((Hiya! I'm SyicoChica, and this is my latest disaster- I mean masterpiece. I know, I should really finish 'Never is a Promise' or at least update less sporatically, but I needed something to keep me busy durning social studies when the clock seems to defy time and go oh-so-slow. I have about eleven and a half pages front and back of a notebook filled. I'm a review whore. I will love you forever if I get a review. \
As for canon, some parts will be explained, but I wrote this BEFORE Batista got hurt and BEFORE Melina and Nitro got fired. I am doing this mostly according to the shows, and am taking creative liecense and pretting that both Batista and Christian are not married. I also would like critique. How can I make my stories better? DISCLAMER: No tengo WWE o Melina o Batista o Christian. All I own is the slightly crazy and far from lovable Charlottle Tanner.))
"It's not funny!" Charlotte Tanner spat out savagely glaring at best-friend-since-3rd grade.
"No, no, it's not, Charli," Melina Perez agreed, watching the pouting twenty seven year old in amusement. She let out a little laugh as Charli stomped her booted foot angrily glaring up at Melina "Oh, quiet. You're the one who decided to except my offer of a match, you're the one to blame,"
"AM NOT, 'LINA! You accepted the challenge, and you offered to to me! I accepted BUT before you told me I would be facing the ex- TNA champion, the MOST talent wrestler in the whole roster, the most-" She was cut off by Melina laughing.
"Girl, you is so funny! You should do stand up with that shit...Christian, have talent? Damn..." Melina looked up at her with mock surprise. "Oh my god. You're serious," she exclaimed innocently. Charli rolled her dark, nearly black eyes at her. "I was going to have Johnny face him, for that 'slut' comment," Melina made a face at her friend showing her dislike for the oh-so-cocky superstar. "But I see where your loyalties lie
"He is talented!" she protested, gazing up at Melina obviously wounded. Melina let out a soft sigh at Charli's obvious innocence towards the one man. Or, as she liked to put it, blindness. She'd have to stop that right away. How Charli could be so calmed, mature, cold even, about some issues, but around Christian Cage it all seemed to magically disappear and have her turn into a giggly little teenage Thing.
"Honey, I hate to tell you this," Melina sighed a bit codesendingly, running her hand through Charli's choppy hairstyle. Melina pursed her lips at her friends features. Until she was about fifteen, Melina was convinced Charli was going to be a movie star, or a model. Then Melina herself sprouted boobs and other very curves which she was assured were in all the right places and Charli just stayed... Charli. Slender and (as Charli put it in a way Melina hated) arrow-dynamic. She paid the price of being 'arrow-dynamic' by having a small chest and proportional hips. "Christian ain't going to like you like you're hoping. You're eyes make you look like a child. They're all big and round. And they show when you're scared. Your like...not a diva. You're too...average,"
Charli gaped at her a moment, hurt reflecting in her eyes. "I know," she said defeatly, running a hand through her hair. Naturally it was a mess ( tangled curls that never behaved at all, and that fell to her waist) but a few weeks ago Charli got frustrated and chopped it off. Now it was still untameable and unruly, but it was to her shoulder. The curls had died down into soft waves, making her hair look almost... limp. At least before it resembled a haircut If you turned your head to the side and squinted. "Don't you think I know I'm not diva-worthy? Don't you think I know that a guy like Christian wouldn't take a second glance at me unless I had a huge sign that said 'I'm easy' strapped to me?" she snapped, her Louisianan drawl coming in thicker as she got more worked up
For a moment, Melina was worried that this would turn into a friendship stopping argument.
"Midol, Charlotte. Use it, love it, stop being hormonal," Melina directed, watching the annoyed expression slip off her face.
"I suppose I should be used to little comments like those... Everyone knows you're known for making bitchy comments," Charli retorted, a small smile on her face.
Melina's face broke into a relieved grin "Aw, fuck off you overgrown broomstick"
"Whore."
"Steroid user,"
"Plastic Surgery Addict,"
"Your momma!"
"Your daddy!"
"Pfft, shut up, I don't know him!"
Charli blinked at her before bursting out laughing "Niiiice," she said as Melina strode out to the ramp the epitome of confidence. Charli watched her almost wistfully, before turning her gaze to Christian who was lounging one the ropes, looking even more confident than Melina, a little smirk winding it's way around his lips.
"What, no horde of little manwhores?" Christan inquired innocently. Or as innocently as he could. God that voice nearly made Charli swoon.
Melina was practically grinding her teeth. GOD that man nearly made Melina kill something small and fuzzy.
"No, not tonight... Johnny..." Melina paused as a brief pained look flashed across Christan's face as she mentioned the dude. Melina would have loved to give him an actually challenging match. But Chalri's bitch-ass self prevented that. Melina sighed again "Was going to face you but...complications arose. But Charli can still kick your ass. Thank her, she's the one that-"
"She? My opponent's a chick?" Reilef flooded Christian until he was practically silly with joy. He knew what ever thrown at him would be easy, because...Well, he was Christian Cage. Everything was easy for him. But Melina wasn't exactly known for fighting fair. "See! I told you fucking people wouldn't get you any where!" Christian laughed at her. "Unless Charli is your...friend" He smirked softly at her, raising is eyebrows suggestively.
