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

I kick the sand beneath my feet, and let out a sarcastic sigh. Okay, so I got lucky. Big whoopty shit. I beat James Draven, that doesn't make me anything special no matter if I was the under dog in the match or not. I'm still nothing special in the EWF. What makes winning against a nobody matter to my career? I'm standing here kicking sand, and I think to myself; my new found attitude and outlook on life is very familiar. Yes, I recognize something there. Silencer, you see the connection. That man bags on his career, his talent and his life. Way to go Madison, you're doing the same as him.

Looks like he's not the only one in the pitiful darkness. What's the point in parading around like you have it all made, you have it done and beat, you have what it takes to completely destroy everybody who steps in your path. It's either you are going to do it or not. No if's, and's, or but's about it.

So I find myself this week, after taking a week to collect my thoughts, facing The Maverick Elite. Fancy name there bucko. You must feel special with something like that tagged on your ass. Feel like another loss? Let me by hypocritical and say that I am going to win, I am going to beat your ass in to the ground. Because that is exactly what the old Madison would say, that is exactly what she would be thinking and in all honestly she doesn't give a shit no more. Okay I have three wins on my record, followed by a Battle Royal loss. What do you have? Probably a lot more than I have accomplished here thus far.

You got the nice chance of getting pegged up on the ladder when you faced the EWF World Heavy Weight Champion last week; Joey Harris. And where did you end up? Knocked back down on the EWF Career Chain. Yes that is right, you did it. Congratulations on your loss to a man who shouldn't even be holding that belt around his waist. It was a tainted victory. Nobody in that World Title Match deserved to win that or to even compete against it. Yes that includes my daughter too. She was in no way prepared for something like that, she doesn't have the skills. So what make you think you could weasel your way in somewhere that you don't belong nor fit in. Do you honestly think your talent far exceeds his? You probably do. But if that were true you probably wouldn't be up against some talentless bitch like myself now would you?

Np; you wouldn't. But that's okay, you are any ways. So what are you going to do about it. Walk in to the ring on Revolution this coming Monday and show me why I shouldn't be in the ring against you. Are you going to walk in to that match and teach me a lesson, and show me what real skill is all about? Well then please do. I am very piqued at seeing how you are going to handle things Maverick; Mr. Elite.

Don't get me wrong. I am going to show you what I have to bring to table, whether it is my best or my worst. Whether or not my head is fully in the game or whether or not I am out of it. I could probably walk in that ring in a daze and still show you how wrong you are thinking. But who I am I to brag about something that diminished a while back. Madison Divera is no more. She's no longer "The Diva of The Future," yes I admit it.. I am no longer that person... I am no Madison Divera.. "The Diva of The Past." There isn't much that I have accomplished within the last year. I've just been the bottom feeder of any corporation that I had happened to join. Wishing that I could just fight and not be put into anything significant. Now I am here to ride the waves. Whatever gets thrown my way I will becharm itself and present myself with grace and poise.

What a line of bullshit!

Maverick.. I hope your not a sore loser. Too many people are these days. I don't care if lose if it's to people to who deserve to win. Not much I can say about you though. I know fucking diddly squat about you but here I am ranting and raving inside of my head about you like some kind of pissed off little school girl. Then again this is probably the most a women has every thought of you, isn't it? Not exactly women's favorite choice in men. Oh well! You'll survive, until Revolution that is. I was then distracted to the sound of my cell phone ringing in my pocket. Who the hell could it be now.

Madison: "What do you want?"

Jessie: "It's your manager bitch!"

I smirked.

Madison: "Oh yes. So your back from your stupid vacation?"

Jessie: "Yes, yes I am. So I have a question to ask..."

I quirked my eyebrow. I stopped walking in the sand, and I stare off at the water attempting to reach my toes.

Madison: "Well on with it then I don't have all day."

Jessie: "Well.... apparently Sean Homes is involved with EWF.."

Madison: "That's not a question.."

Get on with it already sheesh.

Jessie: "Well he manages Jeriko Kane and I was wondering did you hear the rumors that were spread around... and they came exactly from Sean Homes lips.."

Madison: "I honestly don't care what he has to say about me Jessie, can you get on with this..?"

Jessie: "Well I was wondering if they were true.. like did you really get your ass and the kids asses dragged out of the house a week ago? Did you really find yourself to be the owner of the Pit Bull mansion.. did you really beg to live there?"

