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"You can't do this!" the woman protested, the volume of her voice raising as she stared in disbelief at the man with whom she was having a surprise meeting.
"Oh, but I think I *can*..." Vince McMahon replied evenly, an arrogant look coming over his smug face.
"But...but Mr. McMahon - I'm not even a *wrestler*!" Lilian Garcia pointed out, her arms spread in a helpless gesture as she shook her head. She glanced over the faces of the other three divas present in the room, and it was clear that Amy Dumas, Lisa Moretti and Nora Greenwald were all upset as well.
"Listen to me, Lilian..." Vince spoke sharply, pointing an angry finger at the little blonde ring announcer. "Quite frankly, I don't give a *damn* that you aren't a wrestler...Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson have never been 'real' wrestlers themselves, but at least they have enough respect to obey my wishes..."
Amy took a step forward to stand directly beside Lilian, her hazel eyes flashing angrily as she eyed the man.
"Yeah, but that's because Torrie's the world's biggest slut and Stacy's scared to death of you - *Mr.* McMahon..."
Vince glared at the redhead whom he knew was a spitfire and never one to back down - *or* keep her mouth shut.
Instead of responding to Amy, the boss turned his attention toward Nora. The petite brunette glared at him with contempt, her arms crossed over her breasts defensively.
"You - Greenwald...I've been telling you for weeks...Are you or are you *not* going to get breast implants and lose a few pounds?"
"*Not*!" the brunette said in annoyance. "There is *nothing* wrong with my body, and I *refuse* to change it!"
The fourth and oldest diva, Lisa, patted the other woman on the back encouragingly before glaring at the boss as well.
"And you, Moretti," Vince barked, "you and Dumas here have too much in common-" He grew even angrier, his face actually going red as he continued. "Neither of you know how to keep your big mouths shut or mind your own business...And because of *that*, all four of you are going to be taught a very valuable lesson..."
"Is that so, Vince?" the woman known as Ivory to fans everywhere spoke. As the one diva who'd been with the WWE longer than anyone else, the brunette was the only one with enough nerve to call the Chairman by his first name.
"That's right - and stop being so damn cute!" Mr. McMahon shouted. "The four of you are going to learn not to fuck with authority!"
Lilian visibly winced at the profanity.
"You'll be booked in matches against the other divas - and booked to *lose*..." Vince took note of the way Amy's eyes narrowed as he spoke. "Oh, and of course these will all be *gimmick* matches - mud matches, pudding matches, bra and panties matches, you name it! The sky's the limit for you four in terms of the good old gimmick match!" He gestured with a wave of his hand in the air above him as though to prove his words.
The four women stared at McMahon with an assortment of emotions - sadness, anger, disappointment, hopelessness...
"You've *got* to be kidding..." Lisa finally said, a sarcastic smile forming on her pretty face.
"Well, guess what, Miss Moretti? I'm *not* - I have never been more serious in my life! Now, get the hell out of my office! You four have wasted enough of my time!" Somehow, he'd been able to refrain from calling them 'bitches.'
The divas slowly made their way to the door to exit Vince's office. Lisa, bringing up the rear, glanced once more at her boss before leaving.
"You know, it's a real shame you've become such a horrible, bitter person, Vince McMahon...a damn, crying shame..."