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 Six: The City So Nice…
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…It Had To Be Named Twice.

New York City had it's perks. Mac's biggest, was the array of places to go to, or to eat at, AFTER hours. He was big into food, and good cuisine - even if it wasn't the best for you. New York City had the biggest array of everything - from places to party, places to just hang out, and places to gobble down.

Every single time Mac came to the city, he hit one of the hundreds of pizzerias and the best of Asian cookery. Of course, he made it a point to catch up with his 'compadres' no matter the cost. This particular time, he was catching up with Drena, Randy, and John. He had his own apartment in The Bronx, which was convenient for his times at Yankee Stadium. His favorite place in all of New York State.

He and Callista arrived at JFK Airport at 9 on Wednesday Night. John Cena, Randy Orton, and Drena Murrieta were ther waiting when Mac and Callista got off their flight and came through the terminal. Mac exchanged handshakes with the guys, and gave Drena a big hug out of the box.

"Hola, Mackenzie." Drena said with a smile, as she kissed his cheeks lightly. A very typical greeting where she was from. "How are you?"

"I'm doin' pretty good, darlin'. You look good."

"Gracias…" Drena said with a shy smile.

"De Nada." Mac replied with a smile, as he pulled Callista closer to him. Callista just gritted her teeth to keep herself from commenting about the affection between Mac and Drena. As HARMLESS as it was, as stated previously, Callista -- was the jealous type. Bad. "Ya'll, this is my wife Callista. Callista, this is John, Randy, and Randy's girlfriend Drena."

"Fiancée, Drena." Randy said with a smirk, as Mac gestured toward Randy.

"Fiancée, as the man says."

"It is nice to meet you," Drena said to Callista as she extended her hand. "Your husband is a very nice man."

"Yeah, he is." Callista said, shaking Drena's hand warily as she forced a smile. "He's the best thing that ever happened to me…"

"She's got that all backwards." Mac said surely, "She knows she's the best thing that every happened to me. She just likes takin' all the credit." he smiled, as John chuckled to himself.

"Mac, it's almost sickening…"

"Well, at least you're laughin'." Mac said with a smile, "That's progress from last night, brah."

"You're definitely right there." Randy said, "I've never seen John break down, until last night…"

"It was a rare moment, all right? No big deal…" John said, as Mac nodded his head.

"It was a moment not to be repeated, brother. So what do you say we head back to Casa Diaz and have some dinner?"

"They're coming over?" Callista inquired, feeling a little slighted that Mac hadn't informed her of his plans. She didn't make it obvious though, that was the last thing she wanted. To embarrass Mac in front of his… 'friends'.

"Yeah, they're coming over." he reiterated. "That's not a problem, right Callista?"

"No, of course not."

"Great, then let's head to my place and we'll get some grub."

"I'm not one to object to food." Cena said with a chuckle, as Randy laughed a bit.

"NO, he's not. I make him stay at a hotel when he's in St. Louis now and Miami now, because he eats. A LOT."

"Looks like I'll be in a hotel too, brah, because I eat like a fuckin' horse." Mac said as he gave Cena a high five with a laugh. "Us growin' boys need to stick together, right?"

"Right the fuck on." John replied, as he, Mac, Randy, Drena and Callista started out of JFK, and headed toward Mac's apartment.

They arrived back at Mac's about a half hour later. They ordered some Chinese food, drinks, and were all set to have a nice night in before their hectic weekend that was planned. Adam was coming down to the city from Toronto; to party it up with them on Friday night. They all knew that Friday night was going to be hellacious at the 40-40 club, so Mac was just hoping to have a run in with Sean "Jay-Z" Carter while he was there. It would be a little old time rendezvous of sort. Just how Mac liked it, to be honest.

