AN: Yes, I am a sucker for family stories, if you don't like that theme, *shrugs* sorry, but I do, so here comes another one :) Also, I know Rene's real last name is Goguen, but we're going with Dupree b/c it's my story damn it! lol
Disclaimer: You know the drill- all I own are the original characters.
Summary: The thin line between love and hate has never been tested as much as it will be when Jameigh Flair and Rene Dupree are forced to work together. Will they recognize what's blooming between them, or will the natural tendency to fight prevent the best thing they could ever hope for?
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"Dad, why can't I just stay with you, Paul, and Randy? Everything was finally coming together. I cannot believe creative is going to fuck it all up now."
"Jameigh, watch your mouth please. And you know there isn't anything I can do about it."
"I do not want to work with La Resistance! They are beyond stuck up." Ric Flair sighed and looked at his nineteen year old daughter.
"Jameigh, you are acting quite stuck up yourself. It's not any of our decisions, and you know that."
"I know, I'm just not happy about it at all. Why are they doing it?"
"The powers that be want to turn La Resistance face. They figure that by starting a feud with Evolution, and stealing you away from us, it will gain the boys some popularity."
Jameigh rolled her eyes and sat down next to her dad. "They aren't the brightest crayons in the box, now are they? I don't see how anything to do with me would change their status in any way."
"Sweetie, you are seriously underestimating your popularity. I know that you've only been with us for a few months now, but you are quite the topic on the internet. And there are signs in the crowd for you every night."
"Dad, there are signs for the beer guy in the stands every night. That means jack."
"There's nothing I can say is there?"
"Nope." Jameigh got up from the table and headed for the door. "I'm going to go work off some of this anger. I'll see you later."
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"Rob, I am not working with her," Rene Dupree said to his La Resistance teammate Rob Conway.
"Rene, I don't think you have a choice. She's not that bad."
Rene made a sound close to a snort and smirked at the other man. "You are out of your mind. She is a stuck up valley girl wanna be bitch." He turned to his girlfriend Nora. "Am I right?"
Nora nodded. "I think so. Every time we wrestle she works so stiff. And she thinks she's hot shit because she's Ric Flair's daughter, and because she can wrestle like a lucha."
That last comment caused Rob to start laughing. "Nora, you sound so jealous. Are you sure you aren't in character, and there's a camera around here somewhere?"
Nora, who wrestled under the name Molly Holly, shot Rob a glare. "You are full of it Rob. I would never be jealous of her."
"If you say so. Rene, we need to go find the stuck up valley girl so we can get things set for tonight." Rene sighed and let go of Nora's hand.
"If we must.
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After thirty minutes of searching, Rene and Rob found Jameigh in the ring, taking quite a beating from Amy "Lita" Dumas. WWE agent Fit Finlay was working with them, so the guys sat on some folding chairs and waited for the lesson to be over. After another ten minutes Fit hugged both girls and left the ring. Amy and Jameigh stood around talking until Amy noticed the guys. "Jameigh, I think you've got some visitors." Jameigh groaned when she turned and saw them sitting in the chairs.
"Gee, thanks Amy."
Amy gave her a sympathetic look. "Good luck." Jameigh nodded at her as she left the ring and headed for the back. She slowly climbed out of the ring and took the seat next to Rob.
"I'll assume they already told you." Rob started to respond but Rene beat him to it.
"Of course, I wouldn't be here talking to you for any other reason." Rob punched him in the arm.
"Don't be an ass man." He turned towards her and smiled. "Yes Jameigh, and that's why we're here. I have a match with Randy tonight, and you're supposed to interfere but instead of hitting me you hit him. He'll be pissed, you'll get upset, which distracts him, and I'll roll him up for the pin. Sound ok?"
"Sounds fine. Do we have anything after?" Rob shook his head.
"I don't think so, they want this to be built up somewhat slowly." Jameigh nodded and got up to walk away, but Rene grabbed her arm.
"Do not screw this up for us Jameigh. I...we....have worked hard to get here. Not all of us can have contracts handed to us." Jameigh's eyes narrowed, and she ripped her arm from Rene's grasp.
