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 Five: In The 'Lou'
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His plane left New York at 5 P.M and he arrived at home in Baton Rouge, Louisiana at almost 10:30 P.M. When Mac Diaz arrived at the airport, sure enough - waiting there with her younger sister Katarina was Callista Styles-Diaz. She walked up to Mac and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly with a smile. Katarina smiled at Mac and gave him a hug as well, as she was the first to comment about his debut.

"Wow, you were awesome on RAW last night, Mac." Katarina said, "I'm kind of stunned."

"Haven't you paid attention to me all these years?" Mac asked, laughing a little as he put his arms around Callista. "That was just a taste of what I can do."

"He's not kidding." Callista said, "I can't wait to see your first match. Do you know when it is?"

"This coming Monday night in Albany. I face that Chris Masters kid."

"Ooh…he's hot…" Katarina commented, "like -- really hot…"

"I'm better." Mac smirked as Callista nodded her head enthusiastically to his comment.

"Nobody's better, Mac."

While he was honestly expecting to have Callista comment to his on-screen kiss with Trish Stratus, she never even mentioned it. That kind of worried Mac. One thing that Mac had learned about Callista was that she never talked about things that upset her. And he knew she was the jealous type. She hated most of his fans because they were women, and more specifically hated it when he worked with Alexis Laree in OVW. He could only imagine what was going through her head about Trish Stratus at that moment.

Maybe that was her intuition to get back into the industry? To kill his newest friend and coworker? Who knew with Calli…

He decided against thinking too much into it, and decided against caring too much. It was his job. He wasn't doing anything against the law, really. It was scripted, and it's not like he was springing wood over her on public television. Sure, Trish was a gorgeous woman, but she wasn't exactly 'his type'. He went for the rebellious beauties. Or the girl-next-door. Hence his love for Callista. Katarina, the fourteen year old younger sister of Callista, was too much for Mac to even fathom, so that kind of girl would be an over all turn off. No matter her age. The way she acted? Jesus Christ, someone get that girl a Ritalin tablet, eh?

Being home wasn't as bad as he was making it out to be. Sure, he'd have LOVED staying in New York for a week, but Louisiana and home with Callista was great. He had the opportunity to sleep in his own bed, to watch his own television, work out in his own gym… just, the little things you don't get on the road. That 'taste of home'. He was also looking forward to the Mardi Gras festivities that week he'd be going to. He already had his customized feather mask and costume to go down on Bourbon Street. He loved the holiday, which would explain why he had every costume and mask he had ever worn down in New Orleans, the Breaux, and of course - in Baton Rouge. Some called him obsessive. He didn't rightfully care.

That evening consisted of dinner outback on Mac's deck, of barbequed chicken breasts and steak with grilled potatoes and greens. Mac's favorite type of meal was something grilled, and with it being so warm in Baton Rouge, he was able to get out on the grilling block behind his house and have at it. It was his favorite thing to do next to actually eating. After dinner, Mac, Callista, and Katarina went to the movies, to see one of Mac's guilty pleasures. "Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith". He was a fanatic about it, and the fact he wanted to "bang Padmae into next week" was completely irrelevant. He may have been married, but he was STILL a man. Nothing could change that, for sure.

While he was in the theater though, he received a phone call from John Cena. He had shut off his phone to be respectful to others around him, as the theater itself was packed. Cena was a man he classified a damn good friend. He hadn't known John near as long as he knew Adam Copeland, but when he met Cena over in OVW, when John was making trips back to help train, Mac clicked with "The Doctor". They liked a lot of the same things, and got into playful fights over the New York Yankees (Mac's baseball team) and the Boston Red Sox (John's baseball team). They had an over all great friendship, and they had a lot in common. From music, to sports, to just casual conversation.

"Yo Mac Daddy, it's John. When you comin' up to New York? Randy and I are headin' up early with Drena. Shit got nuts with me, so they're trying to make me feel better. I'll call you back later, man. Peace."

Once Callista, Katarina, and Mac got into Mac's car, Mac pulled out his cell phone again. Driving down the road, Mac was trying to dial Cena's number, much to Callista's annoyance. She hated when he didn't keep his eyes on the road. She hated it even more when he insisted on talking on the phone when he was driving. That bothered her, and her irritability annoyed Mac. He hated the fact that she got so, bitchy, about his driving. He was careful!

"My friend is havin' a crisis, can't I get a moment's rest? Jesus Christ," Mac said, as he put the phone to his ear. It wasn't John that answered though, but he knew the voice. How could he not? "Yo, Orton, that you?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Hey, it's Mac… is JC there?"

"Hey, player!" Randy said, "What's up? You know John?"

"Yeah, man. He just called me a couple hours ago, though… what's goin' on? I was in the movies so I couldn't answer…"

"Well, I'll let him tell you when he gets back. What movie did you see?"

