Author's note: Hola! I don't own anyone but Gwen. Vince owns the gimmicks and the guys own themselvs (or their wives own them, however you wanna look at it...heehee.) I don't know where this story is really going. I just wanted to write something with Rhyno in it that didn't make him look like a retarded idiot. Anywho, on with the story.
I watched her as she walked down to the ring in front of me. I ran ahead of her and dove into the ring as she walked gingerly up the steps and onto the apron. I held open the ropes for her and she entered the ring and took the microphone from Howard Finkle's hand. After the boos and catcalls died down she spoke.
" Since we have came here to the WWF there has been no one capable of stopping my Rhyno." she said proudly. I loved it when she called me ' her Rhyno'. I did my best to look ferocious, and I think it was working. She looked over at me and smiled. I put my head down further so no one could see my huge smile. She continued. "We have disarmed your so called Lethal Weapon, we have canceled your Big Show, hell we even passed your Test. And don't even get us started on the Holly twits. We are looking for a formidable opponent to the Hardcore Championship. If anyone thinks that they can tame the man-beast, then let them try." she finished. Damn, that was cool. Right on que a familiar squawking come over the sound system. She came over closer to me and we looked up at the ramp.
"Well well well, if it isn't the Rhyno and his little meddlesome keeper Guenevere." a voice called from the ramp. We saw Raven standing at the top, under the Titantron.
" If it isn't the Raven. I thought we left you in an alley somewhere for dead." she said.
" Ah, you underestimate the powers of the Raven. Enough with the pleasantries, I want my Hardcore Championship back." he said. I looked over at her and then back at him.
" What makes you think you can get it back?" she said, quite confidently.
" I have a few tricks up my sleeve. I accept your challenge." I looked over at her and nodded wildly. I was actually having a lot of fun.
" Good, so we can count on you tonight in this very arena for a Hardcore Championship beating!" she said ferociously.
" Quote the Raven, Nevermore." he said. Turning and walking back as his music played. We exited the ring and walked back up the ramp.
(Author's note: I'm using their ring names when they're in character and in the ring, of course, and their real names when they're outside the ring. Scott is Raven, Jay is Christian, Adam is Edge, Terry (or Terr) is Rhyno, and Gwen is Guenevere (Rhyno's manager))
" Hey since when did you learn to talk trash?" Scott asked her, he was waiting on us.
" Since I grew up." she said laughing.
" Hey! Guys, that so reeked of awsomeness! I liked the 'we disarmed your lethal weapon' part that was cool." Jay said running up to us.
" Hey Jason." I said.
" Hey Terr." he said, still smiling.
" Ah, so you liked our little show eh?" she said.
" It's not every day that we get to see one of the best managers in pro-wrestling today get to diss some of our own." Vince McMahon said coming over to us. " And to think, we almost didn't let you write your own material. That was brilliant." he said. I watched her get a deep shade of Crimson.
" Well, I am a writer." she said giggling. A brilliant writer too, I've read some of her stuff before. " We better get ready for that match." she said looking at me and Scott.
" Okay." I said. She and I left the others and walked back to our dressing room. We were both already dressed in what we were going to wear that night, so we just sat there talking and laughing. Gwen has always been my manager. Even back in the good ole' ECW days. She's built quite a reputation for herself and for me.
About ten minuets before our match her cell phone wrung.
" Hello." she said into the phone. " Hey Tay." she said happily. It was her boyfriend Taylor. He was a nice guy, for the most part. He'd get really jelous at times and scare her. She'd always come to me and cry on my shoulder. " No, I told you that I'd be home on Wednesday." she said, getting up and begging to pace. He was yelling at her. He did that a lot more recently. I don't see why she didn't just dump him and start fresh with someone who loved her, like me. " Taylor, I'm sorry. I'll be home in a day or two...........it must have happened after I left." she said. I could see the tears welling in her beautiful hazel eyes. " I've got to go Taylor, Terry and I have a match to do." she said. I stood up and she looked at me. " Okay.....okay.....I love you.....bye." she said, hanging her head. A few tears fell down her cheeks.
" What's wrong?" I asked. She looked up at me and looked me in the eyes.
