TITLE: Dire Consequence
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: General
SUB-CATEGORY: Drama
RATING: PG-13 for language, trickery, backstabbing, 'dire' 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. Drena Murrieta is credit to my girl Angel. 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 Eight: Capital Recreation
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The drive up to Albany wasn't a long one. In fact, it was probably a shorter drive than Mac's plane ride from Baton Rouge to New York City. It was an hour and a half drive on the freeway, with Mac driving. John, Drena, Randy, and Mat filed into Mac's black escalade, all of their bags and luggage in the back. On the radio, Mat, who was sitting in the front seat with his brother for part of the trip, designated the 'official music' to be Baby Bash. Listening to "Baby I'm Back" by Baby Bash and Akon was the humor of the trip, with Mac taking Baby Bash's parts, and Mat singing the higher pitched Akon parts.
"Dude, guys are not supposed to sing like that." John said with a laugh from the backseat, as Mat was trying to stay serious.
"Yo, shut up, brother! I'm havin' fun!"
"Why don't you play some real music? Like Metallica, or Pantera, or Black Sabbath… SOMETHING other than rap. It's all I hear now!" Randy asked, shaking his head a little as he sat near the opposite door as John, Drena in the middle. "I swear, I try to be supportive… but…"
"What about Green Day?" Mac offered, "I have Lela's 'Shenanigans' album, and her mixed album in here…"
"That, will do." Randy nodded his head, "They at least play their own instruments, and Mike Dirnt is too cool for school."
"Don't tell Lela you like Mike," Mat said with a smirk, "If she wasn't so obsessed with Billie Joe, she has said and I quote, 'I'd do Mike'. It's kinda bizarre."
"You say that about Paris Hilton all the time." Mac said with a smirk, "If she had bigger tits you'd do her."
"If she had some junk in the trunk too, I dig a bit o' booty, if ya feel me."
"Man after my own heart!" John said with a smile. "Booty is nice."
"That's why I dig Le… not to be a pervert and prove I totally check her out, she's got the perfect figure in my opinion. She's not a beanpole, and the girl's got curves. Lots, of curves."
"A'right," Mac said, shaking his head a bit. "There's a lady in the vehicle. 'Nuff of the locker room talk…"
"You are… too…"
"Mannered, I know, Randy." Mac said with a smile. "I just respect women, give me a break!"
"Gracias, Mackenzie." Drena said with a beaming smile, as Mac nodded his head toward her.
"De Nada, Drena."
They arrived at the hotel, and reservations were made. Drena and Randy in one room, Mat and Mac in another, and John in a room next to Mac's. It was going to be one hell of a weekend if Mac could help it, since he knew Albany like the back of his hand anyway. He always went to the Pepsi Arena to catch shows, be it concerts - wrestling events - any show imaginable. It was popular in New York, naturally, as it was in the state's capital.
Monday, was MAC'S night.
Saturday night, they spent like Friday night - out and about on the town. Only this time, it wasn't just John, Drena, Randy, and Mac's entourage. It was the sight of Amy, of Trish, of Stacy - of RAW's premiere attractions. It would give those he worked with a better appreciation and understanding of who Mac was OUTSIDE of the ring, and outside of the work environment. It would prove whether he was a truly a gentleman, or if his 'first day consideration' was just to get his peers around him to see a side of him.
Boy, oh boy… if they knew how genuine this cat was.
They spent the evening at a club called "Club E" in Albany, and Mac didn't hesitate to party down. After all, he had Mat there. And when he and Mat got together, it was mad. Mass chaos personified. Mat obviously didn't drink, but when he met Christy Hemme, lord -- he was developing a thing for red-heads, too! Just like Copeland realized when he met Lela Collins!
"So, what's your name?" Christy asked him, as Mat, playing it cool, just smiled at her. He didn't have to front, he was just going to be himself.
"I'm Mathew Diaz, ma'am. Mac's brother."