"I busted my ass to get here Rene. Yes, my father helped get me an interview, but I did the rest. And if I recall correctly wasn't your dad a big-time booker in Canada? One who 'just happens' to be good friends with Vince?" When no response came, Jameigh smirked in self pleasure. "Just what I thought. I'll see you later Rob." She walked up the ramp, feeling confident, until she heard Rene's next sentence.
"At least I didn't get hired because of a D cup and a tight ass." Jameigh whirled around and laughed.
"Oh, I can wrestle Dupree. Just ask your girlfriend." With that she stepped behind the curtain, leaving Rob and Rene by the ring. Rob was cracking up, and Rene just looked pissed.
"Man, what are you laughing at?"
"She smoked you, and it was hilarious. Give it up, Rene. Keep it professional, and you'll be fine."
"Don't count on it."
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Well into the live Raw that night, Jameigh was in the women's locker room getting dressed when Nora sat on the bench next to her. "Jameigh, I'm going to make this short and sweet. During this bullshit angle you have with La Resistance, you stay away from Rene. I'd hate to have to kick your ass."
Jameigh rolled her eyes and started stretching. "Nora, get a grip. In case you haven't noticed, Rene and I don't exactly get along. I'll gladly stay out of his way, and I know he'll stay out of mine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the ring." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked out the door. She found everyone for the next match standing around the gorilla position, talking about what was going to happen. "Did I miss anything important?" Randy gave her an easy smile and shook his head.
"Nope. Just hit me when you get the signal. I'll start to yell at you, Rob can roll me up, get the pin, then I'll yell at you some more, and we'll end it there."
"Actually, you won't," a new voice interrupted. They all turned to see Vince McMahon standing behind them, being flanked by two assistants. "Rene, when Jameigh goes to hit Rob, we need you to be right behind him so that when he ducks, and she hits Randy instead, you can knock her down. Then when Randy gets up and sees her down, he gets distracted by trying to help her, and Rob can roll him up for the pin. Randy, you'll yell at her, Ric will run down to smooth things over, and we'll go to commercial. Alright?"
Rene nodded. "Alright, but why are we doing it this way?" He wasn't questioning Vince's motive, just how it was going to play out.
"Creative can let you know more details later. You all have a good match." He walked away, and La Resistance's music started playing over the loudspeaker. Evolution's was next, and Jameigh escorted Randy to the ring. She skirted around for much of the match, before being signaled by the ref. She climbed in, ran at Rob, he ducked, she slammed into Randy, and he hit the mat perfectly. The requisite look of shock crossed her face, and no sooner did she reach for Randy when Rene came flying at her from the side.
"Shit," she said, and hoped it wasn't picked up by anyone. Rene's elbow had hit her square in the eye, so she was more than happy to lay on the mat waiting for Randy. He loomed over her a moment later, only to be pulled down to the mat by Rob for the 1-2-3. As La Resistance celebrated on their way up the ramp, Randy again stood over Jameigh. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She smiled and started to thank him when he pushed her away and grabbed a mic from the side.
"Jameigh, what in the hell was that?"
"I was trying to help." He looked at her disgustedly.
"I don't need your help. Especially not when you're going to cause me the match. Maybe you should just stop coming out here if you can't handle it." She was about to retaliate when her father came running down the ramp.
"Randy, don't do this. We need to stick together. It was a mistake, it happens." Randy glared at Jameigh some more before throwing the mic down and stalking up the ramp. The cameras went to commercial, and everyone made their way to the back. The first person to greet Jameigh was Rob, as he handed her a bag of ice.
"Nice shiner."
She smiled grimly. "Thanks. Is it bruising already?"
"Yeah, it's pretty ugly. Keep the ice on it though, and it should be okay."
"I will. Thanks Rob." She grinned at him and walked away with Randy. Rene came up behind Rob and slapped him on the back of his head.
"Snap out of it, Rob." Rob smacked the younger man back and gave a grin of his own.
"Why, are you jealous?" Rene snorted.
