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

I lay there, sprawled out on the lawn chair. Feeling more lazy than ever. Wearing knee torn jeans, that recently accumilated a few stubs of packing tape. My hair pinned back, my shades sheilding my eyes. I just wanted to lay back and enjoy the sun. Not to my surprise I get disturbed.

Male: "Ms. Divera?"

I groan, not wanting to move but weakiy turn and look from around the lawn chair, at two tall men dressed in black with shades on.

Madison: "This ain't Men In Black headquarters guys, go somewhere else.."

I roll back over on to the lawn chair, not hearing any feet, I sigh,

Male: "Ma'am this is no joke. You called in for personal body guards and here we are.."

I smirk, sliding my legs off of the high chair, and standing up.

Madison: "It's about time you got here.."

Heading my way over to the men, who tower over me by a foot, and look up at them.

Madison: "Let's get one thing straight though bub.."

I grab on to the man's tie who had just spoke, and I twirl it in my finger tips, my body nearly pressed up against his. He can't help but smile, as he looks down at me. I slowly pull on his tie, so our nose's are only a couple inches away.

I lift my free hand, and run my index finger tip down the side of his face. I almost make it seem like I am about to the kiss the man until I give him a straight face and lightly slap my palm to his face.

Madison: "Never, EVER, call me ma'am again you hear me?"

He is quick to nod his head, and I let go of his tie. Pulling back to standing position he is now clearing his throat and re-adjusting his tie. I gesture for both men to follow me inside the veranda doors, they look around and notice the only thing in it's place is the furniture and opened, yet full boxes everywhere.

Walking through the living room and to the kitchen, the only room that is fully unpacked and put away, and pull the envelop from the table. Looking from one man to the other. I go to hand the file to the one man, but quickly draw it back.

Madison: "Names again?"

Male: "I'm Darcy Jeffrey's and my partner here is Marc Pearsen."

I nod my head.

Madison: "That's right, I was told on the phone."

I hand the files to Darcy Jeffrey's.. he grabs it but I don't let go.

Madison: "Be sure to read this very carefully.. an address is in there, a letter written out to a woman named Roxxie Roberts, I want you to explain who you are and then give her that letter as proof that it's not a hoax. If anything tell her to call me. I want you two to make sure that her and my grandson, Derrek, never leave your sight. Don't let anybody near them that is not on the safe lift provided ya hear?"

They both nod their heads, and I let go of the folder, and they continue to stand there as if dumbfounded.

Madison: "Scoot, get out of here, you have somewhere to go. Stop sticking your finger up your asses and get over to her place now.."

They both nod their heads again and rush for the door. Rolling my eyes I collapse in to the chair at the table. Many thoughts running through my mind. From the kids, to SCW, to my daughter. Most importantly my daughter and her new found love interest with my worst rival.

A man who slowly weasled his way in to her life and mine as well, stole her heart, trashed her dreams at gold, threw her around the ring like a rag doll, got her to move out of her mother's place, and then get's her son, my grandson kidnapped.

As I sit here, rummaging through my mind all that has happened the past few weeks, what happened the night before, really stuck in my head. The words she says "Consider Divine Intervention over..!" Which of course is the Tag Team Name we have. She tore off the Mother&Daughter Necklace I had shared with her, and threw it to the floor before storming out door.

Pressing my fingertips to my temple, my head begins to throb. Stress seemed to be the only thing that fit in to my life.. it was the only thing that ran through my head, the only thing that I had drive on. I needed something stressfree in my life, and as if it was a offering from the big all mighty my cell phone begins to ring.

Curiousity hits me, as I quirk an eyebrow. Dragging my elbows from the table and my fingers from my temples I reach in to my pocket and grab my phone.

Madison: "Yes...?"

Voice: "What a greeting babe."

I didn't bother to look at the caller ID, I should have before answering the phone annoyed.

Madison: "Oh hey baby, sorry.. not having the best week ya know?"

Voice: "I know babe, I know."

I smirk, just listening to his voice brightens up my mood. Is it crazy to feel this happy about somebody you used to loathe? I haven't felt this happy in ages.

Madison: "What's shakin'?"

Hmm, I don't recal every saying that before, I guess he's rubbing off on me. I hear him chuckle.

Voice: "What's shakin'? Stealing my words now are ya? Nah, nothing, just talking to you baby. I wouldn't want to be doing anything else."

I smile, he certainly has a way with words. I never pinned him for this sort of person, then again I never saw past the hate I used to have for him. Key words, used to!

Madison: "You're too sweet. Are you ready for Breakdown?"

Voice: "As ready as I will be. You can never prepare fully for that kind of match. I just know, I'm not going to let them walk all over me."

Even though he can't see me I nod my head.

Madison: "I hear ya baby.."

