Disclaimer: I only own the OCs. WWE is owned by Vince McMahon. TNA is owned by whoever.
Chapter Nine:
"Okay, so…I'm listening." Dixie told Manny as she sat down across from her at Starbucks.
Manny held onto her crutch to her side before smirking. "Well, I heard that WWE thinks we're going to attack." She whispered.
"And, we're planning to."
"I don't think we should. We should do it when they least expect it, and well, they expect it…"
Dixie's lips curved into a smile. "That may just be a good idea."
"I agree, and so…I was also thinking you should strip me of my title and put my on the injured list."
Dixie's eyes widened. "We can't do that, people watch for you. We'd lose viewers."
"Yeah, but, we'll lose them for now, but if the WWE superstars thinks I'm injured and out, they won't prepare for me to be with y'all when we do attack them on live TV. The people will watch and turn into TNA that Thursday."
"I don't know…when will you be healed?"
"About…two months."
"No, then…we can't risk it."
"Oh come on…besides, I really am injured so this could work in our favor. They'll think I'm scared and that we're chickening out. They won't suspect an attack if we don't attack within a month…"
"I'll have to talk to Spike TV. See if they'll okay it."
"WWE wants a war, Dix…that's what they'll get. But we need to have a game plan if you want me to be in this war, I don't plan on losing. I will not, and can not lose. I have too much at risk. No one would understand."
Dixie nodded. "I'm on your side, Manuela. TNA is on your side."
"Well, let's pray Spike is too…and more importantly the fans…we can't do this without them."
"That we can't…" she agreed, "that we can't."
Two Months Later
Manny sighed, if there was one talk she didn't expect to have ever in the world it would be this one.
"Okay, so…do you remember what I said?"
She looked up from the crossword she was doing in the newspaper and rolled her eyes. "AJ, how many times do I have to tell you…I know how to use a condom properly, geese. And I didn't have to drunkenly fuck Randy Orton for that."
AJ's face fell. "I'm just trying to watch out for you."
"I do not…and will not…ever, ever have sex again…until I'm married."
"Fine." AJ pouted.
"Oh how mature, Allen."
He glared. "It's AJ."
"Sure. Fine, okay then, AJ."
"So what are we doing here anyways?"
"I'm waiting for Dixie, we were supposed to meet here, and you…well you just came here to buy whatever and then go."
"I'm not leaving you here by yourself. There could be divas attacking and shit."
"Oh yes…how scary…skinny ass pretty chicks—not including the ones that look like men—that can't fight what so ever trying to kill me. Lovely, and then you guard me, like…like, I'm some sort of…" her voice trailed off.
"Little sister," he finished. "It's my job as an older brother to look out for you."
"Somehow I feel like I've chosen the wrong field, I'm a professional wrestler, not a damn…damn…person who needs protection! I kick ass for a living."
He sighed. "Why can't you just accept that I love you?"
"I do and it freaks me the fuck out. AJ, I don't love you. I can barely stand you. Yet here you sit, ten minutes after giving me a talk about how to use a condom. A condom AJ! That's how you know you need to back the hell up out my life, si?"
"That's it, Manny. I back out of your life and you get into these big ass messes. Why don't you like me? Do I come on a little too strong?"
Manny looked to her watch. "I knew I shouldn't have came early." She stood. "You stay here and if Dixie comes tell her we'll have to do this by cell. As long as nobody's taping our wires. I can't be here while you're here. Explain that to her, I'm sure she'll love to hear it."
AJ watched as Manny walked away. He didn't understand her, not for one second. It was impossible for anyone to think he and his sister shared the same DNA. But then again she was his half-sister and for all he knew she could take after her mother.
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Manny got comfortable in her bed before her cell phone rang. She grabbed it off the side table before answering it, not bothering to see whose name flashed on the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"I—it's m-me." The voice stuttered, their teeth chattered together as they sniffled.
"What's wrong?" Manny didn't know who was on the other line as she couldn't decipher the voice.
"Shane, he…he…" she sobbed onto the phone.
