Revenge, Diva Style
Part
1
"I am so sick and TIRED of this shit!" Melina
screamed; tugging at her hair in frustration; pacing furiously in the Diva's
locker room. "Why do men have to be total and complete shits?"
"Sshh." Mickie scolded, her
arms wrapped around a sobbing Maria. "Honey, stop crying, you're going to
make yourself sick."
"He finally got what he wanted and then he d-dumped
me!"
Kelly Kelly was standing in the corner
of the room with her arms folded over her chest; her usually lovely face
contorted with anger and hurt.
They all looked up when Michelle McCool stormed in; looking
exasperated.
"You and 'Taker get into another fight?" Melina almost
sounded hopeful, nobody who was cheerful was allowed in the locker room
tonight. They had already sent Layla packing for whistling.
"No," She said shortly, dropping down onto the bench
with a sigh. "Shane."
That was all she needed to say, everyone in the room exchanged
significant looks.
"Did you tell 'Taker?" Mickie pressed gently.
"Oh yeah, sure." Michelle snorted. "Because he'd
only rip Shane's head off and lose his job, probably go to prison. I think
not."
The final straw was when the Bella twins walked in, wearing
identical disgusted looks.
Maria wiped her eyes; focusing on them. "What's wrong with
you two?" She asked hoarsely.
"Bitchtista." They said in unison.
"He just asked us BOTH out." Nikki said scowling.
Brie nodded, pushing her dark hair over her shoulder. "He
called it a 'double' date. As IF."
"Especially after everything he told everyone about…"
Melina and Kelly Kelly both growled.
"That I'm a nice girl but a bit of a drama queen?"
Melina suggested.
"Or that I'm too 'immature' for him?" Kelly added
scathingly.
"Well no kidding, you're how old?"
"Twenty-two."
"He probably felt like he was babysitting."
"Excuse me?! At least I'm not a drama bitch!"
"You little-"
Michelle and Mickie were quick to stop the pair from attacking
each other.
"Let's not fight, ladies." Michelle said calmly.
"Aren't we having enough problems without squabbling?"
Reluctantly they all agreed.
Now that calmness reigned, Mickie voiced what she had been
mulling over in her mind. "What we need to do is show these jerks that
just because they're men-"
"Assholes." Maria hiccupped.
"And powerful." Michelle added.
"They can't mess with us. And some revenge tossed in would
be nice."
The Bellas cracked identical evil
grins. Even Maria perked up a little.
Melina clapped her hands together, sharing a look with Kelly.
"We're in." Kelly said, breaking the silence that had
ensued after the revenge comment.
Mickie inhaled sharply, glancing towards the door to make sure
it was indeed shut. "Alright, this is what we're going to do…"
PART 2
Dave Bautista regarded himself in the full length mirror that
adorned the door of his locker room; reaching up to smooth away a stray eyebrow
hair before grinning at himself. Considering his age, he was quite well
preserved, if he did say so himself.
The eyebrow he had been grooming arched when there was a soft
rap at the door. "Come in?" Confusion turned into a charming,
seductive grin when the Bella twins hesitantly stepped into the room. "Can
I help you ladies?"
He wasn't sure which one was which, even with the tell-tale
flower in the one on the right's hair, but guessed it was Nikki, who was
smiling up at him.
"Well… we've thought about your… question, from the other
day." 'Nikki' said slowly, her red lips remaining curved up. "About a
'double' date."
'Brie' giggled, shaking her head as if that were naughty.
Dave felt his grin growing wider.
***
"I hope you ladies enjoyed dinner." Dave said, just a
little bit sourly; tucking his wallet into the back pocket of his black slacks.
Considering how petite they were, he was wondering just where they were keeping
all the food they had just eaten.
"It was delicious, David, thank you." Nikki, or was
she Brie, said sweetly; blotting her lips with a delicate lace handkerchief
that soon disappeared into her clutch.
Brie, or was it Nikkie, oh well, he
christened them Twin 1 and Twin 2; wrapping an arm around each of them; his
sour mood evaporating as Brie stared up at him. Unless he was mistaken –and
when it came to the bedroom, Dave seldom was- she was given him 'come hither'
eyes, sending a chill down his spine.
"I think… we should go somewhere… more comfortable."
She said huskily.
"Oh yes," Her twin agreed. "Somewhere, more… private."
"Lead on ladies," He grinned. "Lead on."
***
This 'double' date idea had to be the best idea Dave had had in
a long time, he thought as he shifted comfortably on the bed; reclining against
the wall as he watched the twins prance around the room. His eyes feasted on
them, taking in their identical red lingerie, watching as one of them poured
three glasses of red wine. Smirking to himself, he began unbuttoning his dress
shirt; holding out his arms when they joined him.
