Chapter 15

After Zelia took a 20 minute break to calm her racing heart and have a decent cry, she walked back inside the arena. Stephanie told her she'd receive her script on what to do tonight to start her character off being with Team Hell No. The writers were working diligently to change the script for Team Hell No and Paul was busy informing them on what was transpiring that night. Zelia stared in the full length mirror and couldn't believe the reflection staring back at her.

She was unrecognizable.

Her lips were painted a deep dark blood red and her eyes were completely smoked out, really bringing the jade in them out. Eyelashes were curled and mascaraed and Zelia's face as coated in a natural foundation to hide any blemishes she had. There weren't many. Her outfit was a pair of skinny black jeans that were low on her hips along with a blood red corset top that laced up the front, zipped on the left side and hugged all of her curves. Black 2-inch knee-high steel toed boots encased her feet, the skinny black jeans tucked in them since they had blood red flames embroidered up the sides. Zelia's raven tresses had loose banana curls throughout them to give it some bounce and style. It pooled over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. Swallowing hard, Zelia clipped the black choker around her neck to complete the outfit and lowered her eyes from the mirror, fighting tears back.

"Zelia, are you alright in there sweetie?" Janet asked through the door, tapping on the door and jolting her out of her thoughts.

"Y-Yeah…" She cleared her throat, knowing she couldn't let her emotions overwhelm her and squared her shoulders, stepping out.

Janet smiled softly, placing her hands on Zelia's shoulders. "You look exquisite. Now go out there and break a few thousand hearts." She winked, heading back to her station to do AJ's makeup for the night.

"Easier said than done." Zelia mumbled under her breath and headed in the direction of Team Hell No's locker room.

Meanwhile, Glen could NOT believe the words coming out of Paul Levesque's mouth and felt like being hurled off of a cliff. What the hell were they thinking pulling Zelia from her stage crew job and making her a Diva? Did they think it was really that easy to do what AJ, Celeste, Natalie and the other Divas did in the ring? Apparently so. To make matters worse, Glen had gotten a call from his screaming wife wanting a divorce. Crystal had received a phone call from someone anonymous and they told her he was screwing Zelia. That automatically made him want to go down to the Shield locker room and strangle Jonathan Good because he was the one throwing around all the accusations regarding him and Zelia lately. However, Bryan was the more levelheaded of the two and took the phone from him to talk to Crystal, trying to calm her down. Crystal managed to do so and told Bryan to tell Glen they would be having a very long talk when he got home on Wednesday.

"So, let me get this straight: You want Zelia Bell to be our valet and…" Bryan's mouth closed when the door opened and all eyes turned to face the new and improved Zelia Bell. "Whoa…"

Zelia immediately lowered her eyes to the floor, hearing the door shut behind her and leaned against the nearest wall out of the way. "I-I can wait outside…"

"No need." Paul beamed at her new look and couldn't believe how well this worked out. "You look beautiful, Miss Bell. Are you ready for tonight?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Zelia tried sounding enthusiastic about it, but her curdling stomach prevented her from feeling any sort of excitement about this situation. "W-Where do I get my script?"

Glen knew he wasn't on the greatest terms with Zelia, but he could tell how terrified she was about this. "So this is a done deal? We have no say in this?"

He didn't want Zelia to think he didn't want her on their team. Hell, he'd been the one to try encouraging her to become a Diva and even tried trained her for a little while. She walked away from it though, claiming it wasn't for her. Now all of a sudden, Zelia was their valet and would become a WWE Diva. So to say Glen was confused was an understatement.

"It's fine." Zelia assured him before Paul could open his mouth, refusing to let anyone know she was basically forced into this predicament. "They came to me with the idea and I agreed." She kept her voice soft and even, not wanting to give anything away that she was lying through her teeth.

Paul was pleased with her response and acceptance of this, nodding. "See boys, she's all on board with this and you should be too. Now then, there is one more wrench we want to put into this rebirth for Team Hell No."

