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.
SUMMARY:
Mac Diaz was your typical boy from the south. A charmer, a gentleman, and more importantly, a man to stay true to his roots and to his new wife. Once Mac finally gets the break he had worked for from his childhood, his debut in the WWE as part of a hot storyline - working with criminally beautiful women, his wife Callista becomes overwhelmed with jealousy.
Would Mac give up his boyhood dream to satisfy his new wife? Or would someone from his job be able to prove to Mac that sometimes, it's what you don't know that can't hurt you, but what you do know that will stab you in the back?
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 Nine: Raw Recap
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RAW was known for having the best entertainment on Monday nights, and tonight from Albany, New York -- was no real difference. Raw was ready for action at 9 P.M eastern time, and there was a line up of great matches set and naturally, segments that would make your head spin! RAW kicked off with it's usual hotchpotch from the announcers, typical opening matches, but at around 9:30 eastern standard time…
Chris Masters came from the back with a microphone in his hand. He headed to the ring in his usual cocky, predictable entrance… but once to the ring, oh hell, he began ripping off at the mouth. Nobody really liked this arrogant upstart, but considering the circumstance? They just might take a temporary liking to "The Masterpiece".
Chris Masters: "You know something… all I've heard about this past week is… The Real Deal this, Mac Diaz that. What's so damned good about a guy who comes from the crowd, attacks Kane, attacks a beautiful woman like Lita, and then steps up beside someone like Trish Stratus? I don't get it…" He paused momentarily, as he scratched his temple thoughtfully. "Not to mention, he acts like an ass toward beautiful women. I'm starting to think that this Mac Diaz doesn't have a brain in his head. Maybe all that platinum dye seeped into his brain…"
Jim Ross: "For once, I kind of like this kid, King!"
Jerry Lawler: "Well, I don't. Who's he to say what Mac Diaz is supposed to do!"
Chris Masters: "Luckily for me, though, I have this loser in a match tonight. So I think we should get this thing done. NOW. Because I'm ready to show him the Mac Attack will never add up to the MASTER…LO-"
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I'm Going STRAIGHT To Hell
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"Amerikan Beauty" by Hed(PE) hit on the PA, cutting off Masters in his big 'master lock' speech. Who cared, right! Mac Diaz emerged from the backstage area wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans and a white wife beater tank top… amused, Mac Diaz smirked. He gestured, and from the back, wearing a frayed blue jean skirt and a white halter top with white boots, walked Trish Stratus. Mac grabbed her by the hair and leaned down, licking her top lip causing Trish to purr slightly.
Jerry Lawler: " I LOVE this guy's attitude!"
Jim Ross: "You would, King."
He finally made it to the ringside area, and slid into the ring, but Masters was right there ready for him. He began kicking Diaz's back, and the bell sounded for the beginning of the match up. Masters was relentless in the early going, causing Diaz to look taken aback. Trish Stratus began slamming her hands down on the mat, screaming for Mac to get up, but Masters just looked at her with a laugh. He flexed his muscles and Trish looked disgusted, but Trish got up on the apron. Masters and the ref were distracted long enough for Mac to come up behind Masters and low blow him, to get the momentum for the first time coming to him.
Call him dirty, call him an asshole, but either way, the kid knew how to get it done in the ring. Sure, his tactics were sketchy, but what did you want from him? Masters was a lot bigger than he was. Weighed at least fifty pounds more, had a couple inches in height, and a strong physical form than Diaz. But once he was on a roll, it was no denying why they called him the "Mac Attack". Kicks, punches, and an elbow right to the mush, Chris Masters was being rocked by the speed and intensity of this rookie in the WWE.
Jerry Lawler: "You know that phrase, the ends justify the means? A low blow is a REAL small price to pay when you're winning your first sanctioned match in the WWE!"
Jim Ross: "There's no denying this kid has talent! But does he really need to take the short road to victory? Damn, King. Be sensible!"
Jerry Lawler: "Hey, why not? It's not how you win, but whether you win! A 'W' is a 'W' as far as the books are concerned! And that gets you championship opportunity! That's what this business is all about!"
Jim Ross: "Whatever you say, King…"
There was never the opportunity to count out a kid like Masters, though. The sheer size and brute strength was second to very few in the industry currently, or even in history. He had the unbreakable 'Masterlock' finisher on his side! The only time we had ever seen a move that looked like a finisher of Diaz's, was when he hit the 'Mac Attack' on Lita. A woman. Chris Masters was NO WOMAN. Chris caught Mac with a high knee almost to the chest cavity as Mac was going for a clothesline, and floored the 'Mac Attack', who had the wind knocked out of him. But things started to change and maybe it was for good. Once Mac got back to his feet, he gave Masters a punch SQUARE to the face, and then -- something started flowing and it wasn't sweat.
Blood.
Jim Ross: "One punch, and I think he busted the Masterpiece's nose! He did the same to KANE just last week!"
Jerry Lawler: "Now Chris Masters be even FUNNIER looking! Maybe he and Kane can share an Emergency room suite! Haha!"
Trish was LOVING this on the outside of the ring, and Mac wasn't one to sit back and watch his opponent bleed. He was one to make it worse! He slammed his knee into Master's face, and his baggy blue jeans now had blood all over them. He even ripped off his white wife beater just to avoid smearing blood all over it. The girls in the crowd actually didn't mind, the man had an amazing physique!