Voice: "How'd the moving go?"

Madison: "It's alright.. I got the kitchen unpacked, the furniture in the living room set up, and my bed set up. That's about it.."

Voice: "My offer still stands ya know.."

Madison: "Don't worry I can handle it."

He sighs.

Voice: "Woman! I'm offering to take the next flight out there and help you unpack and your denying it? Stubborn!"

I laughed.

Madison: "You just notcied that?"

Voice: "No, I've always known that about you Maddy. I just like to point them out."

I laughed yet again. Probably the most I have laughed in a great while.

Voice: "Okay babe, I have to go for now, you call me if you need me. Wake my ass up if you have to."

Madison: "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Okay I'll talk to you later."

Voice: "Later babe!"

Madison: "Bye hun!"

I flipped my phone shut. Short and sweet, but still made me smile ear to ear. How could somebody I've only liked for such a short period of time make me feel such at ease when I hear their voice? Make me feel like nothing could go wrong in the world with just a simple "hello."

I have no idea how to explain it. It's like something from another world. Would you call it love? I think not. We have serious feelings about each other but keep it on the low. Things will unravel soon enough, I'm sure of it.

I got up from the table, and made my way through the living room once again, back to where I was enjoying some rays, that is before my ex comes over to have a visit with the kids, our kids, that suprisingly turn out to be his in the end.

Looking over to the pool, already cleaned. Of course it was the first thing I did. On a hot day, moving, unpacking, of course I'd want the pool cleaned, to cool off. I slipped my feet in the water sitting down on the edge.

Madison: "What could I possibly say at this point? That I am going to bash in every single entrant in the Invitational Battle Royal.. that I plan on making tjem bleed out of every orphis of their body? I could. I could go on, about how I am going to claw my way through every single person and dig my nails in to them, sever the flesh from their bones, and make sure they scream in fear and beg me for mercy."

"Talk about how much I deserve this about anybody else just because I have a good record and I have had won titles before. I could go on about my accomplishments, the people I have defeated like I did with Hodge's in my last appearance and speech. I could cause problems and say shit about every single wrestler that wants to get in my way of victory.. but I see no point in it. It's out played, over rated, and so last year."

"I don't deserve to win this, I don't really deserve to eneter myself in to this much just as much as Krazy Conyway and this Stacy Kissinger doesn't deserve to. But guess what, I did anyways. Because like anybody else no matter who they are, are here to prove themselves. If I win, good for me.. I choose the championship I want to go for, and all the power to me if I win it. If I lose.. it will determin where I stand."

"It will determin how much my strength stood out in this match. I may be coming off of major ring rust.. I may be going through a bad perioid in my career where my skills seem to be in the lost and found bin, and I can't seem to find them right now. My talent is currently on an L.O.A, but do you see me backing down, backing out and quitting? No even furing my loss of ability to wrestle like I used to, I am still stepping up, I am still claiming my right to fame. I am still getting the guts to get in the ring and fool myself to get a taste of more."

"To get my ability beat back in to me. Even if I have to lose for it to be knocked back in to place. I don't care about winning this one, oh no. I am not in it to win it. I am in it to see where my skill can take me right now. See how far my limits will reach. I am not like the rest of the Diva's here.. I have no desire or wish to beat Gigi Steward the aparent Diva's Savior for the SCW Women's Championship. I don't want that title."

"It's demeaning.. and degrading. So if I do win this Invitational, unlike you expect I won't be asking for a shot at Gigi and I won't be asking for a shot at Hodges.. Call it throwing away my chance at glory but do you see how foolish that would be?"

"To walk in and think that you can just take on the World Champion and get away with it? Sure you may think you can take on the Champion, think that you can handle him in the ring. But no matter how much you try to knock it in to your thick skull or beat it senseless in to your brain you won't be able to hack it. A man takes a lot of skill, a lot of respect, and a lot of thought to be champion. Not anybody can just have a snatch at that glory."

"So what I am getting at is, whoever wins, all the power to you. Just because I won't be broken hearted if I don't win, doesn't mean I am not a threat. Because I plan on putting just as much in to this as the rest of you.. just on less stressful terms. May the better competitor win!"

There, my last words, my last thoughts. I came in to this thing being cocky, being arrogant. Thinking that I had it made because I had a win up on the SCW's World Champion but after a few days of thought, thinks really lite the way for me. This isn't something to be foolish about. People take this way to lightly.

I get up from the poolside and pull my shades over my eyes once again. Looking up at the sky, the clouds. My time will come soon enough whether it is now or not. I take my place back down in the lawn chair, laying still to make sure my tan doesn't turn out weird. I'm not going to back down, I am not going to give up this time. Third time is a charm.