"I thought you looked like him, you're pretty cute." She smiled, sitting down. "How old are you?"
"Turning nineteen, Miss Hemme." He answered, "College bound and loving it."
"That's cool," Christy seemed pretty interested in conversation, "What do you like to do?"
"Sports mainly, but I'm into music and movies and all. Typical, actually. I'm a huge fan of wrestling. I happen to think, that if any of the other ladies in the diva search won aside from you, it would have been an obstruction of justice. It wouldn't have been right."
"Why do you say that?"
"For starters, Miss Hemme, if you haven't noticed, you're stunning." Christy smiled softly, as Mat smiled more softer. Almost shyly. "And furthermore, you have a lot of heart, charisma, natural finesse, not to mention - when I see you jumping around, it gives ME energy. Where do you get it all?"
"Natural, believe me."
"Just like everything else, right Christy!" Adam Copeland flashed her a grin, and Christy laughed a little. Mat just chuckled. "Hey Trick Matty, why don't you show us your version of switch, man!"
"I don't dance, bro." Mat laughed to himself, "Ask Mac, he's stupid enough to get on the dance floor. Probably ripped enough too, he's been drinking since five!"
"He drinks like that?" Adam looked surprised as Mat smiled.
"He's a social drinker, we've been out since five this afternoon, dumbass."
"Gotcha, anyway -- Stacy wants to steal a dance from Mac's 'sexy brother'. You game?"
"Stacy? Keibler?"
"No, Stacy Macy. YES, Keibler, chumpstain!"
While Mat was having his close encounter with of the 'leggy' kind, Mac was STILL not drunk, STILL not ripped as it was said, and just enjoying the night. He was dancing with Trish to "Summer Nights" by Lil' Rob, when Amy Dumas, of all people, cut in. Mac didn't object, and he smiled at her.
"Hey, Red… what's shakin'?"
"Not much, Blondie." She smiled, "You don't mind me dancing with you, right?"
"Does a chicken have lips?" He smirked, "Of course I don't mind."
They just talked about the events that would take place on Monday Night. Amy had heard, Mac was to beat Chris Masters within 'an inch of his natural life' to prove what kind of competitor he was, and when Lita came out, he was going to grab her by the hair, plant a horribly rough kiss on her, and throw her to the ground like she was cheap. Then, go back to Trish Stratus and prove, that he has Lita just where he wants her. Mac seemed intrigued.
"Damn, two weeks in I kiss the two hottest chicks? I'm a fuckin' PIMP, man!"
"You seem a lot more relaxed this week," Amy laughed to herself as she danced with Mac to "We Belong Together" by Mariah Carey, which had just started playing. "It's nice to see the fun side instead of the serious side. While serious is just as good, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I feel more relaxed this week. Not so much to prove, you see." He said, "Wrestling in the ring, it's second nature for me, but the run-in's, and the mic gig, I get nervous."
"I'm like that, too. I can wrestle like it's nothing, but when it comes to microphones and backstage segments, I get nervous."
"Maybe since we're working so closely together, we can help each other get over that. I'm starting to get over it, but maybe I can help ya."
"You're too cool for your own good, you realize." Amy smiled, "You might want to be careful. You might sweep some unsuspecting girl off her feet, and she might fall for you."
"You inplyin' somethin'?" Mac asked with a smile, as Amy just shook her head with a small laugh.
"Of course I'm not, I'd never try to make you feel uncomfortable." she said, "Just figuratively speaking, you know?"
"Me? Uncomfortable? Fuh-get-about it…" Mac laughed, "I never get uncomfortable."
The mood lightened further, as John and the Diaz boys took to the dance floor, rapping along with D-12's "Purple Pills" John was CRAZY on the rap tracks, and Mac was just as good of a rapper as Cena, he kept right up, added freestyles, and everything! Mat was SICK vocally, and he had some mad skills with rhymes, too. Cena gave him a beat as Mat didn't seem to care he was surrounded by WWE superstars… he just ripped off at the mouth, and let the potential flow. Poor little Stacy, she thought this nineteen year old was TOO cute for his own good, and she stood watching him freestyle with Cena, a smile on her angelic face.