I began to laugh hysterically.

Madison: "Wow.. I wonder if he had a bad trip on weed.. because I clearly moved out of there two months ago.."

Silence.

Jessie: "Yeah cause he was saying he just recently did it like... a week ago...! So you didn't get thrown out?"

I shook my head, not like she could see it.

Madison: "Nah Jessie, I voluntarily moved out a long ass time ago... when he was away on training.."

Jessie: "Well now that is gone to rest. What about this week?"

I rolled my eyes.

Madison: "When you ask questions make them worth asking and don't leave out important bits.. what about this week you idiot?"

Jessie: "Your opponent, The Maverick Elite."

Madison: "Ahhh yes, him!"

Jessie: "Well are you prepared?"

Madison: "You can never be prepared for the future... what happens is whatever happens. It is whatever is meant to be. You can train you can work out all you want but just because you do so don't mean you are going to win. That's just the way it is..."

Jessie: "Right O then... how about this one.. do you think you are going to win?"

Madison: "Like I said Jessie, anything can happen. I want to win, I want to show him up. I want to prove to him why he lost to Joey Harris last week and why he will lose to me this week but like I said before shit happens. I could easily lose just as bad as he did last week or worse.."

Jessie: "Well he is the most competition you had since you joined here."

Madison: "That is more than likely true. But I am not going to judge that until I get in the ring with the man. Until then he is just a nobody in my eyes... and I will just smile as he tries to prove otherwise.."

I began to kick the sand again. The small grains squishing in between my toes.

Jessie: "Hmm I see. What's this I hear about your daughter?"

My face went from somewhat cheerful to an instant straight face. Don't get me wrong I love my daughter but at the moment I am not loving her decisions.

Madison: "What did you hear exactly..?"

Jessie: "That you got eliminated second for the Logan Invitational Battle Royal that I entered you in a few weeks back, and you daughter; Roxxie made it all the way to the end with Joey Harris and Paul Blair and headed off for the World Heavy Weight Title at Exotic Sunset only to lose to Joey Harris.."

Madison: "Your sources are correct me dear. Is that all you heard?"

Jessie: "Well all I know is that she is has a new found love interest.."

Madison: "Again correct... Joey Harris."

I heard a gasp on the other end. She was in shock.

Jessie: "You have to be shitting me.."

Madison: "Not shitting you Jessie. She is in love with the enemy.."

Jessie: "And how do you feel about that?"

Madison: "What are you my shrink now? You know very damn well how I fucking feel about that little bond they have formed.."

Silence again.

Jessie: "Is this trying to purposely get you angry. First she tries for something completely out of her league then she goes for somebody six years her senior.. not to mention somebody you absolutely despise."

I nod my head again.

Madison: "Only thing is.. he was chasing her tail.. not vice versa."

She laughed. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

Jessie: "That's funny.."

Madison: "HOW THE FUCK IS THAT FUNNY!?"

Jessie: "Whoah, whoah calm down. I meant ironic funny not comical funny."

Madison: "Don't tell me to calm down."

Jessie: "Okay, Okay! But seriously don't you see that. Back in IWA he had a a major crush on you as Ms. Alexander, then he goes ahead and finds out that you really are Madison Divera and it drives him bonkers.. and now he is after your daughter.."

Madison: "I call it a fluke not ironic. Honestly Roxxie and I aren't really all that similar."

Jessie: "Touché.."

I am not fed up with being on the phone."

Madison: "Well then on that note, I'm going to end this conversation before I end up ringing your neck the next time I see you.."

Jessie: "Lates.."

Madison: "Adios.."

Flipping my phone closed, I place it back in my pocket. Not my blood is boiling, bubbling and you could say steam was coming out of my ears. For once I was beginning to forget about my daughters rebellious ways. But two can play at that game. Looking onwards to the dock, I drag my feet slowly to it's edge and pull myself up on top.. my feet now brushing the cool water. Shoes in hand I place them beside me on the broken wood and pull a cigarette and lighter from my opposite pocket.

The situation with my daughter is no longer something to get mad over. It was now something that I needed to handle. I wonder if she knew that her "boy toy" was planning on turning his back on her at the PPV. But considering he would be able to tap her ass every other night, he decided tail was better than EWF World Dominance. Mind you he already has that power holding the biggest title of them all. The title that was meant to be around this waist, and not his.

