the 40-40 with a couple of the guys and myself? Adam can come, naturally. I can get you in."
"No need, bro. I got Sean Carter on speed dial." Mac laughed, "Me and the hove go back a couple years to where I was living in the city. We met there, and clicked. You get it?"
"Bitch!" Randy exclaimed, shaking his head. "I can't hang out with you… ever!"
"You're just mad because he's already better than you." Amy commented, as Mac smiled a bit, picking up his bag.
"It was nice meetin' ya'll… but I really gotta skit-scat. I'll see ya'll Friday-ish."
"See ya, Mac. Take care of yourself." Trish said, as Amy nodded her head with a smile.
"Talk to you Friday."
"Adios, Mackenzie."
"Later, man. See you Friday night."
Mac left the locker room and headed out to his Mitsubishi Eclipse, "Just A Little Bit" by 50 Cent echoing out from the speakers as he was heading out of the parking lot. He was spotted by a few fans who immediately started toward the car -- and Mac slowed down. He didn't bother turning down the stereo as a couple fans were standing by his window. He rolled it down fully, looking up at them.
"Hey dawgs, what's up?"
"Mac, damn dude! - It's about TIME to see you rockin' on RAW!" one of the guys said, his tone energized. "I was expecting you to get the call up FIVE years ago, brah!"
"Gotta take the opportunity as it comes, brah." he said, as he took the photo the fan wanted him to sign. It was Mac going for a shooting star press frog splash in EWA - against then EWA Masters Champion (equivalent to the Intercontinental title of the WWE) Julian Reid. "Man, this is OLD school!" Mac exclaimed, shaking his head. "Wow, that's awesome shit."
"I've been a fan SINCE that night, man! When you hit that shit on Julian, I was taken! I was a long haul fan of The Marvel too, that whole EWA V'ing the Alliance 2? You rocked my opinion!"
"Sweet," Mac signed the photo 'The Real Deal was here - Holla! - Mac Diaz' and handed it back to the fan. "What's your name?"
"Jimmy Hartford."
"Nice to meet you, it's always cool to meet the long-timers. Thanks for remindin' me I'm not in so new territory."
"Anytime, man! You're the shit!"
Mac signed a couple of autographs for people who were newly 'turned on' to the way the Real Deal operated, and then he was off. He headed up from Trenton to New York City, Manhattan - where his parents had lived since he was fifteen years old. They had adapted and LOVED life in the city, so they stayed. His father's industry was still flourishing, even though his father was on the verge of retirement. Early retirement, that is.
Eighteen year olds' Rinoa and Mat were still up when Mac strolled up to his parents' house in Manhattan at almost 1:30 A.M. Mac opened the back of his car and picked up his bag -- before heading up the steps to the house. He noted stares suspiciously, as he knew he was being watched. Little did he know at that time, by Rinoa and Mat. They quickly ran into the foyer to meet him for when he'd walk in. As he finally did walk in, he was jumped by Rinoa, his younger sister hugging him tightly as Mat just awaited their typical 'secret handshake'.
"What in the fuck are you two doin' up?" Mac asked, "It's almost 2 in the mornin'. Don't ya'll have school!"
"I'm not going." Mat said, "I have a website to update."
"Mom said we didn't have to go. In the Diaz family, it's a special occasion. Hello? Our BIG BROTHER just debuted on RAW. That's a big deal!"
"It's the Real Deal." Mat commented with an eyebrow wiggle. "If ya feel me."
"Yeah, I feel ya." Mac said with a chuckle. "How ya'll doin' in school though? Straight A's right?"
"Technically." Rinoa said, "Except for P.E…"
"How can you FLUNK P.E!" Mac and Mat said together, as Rinoa blinked.
"My teacher is a dyke, alright? She's docked my grade because I called her a dog faced skank in front of my class, Coach Cameron's and Misses Graffito's class. "I have a B, spare me. It's not like I'm FLUNKING P.E; as you dorks put it."
"We're dorks now." Mat said, looking at Mac. "Do you hear that, Mac Jo? We're dorks."
"I've always been the cool one…"
"Ugh… will you guys just chill?" Rinoa rolled her eyes, "You are the cool one, Mackenzie. Mathew's an idiot."