"Star Wars." Mac chuckled a little, "I love those damned movies, dawg."

"Mac, be careful…" Callista warned as he took a curve, and Mac rolled his eyes.

"Gotcha, mother."

"Who was that?" Randy asked with a laugh, "Someone pestering ya, Mac?"

"Yeah, my wife. That was Calli. Tellin' me how to drive."

"I was not!" Callista protested, as Randy just chuckled to himself.

"You're a lucky man, Mac…"

"Shut it up, dude. So… um… where's John?"

"He just hit the liquor store. He's not a drinker, but he really needs something. We're having Appletinis and shots. It's too bad you're not here."

"Why's he drinking? Come on, you gotta tell me what's up…"

"He was dating some chick, and she just crushed him…" Randy said, "I'll let him tell you more later though. I don't want to get too into it, you know?"

"I hear ya…"

"Do you want me to have him call you?"

"Definitely. I don't care what time it is, just tell him to call away. I'll be up…"

"All right, well, we still on for the clubs this weekend?"

"Hells yeah, brother. We're on."

"Great, well I'll see you then or sooner -- I'll have JC call you."

"Great deal, talk to you later."

So, Mac's plans on hitting the city had been bumped up. He was going to head back on Wednesday opposed to Friday. After informing Callista that they left for New York the next night, she was a little cynical, but pushed on her best front. She assumed it had to do with Trish, but little did she know it was about one of his good friends, Cena. He wanted to be there as much as he could, because he knew what it was like to have a girl, be broken hearted, and then do something stupid.

When he was nineteen, he got involved with a girl named Casey Waters. She was an EWA diva. Before he dated Callista, he had been involved with Casey, and became very close to her. She started sleeping around behind his back, until he caught her in the men's locker room with a man who'll go nameless. He was an EWA superstar at the time, though -- that's all that can be said. Mac went on such a bender that he crashed his car into a bridge. He walked away with minor injuries, but his car was totaled. Somebody was watching out for him that night - there's no denying. He could have ended up dead over that girl, thank the good lord for miracles, though.

He didn't want Cena to do the same thing. To do something stupid and risk his life. Randy was twenty-five, too, but he obviously wasn't the best player in the game as far as that situation went he'd wager. After all, he had a gorgeous girlfriend named Drena. Little did Mac know, Drena and Randy were engaged. They had gotten engaged at John Cena's movie party thrown by his friends, before he went to Australia to film his movie "The Marine". For that movie is where he met his then girlfriend, Ariana Mientkiewicz. Apparently, the same girl who broke his heart. Mac was still new, so he wasn't sure what was up. He'd have to wait to hear it from John.

His phone rang around eleven that night. He was laying on the couch watching a tape that Callista had made for him of that past week's iMPACT! for TNA, that he couldn't see because he was in Trenton. He was in the middle of watching the Chris Sabin Verses Christopher Daniels match when he picked up his telephone. He had almost fallen asleep, but that kept him awake.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mac?"

"Yeah?"

"It's John."

Mac sat up on the couch to keep himself up. He wanted to be there for John and not dose off on him while he was telling him what happened. That would have been downright rude and uncool of him. He asked John what happened, what was up, and John sounded absolutely miserable. He was hurting, bad. Mac knew the feeling, and the sound of the voice. He sighed a little.

"Man… what happened?"

"She fucked me over…" he sounded on the verge of breaking down, but it was also borderline pissed off. "I shouldn't have EVER fucking trusted her!"

"John, easy does it. What happened? Tell me and maybe I can help…"

"I made the biggest mistake you see, dating someone I met through auditions for my movie." he sounded pissed, with himself. "I wanted to get to know her, I knew on the way to Australia in October, she had JUST broken up with her boyfriend, and I decided to say fuck it…"

"And…?"

"She went back to him! After EVERYTHING we had, everything we did, she fucking went back to his ass!"

"I'm really sorry, John…"

"GOD damn that little whore…" John sounded frustrated. Mac heard Randy in the background, telling John to calm down, and Mac was verbally trying to be there for him.

"She's not worth you getting upset, brother. There's tons of other girls out there who'd KILL to be with you…"

"I fucking loved her…" He sounded like he had finally broke. "I gave her everything I had, everything I was, I can't believe the nerve of that little bitch…"

"She wasn't worth it, John…" Randy said, "To hell with her."

"He's right, John. You can't let this take you man, you're above that."

"The bad thing was," John continued "I should have known. I should have! She went back to Minnesota after we came back from the movie thing, you know? She came back and was RIGHT. WITH HIM. I didn't think anything of it! Her brother is friends with him, you know! BUT little did I know she didn't just go back to him, but back to his fucking bed! GOD damn it! How could I be so fucking stupid?"

"Everyone makes mistakes, John. You can NOT beat yourself up over this." Mac said coolly, level headedly. "Can I ask her name…?"

