Yeah, I'm So Over You!

Disclaimer: I don't own WWE or any of the wrestlers!

Notes: This is the intro for my characters. My first try so tell me what ya'll think! Sorry I tried not to make it so corny, but I'm corny, so oh well! Oh yeah as I'm typing this, Christian just returned to the WWE on ECW! YES!! I'm a Peep! And remember, it's jut a story! This one takes place around the middle of 2005. Around the time of the draft.

Ch. 1: Drafted

"We're gonna last forever. Don't worry." Yeah right. That's what he told me. He said that we would be together forever! I cant believe he would cheat on me! By the way, I'm Yasmyn. I go by one of my middle names, Lauryyin. My name's too long, really!

Anyway, I know you're wondering who the guy that cheated on me is, right? Yeah well, he's Dave. Yes. That Dave. Dave Bautista. The freaking punk ass bitch Animal! Um… yeah I kinda have a dirty mouth. Especially, when I'm pissed. And now, I am really pissed!

And I am so glad I didn't do anything with him. I mean, he's hot and all, but I like to get to know guys before I, you know. But I'm kinda new to the sex stuff anyway! Who cares. I consider myself lucky.

Most 19 year olds are kind of wild, well the ones I know anyway. Hmm…. Maybe that's why he cheated on me. Oh well his loss. It's really going be kind of weird being backstage around him.

"Yeah, I got it. Thanks Amy." I said as Amy walked out of the diva's locker room. She was reminding me that I had to go talk to Vince about the show.

I was walking to the back when he bumped into me. Oh shit!

"Get the hell away from me! Prick." I half screamed. Eyes turned, and necks stretched to see what was possibly going to be World War III. I was ready for his comeback, but to my surprise, this ass had the nerve to ask me to talk in 'private'. Please!

I turned to him and all of a sudden…Slap!! Yeah I slapped him. Right in the face. Hopefully it knocked all the taste out his mouth. Ooh nice one! David Michael Bautista-The Bastard.

He just looked at me and walked off. Holding his now red cheek! His eyes looked, well they looked hurt. Hmph! He should be! Bastard.

"So, what'd he say?" My sister, Kim, asked me as she walked into the locker room. She wanted to know how the meeting with Mr. McMahon went.

"It went." I told her as I combed my long, brunette hair into a ponytail. I should just tell her. I know she's going to pry. "It went? Oh gosh Lauryyin, sometimes you are so dramatic!" She said as she laced her boots.

"Vince said I'm going to Smackdown!" Oh great. I can feel the tears running down my face. Damn, why am I crying? "Hey, at least Mark's going to be there." She said as she nudged my shoulder. "Eddie's there too Lori." And with that, she left out of the locker room to prepare for her match. Great. Just great. Leave me in here with all these thoughts. It's so quiet. It's agonizing.

"Don't leave!" I heard someone say from behind me. I knew that voice. Very well actually. Shit.

"Dave leave me alone!" But he wouldn't listen. "I just need to talk to you." Oh yeah about what ass. "There is nothing to talk about David! Now move!" Now he was blocking the entrance to the parking lot.

"Lauryyin, please. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." Oh please. "So when you were on top of her, I guess you just fell, right. Dave I'm no idiot. I might be 19, but I'm not so naïve that I would just believe that bullshit! Now just get the fuck out of my way before I get Mark." And with that, he moved from the doorway and left.