Setting things up, bear with me...
They walked backstage, and were greeted by most. It was a sight for everyone to see.
No Way Out, 2006. Dave wasn't cleared until after the pay per view, but he wanted to make his presence known to everyone on his roster, that he was definitely back, and not to go near Emylee with a ten foot pole. Though they had differences, she chose to stay with him, and he wasn't fucking up again. Hand and hand, he walked her to the gorilla position. Vince, Steph, and Randy were there.
"Remember, it's to address the crowd. You don't understand that they been asking for you both, and to have you both there, will bring more money in for us".
"Uh huh, it's always about money isn't it?", Emylee joked.
"No, I'm actually glad to see you two back and around. Keeps Paul and who ever his squeeze is, in check."
"That's Dave's baby mama", Emylee smirked, as Dave looked around.
"Amanda, you ex wife? She looks different, and what the hell is she doing here with..."
"Don't ask, anyway, when am I supposed to go out?"
Emylee walked over to the stairs, and Steph followed. It bothered her some that Amanda was here, and trying to ease her way back into some life she didn't even want. She smoothed out her dress, and Steph just watched her friend try to calm herself down.
"Don't worry about her, they are around, but this is your moment right now. You and Dave own this right now, and screw the nut jobs, alright?"
"I see her, I will kick her ass."
"Which is why they are in a room very far away from you two. I did it for Adrianna's sake, to have her mother embarrassed like that, can play on a child's psyche", Steph grinned.
"Well then, thanks, and we'll see you two later?"
"Yeah, poker night remember, Trish will be back later."
Hugging, her music blared and she made her way out on stage. The crowd cheered for their Smackdown diva champ. She held up her title for everyone to see. Once again, she felt the rush she felt every time she stood proud in front of thousands of people. Making her way to the ring, she wore her pencil line dress well. Since her debut, she got used to the formula of "selling sex", but she still had her standards of things she wouldn't do.
She heard the whistles and chants. Read the signs "Emylee, marry me!", through her Justin Timberlake song. She had some surprises for everyone, beginning with this song. It was time for a change, starting with her career.