"Yeah, right. Jealous. I can't stand the bitch." Rob, although given no proof to the contrary, didn't believe him.
"Whatever you say, Rene. Whatever you say."
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Disclaimer: You know the drill- all I own are the original characters.
Summary: The thin line between love and hate has never been tested as much as it will be when Jameigh Flair and Rene Dupree are forced to work together. Will they recognize what's blooming between them, or will the natural tendency to fight prevent the best thing they could ever hope for?
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"Dad, why can't I just stay with you, Paul, and Randy? Everything was finally coming together. I cannot believe creative is going to fuck it all up now."
"Jameigh, watch your mouth please. And you know there isn't anything I can do about it."
"I do not want to work with La Resistance! They are beyond stuck up." Ric Flair sighed and looked at his nineteen year old daughter.
"Jameigh, you are acting quite stuck up yourself. It's not any of our decisions, and you know that."
"I know, I'm just not happy about it at all. Why are they doing it?"
"The powers that be want to turn La Resistance face. They figure that by starting a feud with Evolution, and stealing you away from us, it will gain the boys some popularity."
Jameigh rolled her eyes and sat down next to her dad. "They aren't the brightest crayons in the box, now are they? I don't see how anything to do with me would change their status in any way."
"Sweetie, you are seriously underestimating your popularity. I know that you've only been with us for a few months now, but you are quite the topic on the internet. And there are signs in the crowd for you every night."
"Dad, there are signs for the beer guy in the stands every night. That means jack."
"There's nothing I can say is there?"
"Nope." Jameigh got up from the table and headed for the door. "I'm going to go work off some of this anger. I'll see you later."
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"Rob, I am not working with her," Rene Dupree said to his La Resistance teammate Rob Conway.
"Rene, I don't think you have a choice. She's not that bad."
Rene made a sound close to a snort and smirked at the other man. "You are out of your mind. She is a stuck up valley girl wanna be bitch." He turned to his girlfriend Nora. "Am I right?"
Nora nodded. "I think so. Every time we wrestle she works so stiff. And she thinks she's hot shit because she's Ric Flair's daughter, and because she can wrestle like a lucha."
That last comment caused Rob to start laughing. "Nora, you sound so jealous. Are you sure you aren't in character, and there's a camera around here somewhere?"
Nora, who wrestled under the name Molly Holly, shot Rob a glare. "You are full of it Rob. I would never be jealous of her."
"If you say so. Rene, we need to go find the stuck up valley girl so we can get things set for tonight." Rene sighed and let go of Nora's hand.
"If we must.
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After thirty minutes of searching, Rene and Rob found Jameigh in the ring, taking quite a beating from Amy "Lita" Dumas. WWE agent Fit Finlay was working with them, so the guys sat on some folding chairs and waited for the lesson to be over. After another ten minutes Fit hugged both girls and left the ring. Amy and Jameigh stood around talking until Amy noticed the guys. "Jameigh, I think you've got some visitors." Jameigh groaned when she turned and saw them sitting in the chairs.
"Gee, thanks Amy."
Amy gave her a sympathetic look. "Good luck." Jameigh nodded at her as she left the ring and headed for the back. She slowly climbed out of the ring and took the seat next to Rob.
"I'll assume they already told you." Rob started to respond but Rene beat him to it.
"Of course, I wouldn't be here talking to you for any other reason." Rob punched him in the arm.
"Don't be an ass man." He turned towards her and smiled. "Yes Jameigh, and that's why we're here. I have a match with Randy tonight, and you're supposed to interfere but instead of hitting me you hit him. He'll be pissed, you'll get upset, which distracts him, and I'll roll him up for the pin. Sound ok?"
"Sounds fine. Do we have anything after?" Rob shook his head.
"I don't think so, they want this to be built up somewhat slowly." Jameigh nodded and got up to walk away, but Rene grabbed her arm.
"Do not screw this up for us Jameigh. I...we....have worked hard to get here. Not all of us can have contracts handed to us." Jameigh's eyes narrowed, and she ripped her arm from Rene's grasp.
