Bella Muerte

By: Arieru

Arieru: Hello. And it's now 2006. Well, I had a normal New Year's I froze my butt off while celebrating New Year's in Boston now I'm sneezing like hell.

To Kanesha: Glad you liked it. They are a cute couple aren't they, I love having the Boogyman in there he's just so freaky. I had fun but it was cold in Boston, enjoy this chapter!

To OTHlover04: Thanks for being a continual reviewer I'm glad you liked the chapter. I hope you like this one too.

To Raven: Thanks for checking the translation. Although I'm Spanish I don't know much about how to speak it so am currently trying to learn all I can.

To 2Deez: Holla! I'll use their ring names it was kind of confusing for me to try to write their real names anyway. Isn't Rey Mysterio hot! Maybe I'll write a fanfic with Rey Mysterio in it after I finish writing this one. I'm kind of a person who gets distracted easily and needs to work on one thing at a time so if I start writing the fic now there is a sure likeliness I won't ever finish this one.

To Misstraci: I'm glad you think all my chapters are great. Honestly I don't really know what I'm planning for Boogieman the writer's block is taking a hold of me again. Enjoy this chapter!

To Bradshaw's Birthday Princess: A new reviewer! Awesome? You really think so thanks a whole lot for your comment. Sure I'll help in any way I can if you really need it that is?

To MissPhilippinesSuperStar: Glad you think so cute nickname for her. Mar I like that. Enjoy this chapter!

To everyone: Hope all of you readers and reviewers had a wonderful New Year's. It was exciting though freezing at the same time. Hope you enjoy this chapter and I'm looking forward to reading all of your wonderful reviews. Oh! And I'll be using their ring names since it's easier for me to remember and probably easier for all of you to recognize who I'm talking about.

Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or it's wrestlers. Seriously must I do this after 9 chapters? --; I guess I do. All I own is my original characters, and that's it.

Chapter 10:

Photo Shoots

"Stand there." An assistant instructed Marisia. The woman was currently doing a photoshoot. A review soon was going to follow.

The Mexican sighed it was already 10AM and so many other things to do. At least she got to see Juvi after everything was over with.

"Give me a fierce look." The photographer ordered. Marisia tried her best and she nailed it. Her chocolate brown eyes were covered with a layer of eyeliner. On her frame was a black dress with spaghetti straps. It ended at her ankles in a flowing pattern.

A couple of other shoots were done. The woman's favorite had to be when she was given the privilege to dress in a traditional Mexican dress. The woman was reminded of her quinceñera (1). Her raven black hair was thrown up into a bun with curls cascading down her tanned face. A large rose flower ornamented her head and kept the bun in place.

For fun and to Marisia's liking the photographer wanted to try something special. He had her model with a snake looking like a Maya Indian bride. Honestly it made Marisia feel like a queen; a time traveler from that ancient time. The large feathers in her hair did annoy her a bit though.

The woman did a diva shoot for the cover of Smackdown magazine. When she was handed a pair of clothes she was rushed into a dressing room. Skin tight, suffocating black jeans covered the woman's legs. A tight white low V-neck tank top with the Mexican flag on it and painful high-heeled boots covered her feet. The minute Marisia saw herself in the mirror she groaned. 'I look like some stereotypical Mexican woman.' She hissed. The woman then wobbled her way out of the dressing room. It was a miracle to her that when she got back on set she wasn't dead, the tank top was just too tight.

"Ummm… can I talk to you." She asked the photographer. He gave her an annoyed look. "Can I dress in something, you know less tight." Marisia asked. Inside she was begging to get out of the body killing clothes. It wasn't like she didn't like tight clothes, but too tight wasn't what she did. And high heels, any of which she wore, didn't kill her feet. Comfort was everything.

"You look fine," the photographer said.

"No I don't I'm not comfortable." Marisia insisted. "Do you have something less tight or not?" she asked.

"Why must you be so difficult?" the photographer asked shaking his head.

"Excuse me I'm not difficult how would you feel if you were in clothes that felt like your own skin." Marisia said.

"Fine, Yvette get her some new clothes." A short woman came rushing out from the group of assistants.

"Come with me." her soft voice said. Marisia did as she said. The shorter woman led her to a room. Marisia smiled it was full of clothes; any girl would go crazy if she saw all of the articles.

"Is your boss always that…uncooperative." Marisia asked.

"He's just a little high strung he likes things his way." The woman, Yvette, said. Her voice had a soft French accent to it.