Already taking a puff of my lit cigarette.. I pull out the flask from my back pocket. Yes, I have alcohol in every occasion. What does it matter to you? Taking a fairly large swig. I begin to wish around the contents of the flask and noticing it's reaching low. It was almost time to head back to the apartment. The place that was meant to be out temporary home, a home that wasn't supposed to last more than a couple of weeks. Continuing my tirade for searching for a new place. I circled almost every ad that was slightly more appealing than the shit hole that we lived in.

On a lighter note. Trying to get the image of Joey Harris and Roxxie canoodling behind the opposite wall of my living room I think back to my match this week with none other than the Maverick Elite. Although doubts swarm my mind, I have complete confidence in my ability. It was time that the old Madison came back.. it was time that the sick and sadist mad woman reached her pique once again and reigned havoc on those who dare get in her way. But how? I pulled the cigarette to my lips.. an instant shot of pain going through my left temple.. not this again.. it's been almost two years since the last occurrence... right before my admittance in to the insane asylum.

"Loooossserrrr..."

Madison: "Fuck no, not this!!!"

"You worthless piece of shit.. what makes you think you can be anything like you used to be without us..?"

Because I can?

"Don't even both thinking you have the will power to block us out Maddie dear. You are doomed to hear us in your head..."

We'll see about that.

"Don't deny it..."

"You suck... you can't do anything..."

"You've been nothing but at the lowest part of the wrestling food chain since we have left your head..."

You didn't leave, I forced you out the damn door..

Madison: "Leave me alone. I don't need you... it's bad enough Adena made her way in to my head from time to time.."

"Ahh yes.. your other half... well there are many sides to you my dear...."

"And we are forming to push the current you to her wits end.."

You can try, but I won't let you succeed.

"Think that all you want pretty lady.... but you're not going anywhere unless were here... admit that you have no skill without us..."

Never....! I clasp my fingers to my temples.. the pain getting far worse.. please leave.

"We're not going anywhere...."

"We'll be back Maddie dear... and it won't be pleasant.."

And as if on cue, the pain in my temples ceased to exist. This can't be good....!