"Shane?" she questioned, she began to wonder if the person had the right number.
"Man…ny. He broke up with me because I'm a knockout."
Manny's eyes winded and she knew instantly who she was talking to; Jamie.
"Jamie, where are you, babe?"
"I went to Angel's but she didn't answer her door or her cell. I remember she had a date." Jamie sniffled again.
"You can come over, hun…do you need me to pick you up?"
"I can drive. I'll be…th—there soon, Manny. Thanks."
"Anytime. You know, I have some Ben and Jerry's in the freezer just waiting to be opened up."
"Do it."
"I shall, just get your butt over here."
"On my way, bye Jamie."
I hung up the phone before racing down stairs. I unlocked the door, before making my way to the kitchen. Phone in my hand. I dialed a number I hadn't called in a long while.
"Hello?" the sleepy voice asked.
"Don't act like you're sleep, it's what…only eleven pm."
"I do need my sleep you know!" the person shot back. "Who is this?"
"Manuela Jones." Manny smirked as the person groaned.
"What do you want? TNA's already caused an uproar; don't tell me you are trying to ruin my career."
"What the hell, Jeff don't be paranoid…you've got me all wrong. I'm just wondering why did your stupid ass friend break Jamie's heart!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Shane broke up with Jamie because she's T N A." she dragged the individual letters.
"I didn't know they broke up. Not too long ago he was talking about wifeing her."
"Not too long ago TNA wasn't in a war with WWE. A war that didn't even really get started."
"So…you are going to start something." He pressed.
"Jeff, I can't do shit. I'm still on the injured list. So hell, I don't know, they keep me out of the loop." She spoke. Her toes were healed, but she was still on the injured list, that much was truthful.
"Look, just talk to your friend and get him to chill out. Jamie loves him, he loves her. Don't let wrestling destroy that."
"Don't preach that to me. Preach that to them." Jeff yawned. "I have to go, Manuela. And…remember when I told you to lose my number before I left TNA?"
Manny nodded but knew he couldn't see it. "Yeah." Her voice was shaky.
"I meant it."
"I know, sorry."
"But I'm glad you kept it."
Manny grinned. "Good, but don't expect more calls from me. I have a reputation to uphold."
"And you've done a great job by sleeping with Orton. Bye now."
Manny groaned before hanging up her phone. Her door bell rang and she walked to the door.
"Who is it?" she question, but she knew it was probably Jamie.
"Jay."
She raised an eyebrow before looking thru her peephole, sure enough, there was Jay.
Manny unlocked the door and then opened it. She smiled. "Hey! What are you doing here?" confusion washed over her.
"I need someone to talk to. Adam has reached his breaking point. He and I got into an argument…Manny, I think his and my friendship is over."
"What…you and him…friendship…over? What, why? I don't understand. I used to envy your friendship. All the times you brought on those good jolly ol' memories."
Jay sighed before Manny moved out the way. "Come in. I'm expecting Jamie as well."
"Jamie?"
"Shane broke up with her…"
His eye's widened in surprised. "No lie?"
"No lie. But, tell me your friendship didn't end because of the TNA slash WWE war that didn't even begin yet?" Manny shut her door.
Jay frowned and scratched the back of his neck. "It did. He wants me to come back to WWE and tell them TNA's plans, but I won't do it."
"You always were loyal."
"And I'll continue to be…" his voice trailed off.
Manny sighed and knew that this war that has barely started was already breaking relationships; she knew it wouldn't be too long before she got hurt more than she already was. She just hoped it was physically more than mentally. She did not want to be in a white padded cell with a straight jacket by time this was over. But she knew that was probably the way it would be headed.
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A/n: Sorry I hadn't updated since May 10th. I had half this chapter written (which is actually way different than what you read) by my mom had deleted all the files on my computer. Nothing was saved, she used that restore CD you get when you by a computer thing. So, yeah... Either the next chap or the one after, I'm pretty sure TNA attacks WWE. I think the one after, but I dunno. Want me to continue? Update soon.