Mac set up everybody to sleeping arrangements. Randy and Drena were in the guest room, Mac and Callista were in their room, and John was designated to Mat's bedroom. Mac's brother Mat spent many-a-night at Mac's apartment, hence he had his own bedroom. Cluttered with various Mac posters his brother collected, A Lil Jon poster that read "Crunk Motha Fucka", 50 Cent, The G-Unit, Lloyd Banks, Notorious B.I.G, the New England Patriots, just a very typical eighteen year old's room. John felt right at home in that room, and Mac knew that Mat was going to FREAK OUT when he learned John Cena was sleeping in his room.

He was a huge Cena fan, as well. "A brother who's white and representin'. Ya gotta respect that", Mat said of Cena.

"He's a big fan of yours, isn't he?" John asked Mac, as Mac was setting up the bedroom for John. Mac looked kind of confused. "Your brother."

"Oh, well…he's a good kid…" Mac said quietly, as he pulled out an extra blanket for the bed. "He kinda looks like me, just you know -- younger. He wants to move in with me, but I want him to go to college instead…"

"Good choice." John said, as he glanced around the room. "This room's got a home feel for me. 'Cept the whole, Mac Diaz theme." John grinned as Mac chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, Mat's pretty obsessed with the fact his older brother is a pro wrestler. He maintains my site, actually. Created it, updates it, just - everything. The kid is somethin' special. I gotta love my sister too, though. 'Noa is a good girl."

"What's her name?"

"Rinoa." he said, "Ironic, her name is the same as that Final Fantasy chick eh?" Mac smirked to himself as he sat on the desk across from where John was sitting on the bed. "Think Drena and Randy are all settled in?"

"Definitely. What about your chick?"

"I dunno…"

"Something wrong with her or somethin'?" John asked, as Mac looked leery of the question. "C'mon, you helped me, let me help you. What's shakin', daddy?"

"Nothin', really." Mac said. There was obviously a lot being left unsaid. Mac would help others but when it came to himself? He couldn't even save himself.

"Ah nah, bro. You ain't playin' me like that…"

"Well, she's jealous…" Mac started, shaking his head. "REALLY jealous… she hates the fact I work with women, hates the fact women are my majority fan base, she just - has issues with me bein' a pro wrestler gettin' famous…"

"Long time girl?"

"Well, I met her THROUGH wrestling," Mac said, "It's odd. We met like, seven years ago - but haven't really been together TOO long. We've been married less than a year… so it's still awkward…"

"I hear ya…" John said, "The jealousy bit must be a turnoff though…"

"Major…" Mac admitted, "I love her, but it's so hard to deal with. I guess you gotta take the good with the bad and the really bad, right?"

"Right, as bad as I feel that is…"

"Don't sweat it, brah. I can deal." Mac smiled a bit, "You go ahead and get some sleep."

"You too…"

The next morning, Mac was downstairs making breakfast when the 'crew' began waking up. John was the first up after Mac though - that came at eleven in the morning to Mac's 6:30, and he came downstairs to the kitchen, expecting everyone to still be sleeping. To his surprise, there were flapjacks, and eggs, and sausage, bacon, toast -- all made. Mac was a multi-tasker in the kitchen. Wait, he could cook? John sat down at the bar in the kitchen, smirking to himself.

"Look at you, Bobby Crocker…"

"I prefer the term, 'Mac Daddy Crocker', thank you." Mac said with a smirk, "You want OJ?"

"He's guilty."

"Orange juice, smart ass…"

"Oh, yeah, sure…" John laughed, as Mac smiled. "It's too early for that shit, yo."

"Time to wake up, man!" Mac said with a chuckle, "I've been up with the sun, brother. It's a constant."

"I like sleeping in, thanks."

"While you probably think I'm weird, I think you're weird for wantin' to sleep 'till eleven o'clock. That wastes five perfectly good hours!"

"Up before noon, dude, it should be a sin." John commented, as he took a drink from the glass of orange juice Mac gave him.

Drena and Randy were up at the same time, and Callista strolled out of bed at nearly twelve. Mac knew that was completely unlike her, but instead of 'stirring it up' in front of company, he was going to sit on it. Harbor it. There was no sense in starting things now. No way. It wasn't in Mac's demeanor to say things out of context.

