| Britney Spears? Not So Much. |
[Dec. 11th, 2007|03:05 pm] |
Title: Britney Spears? Not So Much.
Fandom: Wrestling; WWE
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Pairings: None.
Word Count: 475
Disclaimer: Jillian Hall is property of herself
Author's Note: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) 100_women prompt - 048 - Sing.
The other divas were either wincing, or had their fingers in their ears. Jillian Hall was at it again. And it was not good. She had her ipod in her ears, and was singing along to her fave singer, Britney Spears. Melina let out a groan and looked at her friend. She didn't want to hurt Jillian's feelings, but the screeching had to stop. It was clear that the poor girl didn't realize how tone deaf she really is.
"Hit me baby...one more time!" Jillian caterwaled at the top of her lungs. It was enough to shatter glass. Candice Michelle and Mickie James winced.
Not realizing her effect on the other divas in the RAW locker room, she kept on, thinking in her mind that she sounded good. She put on her shiny pink top and laced up her wrestling boots, still making god awful noise that she confused with music. Melina shook her head as she walked over and tapped her tag team partner for that night on the shoulder. When the blonde looked up at her, Melina shook her head and gave her friend a pleading look.
"What?" said Jillian, now giving the dark haired girl a mock pout. She had her hands on her hips and her ipod was still blaring away in her ears.
Melina gently pulled the ear pieces of Jillian's ipod of our her ears. "We have to go to the ring soon. You might want to save your voice for when you have to go out and sing to the audience. You have to upstage Lillain, remember?"
Jillian's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh you'e right! I can sing Toxic to all the fans while I'm in the ring. And prove to Lillian who the real singing diva is here in this company. But I should practice first before we go out there."
Beth Phoenix, Mickie, Candice, Maria Kanellis, and Melina groaned as Jillian turned her ipod up and sang along. Her mp3 player was so loud that she could not hear how she sounded as she sang along with it, putting on her makeup before having to go out to the ring.
"With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride. You're toxic, I'm slipping under." Jillian howled along with the music in her ears.
Beth walked over, tapped Jillian on the shoulder, and then pointed towards the clocking. It was time for the two of them, along with their partner Melina, to head out to the ring. As Jillian turned off her ipod, and put it away, the other divas let out a silent sigh of relief. Peace and quiet, if for a little while.
The three heels headed to the ring, Jillian more excited than ever to sing for the crowd, as Beth and Melina were dreading what was to come. |
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| Apple In My Eye |
[Dec. 11th, 2007|11:52 am] |
Title: Apple In My Eye
Fandom: Wrestling; WWE
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Pairings: None.
Word Count: 445
Disclaimer: The in ring event that happened is property of WWE. Torrie Wilson is property of herself.
Author's Note: 100_women prompt - 077 - Apple.
I spit in the face of people who are not cool
Carlito's theme played as she made her way to the back, rubbing her eye. As part of the breakup angle in their storyline, he was supposed to spit apple at her. And did he ever. A sharp piece of the apple went right into her eye. She kept rubbing, along with opening and closing, her left eye all the way to the ladies locker room.
Ric Flair stopped her in one of the hallways of the arena. "Are you okay Torrie? Carlito did not protect your face at all when he spat that apple at you. I couldn't be out there due to the storyline..."
She put a gentle hand on the legend's right shoulder. "Ric, I'm okay. Honest. It was more shocking than hurt. And now it's just this annoying feeling."
She had known Ric for many years, every since the late nineties, when she began working along side Ric's son, David, in World Championship Wrestling.
They saw Carlito approach them, a guilty look on his face.
"Torrie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get the apple pieces in your eyes. Honest."
She gave the second generation wrestler a soft smile. "It's okay Carlito."
She wanted nothing more than to go to the ladies locker room and wash out her left eye. But with Ric worrying over her and Carlito apologizing over and over to her, she felt it would be rude to get away. Finally the two men began to mildly argue over what happened, and she took her chance and snuck away.
Torrie could hear Ric yelling at Carilto about the apple, calling Carlito lazy and irresponsible. She shook her head as she pushed the door open to the ladies locker room. Her friend, Candice Michelle, was already waiting for her with a warm, wet washcloth.
"Here sweetie, put this on your eye." Candice told her as she handed her the washcloth.
Torrie mumbled thank you as she sank down in chair and put the warm cloth to her now more irritated left eye.
"Oh my god, Torrie! I saw what happened! I mean, Carlito's spat apple on me before during backstage interviewing, bu t never in the direction of my face. Are you okay!?" A concerned Maria Kanellis came running up to her.