"Try this." Nikki said, raising the glass to his lips.
"Mmm…" He rumbled, taking a slow; deep sip, his eyes
meeting hers.
Behind them, Brie smirked evilly.
***
"You know, if it was anyone else, I might feel bad."
Brie commented dryly, kicking Dave lightly in the ribs with the toe of her
sneaker.
Nikki nodded; taking a drink of her own, untainted wine and
watched as Mark Calaway and Glenn Jacobs finished
packing away their… things. The sisters had changed before the on-screen
brothers had arrived; both much more comfortable in jeans and sweaters, opposed
to the garish lingerie they had been wearing.
All for the sake of revenge.
"Ladies, enjoy the rest of your night." Mark said as
he helped Glenn hoist David up; each man taking either legs or arms.
"We'll just get this trash outta your way." Glenn
added with a vicious grin; though he winked at them.
Brie and Nikki both giggled.
Revenge was sweet.
PART 3
Dolph Ziggler arched a pale eyebrow when he
seen Mickie James sitting in the hotel bar, at the counter on a stool; nursing
a glass of something he would definitely term 'girly'. Smoothing down his hair
and doing a breath check; he ambled her way. "This seat taken?"
Mickie shifted on her seat; glancing at him disinterestedly
before shrugging. "I don't care, free country; right?"
"Is something wrong?" He asked softly, sliding onto
the stool beside her and signaled for the bartender.
"No, of course not." Her voice was a little bit
shrill; snorting before finishing her drink and waved it in the air. "I
need another one!" She sang.
It occurred to Dolph that Mickie was
intoxicated; hiding a grin and plastered a concerned look on his face.
"How many have you had, Mickie?"
She squinted at him before glancing at the bartender, still
waving her glass. "How many have I had?"
"Six." The man set her drink down in front of her.
"That'll be the seventh."
She smiled sweetly at him. "Keep 'em
coming, honey."
"Um, Mickie, why are you drinking?"
Mickie snorted, her smile fading. "I am SO sick of
MEN!"
A sympathetic look adorned his face now. "What
happened?"
Her eyes scrunched, looking almost teary. "I got
dumped…" She sniffled; her shoulders drooping miserably.
And that was all the opening Dolph
needed to begin worming his way in. He had been
working on Mickie for some time but she had always turned him down; now he knew
why. She was beautiful and betting a fox in the sack; of course, women who had
been recently dumped were especially interesting in the bedroom as they usually
felt they had a lot to prove.
"Hey, put her drinks on my tab." He ordered when his
beer was set before him. "And you heard the lady, keep them coming."
Mickie gave him a watery smile.
***
"You are SOOOO sweet and nice, Mr. Ziggles."
Mickie crooned; gripping Dolph by the chin and gave
his head a vigorous shake. "You're weally a
gentleman, ya know dat?"
Dolph just kept smiling; his arm firmly wrapped around her waist to
keep her from toppling as he helped Mickie off the elevator; looking down the
hallway. "Which room is yours?" He asked, glancing down at her.
"At the very end of the HALLLL!" She pointed; giggling
before sighing. "I don't think I can walk…"
"I've got you."
"You're so nice, Mr. Ziggles,
have I told you that?"
John Morrison was going to die for calling him that. Inwardly
clenching his teeth, Dolph kept the smile on his
face. "I try to be." He grunted; catching her when she toppled;
making sure his hands did not go where they actually wanted too.
John Morrison was going to die for calling him that. Inwardly
clenching his teeth, Dolph kept the smile on his
face. "I try to be." He grunted; catching her when she toppled;
making sure his hands did not go where they actually wanted too.
"Maria was so wrong about you," She whispered; staring
up into his eyes; moistening her lips.
Dolph bent down ever so slightly.
"You are not an insensitive little shit."
And then promptly pulled away.
***
Mark and Glenn arched an eyebrow; both listening with narrowed
eyes as Dolph sweet talked the 'drunk' Mickie James,
both men standing in the doorway of her hotel room; having been given keys
earlier in the day.
"Just, let me…" Dolph was
whispering frantically, his hands running up and down her sides. "I'll
make you feel good, I promise."
"But, I don't-"
"Mickie, come on, you know you-"
Mark cleared his throat.
Looking like he had shit himself, Dolph all but jumped away from her; quickly fastening the
fly of his jeans. "What- what are you doing here?" He demanded
hoarsely. "What's going on?"
Mickie's drunken state suddenly evaporated as she sat up,
smiling brightly at the two men. "Just in time."
"Wait, you're- You're drunk?"
"On Shirley Temples?" Mickie snorted, rolling her eyes
and walked over to pat his cheek patronizingly. "I don't think so, Mr. Ziggles." She stepped away. "He's ALL yours,
gentlemen."