At 7, just in time for dinner, strolled Mat Diaz. Mat was just coming back from an afternoon game in Flushing, the Mets and the Pirates, in which, the Mets whooped up on the Pirates 10 to 2. Mat was still wearing his Martinez (Pedro) jersey and a pair of baggy blue jeans, his Mets cap tipped sideways. He was a New York sports fan, no doubt. Yankees, Mets, whatever. So long as it was New Yorkers representing. He had completely adapted to New York life, and loved it.

When he walked into the apartment, everyone was sitting in the kitchen having Drena's enchiladas and Spanish rice. Impeccable. Mac even pulled out a bottle of wine for the evening. Callista was still unnaturally quiet, but Mat didn't seem phased when he walked in and saw Randy Orton, Drena Murrieta, and John Cena sitting there. He just acted normal.

"Yo, people, what's up?" Mat said, as Mac smiled a bit.

"Hey little man, what's shakin'?"

"Just got back from Flushing, it was an ass whipping…" Mat shook his head a little, as he sat down across from Mac. "I thought I was going to see a game, homie. It was a one-sided slaughter."

"Mets win?"

"Pedro was on the mound, dawg, what did you expect?"

"Pedro Martinez… ahh… many a memory with that boy," John spoke up with a smile, as Mat looked toward him. "Boston fan, brother. Life long. I'm John." He held out his hand, and Mat shook his hand.

"I know who you are, it's nice to meet you, man."

"I'm Randy Orton, and this is my fiancée Drena Murrieta." Randy said, as Mat gave a nod and smile.

"Nice to meet both of you."

"You are, a very handsome young man." Drena said with a smile toward Mat, who just smiled in spite of himself. He knew he was a good looking boy, and hearing a WWE RAW diva say so, THIS RAW diva, was just ego fueling.

"Thank you, Miss Drena."

"Well mannered, why do you two have to be so well-behaved!" Randy muttered to himself with a smile, "I hate the pair of you for trying and successfully wooing my Drena."

"Not hard, brother." Mac said with a smirk, "Mat and I are the hotness. The brothers sex, ya heard?"

"I don't know if I'd go that far," Mat said quietly with a chuckle - "But we're definitely the crème de la crème if ya feel me."

"I feel ya!" Mac said with a grin, "Have a seat, man. Drena cooked, it's utterly awesome."

"Is that all right, Drena?" Mat asked, as Drena looked confused.

"Of course it is, why would it not be?"

"Just checkin', after all, it's only polite when a lady cooks to ask her permission to enjoy it."

"Shut up, just shut up…" Randy laughed to himself, "You're going to be stealing my woman, I swear!"

"Christy is single," Mac wiggled his eyebrows at Mat, "And she digs the southern charm…"

"Hook me up, brother." Mat said with a smile, as he sat down at the table to join them.

Callista didn't say two words at dinner. She just smiled to Mathew when he sat down, and that was about it. Mac was going to find out what her problem was that night. After everyone went to bed, that was it… he was tired of the silence, the quiet, he expected them to have a great few days in New York before he had his first RAW televised match. This wasn't helping Diaz's mind state at all.

Mat decided to spend the night, so he slept in his bedroom with John. John pulled out the cot from the closet, and slept in the middle of the bedroom while Mat slept in his bed. They sat up and talked about baseball that night, just about the 'greatness of Pedro Martinez', and the progress of the Mets. The subject of Doug Mientkiewicz even came up, John's ex-girlfriend's brother… but John had no hard feelings about Doug. Just Ariana, 'the little douche bag'.

"I met her at Mets Fan Day…" Mat said to John with a shrug, "She's not bad on the eyes, but she's annoying. She told me I was hot, I told her she wasn't my type. I don't get jiggy with skanks, ya heard?"

"Smart boy," John said, "No need to get all messed up like I did."

"I'm eighteen, brother… I don't need a chick cramping my style."