"I'm reppin' in the N-Y with my boy JC…
Gonna make ya'll realize why these bitches ALL know me.
I'm young
I'm rich
And I'm oh so sweet
On the floor I'm a killer
Rappin' the mic I can't be beat.
So holla at me if ya with me if ya feelin' my flow
And if you don't, step aside son, 'cuz it's your time to go.
So when you're rockin' at the gates tell my boy G why you there
Because you ended up dead in a hype mic scare.
I'm a kid by age but a man by stature
And if ya'll in denial, shit, that's no matter.
I'm Trick Matty Diaz rockin' with John C the franchise,
Fuck up your senses like Viagra give you bitches a free rise.
So put your motha fuckin' hands up and jam with me
Gonna rock you so hard you'll be callin' me Rocky.
What!"
Mat gave Cena a high five, and Cena laughed a little, shaking his head. He was yelling about how 'this kid has some skill!', and Mac, couldn't have agreed more. He grabbed his little brother and hugged him, wrapping an arm around his neck with a bright smile. He was evidently proud of this kid, to not only bring him to RAW, but to have him hanging out and just - over all - being one of them? It was a great relationship! EVERYONE who was around them could tell, Mat and Mac were close.
The party broke up, but not before Mac said good-bye to Amy and Trish specifically, and Mat said good-bye to Stacy. Before he left, Mat grabbed her hand for a shake, and smiled, thanking her for the meeting and for the autographed copy of "Stuff Magazine" she had give him. He had asked, after all. He kissed her hand, and told her he'd see her Monday Night. He seemed to have the same affect on the 'impressionable' RAW divas. Even the caliber of Stacy Keibler. It was insane!
"How did you get Stacy to eat out of your hand?" Randy asked on the way back to the hotel, as Drena was sleeping next to him, her head on his shoulder. "I mean, I dated Stacy -- not long, but then I met Drena, and WHEW… you get it…"
"Yeah, I get it." Mat laughed a little.
"But seriously, Stacy is really strong willed. She's also coming off a bad breakup with Andrew Martin, so it's really touch-and-go with Legs. But you, daddy…you were rockin' it."
"I was just being myself, I swear." Mat said, "I didn't need to front. I thought I would, but I didn't. You just burst out a little freestyle and the girls have a tidal wave, get it?"
"Oh, I get it." Randy chuckled a little, "I still can't believe you had Stacy getting all, flustered…"
"I wouldn't go that far, but I think she thinks I'm cool 'nuff." Mat said, "I'm not really that cocky, and trying to act cocky, is weird…"
"That's a good boy," Mac said with a smile as he glanced toward Cena, who was in the driver's seat driving. John didn't drink, Mac did, Mac handed him the keys. He wasn't stupid… "You think he's got some skill then, huh?"
"Yeah, without a doubt." John said, "He can freestyle pretty damn good. What about you, papi? You can rap, too."
"I can keep up, that's all." Mac laughed a little, leaning his head back on the headrest of his seat. "I think I had one too many to drink, though… my head is cloudier than dumb blonde trying to figure out a calculus question…"
"Hey! I'm blonde!" Mat protested, before chuckling a little. "So are you, moron."
"I'm not a dumb blonde," Mac said, "And for you reacting like that, I guess you are, Trick Matty." He smirked a little.
"Shut up, bitch…" Mat said with a smile.
Well, while that was all fun and games, there were things in the workings that were not all fun and games. Like RAW for example. That was going to have to go off without a hitch, not to mention, Mac had to kiss a second woman in a second week, that was not his wife Callista. That had the blonde player from Baton Rouge slightly unnerved. Imagine that, Mac, nervous!
