Disclaimer: I do not own, know, or represent anyone from any real world wrestling organization. This is just a fan fiction, and the portrayal, likeness, etc are just character depictions and in no way represent the actual personalities of the men and women in the stories. It's just a little story.
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Chapter 2; Meet the Opposition
Los Angeles… 7:30 AM
Even though it took a lot of convincing, Melina decided to allow Shelly to stay over until they got everything sorted out on where she would be living. She understood Booker T's idea on how 'living and together makes a team stronger', but Melina was thinking bigger than the tag team division. She was thinking of headlining Wrestlemania one day in the first ever women's main event match. She wanted to build herself up past the level anyone before her ever reached. She wasn't satisfied with being able to compete with Beth Phoenix and Natalya, she wanted to be on the same performance level as CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, Shawn Michaels, and other wrestling elite in all of the world.
She fell asleep the night before in John Morrison's arms and set Shelly up in the guest room that was mostly used for John's stretching, weight lifting, and cardio work along with her. She had John purchase a mattress to have moved into the room so Shelly could sleep in it, and hopefully be content with the limited amount of entertainment inside the room.
Melina's alarm went off, and she groaned in annoyance. She was getting to the best part of her dream. She had just hit the Sunset Split on The Undertaker for the third time, and was one second from ending the streak! She didn't feel John's chest on her cheek this morning – and instead she was clinging to one of her silky soft pillows.
She felt his body behind her though. She figured maybe he rolled over or something. At any rate, he was closer to the alarm clock than she was.
"Babe…" Melina groaned as she tried to sneak in another five minutes of rest. "Babe…" She repeated, now starting to roll over. "Can you stop the alarm…?" Groggy, she rolled over and placed her arm over his torso and set her cheek on his soft bosom.
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…
..Wait.
Soft bosom?
Melina's eyebrows lowered with concern and confusion. She reached up with one hand and placed her hand on the other clothed breast near her head. This…
This sure as hell wasn't John.
Melina shot straight up onto her knees with wide eyes as she saw Shelly laying there next to her with her hands behind her head. This morning, she was dressed in an oversized Zack Ryder T-Shirt, and seemingly nothing else.
"Shelly!" Melina shrieked as she clutched her sheets to her own body. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?!"
Shelly was calm with a wide Cheshire-like grin on her face. "Team bonding! Plus, I was bored sleepin' in there by myself."
There were no words to match how furious Melina was. She half-expected John to be somewhere in the room…and how did he react to Shelly sneaking in?!
Melina rubbed the side of her head with her left hand while she clutched the sheets closer to her body. "…Where…is…John?"
"He is making breakfast or something." Shelly shrugged her shoulders and started to sit up. "Pancakes, fruit, blah-blah. So, I'm gonna go take a shower, and I'm gonna go out for a jog. Wanna join me?"
Melina considered it as she fell back onto her pillow and stared up at the ceiling. "We'll do all of that when we hit the gym…"
"Alright…" Shelly exhaled and climbed out of the bed fully. "By the way, we got a lot to talk about, chica. I'm expecting an e-mail from Booker about the Smackdown Card."
Melina was eager to see just who their competition would be in total, so she was going to do her best to stay focused. "We'll talk about it when it comes. Go ahead and shower, I'm gonna go check in on John…"
When the two women parted for now, Melina quickly threw on her black silk robe with her blue leopard print sash to tie about her waist. She always felt like…Ric Flair when she wore it, but this time when she walked into the kitchen with her hair untamed, she tried to prevent herself from doing a miniature Flair-Strut.
As expected, John was setting their table with three plates of pancakes, sliced fruit, orange juice…for Shelly, and the dreaded protein shake in the blender. Morrison was entirely topless with his Los Angeles Lakers basketball shorts on around his waist that hung a bit low on his sculpted physique worthy of Michaelangelo's praises. His hair always looked perfect, as if he just stepped out of GQ Magazine and into their home. For some reason or another, J-Mo had his sunglasses on as well.
"I figured you would be hungry after yelling at Shelly." John spoke calmly as he finished setting the table. He opened his arms as Melina approached him and welcomed her into his warm embrace. "She complimented my abs, but I assure you I had no physical contact with that woman. I fear it would end with my vehicle sitting on bricks, and my Guru-kidneys robbed from my spectacular physique."
Melina wrinkled her nose while she hugged him and put her head on his chest. "She's going to kill me." She spoke low as she heard the shower coming on in the background. "She's really going to kill my career. I can feel it."