	RP #: 05 Opponent(s): The Maverick Elite Stips: Singles Match EWF Record: 3/0/1 Tag Team Record: 1/0/0 Total Record: 50/2/14 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) Ace Cutta V.S Robert Davis V.S Madison Divera (W) James Draven V.S Madison Divera (W) Name: Madison Divera Age: 27 DOB: October 1st, 1980. 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 kick the sand beneath my feet, and let out a sarcastic sigh. Okay, so I got lucky. Big whoopty shit. I beat James Draven, that doesn't make me anything special no matter if I was the under dog in the match or not. I'm still nothing special in the EWF. What makes winning against a nobody matter to my career? I'm standing here kicking sand, and I think to myself; my new found attitude and outlook on life is very familiar. Yes, I recognize something there. Silencer, you see the connection. That man bags on his career, his talent and his life. Way to go Madison, you're doing the same as him. Looks like he's not the only one in the pitiful darkness. What's the point in parading around like you have it all made, you have it done and beat, you have what it takes to completely destroy everybody who steps in your path. It's either you are going to do it or not. No if's, and's, or but's about it. So I find myself this week, after taking a week to collect my thoughts, facing The Maverick Elite. Fancy name there bucko. You must feel special with something like that tagged on your ass. Feel like another loss? Let me by hypocritical and say that I am going to win, I am going to beat your ass in to the ground. Because that is exactly what the old Madison would say, that is exactly what she would be thinking and in all honestly she doesn't give a shit no more. Okay I have three wins on my record, followed by a Battle Royal loss. What do you have? Probably a lot more than I have accomplished here thus far. You got the nice chance of getting pegged up on the ladder when you faced the EWF World Heavy Weight Champion last week; Joey Harris. And where did you end up? Knocked back down on the EWF Career Chain. Yes that is right, you did it. Congratulations on your loss to a man who shouldn't even be holding that belt around his waist. It was a tainted victory. Nobody in that World Title Match deserved to win that or to even compete against it. Yes that includes my daughter too. She was in no way prepared for something like that, she doesn't have the skills. So what make you think you could weasel your way in somewhere that you don't belong nor fit in. Do you honestly think your talent far exceeds his? You probably do. But if that were true you probably wouldn't be up against some talentless bitch like myself now would you? Np; you wouldn't. But that's okay, you are any ways. So what are you going to do about it. Walk in to the ring on Revolution this coming Monday and show me why I shouldn't be in the ring against you. Are you going to walk in to that match and teach me a lesson, and show me what real skill is all about? Well then please do. I am very piqued at seeing how you are going to handle things Maverick; Mr. Elite. Don't get me wrong. I am going to show you what I have to bring to table, whether it is my best or my worst. Whether or not my head is fully in the game or whether or not I am out of it. I could probably walk in that ring in a daze and still show you how wrong you are thinking. But who I am I to brag about something that diminished a while back. Madison Divera is no more. She's no longer "The Diva of The Future," yes I admit it.. I am no longer that person... I am no Madison Divera.. "The Diva of The Past." There isn't much that I have accomplished within the last year. I've just been the bottom feeder of any corporation that I had happened to join. Wishing that I could just fight and not be put into anything significant. Now I am here to ride the waves. Whatever gets thrown my way I will becharm itself and present myself with grace and poise. What a line of bullshit! Maverick.. I hope your not a sore loser. Too many people are these days. I don't care if lose if it's to people to who deserve to win. Not much I can say about you though. I know fucking diddly squat about you but here I am ranting and raving inside of my head about you like some kind of pissed off little school girl. Then again this is probably the most a women has every thought of you, isn't it? Not exactly women's favorite choice in men. Oh well! You'll survive, until Revolution that is. I was then distracted to the sound of my cell phone ringing in my pocket. Who the hell could it be now. Madison: "What do you want?" Jessie: "It's your manager bitch!" I smirked. Madison: "Oh yes. So your back from your stupid vacation?" Jessie: "Yes, yes I am. So I have a question to ask..." I quirked my eyebrow. I stopped walking in the sand, and I stare off at the water attempting to reach my toes. Madison: "Well on with it then I don't have all day." Jessie: "Well.... apparently Sean Homes is involved with EWF.." Madison: "That's not a question.." Get on with it already sheesh. Jessie: "Well he manages Jeriko Kane and I was wondering did you hear the rumors that were spread around... and they came exactly from Sean Homes lips.." Madison: "I honestly don't care what he has to say about me Jessie, can you get on with this..?" Jessie: "Well I was wondering if they were true.. like did you really get your ass and the kids asses dragged out of the house a week ago? Did you really find yourself to be the owner of the Pit Bull mansion.. did you really beg to live there?" I began to laugh hysterically. Madison: "Wow.. I wonder if he had a bad trip on weed.. because I clearly moved out of there two months ago.." Silence. Jessie: "Yeah cause he was saying he just recently did it like... a week ago...! So you didn't get thrown out?" I shook my head, not like she could see it. Madison: "Nah Jessie, I voluntarily moved out a long ass time ago... when he was away on training.." Jessie: "Well now that is gone to rest. What about this week?" I rolled my eyes. Madison: "When you ask questions make them worth asking and don't leave out important bits.. what about this week you idiot?" Jessie: "Your opponent, The Maverick Elite." Madison: "Ahhh yes, him!" Jessie: "Well are you prepared?" Madison: "You can never be prepared for the future... what happens is whatever happens. It is whatever is meant to be. You can train you can