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I motioned for a microphone and Lillian ran to give me hers. She told me welcome back and shook my hand lightly. I gave her a small smile then turned to JBL.I began to notice that I was the only one not in something expensive. Note to self, when entering a ring full of rich people, wear something expensive! The other three had on expensive looking suits and skirts in Stephanie's case. I was in black cargo pants and a Guns N' Roses shirt. Which for the whole outfit it would've cost less than fifty dollars. While theirs probably cost hundreds. See what I mean? JBL's face was of shock and a hint of fear.
"Long time no see, John." I said, with an evil smirk at his fear. I took a couple of steps forward, so I stood directly in front of him.
"Do you think me incapable of running Raw?" He leaned towards me, the microphone lifted to his mouth. I resisted the urge to move my head backward in disgust. Don't get me wrong. I respect that he is a good businessman and has made tons of money. I just don't like him. I respect him, just don't like him.
"Yes. I believe that you cannot run this show and all the matches you've won were by luck!" He exclaimed at me. Uh, I'm right here. You have a microphone, you don't have to yell. And get a breath mint man! I simply nodded my head, stepping back to extend a hand to him. He looked at me suspiciously, as if not trusting me. Smart idea, but he doesn't know that does he?
"Alright, alright. Thank you for being honest." He looked from my hand to my face, still suspicious. He hesitantly put his hand out to shake my own slowly.
"Although, you've never faced me before, have you JBL?" My hand tightened on his, my arm pulled him towards me. My other arm dropped the microphone and grabbed the collars of both his suit jacket and shirt. I flipped him over my shoulder on to the mat behind me. I straightened, giving him my 'deathly smirk' as JR called it.
He moaned in pain, turning onto his stomach. I picked up my microphone and his hat, turning around to face him. I kicked him to turn him onto his back and dropped his hat on his face.
"Next time, watch who you insult." One of the referees standing by came onto the ring and checked him. Apparently, they believed I had hurt him enough to take him away on a stretcher. Did I really hurt him that much? I didn't think so; I mean I could hurt him enough that he needs a stretcher. But, they kept me away from him, telling me to calm down. Man people! I am calm. Who do you think I am, Kane or The Undertaker? I am perfectly calm.
The McMahons had left the ring already, about the time he was up in my face. I knew it was a commercial break, due to Michael commenting on it. I had planned on going backstage and trying to meet all the superstars, old and new. But, I guess they wanted to come to me. First was Mickie James, after waving to the crowd she slid into the ring.(literally!)
"It's an honor to meet you!" She told me first, shaking my hand happily.
"I've always admired you! You're one of my inspirations!" Happy little thing, isn't she?
"Thank you. I'm glad to be an inspiration for the Divas. Don't be afraid to challenge the men, 'kay Mickie?" I told her, giving her a smile. She's one of my favorite Divas. To be honest, I only have two favorites: Mickie James and Cherry. She nodded happily; I guess she was glad to get inspiration from one of her inspirations. I was going to say something else to her, but I was cut off by someone else's music.
I've watched Raw, ECW, Smackdown and any PPVs I could get, but I still don't know who's coming out just from their music. This time it was Batista, who was looking very sharp in his jeans and white wife beater. Makes my mouth water from just looking at him. Mickie gave me one last smile and then returned backstage. Batista did his normal routine, which gave me time to stare at him without him noticing. He joined me in the ring, shaking my hand first. He then surprised me by kissing the back of my hand, woo! Finally, a gentleman in this company! Well, besides Ric Flair.
"Dave, at your service." He told me, smiling.
"So if someone gets outta hand, I can call you to take care of it, instead of getting my hands dirty?"
"If you need me to, yes."
"I'll keep that in mind. I probably won't need you too much, just to give you a heads up."
"Are you always this charming?" I asked him, giving a small smile.
"I try to be. Is it working?" he gave me another smile.
"A little."
Batista left just before John Cena came out. Cena too looked delectable, why don't they ever look this way on TV? Which goes to show, live events let you experience more. He wore his normal shorts and Cenanation jersey, along with the baseball cap. I liked the cap; one, it was camo, two "You can't see me" is on it. Which is funny is you think about it.
He slid into the ring and took a minute to look me over. Then he stuck out a hand, giving me the 'Cena smile' as I called it. The smile that says, 'I know I'm hot and I know you think I am too.'
"John Cena." He introduced himself. He had a firm grip, shows he's confident.
"Anna." It didn't get much further due to opera music beginning to play. Cena shook his head, giving me a final Cena smile. Apparently, no one wanted to start anything in front of me. First day, got to make a good impression. Santino came down the ramp, a cocky smirk on his face.
"I do not care if you are the 'Rapier.' Santino does not bow to any woman." Can't even say Reaper, can you Santino? And you are going to have to get over that, since I'm General Manager and your boss now.
"Alright." I told him, punching him in the jaw, then in the stomach. He hunched over, isn't that considered a bow in some countries? The next second Beth Phoenix was stomping down the ring. She bent to check Santino, then stomped over to me. She tried to stare me down, oh yawn! Been there done that; except to people like the Big Show and Mark Henry. She was trying to scare me, ooh! I'm so scared! Ha!
"How dare you!" She whispered fiercely. She swung at me; I caught her hand, squeezing her wrist painfully until she cried out.
"You should watch who you pick fights with Beth. They could be stronger than you." I taunted her, then shoved her into Santino. They tumbled over the ropes to the floor. They stumbled up the ramp, just as CM Punk came out. Ah, the World Heavyweight champion. Exactly the man I wanted to see.
He introduced himself, then I told him of my idea. He agreed to discuss it with me later. I thought that all the people that wanted to meet me had come out, so I thought I should head backstage. Apparently, there were still a few people left to see. The first was Mark Henry himself. Didn't know ECW was here as well. He stalked up to me, making sure I saw his ECW Championship. He looked at the belt then at me.
"Glad you decided to come back. Now I get another chance to beat you into the floor." He finished getting in my face. I may have to buy these guys some breath mints myself and force them down their throats. He left without another word. I shook my head with a chuckle. I'll be the one to beat him into the floor, again!
The next two surprised me, coming down the ramp was the Hardys. Both jumped into the ring, Jeff going to rile the crowd. Matt came to me, shaking my hand first, then giving me a hug.
"Welcome back Anna. Good to have you here." He told me. I was able to tell him thanks before someone jumped on my back.
"Hey Aunt Re-Re! Welcome back!" I heard Jeff whisper happily in my ear. He had his arms around my shoulders, while I had a hold of his legs around my waist.
"I'm not your aunt." I told him.
" But it's so much funner to call you Aunt Re-Re!"(Yes, I know funner is not a real word. But I'm making it one!) It's no use arguing with him, he'll call me it anyway.
"I want a hug then." He told me.
"Then get off my back, Nero." He laughed at my nickname for him. This was normal, he gave me a name, and I called him by his middle name. He let go of me and slid onto his feet. I turned around and was tackle hugged by Jeff, Matt joining soon after.
"Missed ya, Annie." Matt said.
"We definitely missed you, Anna." Jeff told me. Aw, they missed me! They stopped hugging me when someone else's music started. We all turned only to see Kane walking towards us, bag in hand.