"Ariana… her brother's a baseball player, now plays for the Mets. He spent half a year here in Boston, a couple years out in Minnesota, and now he plays for the Mets. Doug… Doug Mientkiewicz…"

"I know who he is." Mac said, "He's an awesome first baseman, my boy Jared has like, the BIGGEST man crush on Doug. Doug and," Mac shuddered, "Mike Piazza…"

"Doug's cool as shit… I met him and we hung out…" John said softly, "I met her ex, well, WHATEVER he is… Justin." John huffed, "Little faggot…"

"She was only nineteen, JC… nineteen year olds like her are immature…" Randy said, as Mac cringed.

"You dated a nineteen year old? And now you're stressin'? Man…" Mac shook his head, standing up from the couch where he sat. "He's right, though. The sister of a famous ball player? So young, the fame goes straight to the head. True that…"

"I'm never making that mistake again, oh no…" John said, "I should have KNOWN better… that little retard of hers is only twenty-three, so I guess they're fucking meant for each other…"

"Hey, you can't say all women are bad because of her. I married Calli when she was like, nineteen… not all are gutter tramps, I swear…"

"I know…" John sighed, "I feel stupid, though."

"Don't. I swear, it'll get easier as you move on from this. I promise. I've been there." Mac said honestly, as John seemed inquired to ask.

"You have?"

"Yeah…"

Mac went on to tell John of his experience with Casey Waters. Nobody knew for the most part about why Mac was sidelined from wrestling for six weeks because of injuries and a cracked sternum. John knew now, though. Cena was quiet as Mac told him his story, and John seemed a little taken aback.

"You nearly-"

"I nearly died because I was stupid, and didn't want to live without her… didn't think I could, man." Mac stated, as he let out a sigh. "I don't want to see you end up with an issue like that, John. You've got a shit load going for you. Talent, charisma, people who love ya, your friends, family, hell - you got looks too… with me, I let it get the best of me, and if that bridge would have collapsed, or I would have driven just a little to left center, I'd be dead… over a girl."

"I wouldn't have ever guessed…"

"You would never know to look at me, would ya?" Mac questioned, "That someone like me, could try to kill myself over a broad…"

"No… honestly, I would have never assumed…"

"John, just trust me, bro. No woman is worth it. And if there was a woman worth it, you'd never have to experience a feelin' like that…"

"You might be right, Mac…"

"I hate to sound like a narcissistic prick, but I am - John. Just trust me…"

"Yeah… I feel what you're sayin', man…" John said quietly, before taking a deep breath in. "I get that totally." the conversation, switched momentarily. "So when you comin' to the city, man?"

"I'll be up there tomorrow night. I made arrangements after hearin' your voice mail, and after talking to Randy earlier."

"You're coming up here for that?"

"I'd do it for any of my friends, John." Mac said surely, "I wanna be there for ya, because I know what you're up against."

"That- I… thanks… Mac…"

"You know it's 'cuz you're my boy, John. Don't thank me. What are friends for, my man?"

"You're right…I appreciate it…"

"Anytime, dawg. So why don't you try to get some sleep and I'll talk to ya tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I really should… tonight was tough."

"I can imagine. Smackdown! taping and dealing with a tramp? You must be bushed, bro."

"Yeah." John chuckled to himself a little, "Yeah, I am."

"Laugh, John. It's the best meds. I'll see you tomorrow, a'right?"

"All right, Mac. And seriously, thanks…"

"Equally obliged, John. I'm just glad I could keep ya grounded, share a story, and prove to you there's more to life than some bitch who's willing to throw away your relationship for her boy toy. Not worth the hassle, the tears, or the stress."

"Agreed. I'll see ya tomorrow."

"Definitely, man. You want to meet me at JFK? You, Randy, and Drena can come chill at my crib until we go up to Albany."

"Hells yeah, that would be cool."

"Good deal, I'll see ya tomorrow night."

Mac hung up the telephone, and proceeded to crash on the couch. He didn't seem to care that he had a flight to catch the next evening. He'd only be able to catch one or two of the Mardi Gras festivals happening right in Baton Rouge, opposed to his South Louisiana bender he was going to go on. He didn't care though, he just wanted to have the opportunity to bust out his newest costume in his long line of many. He was more concerned with getting back to New York, on a four hour non-stop first class flight with Callista.

While he wasn't bothered with missing the festivities, he knew he'd have some of his own in the good ol' north. New York City with his friend Cena, newest acquaintance Orton, and the beautiful Drena? It was going to be hype with a capital "H". With any luck, there'd be a few more amigos along for the fiesta at Casa Diaz tomorrow night. Oh, how sweet that would be.

He was starting to love the idea of being in the WWE.

A/N: Here we go, now we're starting to get into things. Hope you enjoy it so far! -M.S