	RP #: 10 Opponent(s): SCW Stips: Battle Royal EWF Record: 13/0/7 Tag Team Record: 1/0/0 Total Record: 50/2/15 Accomplishments: OWF, IWA, EGW, GWL, UWF, SCW, EWF Contracts. EWA Hall of Fame 08' 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: Five Years of Supremecy Battle Royal () 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 lay there, sprawled out on the lawn chair. Feeling more lazy than ever. Wearing knee torn jeans, that recently accumilated a few stubs of packing tape. My hair pinned back, my shades sheilding my eyes. I just wanted to lay back and enjoy the sun. Not to my surprise I get disturbed. Male: "Ms. Divera?" I groan, not wanting to move but weakiy turn and look from around the lawn chair, at two tall men dressed in black with shades on. Madison: "This ain't Men In Black headquarters guys, go somewhere else.." I roll back over on to the lawn chair, not hearing any feet, I sigh, Male: "Ma'am this is no joke. You called in for personal body guards and here we are.." I smirk, sliding my legs off of the high chair, and standing up. Madison: "It's about time you got here.." Heading my way over to the men, who tower over me by a foot, and look up at them. Madison: "Let's get one thing straight though bub.." I grab on to the man's tie who had just spoke, and I twirl it in my finger tips, my body nearly pressed up against his. He can't help but smile, as he looks down at me. I slowly pull on his tie, so our nose's are only a couple inches away. I lift my free hand, and run my index finger tip down the side of his face. I almost make it seem like I am about to the kiss the man until I give him a straight face and lightly slap my palm to his face. Madison: "Never, EVER, call me ma'am again you hear me?" He is quick to nod his head, and I let go of his tie. Pulling back to standing position he is now clearing his throat and re-adjusting his tie. I gesture for both men to follow me inside the veranda doors, they look around and notice the only thing in it's place is the furniture and opened, yet full boxes everywhere. Walking through the living room and to the kitchen, the only room that is fully unpacked and put away, and pull the envelop from the table. Looking from one man to the other. I go to hand the file to the one man, but quickly draw it back. Madison: "Names again?" Male: "I'm Darcy Jeffrey's and my partner here is Marc Pearsen." I nod my head. Madison: "That's right, I was told on the phone." I hand the files to Darcy Jeffrey's.. he grabs it but I don't let go. Madison: "Be sure to read this very carefully.. an address is in there, a letter written out to a woman named Roxxie Roberts, I want you to explain who you are and then give her that letter as proof that it's not a hoax. If anything tell her to call me. I want you two to make sure that her and my grandson, Derrek, never leave your sight. Don't let anybody near them that is not on the safe lift provided ya hear?" They both nod their heads, and I let go of the folder, and they continue to stand there as if dumbfounded. Madison: "Scoot, get out of here, you have somewhere to go. Stop sticking your finger up your asses and get over to her place now.." They both nod their heads again and rush for the door. Rolling my eyes I collapse in to the chair at the table. Many thoughts running through my mind. From the kids, to SCW, to my daughter. Most importantly my daughter and her new found love interest with my worst rival. A man who slowly weasled his way in to her life and mine as well, stole her heart, trashed her dreams at gold, threw her around the ring like a rag doll, got her to move out of her mother's place, and then get's her son, my grandson kidnapped. As I sit here, rummaging through my mind all that has happened the past few weeks, what happened the night before, really stuck in my head. The words she says "Consider Divine Intervention over..!" Which of course is the Tag Team Name we have. She tore off the Mother&Daughter Necklace I had shared with her, and threw it to the floor before storming out door. Pressing my fingertips to my temple, my head begins to throb. Stress seemed to be the only thing that fit in to my life.. it was the only thing that ran through my head, the only thing that I had drive on. I needed something stressfree in my life, and as if it was a offering from the big all mighty my cell phone begins to ring. Curiousity hits me, as I quirk an eyebrow. Dragging my elbows from the table and my fingers from my temples I reach in to my pocket and grab my phone. Madison: "Yes...?" Voice: "What a greeting babe." I didn't bother to look at the caller ID, I should have before answering the phone annoyed. Madison: "Oh hey baby, sorry.. not having the best week ya know?" Voice: "I know babe, I know." I smirk, just listening to his voice brightens up my mood. Is it crazy to feel this happy about somebody you used to loathe? I haven't felt this happy in ages. Madison: "What's shakin'?" Hmm, I don't recal every saying that before, I guess he's rubbing off on me. I hear him chuckle. Voice: "What's shakin'? Stealing my words now are ya? Nah, nothing, just talking to you baby. I wouldn't want to be doing anything else." I smile, he certainly has a way with words. I never pinned him for this sort of person, then again I never saw past the hate I used to have for him. Key words, used to! Madison: "You're too sweet. Are you ready for Breakdown?" Voice: "As ready as I will be. You can never prepare fully for that kind of match. I just know, I'm not going to let them walk all over me." Even though he can't see me I nod my head. Madison: "I hear ya baby.." Voice: "How'd