AUTHOR: Jersey
DATE: 1-28-03
DECLAIMER: I do NOT own WWE or any of these people.
NOTE: Sorry it's so short please Review
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Intro
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Trish dropped her bags on the floor of the girl's cabin. There in front of her stood girls in uniforms, on bunkbeds. The uniforms were black and blue and on the corner said 'New Jersey State Boot Camp'. They stared at her so she just stared back. "Um, do you guys have a problem?" Trish snarled.
A tall blonde got off her bunk bed and walked over to Trish. "Well, we do. Yeah are problem is you."
"Excuse me?" Trish looked up to the blonde. Trish glazed into her eyes. "What problem do you have with me?"
"Look how you dress, you look like Pamela Anderson, and you have a pig nose." The tall blonde grabbed Trish's hair. She ran her figures through Trish's long layered blonde hair. Then she pulled on it.
"Ouch!" Trish screamed. Trish begged Stacy to let go but she wouldn't, so Trish grabbed on Stacy's hair and began to pull.... Hard. They began to toss each other around and Trish slammed Stacy into a window and it broke. A few minutes later Mrs. McMahon came in to brake up the fight. Fallowed her was her husband Mr. McMahon.
"I can not believe this. Miss. Stratus, you were not here even an hour and you got into a fight already." Mr. McMahon glared at both girls. "Who started this?"
Everyone pointed at Trish but Stephanie walked over her brown ponytail swinging back and fourth. "Daddy Miss. Stratus didn't start it, Stacy did." She smiled as she blinked innocently.
Mr.McMahon grabbed Stacy by her arm and pulled her away. Trish smiled and sat down on the floor next to her bags. She took out a brush and mirror as she started to fix her hair.
Stephanie walked over to Trish. "That was Stacy. She thinks she owns the place just because every guy loves her. Usually she's nice but she must be jealous of you or something. By the way I'm Stephanie. That was my dad. He owns the place so you got off the hook."
Trish smiled knowing she had at lest one friend. Then she looked around and saw everyone with a mad look on their face. Trish started to frown as another tall blonde who was about 5' 9" walked over to her. "Hey, I'm Torrie. Pretty impressive how you stuck up to Stacy. No one did that for a long time, since she sent Matt Hardy to the hospital for looking up her skirt."
Trish giggled. "Hey are their any hotties around her?"
"Yeah. Fallow me." Torries lead Trish out the door.
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"Here we are! The guys cabin." Torrie opened the door and signaled Trish to fallow. "Hello, guys. This is Trish." Trish walked into the cabin and saw one guy that caught her eye. All the guys looked at Trish and drooled. "Keep your mouths shut." Torrie joked. "Trish is new. She's from Canada and she was a former model."
Trish whispered "how did you know that?"
"I saw you bags. They said Canadian Fitness Model, then Trish Stratus." Torrie whispered back.
"Oh, yeah."
"Well, boys we gotta run."
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Trish was lying on the grass out side in the meadow. Thinking in the peaceful breeze watching the stars.
"Watcha thinking off?" A strange voice said.
NO REVIEWS = NO STORY
DATE: 1-28-03
DECLAIMER: I do NOT own WWE or any of these people.
NOTE: Sorry it's so short please Review
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Intro
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trish dropped her bags on the floor of the girl's cabin. There in front of her stood girls in uniforms, on bunkbeds. The uniforms were black and blue and on the corner said 'New Jersey State Boot Camp'. They stared at her so she just stared back. "Um, do you guys have a problem?" Trish snarled.
A tall blonde got off her bunk bed and walked over to Trish. "Well, we do. Yeah are problem is you."
"Excuse me?" Trish looked up to the blonde. Trish glazed into her eyes. "What problem do you have with me?"
"Look how you dress, you look like Pamela Anderson, and you have a pig nose." The tall blonde grabbed Trish's hair. She ran her figures through Trish's long layered blonde hair. Then she pulled on it.
"Ouch!" Trish screamed. Trish begged Stacy to let go but she wouldn't, so Trish grabbed on Stacy's hair and began to pull.... Hard. They began to toss each other around and Trish slammed Stacy into a window and it broke. A few minutes later Mrs. McMahon came in to brake up the fight. Fallowed her was her husband Mr. McMahon.
"I can not believe this. Miss. Stratus, you were not here even an hour and you got into a fight already." Mr. McMahon glared at both girls. "Who started this?"
Everyone pointed at Trish but Stephanie walked over her brown ponytail swinging back and fourth. "Daddy Miss. Stratus didn't start it, Stacy did." She smiled as she blinked innocently.
Mr.McMahon grabbed Stacy by her arm and pulled her away. Trish smiled and sat down on the floor next to her bags. She took out a brush and mirror as she started to fix her hair.
Stephanie walked over to Trish. "That was Stacy. She thinks she owns the place just because every guy loves her. Usually she's nice but she must be jealous of you or something. By the way I'm Stephanie. That was my dad. He owns the place so you got off the hook."
Trish smiled knowing she had at lest one friend. Then she looked around and saw everyone with a mad look on their face. Trish started to frown as another tall blonde who was about 5' 9" walked over to her. "Hey, I'm Torrie. Pretty impressive how you stuck up to Stacy. No one did that for a long time, since she sent Matt Hardy to the hospital for looking up her skirt."
Trish giggled. "Hey are their any hotties around her?"
"Yeah. Fallow me." Torries lead Trish out the door.
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"Here we are! The guys cabin." Torrie opened the door and signaled Trish to fallow. "Hello, guys. This is Trish." Trish walked into the cabin and saw one guy that caught her eye. All the guys looked at Trish and drooled. "Keep your mouths shut." Torrie joked. "Trish is new. She's from Canada and she was a former model."
Trish whispered "how did you know that?"
"I saw you bags. They said Canadian Fitness Model, then Trish Stratus." Torrie whispered back.
"Oh, yeah."
"Well, boys we gotta run."
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Trish was lying on the grass out side in the meadow. Thinking in the peaceful breeze watching the stars.
"Watcha thinking off?" A strange voice said.
NO REVIEWS = NO STORY
