((Ellos! This is my first WWE FanFic, and I would appreciate it if you readers R&R plz! It's kind of twisted, but that's the kind of stuff I like! Hope you guys will like it too!! L8terz! –MC Penguin ))
Torrie Wilson entered her dressing room nervously and set down her things. It was her first night on Raw, and she was worried about how she would do in her debut match tonight. She felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She would rather have been back at Smackdown, fighting against dainty divas such as Dawn Marie in easy-to-win matches, but tonight she had a match against Trish Stratus, and she knew that she wouldn't let back on her.
"Calm down," Torrie told herself, straightening out her frilly pink blouse. "I'll just watch a little bit of TV and I'll be fine." She clicked on the TV with the remote. That didn't help. All that was on was a series of Trish Stratus' wrestling highlights, and Torrie felt the uneasy feeling in her stomach grow worse. There was a tapping at the door, and Torrie jumped.
"Torrie! Torrie, it's Eric! I need to talk to you!" Torrie stumbled over to the door and opened it. In the doorway stood Eric Bicshoff, the general manager of Raw, with a smile on his face.
"Hi, Eric," Greeted Torrie, playing with her hair. "What's up?"
"Well, Miss Wilson," said Eric, "I just came to wish you good luck on your match tonight. I haven't seen you perform, so I'm hoping you'll do your best." Torrie nodded and smiled, her bright white teeth glimmering in the light. "Now, your match is next, so get ready."
"I will," responded Torrie. Eric nodded and went back to his office, while Torrie shut the door and nervously headed to the restroom. Quickly she changed into her wrestling attire, which was a skin-tight pink leather top and matching pants. Then she tied on her black boots.
Nervously, Torrie exited her dressing room and headed towards the backstage area that led her to the ramp. But before she got there, she was shoved into a table, bumping her side. "Ouch," she said quietly, and looked up at the person who had pushed her. It was Gail Kim, one of Raw's top divas, and she looked angry.
"Look, you stupid Barbie Doll," she insulted, "don't think just because it's your first day on Raw that Trish won't go easy on you. Me and the other divas have specifically asked her to give you a full-on brutal treatment."
"What?" Torrie asked, even though she knew exactly what she meant. Gail's crescent-shaped eyes were burning with anger.
"Don't play stupid, you white witch!" Gail boomed, slapping Torrie's smooth skinned face. Torrie gasped and held her cheek, and Gail merely smiled. "If you think that hurt, just wait until you get in the ring." She giggled and walked away, whispering "weakling" over and over.
Torrie was even more nervous now. But she continued on her way towards the ramp. "You're on, Miss Wilson," said a security guard, and her theme music began to play.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Torrie heard Lillian Garcia, the ring announcer, say, "the following match-up is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Torrie Wilson!"
Torrie began walking down the ramp with a big sparkling smile on her face. The crowd was wilder than she had ever seen, and people were chanting her name and holding up thousands of signs.
At ringside, The King and J.R. sat down at their table. "Woot! Doesn't Torrie look hot tonight, J.R.?"
"Well, King, I'll admit she's looking very nice tonight." J.R. agreed.
She entered the ring and went to an apron. Putting her back against it, she watched as Trish's video began showing on the big screen and her theme music began playing.
Normally, Torrie would have been singing along with the music's catchy tune, but she was too nervous to even say a word. Trish's figure appeared from backstage, followed by a monstrous figure that made Torrie shiver. Tyson Tomko.
"Oh man, J.R.," said King, "it's Tyson Tomko. I hope he doesn't try anything…"
"Me too," J.R. replied.
"Introducing next, being accompanied by Tyson Tomko, she is the WWE Women's Champion, from Toronto, Canada, Trish Stratus!" Trish and Tomko parted as she entered the ring and he took his place at ringside. Trish went to the center of the ring and undid the golden belt from around her waste and held it up for the world too see.
Wouldn't it be awesome, Torrie thought, if I could be the Women's Champ? She then watched as Trish handed the referee her belt, and began using the ropes to stretch. The ref brought them to the middle of the ring and signaled that the match was to begin. The bell sounded, and the two girls locked in a grapple.
Torrie fought to keep the hold, and finally managed to knee her opponent in the gut. Trish grunted and fell knelt down in pain. Torrie grabbed a heap of her hair with both hands and used all her strength to toss Trish to the other side of the ring. Trish landed with a loud thump.
"Wow! What a powerful hair whip executed by Torrie Wilson!" J.R. announced.
"Did you see Trish fly?" Laughed King.
Torrie attempted to pin Trish, but she kicked out after two counts. Torrie then got on top of the other blond and began to pound her head into the floor mat.
Suddenly, Trish fiercely took hold of Torrie's hair and banged her head against her own. Torrie's head flew back in dizziness, which gave Trish plenty of time to execute her next move. With a good use of muscle and power, Trish pushed Torrie over her head with her legs, causing her to land flat on her back.
"What was that, J.R.?!" King gasped after seeing Trish's unique attack.
"I think that was a Judo Flip, King!" J.R. responded, also astonished.
Trish used the ropes to help her get up, and when she was on both her feet she pulled got Torrie and violently pushed her against the apron.