the moving go?" Madison: "It's alright.. I got the kitchen unpacked, the furniture in the living room set up, and my bed set up. That's about it.." Voice: "My offer still stands ya know.." Madison: "Don't worry I can handle it." He sighs. Voice: "Woman! I'm offering to take the next flight out there and help you unpack and your denying it? Stubborn!" I laughed. Madison: "You just notcied that?" Voice: "No, I've always known that about you Maddy. I just like to point them out." I laughed yet again. Probably the most I have laughed in a great while. Voice: "Okay babe, I have to go for now, you call me if you need me. Wake my ass up if you have to." Madison: "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Okay I'll talk to you later." Voice: "Later babe!" Madison: "Bye hun!" I flipped my phone shut. Short and sweet, but still made me smile ear to ear. How could somebody I've only liked for such a short period of time make me feel such at ease when I hear their voice? Make me feel like nothing could go wrong in the world with just a simple "hello." I have no idea how to explain it. It's like something from another world. Would you call it love? I think not. We have serious feelings about each other but keep it on the low. Things will unravel soon enough, I'm sure of it. I got up from the table, and made my way through the living room once again, back to where I was enjoying some rays, that is before my ex comes over to have a visit with the kids, our kids, that suprisingly turn out to be his in the end. Looking over to the pool, already cleaned. Of course it was the first thing I did. On a hot day, moving, unpacking, of course I'd want the pool cleaned, to cool off. I slipped my feet in the water sitting down on the edge. Madison: "What could I possibly say at this point? That I am going to bash in every single entrant in the Invitational Battle Royal.. that I plan on making tjem bleed out of every orphis of their body? I could. I could go on, about how I am going to claw my way through every single person and dig my nails in to them, sever the flesh from their bones, and make sure they scream in fear and beg me for mercy." "Talk about how much I deserve this about anybody else just because I have a good record and I have had won titles before. I could go on about my accomplishments, the people I have defeated like I did with Hodge's in my last appearance and speech. I could cause problems and say shit about every single wrestler that wants to get in my way of victory.. but I see no point in it. It's out played, over rated, and so last year." "I don't deserve to win this, I don't really deserve to eneter myself in to this much just as much as Krazy Conyway and this Stacy Kissinger doesn't deserve to. But guess what, I did anyways. Because like anybody else no matter who they are, are here to prove themselves. If I win, good for me.. I choose the championship I want to go for, and all the power to me if I win it. If I lose.. it will determin where I stand." "It will determin how much my strength stood out in this match. I may be coming off of major ring rust.. I may be going through a bad perioid in my career where my skills seem to be in the lost and found bin, and I can't seem to find them right now. My talent is currently on an L.O.A, but do you see me backing down, backing out and quitting? No even furing my loss of ability to wrestle like I used to, I am still stepping up, I am still claiming my right to fame. I am still getting the guts to get in the ring and fool myself to get a taste of more." "To get my ability beat back in to me. Even if I have to lose for it to be knocked back in to place. I don't care about winning this one, oh no. I am not in it to win it. I am in it to see where my skill can take me right now. See how far my limits will reach. I am not like the rest of the Diva's here.. I have no desire or wish to beat Gigi Steward the aparent Diva's Savior for the SCW Women's Championship. I don't want that title." "It's demeaning.. and degrading. So if I do win this Invitational, unlike you expect I won't be asking for a shot at Gigi and I won't be asking for a shot at Hodges.. Call it throwing away my chance at glory but do you see how foolish that would be?" "To walk in and think that you can just take on the World Champion and get away with it? Sure you may think you can take on the Champion, think that you can handle him in the ring. But no matter how much you try to knock it in to your thick skull or beat it senseless in to your brain you won't be able to hack it. A man takes a lot of skill, a lot of respect, and a lot of thought to be champion. Not anybody can just have a snatch at that glory." "So what I am getting at is, whoever wins, all the power to you. Just because I won't be broken hearted if I don't win, doesn't mean I am not a threat. Because I plan on putting just as much in to this as the rest of you.. just on less stressful terms. May the better competitor win!" There, my last words, my last thoughts. I came in to this thing being cocky, being arrogant. Thinking that I had it made because I had a win up on the SCW's World Champion but after a few days of thought, thinks really lite the way for me. This isn't something to be foolish about. People take this way to lightly. I get up from the poolside and pull my shades over my eyes once again. Looking up at the sky, the clouds. My time will come soon enough whether it is now or not. I take my place back down in the lawn chair, laying still to make sure my tan doesn't turn out weird. I'm not going to back down, I am not going to give up this time. Third time is a charm.