"I'm twenty-eight, and I feel that."

"My sister's mentor is hot," Mat said with a chuckle, he couldn't resist throwing that in. Not his style. "You could relate to her, she's a baseball fan, and a Patriots fan, too. I went to the Mets game with her, as a matter of fact."

"Are you trying to hook me up?" John asked with a laugh, as Mat just smiled.

"I'm always there to help a brother out."

"You're a cool cat, Matty." John said, as Mat nodded his head.

"It's in my genes to be cool, look at Mac."

"Aight, I get that…"

"So, you wanna go to a Boston game with me sometime?" Mat asked, "I've always wanted to check what Fenway has to offer… I may be a Yankees fan, but I respect the Red Sox a lot…"

"You're the first Yankees fan I ever heard say that…" John seemed a little shocked, but never-the-less, he smiled. "Ya know, next week, you and I will head to Fenway. My Sox are playing the Cardinals in inter-league play. I could drag Randy, and you could drag Mac, we'll have a boys night out."

"Sweet, that would rock!"

"I'm always there to help a brother out." John mimicked Mat's line, and Mat just smiled, shaking his head with a chuckle. For being ten years apart in age, the two were an instant click.

"Question… can we bring Georgia to a game, too?"

"Who's Georgia, Matty?"

"Well, her real name is Lela Collins, it's Rinoa's mentor. I just call her Georgia because she lives down in Atlanta during the summer…she's a down to Earth sister, who I love… she's a good gal…"

"Oh, sure…" John said with a shrug, "I don't care. Why not?"

Drena and Randy were in bed fairly early, which, their bedroom was directly next to Mac and Callista's. Callista was on the phone with Katarina for almost an hour, when Mac walked in and said they had to talk. She actually blew him off to talk to Katarina, and Mac, being the respectful type, TOOK IT. Callista ignored him for a good fifteen minutes, before Mac began starting to lose his patience. He had never lost his patience with her, but there was a first time for everything…

He grabbed the telephone from Callista, and put it to his ear. He told Katarina, he'd have Callista call her back since they had to talk. Katarina understood fully, and hung up the phone. Callista stood up and looked offended that Mac would do something like that to her, but Mac was to the point that night that he didn't care! He had never gotten to that point before and it scared him a little.

"What in the fuck is your problem, Callista?"

"What are you talking about? I don't have a problem."

"You know I hate a liar, Callista Lynn…"

"Don't use my full name, that annoys me!"

"Well stop your shit and I won't NEED to!"

It was the first time for a lot of things that night. The first time Mac was annoyed with Callista, the first time he hung up the phone and her, and the very first time he raised his voice with her. Callista acted as if she had been physically struck, acting as if she had done nothing what-so-ever wrong, until Mac began throwing at her what she had been doing to him, and their guests all day.

"First and foremost, you've ignored me of all people, all day. You didn't say hello to our guests, you gave them the cold shoulder all day, and you've been giving me the silent treatment all day. It's a little more than sickening, and it's not my place to open my mouth in front of company."

"Well why are they here, anyway? Especially her!"

"My god…" Mac shook his head with an annoyed sigh, "I can't believe you're mad Dre is here…"

"Oh, you even have a nick name for her already?"

"Callista, stop your shit. I ain't dealin' with it! This jealousy crap has GOT to stop! YOU have me! Isn't that enough! Can't I have friends who are women! I let you have guy friends and don't even think twice 'bout it! I am not going to ruin my chance in the WWE just because you're self conscious, self loathing, and or self righteous! This is my dream, it was my dream before I met you, and I'll be damned if I let anyone especially you take it away from me!"

Callista, shut up. She realized what Mac was saying, was true. She finally realized it, and the fact he was man enough to come up to her and say something, meant something. With that all out in the open, and not bottled up anymore, they'd be able to move forward you'd think, and have everything peachy with a side of keen. One could only hope.

With any luck, they'd be able to move on with their lives, and she'd stop being so 'damned jealous'. Only time would tell, though.