Mark and Glenn both smiled unpleasantly.
PART
4
"You do realize if Mark ever finds out," Michelle said
delicately, toying with the thin gold bracelet round her wrist as she stared
down at the bed. "He'll murder us both."
Shane stared down at her, a drink in one hand; the other busy
unbuttoning his shirt. "He doesn't ever have to find out." He said in
what was supposed to clearly be a reassuring tone of voice. "You don't
have to tell him and I will never tell anyone."
Michelle smiled hesitantly at him, knowing damn well that was a
lie but didn't show him that she knew it. "Promise?" She asked in a
whisper.
"I promise." Shane downed the rest of his drink; his
eyes giving her an appreciative once over before smiling confidently at her.
Before he could join her on the bed, Michelle stood up. "I
think I would like a drink." She said evenly; looking at him through lowered
lashes and gave Shane a shy smile.
The slightest hint of a frown spread across his lips before
being replaced with his charming smile –a smile that had lured a bevy of
beauties into his bed, along with his wealth of course, Shane wasn't entirely
moronic. "Of course."
***
Mark was leaning against the hallway wall when Michelle opened
the door and stuck out her head. "He's out." She declared, sounding
satisfied.
Grunting, Mark pushed away from the wall and gestured Glenn to
follow.
Shane lay face down on the floor near the bar; a discarded baton
beside him.
Glenn glanced at Michelle. "What'd you do to him?"
She shrugged. "Knocked his ass out of course."
"Who gives a flyin' rat's ass
what she did, let's get this shit back to the
warehouse with the rest of them." Mark grunted; making sure that after he
had hoisted the McMahon Prince up; to knock his head against the wall.
Twice.
***
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Shut it, Ziggler, my head is
throbbing…"
Dave just groaned, unable to form a coherent thought. The last
thing he remembered was the twins, the luscious twins preparing… "Where
the hell are those bitches?"
Giggling answered him, a lot of giggling.
The lighting was already dim so it was hard for the trio who
soon discovered they were all dangling from a hook, back to back to back no
less, to make out who was doing the giggling.
Michelle McCool, Mickie James, Melina, Kelly Kelly,
Maria and finally the Bellas all stepped into the
small patch of light; each woman looking like they had just won the lottery and
planned on doing something evil with their winnings.
"Michelle, what is going on?" Shane demanded in a
would be calm voice, trying to ignore the throbbing on the back of his head;
also trying to remember just what had happened. He had gone to fix her a drink
as she had asked and then… nothing, at least until now.
Dave was looking back and forth between Melina and Kelly who
seemed to have become friends or some shit because they were standing side by
side in the same pose; arms folded over their chests, eyebrow arched and lips
pursed. Then he glanced at the trying to appear innocent Bella twins;
comprehension that something devious was up beginning to settle in.
Ziggler was just glaring hatefully at his ex-girlfriend.
"You gentlemen, and trust me I'm using that term
lightly," Mickie began with a snort, smiling wickedly when Dolph shot a panicked look at her. "Think you're
untouchable. You think you can have any woman you want and you don't give two
shits about anyone's feelings."
"Mickie, that's not true-"
Maria huffed. "Not true? You prick! You dumped me after
we-"
"Bumped uglies."
"THANK YOU, Melina."
Melina just shrugged, walking up to tap her hand on Dave's
thigh. "And you… you're just a womanizer who needs to be taught a little
lesson."
"We ALL know why Shane is here." Michelle snorted,
hearing a chorus of 'no shits' from her friends. "He's just a pompous ass
who thinks we're all hired into the company for his entertainment."
"Now, ladies, I'm sure we can come to some sort of
arrangement." Shane began, clearing his throat; obviously ready to cut a
deal of some sort. The next word fell flat as he watched Glenn and Mark step
into his line of vision; Mark looking like he wanted to kill him and swallowed
hard.
Dolph and David were both craning their necks to see what was going
on.
"Boys, we have a camera; some hired working girls and
addresses for… a wife, a lawyer and someone's mother." Glenn smirked,
arching an eyebrow.
Dolph gasped. "Not my momma!"
"You two have fun." Michelle laughed, blowing a kiss
to Mark before joining the other women in leaving; letting the two giants have
their own fun.
PART
5
One Week Later…
"Has anyone heard from Shane?" Michelle asked,
pressing her upside down glass into the bowl of salt before setting it upright;
watching as Melina poured in the margarita.
"Uh, nope. Come to think of it, Dave and Dolph have been absent too…" Maria said thoughtfully
and then shrugged. "Oh well, good riddance."
"Cheers!" Nikki and Brie called, clinking their
glasses together.
"Just what did Mark and Glenn do to them?" Kelly
asked, not entirely sure she really wanted to know what the devious duo had
done.
