-/-\- Madison "The Diva of the Future" Divera -/-\-

I couldn't believe this. Did I just have a nightmare, was I really just eliminated second in the Logal Invitational Battle Royal. There is definatly something wrong with that. Accidently knocked out of the ring by Paul "Freakin'" Blair. That is complete bullshit. How could Paul Blair and Joey Harris make it to the end? They are not even remotely as talented as I am. I shake my head in dissapointment, and sigh. Rummaging through the kitchen for some "Irish Cream."

I look down at my coffee, unable to find what I want and turn to the liquor cabinet.. taking the key from my pocket, and unlock the door. Who cares if it is six am, and I want a drink. Is that not acceptable in this world. Oh boy, couldn't I wait until Roxxie woke up. I shook my head again, pulling out a Bottle of Southern Comfort. A small smirk comes across my face, as I open the bottle. I don't even bother finding a glass and gulp some of it down out of the bottle.

How could she? How could she do this to me? My daughter, Roxxie? She enters in to the Battle Royal without asking me to stomp on my terrirory, hell she never even told me. You would think I deserve at least that much common curtesy. I heard some feet come this way. Another smirk comes on my face, but when my sister Kaiyela walks around the corner with my neice Isabelle, it quickly washes from my face.

Kaiyela: "Goodmorning sis!"

I nod my head. She walks over to the coffee and see's a poured cup already.

Kaiyela: "Awww how sweet, you poured me a cup."

Was she dillusional?"

Madison: "Umm yeah, no prob?"

She reaches in to the fridge and grabs her bottle of coffee cream, French Vanilla to be exact and pours some in to the already prepared cup of coffee and places it back in to the fridge.

Kaieyla: "So when are we going to get out of this dump. I mean like shit woman, all of us can't fit in here, and you can see that.."

I rolled my eyes, watching her place her coffee on the table and placing Isabelle in her highchair.

Isabelle: "Ughughughugh!"

Madison: "How about when you win the lottery?"

She turns to me, with a quirked eyebrow.

Kaiyela: "I thought you were this "rich bitch" Maddy?"

I took another gulp of the bottle, craving a cigarette, but with the baby around I was unable to fufil that craving.

Madison: "This was the only place I could find in a week."

Kaiyela: "Then you shouldn't have been so hasty and left so soon.."

I slammed my bottle on the counter, very ticked.

Madison: "I did what was best for MY family, I have taken YOU in, and given YOU A PLACE TO LIVE. Don't complain or you can just go find somewhere else for you and your brat.."

I stormed out of the kitchen, bottle and all. I heard my sister sob in the next room, and a rush of guilt fell over me. A whip of the kitchen chair on the tile screeched in my ear and her sobs turned in to loud cries. I really hurt her feelings. I re-enter the room, shame washed over my face.

Madison: "Kaiy.."

Kaiyela: "Oh just shut up Maddy!"

Could I blame her?

Madison: "Kaiyela I'm so sorry, that was very inconsiderate of me. I didn't mean to call Isabelle a brat, and I shouldn't have."

She stopped sobbing, and she began to dry her eyes.

Kaiyela: "Apologize to Isabelle."

What? Apologize to the baby? I stepped forward not arguing with her and I kissed little Isabelle's forhead and cheek.

Madison: "I'm sorry for calling you a brat Isabelle, my favorite neice.."

Showing her appreciation to my apology she slaps a spoonful of baby cereal in my face, and Kaiyela begins to chuckle.

Madison: "I guess I deserve that.."

No arguments came from either of them as Isabelle began to scream with laughter. She even started to clap her hands. I turn from her.. grab the tea towel from over the stove handle and wipe my face off.

Madison: "If you two would excuse me, I am going to get myself some lung cancer.."

Kaieyla nods her head, going back to sipping her coffee and looking at the apartment rentals in the newspaper. Which she always did, oddly enough. Even if she had a perfect place to live. I bowed out of the kitchen and headed out the door. Bringing, of course, my bottle of alcohol with me, down the stairs in to the smoking part of the building. Yay for us smokers, get our own room in this run down apartment building.