"Wrench?" Bryan questioned, sharing a troubled look with Glen. "What kind of wrench?"

Paul grinned, hazel eyes gleaming wickedly. "First off Miss Bell, have you thought of a ring name for yourself?"

"I-I wasn't aware I had to come up with one…"

Stephanie really had to learn to do what she was told, Paul thought, hiding his annoyance well. "Not a problem, you need to come up with one because your character isn't just going to be the valet of Team Hell No."

Now Zelia was confused and felt her stomach tightening once again, worry flashing through her jade eyes. "I-It's not?" Paul shook his head as a response. "What about…Z?"

"Just Z?" Paul stroked his chin thoughtfully, shrugging. It really didn't matter what her name was anyway as long as it was something other than her real name. "Very well, Z it is."

"Now what else will my character do?" Zelia asked, trying not to sound demanding, but this anxiety was almost too much for her.

Taking her hand, Paul placed it in Glen's and stepped back. "Your character will also be Kane's love interest."

Zelia felt her heart plummet right to the depths of her stomach as soon as Paul said that and had to fight back tears. "K-Kane's love interest?"

Paul nodded, seeing the murderous look in Glen's eyes and ignored it. "Yes, we think that will get fans to like the team better if they have a woman added to the mix, especially when it's…intimate."

Oh god, Zelia thought, immediately snatching her hand out of Glen's and wrapped her arms around herself. If she didn't do this, she'd lose her job. She could tell Glen was NOT happy about this and neither was Bryan. They both wanted to strangle Paul Levesque and she honestly wanted to help. It was bad enough she had to be forced into this and couldn't do her job on the ring crew anymore, but now – now they were going one step further.

"I don't think Kane needs a love interest." Glen spoke up, stepping in front of Zelia before Paul could say another word to her. "Kane is MY character, I should have a say in what goes on with him…"

"Glen." Zelia spoke from behind in the softest of voices, making him turn around to stare down at her. "It's fine. I know you don't want Kane to have a love interest, but…if that's what they want, that's what they get. I'll do it." She had no choice if she wanted to keep her job and she had a feeling Paul would fire Glen if he didn't go with the idea either.

Paul seemed to accept that, squaring his shoulders. "Go down to the writers and grab your script. You'll be interfering in the match tonight. Team Hell No is facing the Prime Time Players." They were Darren Young –His real name was Fred Rosser- and Titus O'Neil –His real name was Thaddeus Bullard. "Ted DiBiase is going to be out there as part of the show because it's old school Raw tonight. The script will tell you more, but it will be during the match."

As soon as Paul walked out, Glen let out a growl and punched one of the lockers, letting some of his anger out. "That no good piece of SHIT!" He had to calm down because he didn't want to scare Zelia. "What the hell is going on?"

"I have no idea." This was the first time Zelia said more than 3 words to Glen since that night after New Year's Eve a little over 2 months ago. "I was brought into Stephanie's office after Ben was paged and now I'm here…in this monstrosity."

"You look hot." Bryan commented with a smile, trying to ease the tension in the room because he knew Glen was ticked off. "Come on Big Red, we gotta focus on our match tonight and now we have a beautiful lady on our arm. Or will anyway. How about I escort you down to get your script, Zel?"

Zelia nodded, refusing to meet Glen's eyes because she was still angry with him for what he did to Jon and walked out with Bryan. "This is so awkward." She groaned, shaking her head and tried avoiding eye contact with everything they passed. "I have no idea why they suddenly pinpointed me of all people to do this."

Bryan shrugged, not having a clue what to say to her regarding that. "You know Glen is sorry for what he did right? He was only doing it because he cares a great deal about you. And he wanted to try to get Good to see that you two were just friends."

"By torturing him with Calaway?" Zelia cocked a brow, not believing that for a second. "No, it was to show his dominance right along with Mark. Don't try to bullshit me, Danielson."

