❝ Woah, Mona Lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town. ❞
In which Mona Lisa Laurinaitis must choose between the one who's been there all along or the one she's always dreamed about.
{Takes place 2012ish}
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The bell rang, and Kelly and I locked up.
Kelly quickly got out of it, grabbed my hand, and attempted to Irish whip me to the corner. I managed to reverse it, sending her to the corner, instead. I ran up to her, kneeing her in the stomach. She grabbed it, falling to her knees.
I grabbed Kelly by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She began punching me, and I stumbled back. Soon, we were going back and forth, punching each other.
Kelly grabbed me by the hand again, and this time she actually Irish whipped me toward the ropes. As I came running back toward her, she jumped up. When I made it to the other ropes, I grabbed them, stopping myself. Kelly turned around once she noticed I wasn't coming near her. She ran toward me, but I slid down, holding the top rope. She flew out of the ring.
I glanced at the ref, who was telling us we had a minute left. I sighed and looked back at Kelly, who was sprawled on the floor outside the ring.
I slid out of the ring, picking Kelly up by her hair. She didn't resist. I began punching her, even as she tried to stop it. I pushed her back into the ring, and I went in after her.
She tried to get up, so I quickly grabbed her arm. The crowd cheered as I locked in the submission.
"Mona Lisa with the STF!" Michael Cole exclaimed.
Kelly quickly tapped out, and I let go of her and stood up.
"The winner of this match, and the number one contender for the Divas Championship: Mona Lisa!"
The ref raised my hand in the air. He dropped it once familiar music began playing.
Beth Phoenix stood at the top of the ramp, the Divas Championship around her waist. I asked for a microphone.
"Beth, at the Royal Rumble, I am taking that title away from you," I said, still catching my breath. "So you better cherish these last few days with it, because, soon, it's going to be around my waist."
Beth just looked at me, smirking. Then, she turned around and walked backstage. The Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic! At the Disco – my theme – began playing, so I handed my microphone back to the tech guy, slid out of the ring, and made my way backstage.
Once I'm there, Beth is waiting for me, and we head to the Divas locker room together.
"So, we're facing each other for the title, huh?" Beth asked.
"I guess so," I replied. "It should be fun."
We reached the locker room, and inside was Nattie and Kelly, who looked like she was ignoring us.
Once Beth and I walked into the room, Kelly picked up her phone, pushed past us, and left the room. I rolled my eyes.
Nattie, Beth, and I began talking, while I changed out of my gear. I planned on taking a shower at the hotel, while Beth was going to take one now. Nattie had to meet TJ somewhere, too, so we said our goodbyes.