"Mark said Glenn hired some… hookers, they'd gotten a
camera and I don't know." Michelle murmured, shrugging and cleared her
throat. "Oh well, not my problem."
Melina nodded in agreement, clearly not about to be put out over
anything that might have been disturbing towards the guys as they clearly
deserved it.
Mickie burst into the hotel suite; looking fit to be tied she
was grinning so hard. "Guess what I brought?" She waved a DVD around.
"The Best of Shane McMahon, Dave Bautista and Mr. Ziggles."
"How?!"
"Glenn, apparently he's passing out copies to whoever wants
them." Mickie looked concerned for a moment, not for any of the trio but
for Glenn, hoping this didn't get him in trouble or something.
"Well put that bitch in!" Melina ordered, filling her
own glass with the lime concoction and settling herself down on the bed between
the Bellas.
In a few minutes, the women were comfortably settled with their
margaritas and the DVD was ready to roll.
Within the first two minutes, the women themselves were rolling.
Dolph was screaming something about his mommy while
what looked like a transvestite approached him.
"But they're still tied up, doesn't that make this look
bad?"
"Let's face it, you think any of those smchucks
are going to admit to this happening?" Michelle said with a snort.
"No matter who sees it, they're going to deny it till the day they die and
if they don't, well.... Mark said he's not worried so I'm not either."
"Of course, we're not on it."
"Hey, Mark said he and Glenn don't make a sound and they
edited out the guys screaming their names."
"Ohhhh, your boyfriend is a bad,
bad man, that's sexy."
Michelle shot Nikki a look. "Paws off bitch."
They watched maybe ten minutes of the DVD and finally had to
turn it off, all of them looking at each other with wide eyes and opened
mouths.
"That was sick." Maria said in an awed whisper.
***
"Momma, momma, it isn't like that!" Dolph whimpered, cringing as his mother began slapping him
over his head with her purse, right there in the middle of the airport where
she had met him. "Momma, I swear I-"
"You filthy, disgusting, whore of a man!" She shrieked.
"I raised you better! I didn't raise you to have sex crazed orgies with
other men and… and hoochies!"
Dolph was right red; shielding his head with his hands as his
mother's words attracted a lot of attention. A second later he was yelping as
she gripped his thumb between her thumb and forefinger.
"You young man, are going STRAIGHT to Confession!"
***
"What do you mean she's suing me?!" Dave bellowed, the
tendons in his neck bulging. "We're divorced, she-"
"She has every right to take you back to court now that
videos of past indiscretions are surfacing."
Dave slapped himself in the face, knowing it was either swallow
his pride and let the ex-wife take him for a turn on the money-go-round or
humiliate himself further. "That video is… recent…" He growled.
"Well… the date throughout the entire film says it's
not."
"There's two other men in it! One who's new!"
"This is just you… Sir."
"What?!"
His ex-wife's lawyer just smiled sweetly. "Of course, she
is willing to settle out of court, providing you're willing to compensate the
emotional distress this has caused her. You know… finding out the man she was
married too at the time was not only a womanizer but also… into… other…
things."
Dave just groaned.
***
"Shane, Shane, your parents are here."
Shane waved Marissa off, groaning as he rolled over. He just
wanted to sleep away the rest of his life; sighing when he heard Vince's voice
booming throughout their loft. Knowing it was either getting up or them coming
in, he opted for getting up.
As soon as he was in the living room, he really wished he had
stayed in bed. Vince was pacing a hole in his brand new carpet while Linda,
though red around the eyes, was staring at him almost coldly.
Marissa had her arms folded over her chest; her back to him as
she stared at something on the TV. "Shane…" Her voice was strangled,
choked. "I think you should see this…"
Frowning, he stepped around to look at what had gotten her
attention; his jaw dropping until it formed a perfect O.
"We, young man, need to talk." Vince said, fire almost
coming out of his nostrils. "About your resignation, therapy and the
amount of money it's going to take to cover… THIS…" He gestured forcefully
at the television. "Up."
"Not to mention legal fees." Marissa spoke up, tears
streaming silently down her face.
"Legal fees?" He echoed in a whisper, turning to face
his wife who was looking at him as if he was something dirty.
"For our divorce."
***
Word quickly got around what had happened and change in the
locker room was swift. Any other sexual harassment or asshole boyfriend
behavior stopped quickly as it became a common threat to 'go see the Undertaker
and Kane' or to 'have a chat with Mickie and Michelle and see what was to be
done'.
But of course, Glenn and Mark always denied their involvement.
With straight faces and wicked gleams in their eyes.
The women on the other hand… they were more than willing to put
a slimeball in his place.
For the most part, the men behaved.
THE END