Melina began to have an interesting tick in her eye as she cued Charli's music, 'Nymphetamine',. Nice cue.
Charli slid into the ring, trying not to gape at Christian. This is TOO cool! She thought, her face lighting up.
Damn. She's cute. Like... in adorable way, not in a 'I wanna do her' way, He thought eying her. "So you're screwing Melina...Nice," Like always, his mouth reacted faster than his brain. Charli frowned as she was ripped away from her girlish fantasies. She jumped up knocking Christian swiftly to the mat. He gaped up at her, pulling her swiftly down next to her. "Strong little thing, aintcha?" he gasped trying to catch his breath. She rolled her eyes sitting halfway up and repeatedly slamming her forearm against his face.
"Crazy--!" he started expecting immediate pain but not getting any. Pain, that is. What the hell? That didn't hurt. IN fact she was throwing punches with surprising lack of pain. He flipped her over so she was on her back. "What are you doing?" he asked her, pinning her thin frame to the mat.
"Would you like me to really hurt you?" Charli growled, wiggling against him. Oh no, this wasn't embarrassing in the least. And the Queen of England thought Jay-Z was the shit. "'Cos I will!" She gasped as he rested his full weigght on her, practically squishing her.
"You're so little..." He laughed absently as she continued to struggle and gasp for breath. Albeit, there were other 'little superstars' but unlike Rey Mysterio, she didn't have the muscles to back her threats up. Sure, she had'em, he could feel them under her skin, but she was too thin to pose a real threat
"You jerk!" She growled, kneeing him in the stomach. It pained her to do that, but hey... He deserved it. Charli scrambled to her feet as did Christian, but she responded first, baseball sliding into him. He saw it coming and moved out of the way, turning to watch her slide out of the ring to the floor below. He stifled a laugh as he heared a dull thud and a resounding "Shit-Kicker!"
"Oh shit, Charli!" Melina shrieked rushing to her friend's side, her eyes wide.
"You've thrown me harder than that...I'm fine," she sighed rubbbing her hip. She slid back into the ring, tackling Christian who was still laughing. Heh, she'd never ddelt well with being laughed at. One time, someone laughed at Melina, and Charli kicked him so hard in the shin, he started to cry. This was in seventh grade...
Christian kicked Charli hard, sending her sprawling. He yanked her back up, twisting her arm around her side. "Have a nice trip?" he drawled sarcastically. He never reacted well to being hit. No need for examples. He wrapped his arm around her and was surprised to find her skin was comfortably warm. "Will you be a good girl and let me pin you?"
Charli struggled weakly against him. "Ow...OUCH!" she yelped out as he twisted her arm. Further back. "That hurts?" she tried turning her eyes up to his with a puppy dog likeness that always got Melina to go buy her Funky Monkey Ice Cream and deal with her picking out the bits of nuts.
"Your choice sweetheart," Christian smirked dow at her. She mumbled something inaudible. "What was that?"
"Nothing. OW! Okay, okay, I was just wondering -oh god, please don't kill me- if you had a superiority complex," Charli winced, bracing herself for another twist of her arm. To her surprise, Christian let out a soft laugh, murmuring "Be a good girl," in her ear before pushing her gently to the mat and glaring down at her and giving her a swift elbow drop before pinning her.
"You're heavy!" she whimpered struggling fervently. It was like and ant trying to move a boulder. If Christian wasn't mistaken, she had a bit of a tremor in her voice.
"And you my dear, are very small and endearing. Believe me, that saved your ass tonight," Talking to her had the desired affects. She stopped struggling long enough to be pinned.
Charli let out a curse as Christian smirked down at her, making a kissing motion to her sauntering to a turnbuckle to work the crowd
Melina let out a shriek, sliding into the ring.
"Charlotte...WHAT THE HELL? He touches you and you freak? Uh-uh. You betta get is ass beat before I beat you... I'm so pissed off at you!" Being the person she is, Melina realized she was just playing up her character, but this would make a good angle, and make Charli realize, there was no way on this green earth that Christian would ever think of her as anything more than a booty call. "How about a match? You and lover boy over there," At the Melina tossed her head in the general direction of the still celebrating Christian, "Versus me an-" Charli simply gave her an unamused look
Fuck Melina. She was hot, tired, and her back was aching. Clenching her fist, she slid out of the ring, storming back stage.
"Someone didn't take their Midol this afternoon," Melina mumbled
"Kindly pull your head away from your ass, my little skank," Christian singsonged delightedly,grinning like a Cheshire cat. "thank about it, if you have enough brain capacity to.," he sighed watching Charli's retreating backside with a quirked eyebrow. "If you just got beaten, even if that person was as completely and totally awesome as I am, and THEN publicly humiliated and berated by your friend for it, do you really think you'd be able to speak rationally to anyone?" Christian asked hopping out of the ring. Melina blinked at him. "Oh... by the way, if Charli's game, then I am,"
Christan let out a small laugh at Melina's look of shock. Yes, this would turn out to be very interesting.