DWA: Diva With Attitude

WWE NXT
July 17th 2014
Orlando, Fl
Full Sail University

Earlier tonight

As NXT came on the air, the fans in attendance turned their attention to the giant tron above the stage. The first thing they saw was a door, and on that door was the name tag indicating that it belonged to the general manager, JBL.  Small boos were heard as the fans were now taken inside of the office. The self-made millionaire donned his signature white cowboy hat and a costume suit, with black cowboy boots on his feet. He was on his phone, but with whom would be left to the imagination to those who cared enough to guess.
“I’m tellin ya, things are under control.” JBL reassured the person.“Tha card is stacked and you’ll be impressed.” He laughed, paying no attention to the camera man in front of him. As the Texan continued his phone conversation, he was soon joined by the very unsatisfied trio known as the B.F.F’s. “I’ll call you right back.” JBL admitted hanging up his phone turning his attention to the beautiful women in front of him.

Standing front in center was the blonde, Summer Rae, who had her hands crossed over her chest. In the background was an equally annoyed Sasha Banks and Charlotte.

“Girls!” JBL beamed. “How can I help ya?”

Summer put on her best faux smile and twirled a finger in her hair. “You see JBL, I speak for everyone when I say that this six diva tag team match shouldn’t happen.” Summer addressed as her “best friends” somewhat agreed. “Generation F.U.N and Remy are not only below us, but they threatened us with physical harm. “She continued. “That means, we’re working in an unsafe working condition and we want to know what you are going to do about it. They’re violent and dirty and just the thought puts me in distress and need a day at the spa.” Charlotte and Sasha raised a brow, Summer’s tactics were questionable and either one of them could have done a better job. “Charlotte and Sasha might be okay with it, but I, I shouldn’t be in such a match.” The duo behind the blonde rolled their eyes.

“Listen, Summer, girls. I don’t appreciate you being threatened last week and I did fine them.” JBl admitted.

“Just a fine?” Sasha scoffed. “They should be arrested.”

“I agree, this whole thing should be called off.” The Flair girl concurred.
JBL let out a sigh as he tried his best to reason. “Be that as it may, the higher ups, did like the idea of the match. So, as much as I don’t want to book it, it’s going to happen. To steal a line from Tha Authority, it’s best for business.”

“Are you kidding me?” Summer threw her arms down and turned up her body. “That’s not fair and I just got a manicure!”

“Putting us in a match against criminals is not best for business.” Sasha stepped up. “But if you can’t handle it, we will.” The feisty diva pursed her lips, snapped her fingers as she did a pivot on her way out with Charlotte, leaving Summer with JBL.
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The camera had panned away from the four in the back and went straight to the trio at the commentating desk: William Regal, Tom Phillips and Byron Saxton. “Looks like the Beautiful Fierce Females plan to get out of this match didn’t work out too well.” Tom laughed as Byron shook his head.

“I agree with the B.F.F’s.” Byron admitted. “This match shouldn’t happen, but regardless, it should be a good match and steal the show.”

On the far end, William couldn’t help but smile, “my oh my, they remind me of my ex-wives. Just something nasty and naughty, and I know a thing about that, calling myself a true villain. Those ladies have a mean streak in them and I’d be afraid to tell them no.”

“I would be too.” Tom agreed. “Though, I know who isn’t afraid of them, standing by, take it away Renee.”

Renee beamed as the blonde Canadian was about to take great pleasure in conducting the next interview. “Thanks Tom. Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time, Generation F.U.N and the NXT Woman’s Champion-Remy.” Renee continued to smile as the fan favorites entered stepped into the camera view. On Renee’s left was her own bff, Remy, and on her right was Rita Salem and Julia Stone. “Ladies, we all saw what happened last week, as you threw down the challenge to the Beautiful Fierce Females. Now only is that match going to happen, but before it was official, you three received fines. What are your thoughts on this situation?” At first Renee turned to Remy, who had her tonsils removed the day before; instead of expressing herself, the Rogue Diva let Rita take the mic.