"Oh, do you like these clothes?" Marisia asked for her input. In Marisia's hands was a pair of jeans with a variety style of chains and zippers.

"It doesn't really follow your look." Yvette answered. "Do you like this?"

Yvette held up a strapless short dress. Marisia raised an eyebrow at the dress.

"Tell me what is your thought of a Mexican you know how you think they dress?" Marisia asked.

"Truthfully." Yvette asked.

"Truthfully." Marisia assured.

"My thought of a Mexican is short tight skirts or skin tight jeans, navel showing tops with lots of cleavage showing, and thin high heels." Yvette looked scared as Marisia's stare turned to one of agitation.

"And my thought of a French woman is an art worshipping, beret wearing lean woman, that wears light flowing dresses and has blond hair and blue eyes." Marisia said striking a point. She looked over Yvette the woman looked professional but in her nose, and to Marisia's joy, was a nose ring. On her wrists was a tribal tattoo marking. When Yvette wasn't in her professional outfit the woman looked as if she would wear large oversized pants, fishnet top and a black tank. Her jet-black hair was also in a professional style but looked as if it was usually worn down.

"Do you get it those are all stereo types if I'm going to be on the cover I don't want people seeing some Mexican stereo type I want to show them the real me the real Marisia Paliquira." Yvette surely got the point.

The woman smiled wickedly. "Then what are you waiting for pick what you like and I'll send my best make up and hair stylists." Yvette went on her duty while Marisia picked out clothes.

The final product was 100 percent Marisia. Black ripped fingerless gloves. A long flowing crimson red skirt with biker boots. Her top was a black tank top with the Mexican flag in the middle of it. Embroidering her neck was a large chain that read 'Mexicana (2)' on it. The make up artist performed a wonderful creation. On her face was red wine colored lipstick. Her eye shadow consisted of odd colors white and gray shadowed her eyes and gave it off a mystical look. The artist also put eye contacts that made her eyes look eerie, as they were a green-blue color. On top of her head lay a spiked bun that topped the right side of her head. With curls cascading down again making the style look half up and half down.

A lover of most styles, from the hippies to the headbangers Marisia grew a child of the Goth style; well until the gangbanging began. Then the stereotype took control. Dressing in tight revealing clothes was her way. A mixture of her 2 style descendants had stayed with her though after the intervention she was most comfortable with the dark Goth look.

A couple of pictures were shot some depressed looking shots and some high and mighty you-can't-beat-me shots. Marisia preferred the latter.

"You must have had some role models in the past, and many would like to know who were your biggest inspirations?" the interviewer asked.

"I have to say Andre the Giant, Hulk Hogan, Chief J. Strongbow, the Fabulous Moohlah, Shawn Michaels, and Chris Benoit, not to mention my cousin Rey Mysterio who was my trainer." Marisia answered the question.

"There is a rumor that you and Juventud of the Mexicools are now dating, and after he came to your aid yesterday the rumor has become stronger, what do you have to say?" The interviewer asked. He laughed at Marisia's blush.

She stuttered and began saying. "Well, as of now yes me and Juvi are going out." She answered truthfully.

"Interesting," the interview commented.

"Over the past few weeks you have gained quite a fandom, is there anything you would like to say for those who want to be the future of the WWE?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes," Marisia said revealing her tattoo, "Before my dad passed away he told me to stand for something or I'd fall for anything, at the time I was a horrible wreck, I had been overcome by my habit, but when he said that I was shocked. I had fallen in a downward spiral; I was a creature in the deepest bowels of hopelessness. Those words they told me to straighten myself up and stand for what I believe in instead of using an unneeded crutch. That's what I want to say Stand up for something or you'll fall for anything if you believe you can do it you can."

"Thank you," The interviewer looked awed by what she had previously said. "That would be all Ms. Paliquira it has been wonderful talking to you." The blond man stood up and shook her hand.

"It's been great talking to you too, have a good one." She said standing up and shaking his hand. Before exiting she took a candy from the bowl that had been laid in from of her.

As she exited she felt irritated. Now there is a reason for everything. The cause of the sudden irritation was seeing Melina, Joey, and Johnny coming toward her.

"How are you doing Miss Champion?" Marisia gave them a cheesy smile. It definitely caught them off guard.

"Fine what about you Bruta (3)." Melina answered.

"Oh you're fine have another go at Batista or was yesterday Mark Henry's turn to have a one night stand?" Marisia asked.

"That's none of your business." Melina looked disgusted.