"I'm not." Bryan said honestly, holding his hands up in defense. "I'm serious. Glen had nothing to do with the sparring. Glen did know Mark was going to ask Jon to spar, but he honestly just wanted to make things right and failed miserably. Mark was the one who took it upon himself to show his dominance, but Good held his own. I'll give him that. I just think you and Glen need to talk this out and become friends again, especially now that you're being forced to work with us."

"I'm not being forced…"

"Zelia, don't bullshit me." Bryan had been in the game for a while now and could sense when something wasn't right. "You can lie to Glen all you want, but we go way back even before this company. And you can't tell me that you weren't forced into this."

Lowering her head more, Zelia felt a few tears fall from her eyes and could only hope it didn't smear. "Please don't say anything to anyone, especially Valisa. I'll tell her. I just have to find the right time to do it."

Bryan nodded, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders. "It'll all work out. Thank you for being honest with me. Now come on, let's get your script so we can figure out what the hell is going down tonight." He had to grab his and Glen's since there's had the last minute change on it due to Zelia joining Team Hell No.

Nodding, Zelia blinked the rest of her tears away and walked inside the writing office, grabbing her script. She leafed through the pages and found the Team Hell No part, seeing what she had to do. It was simple, very basic. She really didn't need a script to actually do it. Right before the match ended, she'd run out to the ring with a fire extinguisher, blast the Prime Time Players with it and that would give the referee enough of a distraction for Team Hell No to pick up the victory. Not that they needed any outside interference, but Zelia had to follow the script nonetheless just like everyone else.

When they arrived back in Team Hell No's locker room, Zelia froze at the sight of Mark Calaway, not expecting him to be there. Both Mark and Glen turned to face her while Bryan remained by her side. The tension in the room was so thick it couldn't be cut with the sharpest blade and Zelia felt sick to her stomach. Not only was she being forced to be a WWE Diva in order to save her job and had to deal with working close with Glen, but now there was Mark to contend with since he was making his return tonight.

"What the hell happened, Zelia?" Mark demanded, cutting straight to the chase. "Who did this?"

Zelia could see the anger in Mark's eyes and lowered hers to the floor, clasping her hands in front of her. "I-I was paged to Stephanie's office and…"

"Did you tell the fuckin' Princess you didn't want to be a WWE Diva? Or are they forcin' you to do this?" Mark had been in this business a very long time, 2 decades, and knew how everything worked around here. "Because by law, if they threatened your job, you could sue the shit outta them…"

"No." Zelia's head snapped up when she heard that, denying it to the fullest of her abilities and hoped Bryan kept his mouth shut. "No, they asked me if I would become Team Hell No's valet and I accepted. There wasn't any…ultimatum or anything like that."

Mark didn't believe that and knew she was lying through her teeth, quickly closing the space between them. "Zelia, I know we're not on good terms right now, darlin'…"

"Don't." Zelia held her hand up, not wanting to start crying again because she knew she'd have to get her makeup redone before the show. "We can talk about that later, we have a show to put on first. Everything else will have to wait. I'm gonna go get my makeup redone and give you guys some more time to get ready and whatnot."

Mark watched her walk out the door and looked back at Glen, both of their eyes narrowing. "I think I'm gonna go have a chat with the Princess and find out just what the fuck is goin' on."

Bryan stepped in Mark's way, shaking his head. "Didn't you hear what she said?" He had to protect Zelia's secret and job. "She told you what happened and it's her decision on what she wants to do."

"She's lyin' though. Those mother fuckers are makin' her do this."

"And you going down there will only make it worse, Deadman." Bryan reasoned, pleading with the big man to see things from his point of view. "Just leave her be and let her do her thing. We'll figure out what's going on after tonight's show, but one way or another she is going out there tonight and she will become our valet."

"He's right, man." Glen finally spoke, his voice deep and low. "Nothin' will happen to her out there. Bryan's right, we need to focus on the show right now and you need to go get ready since you're openin' tonight. We'll talk more about this later."

Mark agreed and walked out of the locker room, deciding to leave this alone for now, but it definitely wouldn't be forgotten anytime soon.