She smiled and nodded at Maria to let her know that she was okay. Getting apple pieces in your eye was not a serious injury. She leaned back in her chair and let out a sigh, Torrie knew it would be a long, long time. before she wanted to see the site of an apple ever again |
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| It Just Feels Right |
[Dec. 11th, 2007|12:03 am] |
Title: It Just Feels Right
Fandom: Wrestling; WWE
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: This is based off of RAW's 15th anniversary that took place on Dec 10, 2007
Pairings: None, but there is mention of Trish Stratus and Adam "Edge" Copeland.
Word Count: 336
Disclaimer: The character "Lita" and "Edge" are property of WWE.
Author's Note: 100_women prompt - 097 - Writer's Choice, so I made it "Reunion".
She stood there in the ring, looking across at her long time friend and sometimes foe. Her red hair shined in the bright lights as the crowd cheered for them both. Once again she had teamed up with Trish Stratus. They had both retired last year. Trish to have a family, and her to make music with her band.
But this was a special night. A night of reunions. A night of comebacks. And that she did. She didn't come back as Edge's slut. She came back as the Lita all the fans knew and loved. The Lita everyone was hoping to see. And it felt damn good to be back on that December night. She and Trish and just gotten Jillian Hall out of the ring. The crowd was in anticipation. Was she and Trish going to start fighting, or were they going to be on the same side all night? It could go either way with the two of them. Everyone knew the worked well together, both as friends or as enemies.
The two of them approached each other in the ring, and embraced. The crowd by now was popping huge. And she was happy and melancholy at the same time.She loved being in the ring with Trish. The two of them were practically best friends in real life, but yet she was sad that it was just for one night.
She had missed everyone, from Trish to Adam. Everyone she had worked with, and some she had not, was there that night. Old memories and old feelings had come back. Her past feuds, her past alliances, her past everything. She remembered the adrenaline rush she felt every time she used to step out on the platform. It was all back again.
She climbed out of the ring with Trish as the crowd chanted their names, happy to see the two of them not only back, but working together as a team. And this time, for one night only, it just felt right. |
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| She's Hardcore |
[Aug. 11th, 2007|01:27 am] |
Title: She's Hardcore
Fandom: Wrestling; ECW
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers
Pairings: None really
Word Count: 267
Disclaimer: The character "Beulah McGillicutty" and ECW are property of WWE.
Author's Note: 100_women prompt - 026 - Blood.
The fans were chanting “She's hardcore!” as Beulah stood in the middle of the ring and did the crucifix. Tommy Dreamer had been outside of the ring with Rob Van Damn, while she had taken on RVD's manager, Bill Alfonzo.
She had taken it to Fonzie that night. Hitting him with everything, even a steal kitchen sink. She was covered in blood, but not her own. Fonzie's face was a crimson mask. Blood poured from his face as he tried to give her a DDT, but failed.
The ECW fans were in awe. Here was a manager and a valet. Both weighing about a little over a hundred pounds each, and they were tearing it up in the ring as if they had done this thirty time over. Even Tommy looked on in amazement as Beulah out fought Alfonzo in the ring.
The crowd was fully behind the ECW diva as she did a baseball slide across the ring, hitting the annoying whistle blowing self proclaimed manager of champions, who was tied to the tree of woe with a steel chair covering his already bloody face.
His blood was in her honey colored hair, on her bare arms, on her wrestling clothes, but she didn't care. This was ECW. A place where the women were just as tough as the men.
All in all, by the end of it, she got the win. She was tired and exhausted. Weary and sore. But walking out with his blood all over her felt good for some reason, and it would feel even better with Tommy cleaning her off in the shower later on that night. |
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| The Major in Mud |
[Aug. 11th, 2007|12:13 am] |
Title: The Major in Mud
Fandom: Wrestling; WCW
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers
Pairings: None
Word Count: 252
Disclaimer: The character "Major Gunns" belongs to Tylene Buck. WCW is property of WWE.
Author's Note: 100_women prompt - 021 - Dirty.
She was covered in mud after her match at the Pay Per View. Sure, she had won, but it still seemed a bit demeaning to wrestle in mud. Especially, since she had to carry her opponent, Miss Hancock, all through the match.
Tylene Buck, known to the WCW fans and the wrestling world as Major Gunns, made her way to the back. She tried to wipe off as much mud as she could off of her on her way to the showers in the locker room at the arena.
She tuned on the hot water in the shower and removed her camouflage bikini top and bottoms. She stepped in the shower and stood there for a bit, trying to get all the mud out of her hair. She reached out and took her shampoo out of her bag and began getting to work on getting her long blonde hair clean again.
The mud was in her mouth, her eyes, her ears, and up her nose. This was not pleasant. She didn't mind wrestling in matches. She really didn't. But this?
Sure, she was the one who wanted to wrestle more, but NOT in mud. She didn't mind having to have her top and shorts removed during the match, she's posed topless before her wrestling days.
Soon, all the mud was off of her, and the Major felt clean once more. Tylene stepped out of the shower, got dressed in a shirt and jeans, blow dried her blonde hair, and left the arena. |
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