Trish gave Torrie two painfully hard back chops, and then began to kick her in the stomach with her hard boot. Torrie grunted at every blow, and this made Trish grin in delight. She made each of her hits harder and harder until she knew Torrie had had enough. She put Torrie on the apron so that she was in a sitting position. After doing her signature pointing taunt (and a number of boos from the crowd), Trish attempted to do one of her signature moves, entitled the "Stratosphere".
"It looks like Trish is gonna perform the 'Stratosphere'!" exclaimed J.R.
"Oh no! Don't hurt Torrie's beautiful body too much!" King cried.
Trish ran up to the apron and pushed herself up by gripping the bottom of it. She then brought up her legs so that they wrapped around Torrie's neck and shoulders. Finally, she used both her upper and lower body strength to fling Torrie onto the mat with a hard plop. Torrie cried out and sat up with her hands clasped to her back. Trish, not feeling sorry for her opponent at all, wrapped her hands around Torrie's head and firmed out her opponents back with her knee. Then she pulled.
"Ah!" Torrie grunted as her head was being violently pulled back in a painful submission move. The ref was at her side, seeing if she were going to tap out.
"Trish is injuring Torrie's wonderful face! Don't pull too hard!" King panicked.
"Tap out!" Trish cried. "Tap out!" But Torrie was tougher than that. She managed to make her arms, which were originally flailing around, grip Trish's head. Torrie brought herself up from the mat and flung Trish over her head in a snapmare.
"What a beautiful snapmare!" J.R. said.
Torrie began to pant breathlessly as she stood up, while her opponent quickly got back to her feet as if nothing had happened.
Trish Irish Whipped Torrie to the other side of the ring, but Torrie managed to clothesline Trish and make her fall to the floor. But before Torrie could execute her next move, she felt a tugging at her foot. She whirled around and saw Tomko, who was trying his hardest to look innocent.
"Look what Tomko just did!" cried King.
The ref noticed that Torrie was looking at Tomko, and leaned over the ropes to scold him. "What? I didn't do anything!" Tomko protested, but the ref continued to blame him. And that's exactly what Tomko wanted him to do. While Tomko distracted the referee, Trish quickly got Torrie in a school boy pin and held her tights.
"Watch the match, ref!" order Tomko, pointing at the girls. The ref quickly turned around and began to count.
"One! Two! Three!" He said, slamming his hand on the mat every time he yelled out a number. Trish let back from Torrie and got her belt from the ref. She held it up over her head, just as she had done before at the beginning of the match. But, this time, Tomko joined her in the ring.
"No!" King cried. "Trish was holding Torrie's tights!"
"This is completely unfair!" J.R. agreed.
Torrie was on the ground, panting. Trish smiled evilly as she neared her, raising the belt in the air. As Torrie rose to her feet, Trish slammed her back down to the mat with a blow from her belt. "Let's get her, Tomko." Trish ordered. She got Torrie and held her up while Tomko positioned himself on the opposite side of the ring. Torrie, still dazed out from Trish's cheap shot, had no idea what was going on.
"Get her, Tomko! Give her a hard kick!" Trish ordered, holding Torrie up from behind.
"Tomko's gonna kick Torrie!" King yelped.
"What kind of man is he?!" J.R. cried.
Tyson smiled and was about to introduce Torrie to the bottom of his boot, but two hard fists gave Tomko a hard sledgehammer attack from behind. Tomko fell to the ground, breathing hardly.
"What's this?" J.R. said, looking at the person who had knocked down Tomko.
"Can you believe that?" King asked. "I thought Torrie didn't have a chance!"
Trish broke her hold from Torrie and dashed out of the ring, looking frightfully at the man who had saved Torrie from a large amount of pain. Torrie looked up at him too, too surprised to speak. Batista? He saved me? But—why? Batista walked over to her and helped her up.
Torrie looked up at him with puzzled eyes, but he merely led her out of the ring and backstage.
"Hey! Where's Batista and Torrie goin'?" King asked.
"I dunno, King, but I'm just glad Torrie's alright." J.R. responded.
"Are you okay?" Batista asked when he and Torrie reached backstage. "Did he hurt you?" Torrie blushed.
"No," she said quietly. "No, he didn't. Thanks to you, he didn't do anything."
"Good," Batista said. "Sorry about all this. I know this hasn't been a very good night."
"Well, its been alright," Torrie admitted. "Now, it's getting late. I need to head back to my hotel."
Batista nodded and replied, "Well, I'll see you later then." He began to walk away, but Torrie grabbed his arm.
"Batista, wait." She said shyly. "I just wanted—I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for making me feel welcome. See you later." She smiled and walked back to her dressing room, waving daintily at Batista while she walked. Batista smiled, too, and began on his way back to the locker room.
In her dressing room, Torrie lay down on her couch and stared at the ceiling. "Batista…" she said quietly. "Why did he save me? Does he—does he like me?" She sat up and shook her head. "No way," she giggled, standing up. "Besides, anyone would have saved a poor defenseless girl from getting kicked in the face by a man's huge boot, right?" She looked down. "…right?"