"Relax," John said, now gently stroking her back. "I felt the same way about a lot of things. However, in the end, I proved to be too great for my obstacles. Think about it…I made The Miz get taken seriously, and he went on to headline a Wrestlemania. I made the ECW Championship relevant, and above all…? I maintained a healthy relationship with the hottest woman on the planet…"
Melina smiled. Despite their playful ego-trips there was a lot of sincerity between the two. There was a special intangible thing they could not explain that kept them connected. Sure they had things in common, sure they both loved what they did, sure they both had a certain charisma, but their love was stronger than Mark Henry, bigger than The Great Khali, and was destined to last longer than the Nature Boy Ric Flair's illustrious career.
They were the total package and she knew it; they complimented one another in ways she could hardly even begin to express. "The hottest woman besides you of course." She said playfully as the two shared a laugh. She looked up to him with her eyelids narrowing, her lips almost called for his as she smiled.
They leaned closer and shared a brief series of small pecks that led to Morrison's hand stroking her silk-covered outer thigh. He took charge and gripped her behind the knee and hoisted her thigh alongside his waist. His hand behind her back held her firmly to him as he leaned over and dipped her dramatically.
"You're funny." John flashed a smile and gazed at her though his several-thousand-dollar-frames. "Is it your sense of humor that's got me…all tangled in love with you?" He asked quietly while removing his hand from her thigh long enough to lift his sunglasses on top of his head. Following this motion, he brushed his hand through her wild morning hair gracefully.
In response to his words, Mel's other leg left the ground and coiled about the waist of J-Mo. She brought both arms around him as he held her up easily. "Maybe one of the things. The other two are Velma," She motioned her head toward her left leg. "And Daphne." Then she motioned to her right leg.
"I love when they split-up." Morrison grinned while starting to stand upright with his girlfriend wrapped around his body like a clingy child. "Unfortunately…the hidden cameras, live feeds, and the like prevent me from having an Iron Man match with you in the kitchen, if you catch my drift. That will have to wait or be moved to appointed locations."
Melina's entire mood changed when she heard about the…hidden cameras. She remembered they were being recorded, but she didn't know that was NOW! "…I'm-sorry-what?"
Immediately her legs uncoiled from around her boyfriend and she backed off of him. She quickly started to fix up her hair best she could, as well as straighten out her robe. She didn't want to look a complete mess with people watching!
"…I suppose you didn't read the contact." John said calmly as he pulled his sunglasses back over his eyes.
Melina felt like burning that contract at the moment, but she wasn't going to throw away her opportunity. "What is it with that contact and the fine print…?!" She muttered under her breath as she headed to the breakfast table for now. "…Well, Daphne and Velma are going to stay together for now. Sorry, 'Fred'."
A little while later after breakfast, Shelly finally got the mail she was waiting on from Booker T. Immediately, she rushed to find Melina who was finally dressing for the day.
As Mel pulled her hair into a ponytail, Shell rushed into the bathroom beside her with her phone pushing right into the woman's cheek. "BOOM!" Shelly shouted, which startled Melina as if Shelly came in with a knife!
"Ah?!" Melina flinched and stepped back from Shelly. She looked at Shelly like she was a lunatic, but her eyes kept flicking down to the message on the screen of the smart phone. "What's this? The card?"
Shelly nodded with her lips pursed and puckered, but spread out into a big close-lipped smile. "Mmhm!" She pulled the phone back and placed one fist on her tilted hip while she began to read. "Sixteen All-Female teams. The teams will be as follows; The Bella Twins, AJ Lee and Ayako Hamada, Mio and Io Shirai, Molly Holly and Maryse, Sereena Deeb and Kana, Christina Von Eerie and MsChif, Daffney and Isis the Amazon, Shaul Guerrero and Charlotte Flair, Naomi Night and Cameron Lynn, Gail Kim and Victoria, Jazz and Tamina, Sarita Stock and Kharma, Beth Phoenix and Natalya, Angelina Love and Velvet Sky, Melina and Shelly Martinez, and Maria and Lena Yada."
Shelly glanced up at her partner, then back down to the screen. "There will be a tournament leading up to the Royal Rumble where the first ever WWE Diva's Tag Team Champions will be crowned. However, this week on Smackdown there will be a thirty-two diva rumble involving every member of the teams listed above. This match will be over the top rope elimination style, where when one partner is eliminated, the entire team is. Blah-blah-blah…"
"Wait," Melina held her index finger up. "What's the blah-blah-part?" She learned from the whole 'did you read the contract' business already.