But the blood was obviously leaving a reaction to Masters. He was losing his focus. That's when Mac began his onslaught. Mixing up kick boxing with downright pound and ground wrestling, Masters was on the receiving end of quite the clinic! But as quickly as Mac had began going right to it…
He picked up Masters, all 260 plus pounds of him, and held him in a vertical suplex hold. In one fell swoop, Masters hit the mat in a SICK STO! The "Mac Attack"! He landed it!
Hooking one leg, and entwining his own around Masters' free leg, Mac went for the complex cover.
1...2...3.
"Amerikan Beauty" hit on the PA one more time, and Mac raised his arms to the ceiling, obviously very proud of the bloody mess he left of the Masterpiece. Trish was in the ring in a second, and jumped into Mac's arms despite his bloody attire. She forced a kiss onto his mouth, but it wasn't as if the 'Mac Attack' cared! In short time they cleared the ring, but not before the crowd booed them magnificently for what they had witnessed.
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After matches from Shelton Benjamin and Ric Flair, Edge and Simon Dean, and segments from Shawn Michaels and Triple H… we're backstage one more time. We find Lita standing by the Women's locker room, pacing gently on her bummed knee but looking incredible just the same. She's in a pair of black bondage strapped pants and a red and black 'Element' tank top with fishnet sleeves. She heard something in the corridor just off the locker room, so being a naturally curious person, decided to have herself a look.
What she saw was the door of the arena gym was opened and there was the sound of punching coming from inside. She crept down the hallway, and looked in, noticing a platinum blonde kicking and punching a large black bag. She glowered as she saw it was Mac Diaz, the same man that put her husband Kane out of action the week previous. She didn't open her mouth, but she was shoved violently into the gym, and as she looked up from her position on the floor, she saw the face of Trish Stratus smiling vindictively at her.
Trish Stratus: "Aww, what's the matter, Lita? You look a little… down…" She glanced up and gave a yell. "Do your thing, baby!"
And the door slammed right before Lita's eyes. She was locked in the gym, with no way out, by Trish Stratus. She was alone with a seemingly very dangerous man. Mac's hands were on either side of the bag, as he chuckled to himself. He had barely broken a sweat, but he had obviously been working out for a while. He also had changed from his bloody ring attire into black warm up shorts and a black wife beater tank top.
Mac Diaz: "How cute. Little miss thing with no big flake bitch running to her aid. That must be something for ya."
Lita: "What the hell do you want with me? What have I honestly done to you?"
Mac Diaz: "Oh, I don't know. Existing is a start."
Mac started advancing toward her and Lita scurried to her feet. She had a limp as she made it to the door and began jimmying the handle, but it was evidently being held or locked from the outside. She cursed under her breath as she looked back, and Mac was practically in her face.
Mac Diaz: "It's really just business, Red. Trish Stratus got me my contract and I'm paying her back. She writes up a hit list, I knock off the bitches at her request. Unfortunately, you're on that list, B." Mac shrugged as he smirked. "Sucks to be you."
Lita: "It's ridiculous! You have a lot of skill, you could have got that contract on your own! Why do you have to be under her thumb!"
Mac Diaz: "The 'Real Deal' is under NO ONE'S THUMB!" He slammed his fist into the locker room door, causing Lita to physically flinch and try to step away from him. He locked her in by slamming his other hand against the door, bracketing her. "You think you're REAL cute, don't you?"
Lita: "I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything-"
Mac Diaz: "BITCH, don't flatter me!"
Lita: "I'm just being honest!"
Mac Diaz: "You know somethin', Lita… you're not even half the woman Trish is, do I don't realize why I'm wastin' my time right now…" He was angrily glaring at her. "I mean, haven't you realized you're nothin'! And the only thing you have goin' for you is Frankenstein's Monster is your husband and this petty ring…" He stepped away from her, no longer doing the physical game, but the mental. "You're not happy, are you Lita?" Lita put her head down, shielding her face behind her red locks. "You're not happy, ARE YOU!" Mac snagged her hair, forcing her to snap her head back, his face merely inches from me. "Answer me, and look at me when I'm talking to you, skank…"
Lita: "Let go of me…" She said quietly, "You're hurting me!"
Mac Diaz: "Oh yeah? Well, take this back to the hospital that your hubby's laid up in, and let him know I hurt you real good… like a REAL man should…"
And like that, Lita was enthralled in a precarious predicament. Mac leaned in and slammed his lips against Lita's, still holding her hair like a clamp. Lita tried pulling away but Mac slammed her against the locker room door, continuing the kiss. Then, pulled away, seemingly unaffected as he wiped his lips.
Mac Diaz: "Take THAT back to Papa Scurf, Bitch…"
Pushing Lita out of the way, Mac walked out of the locker room, leaving Lita emotionally shaken. As the camera faded out, Trish Stratus was trying to get information from Mac as to 'what happened!' in the locker room, but Mac blew her off as they rounded the corner.
Jim Ross: "What a despicable human being!"
Jerry Lawler: "What a GENIUS!"
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A/N: I'm getting back into this story, so WICKED! For those who asked, no, Callista isn't related to A.J Styles :) Thanks for the questions though! More to come soon. -M.S