Sharing a three bedroom apartment with 10 other people than myself. A bedroom for the twins, Teddy, Brooke, and my two month old son, and I. A bedroom for Kaiyela and Isabelle, and a bedroom for Stacey, Roxxie. Yes I have to bunk with everybody under the age of 9. Yay for Madison! Note the sarcasm. I pull out my Molboro's cigarettes from my pocket.. looking around the room. I shook my head at the drunks stumbling along the furniture as I bring the cigarette to my lips.

Right now, I don't think I had the energy or the patience to bitch at my daughter for what she has done to me over the past 24 hours. I just felt like drinking this bottle and be left to my merry self, and of course this pack of cigarette. Placing my palm up by my mouth.. I cover and spark my cigarette with my lighter. This is bullshit. Why did I let this happen to myself. I should have figured things would end up this way. I agreed to not go after any of his personal shit or the house if he gave me custody of the kids..

Well most people wouldn't think I was like that. They would just assume I would go for it anyways and fight for the kids, but of course Sean and I would have got shared custody of the three children. But I am glad her mad the deal. I don't care if I have to put up with this hell hole for a little while, while I found a new place to live.

I heard somebody yell from across the room, and I didn't quite make out what they were saying.. I turned to look and yet saw nothing but clumpsy idiots. I shrugged my shoulders brushing it off. I couldn't care less right now..! I pulled the cigarette to my lips for another drag and couldn't help but think how Roxxie was going to be at Exotic Sunset and not I. It should have been me in her spot, but no. Roxxie, Paul Blair and Joey Harris all get their shot. It shouldn't be that way.. if the two men had to be there, then I would put up with it, but Roxxie is not nearly as experienced enough for this sort of thing. There it was again, that voice.

Voice: "WASHED UP SLUT!"

Oh boy did I hear it loud and clear this time. I kicked my stool out from underneath me and I turned to look at who said that. Talk about getting my energy quickly.. I walked over to the person who threw the words at me.

Voice: "What you think I am scared of you?"

Madison: "I don't fuckin' care if you are scared of me or not lady, but those comments, or insults don't just fly past without me doing something about them... so step up.."

She lurked in the shadows, but as soon as she stepped out in to the light, my gut twisted. I took a step back, and I shook my head. I couldn't believe my eyes, what was she doing here...

Madison: "I don't have the time for this.. you have something to say leave me a voicemail, and email hell even mail me a letter.. just not now Liana.."

Liana: "Aww how come SIS... come on, I thought you were all fired up? I thought you were the person that wouldn't let comments slip up and not doing anything about them.."

I shook my head, this was a trick.

Madison: "Unlike you, I don't attack family.."

I step away turning, heading for the exit.

Liana: "What like, what you didn't to Kaiyela?"

My face turned beat red, boy was I angry at this point. Bringing up the past.. I ignored her after stopping in my tracks and rushed to the door. I closed it behind me and leant up against the doorway. No matter where I go, my past is there to haunt me.

Liana Lewis, the sister I never knew about until approximately 6 months to a year ago. The sister in which my ex-fiance shagged until he found I still existed and then he dumped her in a heart beat to be with me. Not long after, finding out that she is the daughter of my biological father, whom in which I just find out is my father as well. Growing up my whole life without any knowing of my real parents.. not knowing that I was adopted, nothing.

Liana has had it out for me ever since. Hated me, bashed me, bruised my courage, my love for her. Not wanting anything more than to be accepted in to that family and my 10 other siblings for the matter.

I never found out about my biological mother. That part of me is still extremely blank.. if she had any other children..! What were their names, why didn't she want me? What happened that she had to forget me like she did. The pain of this was too much for me to handle... I couldn't go down that road right now.