“Renee, if I may?” Rita asked getting the blonde’s attention, holding the microphone in the 5’10 diva’s direction. “We’re fine with the fines, do we find them to be bogus? Best believe it. It’s just like the BFF’s to whine like the spoiled little girls they are to get there way. It’s their M.O, we get it, and it’s annoying. There is nothing and I do mean nothing, we rather do than shut their bratty little mouths.” Rita smiled at Renee, then turned back to the camera. “They will scratch, and they will claw and pout. Do you know what else does that? Little Chihuahuas, and that’s what they remind us of, all bark and no bite. Just like Chihuahuas, they’re scared, that’s why they’re shaking in their boots and ran to JBL to get out of this match. It didn’t happen, but what is going to happen, is us, shutting them up and putting a muzzle on them. In other words, we’re punching them in their mouths.” Rita shrugged and Julia asked for the microphone.

“What she said. The B.F.F’s are one heck of a trio, but so is Generation F.U.N, myself, Rita Salem and my sister Aleena. As you can see, Aleena isn’t here, doing her thing on the Main Roster. However, we do have the NXT Woman’s Champion, who is more than capable in getting the job done. B.F.F’s, meet Generation Ninja, and we are coming for you!”
“Thanks ladies, and the match is next.”
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It was the kind of match that everyone involved or had the pleasure of witnessing was emotionally invested. At the drop of a dime, momentum could have easily changed. For the most part, everyone was rooting for the baby face team. With every underhanded tactic, the Beautiful Fierce Females gained more heat. The match was now in the favor of the good team with their opponents on the outside trying to regroup.

“The B.F.F’s need a time out here, not a bad strategy.”  Byron stated one of their only fans.

If there was one thing that the villains should have known, was that there were no timeout’s in wrestling. With a simple nod of the head, both Julia and Rita climbed up to a turnbuckle and dived on Sasha and Summer, as Remy had met Charlotte with a plancha.
“Now how fair was that?” Byron complained as everyone else rose to their feet to give Generation Ninja a round of applause.

“That was exciting, let’s get a replay as Remy rolls Charlotte back into the ring.” Tom Phillips stated. On the bottom half of the screen, an instant replay showed the previous transactions as Remy started landing shots on Charlotte who did her best to kick the smaller woman off.

“A little firecracker isn’t she?” William deviously grinned watching on as the referee Drake separated the two when Charlotte managed to crawl to the ropes.  “Remy despite her short stature, has a mean streak in her and its something ugly. To hold the NXT Woman’s Championship, and to defend it as successfully as she has, you have to have a mean streak in you. Charlotte just bring out the worst in her.” Remy grabbed at Charlotte, but the lanky diva kicked the short champion in the knee and tossed her out of the ring through the middle ropes with a thud.

“Good counter by Charlotte, and Remy is down, and maybe hurt. She’s clutching at her knee.” Byron noted, though he loved the B.F.F’s seeing a potential injury is something that he did not want. Luckily for him and Remy it was nothing. Charlotte cracked a grin, but before she could get up, Julia took advantage of the opportunity and crashed into her with double knees to the face.  It was utterly cringe worthy. With the momentum, Charlotte had managed to roll out of the ring to avoid being pinned, despite no one really knew who the legal combatants were anymore.  “This thing is getting ugly.”
“Charlotte might have to use that fine money for a spa day after that.” Tom joked, but he wasn’t joking for too long. Inside the ring, Sasha had hit Julia with a backstabber before floating over into a crossface.

“All joking aside, look at how Sasha Banks have taken control of this match. That hold is incredibly painful. If you want to stretch someone, that’s one way to do it.”  

Julia was in all sorts of trouble; she was on the verge of submitting, pain in her blue eyes. Just before her hand was going to slap against the black mat, Rita came to the rescue with a low angle dropkick to the mush of the boss. Next to enter the fray was Summer Rae. Summer was quick in the ring and quick to use one of her long legs to try to find some sort of offense. Unfortunately, Rita had caught the woman by the leg, which spelt bad news for Ms. Rae.

Rita spun the other blonde around, lifted her in the air and connected with Bad Street USA. Summer had become acquainted with mat, as Rita went for the cover, hooking both legs.

“One…Two…Three.”

“They did it!” Tom beamed as U+Ur Hand sounded on the PA system.

“Here’s your winners, Rita Salem, Julia Stone and Remy!” Eden Stiles announced as the trio met in the center of the ring to have their hands raised in victory.
It was a hard earned win, one that they knew could have easily gone to the B.F.F’s. Things were just getting started, and if the B.F.F’s had anything to do about it, they all would be meeting again in some fashion next week.