"Yeah you're just angry that we beat Rey and Batista for the Championships." Mercury commented.

"You beat Rey and Batista?" Marisia got frustrated and glared at him. "You didn't win anything the only reason you have those titles is because you had Mark Henry's help. You know you can't even beat Rey or Dave so stop making yourself seem high and mighty."

"What about you," Melina got Marisia's attention. "You can't even beat Stacy in a wet T-shirt contest you have no sex appeal, Marisia, it surprises me someone like Juvi would even be interested in you. You probably give a pleasure in bed no wonder Boogieman wants you." Melina won out on the insults. Marisia became pissed off and before anyone knew it she was on top of Melina beating the girl senseless.

Before any real damage could be done Johnny threw off Marisia. "Your lucky Melina." Marisia said pulling herself away from Johnny. "Enjoy having that title around your waist while you have it because I'm going to beat it from you." And with that she left.

"How was your photo shoot and interview?" Juvi asked he had been waiting for the woman for about 10 minutes. He was standing in front of cobalt blue Viper. A big contrast from the usual green lawn mower it was.

She walked up and kissed him.
"I'd be better if I could beat the hell out of Melina again." Marisia smiled.

"So the stress ball Rey gave you yesterday isn't working?" Juvi asked striking a joke as he opened the door of the car for the woman.

"Nahh, I broke it 2 hours after I got it." Marisia smirked. "I need a human stress ball."

"Loca (4)." Juvi commented.

"Damn right." Marisia laughed. "Everyone's a bit insane some more than others."

"It's the first day of January so what do you want to do?" He asked as they drove down a street in Pittsburgh.

'Gasolina' rang and Juvi began bobbing his head to the tune.

"Marisia." The woman informed cheerfully over the phone.

"Hi Mami." Marisia's face lit up and she smiled at the sound of Pablo's voice.

"Hey Pablo, what's up?" she asked her son. Juvi smiled as Marisia perked up.

"Nothing Mami just wanted to say Happy New Year." Pablo shouted the last bit. Marisia could hear her mother's voice too, and someone else's.

"Happy New Year to you too." She said over the phone.

"Mami abuela (5) took me to New York it was really fun." Pablo said and then his voice became sad. "But Mami something's happened to Tia (6) Daisy."

Juvi sensed stress from the woman as her face dropped. Her distress was confirmed when she clenched her fist.

"What's wrong?" He heard her ask into the phone.

"Well don't you go and be scared girl," A voice spoke over the phone. Marisia sighed in relief.

"It's just that I found out 3 days ago that I'm pregnant."

"Daisy!" Marisia let out a high pitch scream. "You idiot don't you guys ever scare me like that." Marisia let out a sigh.

"That's great do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" Marisia asked changing her mood.

"That's the surprise."

"What?"

"I'm having fraternal twins you moron." Daisy said into the phone.

Daisy the 25-year-old best friend of Marisia then sighed into the phone.

"And I'm going to marry Martìn in a couple of months he proposed yesterday."

"Really." Marisia became excited the couple had been dating for over 5 years.

"Yeah, we're getting married in the fall."

"That's wonderful Daisy you guys have been dating a long time about time you got married." Marisia teased.

"How are you and Juvi doing?" She changed the subject. A smirk could be heard in the woman's voice.

"We're doing good, Daisy, how do you know?" Marisia asked.

"Girl, I've been watching my best friend on Smackdown that freak Boogieman you should really give him a piece of your mind and give him a low blow." Marisia laughed at her friend.

"You think so." Marisia asked looking up at Juvi who was currently listening to the radio.

"Yeah, you got to tell me. How far have you and Juvi been?" Daisy asked getting the juice out of the Mexican. Marisia blushed and shouted.

"That's none of your business."

"Not far I guess if you're embarrassed, well good luck you guys make a cute couple so don't let him go." Daisy instructed.

"Bye Daisy."

"Bye."

Marisia sighed at her friend's questions as she disconnected the line. Daisy Hasbùn half Spanish half Turkish 100 percent punishment inforcer during Marisia's intervention. The Mexican smiled at herself at first they'd always fight like children since they'd met when Marisia was 17 and Daisy 20. Daisy would take the booze away when Marisia wanted it and distract her, and it almost always worked. A breaker of many habits Daisy also ran with her own girl gang during high school probably the reason why both could understand each other's at times. Until the woman had her throat sliced and was put in the hospital.

Marisia smiled to herself.

