Disclaimer: Anyone you recognize, i dont own. The nobodys your never heard of... yep them bitches is mine lol.

Xytne's off the hook... even though i want to know what happened to Petey now... sheesh, such a meenie lol. But all angry mobs will have to wait until she stops updating again.

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"Will you hurry it up in there?" Daniels yelled as i changed in the bathroom of his locker room.

To be honest, i was just fucking with his head. I had been done for almost ten minutes, and i was just sitting on the sink, seeing how many of his buttons i could push.

"Fuck off Daniels." I spat, turning the faucet on to make him think i was actually doing something.

"Dont take that tone with me."

"Or what Daniels you gonna hit me?"

"Dont tempt me." He nearly hissed through the door. For some reason that really got under my skin. I jumped off the sink and flung the door open.

"What Daniels, you wanna hit me? Go ahead, right here." I said, sticking out my chin.

"Come on Daniels, hit me!" I yelled, as Chris tried to glare holes through my head.

"What you scared?" I asked, standing up straight and taking a step towards him

"Thats okay though Daniels. Beacause you should be afraid. You know why. Beacuase if you hit me, i would fucking knock your head off your shoulders." I spat, anger oozing from my body as I stood toe to toe with him.

"I'd like to see you try." Daniels challenged.

"Fine by me." I shrugged, before rearing back and punching him straight in the eye.

Daniels let out a yell as he stumbled backwards.

"What the fuck did you hit me for?"

"That my friend, is lesson number one. Do not fuck with me." I said, before taking another step towards his slumped over form.

"Or you will pay." I added, before kneeing him in the face.

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"Daniels, your up in 10." An agents voice came through the door a few minutes later, as Daniels sat on the bench, holding a wet paper towel to his eye, which was already black.

I was busy putting my stuff into my locker, and I didnt notice him getting up and walking towards me.

"That your boyfriend?" He asked, staring at the picture i had just hung on my locker door.

"Not that it's any of your business, but thats my older brother." I said, not even bothering to look at him

"He's older than you?" Daniels questioned.

"He was. He died 6 years ago. He was only 18." I said, looking at my brothers smiling face one last time before closing the locker door.

Daniels looked at me skeptically for a moment. "How old are you?".

"Why do you care?"

"Why wont you answer my questions?"

"Why wont you stop asking them?"

"I'll stop asking them when you start answering."

"That wasnt a question." I smirked, happy in the fact i had beat him in a battle of wits.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 22. Does it matter?"

Daniels looked at me for a minute before his usual glare was replaced on his face.

"Look, you dont like me, i dont like you. You dont want to be a manager, and i dont need one. The only way this is going to work is if we at least try to get along."

"Then dont piss me off." I shrugged.

"Then dont get in my way."

"Whatever." I spat, before walking out of the locker room towards the heel ramnp.

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"Dont just walk away from me like that!" Daniels yelled, putting a hand on my shoulder and spinning me around when he finally caught up with me.

"Dont touch me." I said angrily.

"What?"

"I said dont touch me." I spat, pushing his hand off of my shoulder.

"Or what?" He challenged

"You want another black eye?" I questioned, not backing down.

Daniels groaned in anger, as i bit my tounge to try and keep myself from hitting something or someone.

"Look, when i signal you, come down to the ring." He said, breathing deeply to try and keep calm

"Wow Daniels, what would i do without you? I would have never figured that one out." I said sarcastically.

Daniels groaned again as he turned his back away and stared intently at the monitor on the table in front of him.

"Hey Chris!" A voice came from behind my back.

"Go to hell James." Daniels spat, not even looking away from the monitor to see who it was.

"What's his problem?" The voice whispered in my ear.

"Me." I shrugged lightly.

"And what could an innocent little thing like you could have done to make him mad?" The voice said, taking a few more steps so he was standing next to me.

I couldnt help but laugh, as i turned to face him. "You a politician, of you just get a kick out of lying to people?"

The man raised his eyebrows at me before smiling.

"James Storm." He said extending a hand to me.

"Why does everyone assume i dont know who they are? You all do know your a TV every week right?" I asked before excepting his hand.

This just caused him to smile wider. "Thats a pretty long name you got there. It okay if i just call you TV? That'll be easier for me to remember."

I laughed a little, before pulling my hand away.

"My Name is Mila Lianto. I'm fat heads new manager."

"I heard that!" Daniels shot at me, eyes still fixed on the monitor, as AJ's music began to play through the arena.

"You where supposed to shit head." I shot back.

This caused James to laugh once again, before another man stepped up beside him.

"Come on man we got to get ready for our match!" The man said.

"Cant you see i'm talking here?" James shot back, as thr man turned, seeing me for the first time.

"Well hello, i'm.." He began to say before i cut him off.

"I know. Your Chris Harris. The fans like to call you pussycat." I smirked.

Chris glared at me slightly as Jame's smile widened. As it did, Chris's music began to play throughout the entire arena.

"Remeber what i told you." Daniels shot, finally tearing his eyes away from the monitor to look at me.

I rolled my eyes and flipped him off. "Go to hell Daniels."

Daniels groaned once again in anger before placing his hood on top of his head and heading up the ramp.

I turned back around to see Chris and James smiling wildly.

"I miss something?" I sighed.

"Its just, we ahve never seen anyone talk to Chris like that." James said with a smile.

"Really? I am suprised no one has stood up to the dickhead by now." I shrugged, hoping up onto one of the equipment crates, and watching the match from the larger monitor on the oppisite wall.

"Mind if we join you?" James asked with a smile

"Free country." I shrugged.

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It was about 14 minutes into the match when Daniels was able to catch AJ off guard with a wicked clothesline. Both of them were tired and winded, but Daniels managed to get up on his knee's, and signal towards the ramp.

"I think that's your que." James said, as i sat staring at the monitor.

"Yah probably." I shrugged, jumping off the crate but not moving anywhere.

"You going?" James asked with a smile.

"Nah, let him sweat it out a little." I said with a smirk, watching as Daniels continued to signal towards the ramp. Finally he stopped, and just glared at the empty tunnel.

I sighed and walked off towards the ramp.

"Good luck TV." James called after me.

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"What the hell took you so long?" Daniels shot at me as i slid into the ring

"I, got caught in traffic?" I lied, knowing it would set him off.

"Just get me, a god damn chair." He said through gritted teeth.

"Say please." I shot, taking a step towards him and smirking.

"Get me the chair."

"Say please and i'll do it."

Daniels sighed heavily. "Please, get me a fucking chair." He said, as he clentched his fists.

"Could have done with out the profanity, but we'll work on that." I said, my smirk widening, before i climbed back out of the ring and grabbed a chair, tossing it over the top rope to Daniels.

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"Lady's and gentleman, your winner, and NEW Number one contender for the X Division title, The Fallen Angel, Christopher, Daniels."

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And so ends another chapter. Ya'll like?

-PA6