Instead all I could think about was how I was in a cheap match this week. A triple threat match against Ace Cutta and Justin Davis.. one man I had already defeated this past Revolution alongside my bertaying daughter Roxxie, and Justin Davis.. a man that my daughter beat the week before. So that's how it is going to be. I recieve people who I have already beat or the scraps left over from my daughters blood trail.

I don't think I could stand for this much longer. Looking at it. Maybe my sister was right, maybe I am washed up. Maybe I just don't have what it takes anymore. I guess this triple threat match will really show where my talent had went. I don't get it.. I'm infamous.. I know that can be a bad thing.. I am notorious and I also know that can be a bad thing and in a way it is. I am a Legend and a Hall Of Famer.. an ex World Champion of two feds.. every title I have held I never lost due to Submission or Pinfall.. so what did I do? What happened for me to get this far and all of a sudden my talent dissapears.

Maybe I am going through a rough patch, a dull part in my career. Well I can't let that drag on, no not at all. Not for two years.. I have to step in to that ring at Revolution, the one before Exotic Sunset and make sure people know that I still have something left inside of me. I have to show that Madison Divera is the one to beat. No more foolinga round, no more cats got her tongue. Ace Cutta and Justin Davis.. I'll chew you up and spit you out like Nightwolf says about Genocide.. (Pathetic I know).. I'll make sure that there is nothing left for you to crawl out of.

Unlike you I have too much to sacrifice on this match. Of course Ace, if he decides to pull what he did last week, than he won't be here much longer but that ain't my problem.. that man doesn't deserve to be here, and hell doesn't deserve to be in the ring with me once again, but we will see. We will see what happens.. and how much damage will be done to Justin and Ace Cutta..

It is my time again. Roxxie lace up your boots. Your my daughter first and foremost, but your in my way.


	RP #: 03 Opponent(s): Ace Cutta & Justin Davis Stips: Triple Threat Match EWF Record: 1/0/1 Tag Team Record: 1/0/0 Total Record: 48/2/14 Accomplishments: OWF,IWA, EGW, GWL, UWF, SCW, EWF Contracts. 1x IWA Heavy Weight Champion 1x EGW Extreme World Champion 1x EWA Iron Man Champion 1x EWA Tag Team Champion (with Diehard) EWF Match Records: ArJay & Ace Cutta V.S Divine Intervention (W) Logan Invitational (L) Name: Madison Divera Age: 27 DOB: October 1st, 1983. Birth Place: Damanhur, Egypt. Current Residence: Oakley, California. Alignment: Cocky Heel Female Siblings: 12 Male Siblings: 9 Female Children: 5 (1 Dead) Male Children: 2 Female Grandchildren: 0 Male Grandchildren: 1