work out all you want but just because you do so don't mean you are going to win. That's just the way it is..." Jessie: "Right O then... how about this one.. do you think you are going to win?" Madison: "Like I said Jessie, anything can happen. I want to win, I want to show him up. I want to prove to him why he lost to Joey Harris last week and why he will lose to me this week but like I said before shit happens. I could easily lose just as bad as he did last week or worse.." Jessie: "Well he is the most competition you had since you joined here." Madison: "That is more than likely true. But I am not going to judge that until I get in the ring with the man. Until then he is just a nobody in my eyes... and I will just smile as he tries to prove otherwise.." I began to kick the sand again. The small grains squishing in between my toes. Jessie: "Hmm I see. What's this I hear about your daughter?" My face went from somewhat cheerful to an instant straight face. Don't get me wrong I love my daughter but at the moment I am not loving her decisions. Madison: "What did you hear exactly..?" Jessie: "That you got eliminated second for the Logan Invitational Battle Royal that I entered you in a few weeks back, and you daughter; Roxxie made it all the way to the end with Joey Harris and Paul Blair and headed off for the World Heavy Weight Title at Exotic Sunset only to lose to Joey Harris.." Madison: "Your sources are correct me dear. Is that all you heard?" Jessie: "Well all I know is that she is has a new found love interest.." Madison: "Again correct... Joey Harris." I heard a gasp on the other end. She was in shock. Jessie: "You have to be shitting me.." Madison: "Not shitting you Jessie. She is in love with the enemy.." Jessie: "And how do you feel about that?" Madison: "What are you my shrink now? You know very damn well how I fucking feel about that little bond they have formed.." Silence again. Jessie: "Is this trying to purposely get you angry. First she tries for something completely out of her league then she goes for somebody six years her senior.. not to mention somebody you absolutely despise." I nod my head again. Madison: "Only thing is.. he was chasing her tail.. not vice versa." She laughed. I knew exactly what she was thinking. Jessie: "That's funny.." Madison: "HOW THE FUCK IS THAT FUNNY!?" Jessie: "Whoah, whoah calm down. I meant ironic funny not comical funny." Madison: "Don't tell me to calm down." Jessie: "Okay, Okay! But seriously don't you see that. Back in IWA he had a a major crush on you as Ms. Alexander, then he goes ahead and finds out that you really are Madison Divera and it drives him bonkers.. and now he is after your daughter.." Madison: "I call it a fluke not ironic. Honestly Roxxie and I aren't really all that similar." Jessie: "Touché.." I am not fed up with being on the phone." Madison: "Well then on that note, I'm going to end this conversation before I end up ringing your neck the next time I see you.." Jessie: "Lates.." Madison: "Adios.." Flipping my phone closed, I place it back in my pocket. Not my blood is boiling, bubbling and you could say steam was coming out of my ears. For once I was beginning to forget about my daughters rebellious ways. But two can play at that game. Looking onwards to the dock, I drag my feet slowly to it's edge and pull myself up on top.. my feet now brushing the cool water. Shoes in hand I place them beside me on the broken wood and pull a cigarette and lighter from my opposite pocket. The situation with my daughter is no longer something to get mad over. It was now something that I needed to handle. I wonder if she knew that her "boy toy" was planning on turning his back on her at the PPV. But considering he would be able to tap her ass every other night, he decided tail was better than EWF World Dominance. Mind you he already has that power holding the biggest title of them all. The title that was meant to be around this waist, and not his. Already taking a puff of my lit cigarette.. I pull out the flask from my back pocket. Yes, I have alcohol in every occasion. What does it matter to you? Taking a fairly large swig. I begin to wish around the contents of the flask and noticing it's reaching low. It was almost time to head back to the apartment. The place that was meant to be out temporary home, a home that wasn't supposed to last more than a couple of weeks. Continuing my tirade for searching for a new place. I circled almost every ad that was slightly more appealing than the shit hole that we lived in. On a lighter note. Trying to get the image of Joey Harris and Roxxie canoodling behind the opposite wall of my living room I think back to my match this week with none other than the Maverick Elite. Although doubts swarm my mind, I have complete confidence in my ability. It was time that the old Madison came back.. it was time that the sick and sadist mad woman reached her pique once again and reigned havoc on those who dare get in her way. But how? I pulled the cigarette to my lips.. an instant shot of pain going through my left temple.. not this again.. it's been almost two years since the last occurrence... right before my admittance in to the insane asylum. "Loooossserrrr..." Madison: "Fuck no, not this!!!" "You worthless piece of shit.. what makes you think you can be anything like you used to be without us..?" Because I can? "Don't even both thinking you have the will power to block us out Maddie dear. You are doomed to hear us in your head..." We'll see about that. "Don't deny it..." "You suck... you can't do anything..." "You've been nothing but at the lowest part of the wrestling food chain since we have left your head..." You didn't leave, I forced you out the damn door.. Madison: "Leave me alone. I don't need you... it's bad enough Adena made her way in to my head from time to time.." "Ahh yes.. your other half... well there are many sides to you my dear...." "And we are forming to push the current you to her wits end.." You can try, but I won't let you succeed. "Think that all you want pretty lady.... but you're not going anywhere unless were here... admit that you have no skill without us..." Never....! I clasp my fingers to my temples.. the pain getting far worse.. please leave. "We're not going anywhere...." "We'll be back Maddie dear... and it won't be pleasant.." And as if on cue, the pain in my temples ceased to exist. This can't be good....!