"I busted my ass to get here Rene. Yes, my father helped get me an interview, but I did the rest. And if I recall correctly wasn't your dad a big-time booker in Canada? One who 'just happens' to be good friends with Vince?" When no response came, Jameigh smirked in self pleasure. "Just what I thought. I'll see you later Rob." She walked up the ramp, feeling confident, until she heard Rene's next sentence.
"At least I didn't get hired because of a D cup and a tight ass." Jameigh whirled around and laughed.
"Oh, I can wrestle Dupree. Just ask your girlfriend." With that she stepped behind the curtain, leaving Rob and Rene by the ring. Rob was cracking up, and Rene just looked pissed.
"Man, what are you laughing at?"
"She smoked you, and it was hilarious. Give it up, Rene. Keep it professional, and you'll be fine."
"Don't count on it."
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Well into the live Raw that night, Jameigh was in the women's locker room getting dressed when Nora sat on the bench next to her. "Jameigh, I'm going to make this short and sweet. During this bullshit angle you have with La Resistance, you stay away from Rene. I'd hate to have to kick your ass."
Jameigh rolled her eyes and started stretching. "Nora, get a grip. In case you haven't noticed, Rene and I don't exactly get along. I'll gladly stay out of his way, and I know he'll stay out of mine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the ring." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked out the door. She found everyone for the next match standing around the gorilla position, talking about what was going to happen. "Did I miss anything important?" Randy gave her an easy smile and shook his head.
"Nope. Just hit me when you get the signal. I'll start to yell at you, Rob can roll me up, get the pin, then I'll yell at you some more, and we'll end it there."
"Actually, you won't," a new voice interrupted. They all turned to see Vince McMahon standing behind them, being flanked by two assistants. "Rene, when Jameigh goes to hit Rob, we need you to be right behind him so that when he ducks, and she hits Randy instead, you can knock her down. Then when Randy gets up and sees her down, he gets distracted by trying to help her, and Rob can roll him up for the pin. Randy, you'll yell at her, Ric will run down to smooth things over, and we'll go to commercial. Alright?"
Rene nodded. "Alright, but why are we doing it this way?" He wasn't questioning Vince's motive, just how it was going to play out.
"Creative can let you know more details later. You all have a good match." He walked away, and La Resistance's music started playing over the loudspeaker. Evolution's was next, and Jameigh escorted Randy to the ring. She skirted around for much of the match, before being signaled by the ref. She climbed in, ran at Rob, he ducked, she slammed into Randy, and he hit the mat perfectly. The requisite look of shock crossed her face, and no sooner did she reach for Randy when Rene came flying at her from the side.
"Shit," she said, and hoped it wasn't picked up by anyone. Rene's elbow had hit her square in the eye, so she was more than happy to lay on the mat waiting for Randy. He loomed over her a moment later, only to be pulled down to the mat by Rob for the 1-2-3. As La Resistance celebrated on their way up the ramp, Randy again stood over Jameigh. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She smiled and started to thank him when he pushed her away and grabbed a mic from the side.
"Jameigh, what in the hell was that?"
"I was trying to help." He looked at her disgustedly.
"I don't need your help. Especially not when you're going to cause me the match. Maybe you should just stop coming out here if you can't handle it." She was about to retaliate when her father came running down the ramp.
"Randy, don't do this. We need to stick together. It was a mistake, it happens." Randy glared at Jameigh some more before throwing the mic down and stalking up the ramp. The cameras went to commercial, and everyone made their way to the back. The first person to greet Jameigh was Rob, as he handed her a bag of ice.
"Nice shiner."
She smiled grimly. "Thanks. Is it bruising already?"
"Yeah, it's pretty ugly. Keep the ice on it though, and it should be okay."
"I will. Thanks Rob." She grinned at him and walked away with Randy. Rene came up behind Rob and slapped him on the back of his head.
"Snap out of it, Rob." Rob smacked the younger man back and gave a grin of his own.
"Why, are you jealous?" Rene snorted.
"Yeah, right. Jealous. I can't stand the bitch." Rob, although given no proof to the contrary, didn't believe him.
"Whatever you say, Rene. Whatever you say."
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