	I couldn't believe this. Did I just have a nightmare, was I really just eliminated second in the Logal Invitational Battle Royal. There is definatly something wrong with that. Accidently knocked out of the ring by Paul "Freakin'" Blair. That is complete bullshit. How could Paul Blair and Joey Harris make it to the end? They are not even remotely as talented as I am. I shake my head in dissapointment, and sigh. Rummaging through the kitchen for some "Irish Cream." I look down at my coffee, unable to find what I want and turn to the liquor cabinet.. taking the key from my pocket, and unlock the door. Who cares if it is six am, and I want a drink. Is that not acceptable in this world. Oh boy, couldn't I wait until Roxxie woke up. I shook my head again, pulling out a Bottle of Southern Comfort. A small smirk comes across my face, as I open the bottle. I don't even bother finding a glass and gulp some of it down out of the bottle. How could she? How could she do this to me? My daughter, Roxxie? She enters in to the Battle Royal without asking me to stomp on my terrirory, hell she never even told me. You would think I deserve at least that much common curtesy. I heard some feet come this way. Another smirk comes on my face, but when my sister Kaiyela walks around the corner with my neice Isabelle, it quickly washes from my face. Kaiyela: "Goodmorning sis!" I nod my head. She walks over to the coffee and see's a poured cup already. Kaiyela: "Awww how sweet, you poured me a cup." Was she dillusional?" Madison: "Umm yeah, no prob?" She reaches in to the fridge and grabs her bottle of coffee cream, French Vanilla to be exact and pours some in to the already prepared cup of coffee and places it back in to the fridge. Kaieyla: "So when are we going to get out of this dump. I mean like shit woman, all of us can't fit in here, and you can see that.." I rolled my eyes, watching her place her coffee on the table and placing Isabelle in her highchair. Isabelle: "Ughughughugh!" Madison: "How about when you win the lottery?" She turns to me, with a quirked eyebrow. Kaiyela: "I thought you were this "rich bitch" Maddy?" I took another gulp of the bottle, craving a cigarette, but with the baby around I was unable to fufil that craving. Madison: "This was the only place I could find in a week." Kaiyela: "Then you shouldn't have been so hasty and left so soon.." I slammed my bottle on the counter, very ticked. Madison: "I did what was best for MY family, I have taken YOU in, and given YOU A PLACE TO LIVE. Don't complain or you can just go find somewhere else for you and your brat.." I stormed out of the kitchen, bottle and all. I heard my sister sob in the next room, and a rush of guilt fell over me. A whip of the kitchen chair on the tile screeched in my ear and her sobs turned in to loud cries. I really hurt her feelings. I re-enter the room, shame washed over my face. Madison: "Kaiy.." Kaiyela: "Oh just shut up Maddy!" Could I blame her? Madison: "Kaiyela I'm so sorry, that was very inconsiderate of me. I didn't mean to call Isabelle a brat, and I shouldn't have." She stopped sobbing, and she began to dry her eyes. Kaiyela: "Apologize to Isabelle." What? Apologize to the baby? I stepped forward not arguing with her and I kissed little Isabelle's forhead and cheek. Madison: "I'm sorry for calling you a brat Isabelle, my favorite neice.." Showing her appreciation to my apology she slaps a spoonful of baby cereal in my face, and Kaiyela begins to chuckle. Madison: "I guess I deserve that.." No arguments came from either of them as Isabelle began to scream with laughter. She even started to clap her hands. I turn from her.. grab the tea towel from over the stove handle and wipe my face off. Madison: "If you two would excuse me, I am going to get myself some lung cancer.." Kaieyla nods her head, going back to sipping her coffee and looking at the apartment rentals in the newspaper. Which she always did, oddly enough. Even if she had a perfect place to live. I bowed out of the kitchen and headed out the door. Bringing, of course, my bottle of alcohol with me, down the stairs in to the smoking part of the building. Yay for us smokers, get our own room in this run down apartment building. Sharing a three bedroom apartment with 10 other people than myself. A bedroom for the twins, Teddy, Brooke, and my two month old son, and I. A bedroom for Kaiyela and Isabelle, and a bedroom for Stacey, Roxxie. Yes I have to bunk with everybody under the age of 9. Yay for Madison! Note the sarcasm. I pull out my Molboro's cigarettes from my pocket.. looking around the room. I shook my head at the drunks stumbling along the furniture as I bring the cigarette to my lips. Right now, I don't think I had the energy or the patience to bitch at my daughter for what she has done to me over the past 24 hours. I just felt like drinking this bottle and be left to my merry self, and of course this pack of cigarette. Placing my palm up by my mouth.. I cover and spark my cigarette with my lighter. This is bullshit. Why did I let this happen to myself. I should have figured things would end up this way. I agreed to not go after any of his personal shit or the house if he gave me custody of the kids.. Well most people wouldn't think I was like that. They would just assume I would go for it anyways and