Daniella's Up Rise

Chapter 3

*19:47(7:47 PM), RAW begins in 15 minutes*

-Dani's POV-

I sat in my locker room getting ready for the show. My thoughts have been shouting at me all day. I've been grumpy all day. Even in my sleep. I didn't feel like this before, I guess I was just hiding my feelings from myself. I shouldn't have been so mean to Randy, he was only trying to be a friend. If you haven't noticed, I don't have many of those around any more. Well screw it, I'm sick of crying and I just want my life back, but that's not happening anytime soon, so I'm just gonna have to suck it up, and move on.

Someone's feisty.

Yes, I am. I just need to calm down until the show is over.

Why wait until it's over? You do have a match tonight, right?

Yeah, why do you ask? What are you thinking?

Simply take your anger out on Eve tonight. You get your anger out and the WWE universe gets to see a real fight.

What if she gets hurt badly? That's just another version of Victory.

I see your point. But listen to me and I'll make sure that won't happen.

How are you possibly going to pull that one off?

I know the same moves you do. Just start off the match like normal, get her to weaken down, then, I tell you to throw a move, you better throw it. I'll tell you when to cover her. Listen to me and it's a win/win.

I don't think I should listen to some voice out of the blue. I think I should go with what I think.

What do you think I am? I'm simply another side of your thoughts, I've only recently surfaced because you've needed my help more than ever. Your thoughts have a restrictions, they can only go so far. But me, I am limitless. I have no boundaries, I can give you more options than what you've already thought of. I'm here to help you. Not hurt you. I just need you to trust me on this one.

Fine, but if you get out of line, just once, I'm getting rid of you. Somehow.

Ha, good luck with that one.

There was a knock at my door and I jumped out of my thoughts. I really didn't feel like talking to anybody right now, but everything was just screwing me, wasn't it? I got up from the seat I was on and went over to the door. I opened the door and the Celtic Warrior gave me a bright smile, "Hey there, fella."

I have back a weak smile and back walked over to the couch, "Hey, Sheamus." I put my head in my hands and gave a sigh, Here we go again with the, 'Are you OK?' and the 'We all saw it coming.' I was really sick of sympathy right now.

"What's wrong?" He walked in and closed the door behind him, "You look down in the dumps."

Really? Has he not heard? "You haven't heard?" Gossip spreads like wild fire, how could he not hear it?

Confusion spread across his face, "Heard what?" He looked around the room for something, "Hey, where's Victory?"

I was blown, "Have you seriously not heard what's going on?" He shook his head.

"Does it involve Victory? Last time I saw the laddie, she was on probation."

"You haven't heard that-" A voice by the door interrupted my sentence.

"You haven't heard that they put Victory behind bars?" AJ stood by the door with the Championship on her shoulder and a smirk on her face. AJ kinda tormented Victory when she was here.