'About time she'd have some happiness.' She said.

"So you want to go out for dinner today?" Juvi asked.

"Why don't we hit that place in the hotel I think it's called Characters Rey told me that their food was good."

"Come on Juvi." Marisia shouted as the man grabbed her and held her bridal style. He locked the door to his rental and carried her to the front of the hotel.

"Looks like you two are excited." Marisia recognized Rey's voice. Both turned around.

"Don't be thinking like that Rey." Marisia said getting out of Juvi's arms.

"Thinking like what?" He asked sarcastically raising an eyebrow at her.

"Wanna join us Rey we're grabbing something to eat?" Juvi asked changing the subject. Psicosis and Super Crazy immediately tackled him down from behind. Everyone laughed uproariously at the dog pile. When the commotion ceased they went to the restaurant.

"So are you looking forward to a rematch with Melina?" Rey asked looking at his cousin as he stuck a fork full of salad in his mouth.

"Hell yeah, I met the Bruta today, damn does she piss me off." Marisia said.

"Did you instigate?" Rey looked up.

"No all I said was hi." Marisia confessed she gave him an innocent look.

Psicosis laughed. "What else did you say Chica?"

"Nothing." She munched on her French fry.

"Even out of the ring you two can't get along." Rey commented.

"It's not my fault she called me a bitch what am I supposed to do take it." Marisia nearly shouted.

"What did you do to her?" Super Crazy asked.

"The usual, I kicked her ass but Joey and Johnny got in my way." She said. The 5 ate in silence for a couple more minutes until Marisia spoke up.

"Rey guess what?" Marisia challenged her cousin to guess.

"What?" Rey asked not knowing what was happening and simply not in the mood to guess.

"Daisy's having a baby." Rey looked confused for a second trying to remember the familiar name until…bingo.

"You're intervention coach." Rey asked trying to confirm his guess.

"Yeah." Marisia said excitedly.

"Great." Rey smiled one of his 100-watt smiles.

Everything went on well. Until Marisia stepped into her hotel room she said good night to Rey. The Mexicools were already in their hotel room.

"Bella Muerte." A voice whispered from behind the woman. Marisia stopped trying to lock her door.

She whirled around to see the Boogieman sitting on her bed. His look was petrifying as he smirked his usual twisted looking smirk. He covered Marisia's mouth with his hand before she could scream. Then took his hand off and slowly kissed her. Before he could get any deeper the woman kicked him where the sun don't shine, and ran to where Juvi was staying sharing the room with his partners in crime. The woman ran 2 flights of stairs before pounding on room 412.

"Juvi!" she screamed pounding. Psicosis opened the door. "Marisia what's the problem, Chica?" he asked. She looked past him and to Juvi who was currently play wrestling with Super Crazy. He stood up in shock of the girl's intrusion.

Marisia ran into his arms hugging him. "Juvi he's in my hotel room, I don't know how he got there but he's there." She cried frightened.

"Whose there Chica?" he asked confused at her severity. Super Crazy and Psicosis were as confused as Juvi.

"The Boogieman." She whispered into his chest. Juvi growled. He took her off gently and went to her hotel room. The other 3 followed.

He opened the door of her hotel room and switched on the lights. No one was there.

"Marisia no one is here." He stated the obvious.

"But he was here Juvi you believe me don't you." She asked looking up at him.

"How could he get in without you letting him in?" Juvi asked looking confused.

"I don't know." Marisia shook her head. "You believe me though, right?"

"Yes." He nodded he was confused as the others. "Marisia get some rest." He ordered.

"I don't want to be alone." She confessed. The woman felt pitiful child afraid of the monsters in her closet. "Sure I'll stay." Juvi said he looked to the others. They left saying their 'buenas noches's (7). Marisia undressed in the bathroom before heading under the covers with Juvi. Both cuddled until Marisia fell asleep.

'Boogieman what the hell does that freak want from her?' Juvi asked himself as he kissed her forehead and fell asleep.

Arieru: I hope you all liked that it took me a long time to write and now I'm tired. My big sis is torturing me right now. So yeah she's making fun of my story. I can't believe she's turning 20 soon. Well you know the usual please review I always like hearing constructive criticism and what people think.

Glossary:

Quinceñera translates into "15th birthday."

Mexicana translates into "Mexican girl."

Bruta translates into "Bitch."

Loca translates into "Crazy."

Abuela translates into "Grandma."

Tia translates into "Aunt."

Buenos noche translates into "Good night."