fight for the kids, but of course Sean and I would have got shared custody of the three children. But I am glad her mad the deal. I don't care if I have to put up with this hell hole for a little while, while I found a new place to live. I heard somebody yell from across the room, and I didn't quite make out what they were saying.. I turned to look and yet saw nothing but clumpsy idiots. I shrugged my shoulders brushing it off. I couldn't care less right now..! I pulled the cigarette to my lips for another drag and couldn't help but think how Roxxie was going to be at Exotic Sunset and not I. It should have been me in her spot, but no. Roxxie, Paul Blair and Joey Harris all get their shot. It shouldn't be that way.. if the two men had to be there, then I would put up with it, but Roxxie is not nearly as experienced enough for this sort of thing. There it was again, that voice. Voice: "WASHED UP SLUT!" Oh boy did I hear it loud and clear this time. I kicked my stool out from underneath me and I turned to look at who said that. Talk about getting my energy quickly.. I walked over to the person who threw the words at me. Voice: "What you think I am scared of you?" Madison: "I don't fuckin' care if you are scared of me or not lady, but those comments, or insults don't just fly past without me doing something about them... so step up.." She lurked in the shadows, but as soon as she stepped out in to the light, my gut twisted. I took a step back, and I shook my head. I couldn't believe my eyes, what was she doing here... Madison: "I don't have the time for this.. you have something to say leave me a voicemail, and email hell even mail me a letter.. just not now Liana.." Liana: "Aww how come SIS... come on, I thought you were all fired up? I thought you were the person that wouldn't let comments slip up and not doing anything about them.." I shook my head, this was a trick. Madison: "Unlike you, I don't attack family.." I step away turning, heading for the exit. Liana: "What like, what you didn't to Kaiyela?" My face turned beat red, boy was I angry at this point. Bringing up the past.. I ignored her after stopping in my tracks and rushed to the door. I closed it behind me and leant up against the doorway. No matter where I go, my past is there to haunt me. Liana Lewis, the sister I never knew about until approximately 6 months to a year ago. The sister in which my ex-fiance shagged until he found I still existed and then he dumped her in a heart beat to be with me. Not long after, finding out that she is the daughter of my biological father, whom in which I just find out is my father as well. Growing up my whole life without any knowing of my real parents.. not knowing that I was adopted, nothing. Liana has had it out for me ever since. Hated me, bashed me, bruised my courage, my love for her. Not wanting anything more than to be accepted in to that family and my 10 other siblings for the matter. I never found out about my biological mother. That part of me is still extremely blank.. if she had any other children..! What were their names, why didn't she want me? What happened that she had to forget me like she did. The pain of this was too much for me to handle... I couldn't go down that road right now. Instead all I could think about was how I was in a cheap match this week. A triple threat match against Ace Cutta and Justin Davis.. one man I had already defeated this past Revolution alongside my bertaying daughter Roxxie, and Justin Davis.. a man that my daughter beat the week before. So that's how it is going to be. I recieve people who I have already beat or the scraps left over from my daughters blood trail. I don't think I could stand for this much longer. Looking at it. Maybe my sister was right, maybe I am washed up. Maybe I just don't have what it takes anymore. I guess this triple threat match will really show where my talent had went. I don't get it.. I'm infamous.. I know that can be a bad thing.. I am notorious and I also know that can be a bad thing and in a way it is. I am a Legend and a Hall Of Famer.. an ex World Champion of two feds.. every title I have held I never lost due to Submission or Pinfall.. so what did I do? What happened for me to get this far and all of a sudden my talent dissapears. Maybe I am going through a rough patch, a dull part in my career. Well I can't let that drag on, no not at all. Not for two years.. I have to step in to that ring at Revolution, the one before Exotic Sunset and make sure people know that I still have something left inside of me. I have to show that Madison Divera is the one to beat. No more foolinga round, no more cats got her tongue. Ace Cutta and Justin Davis.. I'll chew you up and spit you out like Nightwolf says about Genocide.. (Pathetic I know).. I'll make sure that there is nothing left for you to crawl out of. Unlike you I have too much to sacrifice on this match. Of course Ace, if he decides to pull what he did last week, than he won't be here much longer but that ain't my problem.. that man doesn't deserve to be here, and hell doesn't deserve to be in the ring with me once again, but we will see. We will see what happens.. and how much damage will be done to Justin and Ace Cutta.. It is my time again. Roxxie lace up your boots. Your my daughter first and foremost, but your in my way.