It was honestly a foreign concept. This was a man who would walk around in his underwear in front of hundreds of people, a man who would get rowdy on purpose in front of thousands, say what he felt and thought, no matter the cost! But kissing Amy Christine Dumas in front of millions? It was making him more nervous than kissing Trish… and that was crazy…
He wasn't telling Callista for the simple fact she already had shown immense jealousy over his being on RAW, and he didn't want to go back down that road again. Not while he had an opportunity to avoid it and take the detour. Silence was a good policy on work-related things, right? Even of that proportion? That was all it was, a work relationship. Nothing more, nothing at all… at least he didn't think so. After all, friends work good together, and this would prove it, bar none.
Mac wasn't going to beat himself up over the concept. After all, that would have made it harder for him to concentrate on everything he had to do in the long run come Monday Night on RAW.
When he arrived at the Pepsi Arena on Monday, at 12:32 P.M with Mat, Drena, and Randy, Mac was in rare form. He still had a cup of coffee in his hand from their 'early lunch' at a bistro in downtown Albany, he was more than ready for the night ahead. He had pushed out of his mind all the nerves he had been experiencing in previous days leading up to the event since finding out what he'd have to do, and he was more than ready to get the show on the road and prove to everyone, Mac Diaz was no chump. While he was all set to hang out with his friends that night before heading back to the city to meet up with Callista, his day was going to be spent dedicated to Amy Dumas. They had a lot to do that afternoon to prepare for their big moment that night on screen.
Mac wasn't big into the 'on-screen romance', in fact. He wasn't one who enjoyed kissing another woman in front of millions of people, especially when he was married and his marriage was ALREADY rocky. But what could he say? He couldn't object, not his second week. Maybe if he had been there a while... he could say, 'nah, I'm not really comfortable with that', but he knew this was his job. Callista would understand, or she wouldn't, but either way -- Mac wasn't going to let his wife come between him and his career. A career he dreamed of since he was a child…
Running into Amy was no big deal. He gave a smile, and asked for some of her time. She gladly, unhesitantly obliged his request. They spent the majority of the afternoon going over their lines, going over the actions, but never doing the kiss. It wasn't until almost eight o'clock eastern time, that Amy suggested they should try it. After all, they didn't have much time left until they were on screen doing it for real.
Or maybe it was something else that had Amy wanting to place her lips against RAW's newest acquisition's…
"A'right, I'll go from the second to last line… and we'll do the kiss this time."
"Got it." Amy said with a nod, and half smile.
"You know somethin' Lita, you're not even half the woman Trish is… so I don't even know why I'm wasting my time on you." Mac said, in character, as he glowered at her. "I mean, haven't you ever realized you're nothing! And the only thing you have going for you is Frankenstein's monster as your husband, and a petty little ring. You're not happy… are you, Lita?" Amy, as Lita, put her head down, shielding her face behind red locks. "You're not happy, ARE YOU?" Mac snagged her hair, forcing her to snap her head back, her face merely inches away from his. "Answer me, and look at me, when I'm talking to you, skank…"
"Let go of me," Lita said softly, trying to pull away. "You're hurting me!"
"Oh yeah? Well, take this back to your husband and let him know I hurt you real good… like a man should…"
And like that, Mac leaned in and slammed his lips against Amy's, still holding onto her hair like a clamp. Amy tried to pull away as the script called for it, but Mac slammed her against the wall, in the moment, continuing the heated minute. Then, he pulled away, seemingly unaffected, as he wiped his lips.
"Take that home to papa scurf, bitch."
And that was the end of the scene. Moments past between their reenactment of the scene, and a little conversation, before they parted their ways to get ready for the show. Mac was just focused on keeping things professional, with his personal life being so out of whack. But for some reason, Amy couldn't help but smile after kissing him. Something was brewing in the red-head's mind. Who knew what that could be, after all. Women never kissed and told…
This one surely didn't.