"And your twin, no less." Mac commented, as Rinoa shrugged.
"It's not inheritance, it's adaptation. Thank god."
"Hey! I could take offense to that!"
"Why don't you?" Rinoa asked, yawning slightly. "I'm going to hit bed though, Mat was making me stay up to see you. It was worth it." She hugged Mac, "It's good to see you. You going to be coming around more?"
"Definitely, 'Noa. Promise."
"Great." She smiled a little, and kissed his cheek. "Night, Mac."
"Night baby girl."
Rinoa went upstairs to bed as Mat remained with Mac. He had suggested they go up to Mat's bedroom, and 'update the website'. Mat was utterly obsessed with "TheRealDealdotcom", but then again, he had every right to be. The Real Deal was his big brother! They went upstairs, and Mac pulled out the laptop from his bag, hooking it up to the house's network of internet. The two of them sat there for the next couple of hours, and Trick Matty's update went like this:
Date: May 16th - The Real Debut!
As you RAW fans finally have seen, the Real Deal is all about making an impact! Last night on WWE RAW, "The Real Deal" Mac Diaz made his big, LONG AWAITED for all of us long timers, debut against the likes of the monstrous KANE. Not only did the deal put it down against Kane, "Mac Attacked" Lita, BUT gained control of RAW's most vivaciously delicious vixen Trish Stratus! Click here for screen caps! Click here for Mac's commentary!
Mac was still pumped up after the night, so he figured he'd do his blog update while he was thinking about it. He never had the opportunity to write about something SO massive as appearing on RAW and effecting a huge storyline. But he was definitely by no means complaining. His blog for the Tuesday after his debut went like this:
Attention Real Deal'ers!
What up what up! Mac here one more time for another in your face bloggy saying THANKS for all ya'll who holla'ed at your boy tonight in the Trent! Also a quick shout it out to my boy Jimmy Hartford, rockin' the old school pictorials! Much love to ya man for sticking by the Real Deal ALL these years. You're the shit, my man.
Now for some commentary, bare with me - as I'm still incredibly WIRED after that show. It was hype. It was beyond hype for me! I didn't think it was physically possible to feel so much energy in one arena, but the NJ was off the hook tonight. Totally off the chain! The debut was awesome, Kane is a really awesome dude -- and I'm fortunate to be working with him. Lita is the coolest gal you'll ever meet, while hitting her with the "Mac Attack" wasn't my favorite thing of the night! Kissing Trish Stratus was! Haha, for real though -- what man alive wouldn't want to pucker up with that woman! She has the most awesome body - amazing lips - and phenomenal hips. LORD. I was in H-E-A-V-E-N. On a…business level, of course ;-)
Next week on RAW, words has it I have my first real match. Facin' the likes of Chris Masters. They really want me to get my kicks in! Keep your eyes peeled for me in Albany, New York when I rock the Pepsi Center like only the Real Deal can.
More personally, this week I'll be hanging down in Orleans, Breaux, and Rouge for some Mardi Gras festivities ; while Friday I'll be reppin' in NYC for some 40-40 nights. If ya'll see me, don't be afraid to holla at me!
If ya'll thought Monday night was memorable though, just wait until I get warmed up. You ain't seen NOTHIN' yet. If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'. Peace.
One Love;
The Mac Attack
Mac went to bed not long after that. He knew he had to do something when it came to getting up 'ungodly early' and getting to Jared's, then to the airport before his plane left him in New York. It wouldn't have been a bad thing, but it wouldn't have been good for the wife waiting at home for him. He knew that was the bad part of being married and being in this business, having someone to answer to at home. If he wasn't married, damn, he could have spent the entire WEEK in New York - but there were sacrifices you made for your job, and then the sacrifices you made for your family life.
He was up at 8, and out the door at 10. He had breakfast with his family, and saw Rinoa and Mat off to the school day they swore they weren't going for. They went in two hours late, just because they could. He headed over to his friend Jared Hall's apartment on West 43rd Street, getting there around 11 that same morning. Jared seemed surprised to see Mac, but they went out for lunch and hung out like 'old times' for an hour or two before Mac had to catch his plane at 3 to go home.