Shelly shrugged her shoulders. "I donno. Some mess about us doin' a promotional interview sometime before the match. So, we're gonna go under the name SnM okay?"
The stress was piling up on Melina's mind. Now she had to get ready to shoot an interview with Shelly? They had to get on the same page and quick so that they would not look sloppy amongst their competition. "Why do you get top billing? Why can't it be MnS?..Oh wait…S n' M…like S&M…Slave and Master…"
"Bondage."
"Freaky stuff. Got it." Melina squinted and just waved her hand dismissively at her partner. "Alright, SnM it is. We have to hit he gym tonight to get in sync. We have to be mentally and physically on the same page." Melina looked away from Shelly and shut her eyes. She took a deep breath and spoke positive, reinforcing words. "We have this. We will do well and we will meet and exceed expectations. Shelly, we are going to be a good team, and we are going to launch each other into superstardom. We are totally in sync, we're friends, and we're…"
Melina heard a beer can crack open, and immediately her eyebrows furrowed downward half in confusion and half in annoyance. "Shelly…" Melina exhaled. "…Are you drinking beer this early in the morning?"
Shelly paused while the can was to her lips. She slowly put it down on the bathroom countertop while giving Melina a non-blinking gaze of surprise. She slowly pushed the beer can beside the toothbrushes. "…It's not mine, I swear."
"You know what?" Melina shut her eyes again. "It's alright. I'm entirely fine with it. Just remember, gym, tonight, then we're doing the interview ASAP. Has anyone else done theirs?"
Shelly checked her phone and waited about ten seconds before she responded. "Yea'. Looks like Sarita and Kharma are the first ones with a video. Here, check it out." Shelly tapped her thumb on the screen and stood beside Melina so they both could view the video.
A computerized voice spoke as white text appeared over a black background. "This message has been paid for by Sarita Stock and the good folks in World Wrestling Entertainment."
As the video started, it began with Sarita Stock, aka Sarah Stock or Sarita from TNA fame standing in front of Kharma, who was also known as Amazing/Awesome Kong. Sarita was dressed in her black single-sleeved ring attire with its pink and silver trimming over her chest and sleeve. Her left arm had a half-sleeve that extended from her hand and just over her elbow. Behind her, Kharma was in her usual dark ring attire with her large arms folded firmly across her chets.
Sarita was grimacing in a menacing manner just before she began to speak. "My name…is Sarita Stock. This…" She looked behind her to Kharma then back to the camera, this time with a slight grin while her thumb pointed back to her. "This is my good friend, my insurance policy…Kharma. You see…the two of us are a team simply destined for greatness. I…" Sarita pointed to herself now as her brow lowered. "…I have donated millions of my hard earned money to charities, I feed starving children, I pay the bills of less than fortunate families where I can, I help victims of natural disasters and I am always the first one in line!" She sounded more angry than 'cocky' about her charity.
Sarita continued on as Kharma gave her support with a heavy pat on her partner's shoulder. "I give canned foods and toys to kids, I pay my taxes, but do I get an action figure made out of me? Do I get the respect I deserve? No!" She sliced both her arms across the air as her menacing grimace returned. She took her time to regain her composure with Kharma's support. "I…am a wonderful person! I am a role model! What goes around…comes around. With Kharma on my side?...All of you are going to learn a lesson in respect the hard way." She pointed directly at the screen as her expression melted into a smile. "See you on Smackdown, girls. StocKharma is a bit—."
The video cut out with static and the computerized voice repeating. "This message has been paid for by Sarita Stock and the good folks in World Wrestling Entertainment."
As the video cut out entirely, Melina glanced over at Shelly. "Well, they don't seem that bad." After taking a deep breath, she tapped Shelly on her shoulder twice. "I'll take Sarita, you get Kharma? K'-bye!" With that, Melina rushed out of the bathroom as Shelly's eyes went wide.
"Oh HELL no! Why do I gotta fight her?!" Shelly chased after Melina. "Get a quarter, we'll flip for it…!"
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Tune in Next Time for the Diva's Rumble!
A/N: Just a quick update, pacing up to the main action. I think I have a good cast of female wrestlers and I have a general path for the events leading to the Royal Rumble. Feedback is always appreciated! One reviewer asked for some cute moments between Melina and J-Mo…I'm working on building that as well.
For the readers, I'd like to know what you think about the teams(if you're familiar with most of them).
Thanks in advance!