" He didn't say that he loved me back." she said. She suddenly became aware that it was less than five minuets till she had to be her ferocious, chair weilding shelf and scramled to the bathroom to check her makeup in the mirror.
" Shit, I've got to make a quick stop by Janet's my eyeliner is smeared. she said, taking my hand and dragging me out the door. I guess we'd talk about it later. We had a match to do.
I watched her as she walked down to the ring in front of me. I ran ahead of her and dove into the ring as she walked gingerly up the steps and onto the apron. I held open the ropes for her and she entered the ring and took the microphone from Howard Finkle's hand. After the boos and catcalls died down she spoke.
" Since we have came here to the WWF there has been no one capable of stopping my Rhyno." she said proudly. I loved it when she called me ' her Rhyno'. I did my best to look ferocious, and I think it was working. She looked over at me and smiled. I put my head down further so no one could see my huge smile. She continued. "We have disarmed your so called Lethal Weapon, we have canceled your Big Show, hell we even passed your Test. And don't even get us started on the Holly twits. We are looking for a formidable opponent to the Hardcore Championship. If anyone thinks that they can tame the man-beast, then let them try." she finished. Damn, that was cool. Right on que a familiar squawking come over the sound system. She came over closer to me and we looked up at the ramp.
"Well well well, if it isn't the Rhyno and his little meddlesome keeper Guenevere." a voice called from the ramp. We saw Raven standing at the top, under the Titantron.
" If it isn't the Raven. I thought we left you in an alley somewhere for dead." she said.
" Ah, you underestimate the powers of the Raven. Enough with the pleasantries, I want my Hardcore Championship back." he said. I looked over at her and then back at him.
" What makes you think you can get it back?" she said, quite confidently.
" I have a few tricks up my sleeve. I accept your challenge." I looked over at her and nodded wildly. I was actually having a lot of fun.
" Good, so we can count on you tonight in this very arena for a Hardcore Championship beating!" she said ferociously.
" Quote the Raven, Nevermore." he said. Turning and walking back as his music played. We exited the ring and walked back up the ramp.
(Author's note: I'm using their ring names when they're in character and in the ring, of course, and their real names when they're outside the ring. Scott is Raven, Jay is Christian, Adam is Edge, Terry (or Terr) is Rhyno, and Gwen is Guenevere (Rhyno's manager))
" Hey since when did you learn to talk trash?" Scott asked her, he was waiting on us.
" Since I grew up." she said laughing.
" Hey! Guys, that so reeked of awsomeness! I liked the 'we disarmed your lethal weapon' part that was cool." Jay said running up to us.
" Hey Jason." I said.
" Hey Terr." he said, still smiling.
" Ah, so you liked our little show eh?" she said.
" It's not every day that we get to see one of the best managers in pro-wrestling today get to diss some of our own." Vince McMahon said coming over to us. " And to think, we almost didn't let you write your own material. That was brilliant." he said. I watched her get a deep shade of Crimson.
" Well, I am a writer." she said giggling. A brilliant writer too, I've read some of her stuff before. " We better get ready for that match." she said looking at me and Scott.
" Okay." I said. She and I left the others and walked back to our dressing room. We were both already dressed in what we were going to wear that night, so we just sat there talking and laughing. Gwen has always been my manager. Even back in the good ole' ECW days. She's built quite a reputation for herself and for me.
About ten minuets before our match her cell phone wrung.
" Hello." she said into the phone. " Hey Tay." she said happily. It was her boyfriend Taylor. He was a nice guy, for the most part. He'd get really jelous at times and scare her. She'd always come to me and cry on my shoulder. " No, I told you that I'd be home on Wednesday." she said, getting up and begging to pace. He was yelling at her. He did that a lot more recently. I don't see why she didn't just dump him and start fresh with someone who loved her, like me. " Taylor, I'm sorry. I'll be home in a day or two...........it must have happened after I left." she said. I could see the tears welling in her beautiful hazel eyes. " I've got to go Taylor, Terry and I have a match to do." she said. I stood up and she looked at me. " Okay.....okay.....I love you.....bye." she said, hanging her head. A few tears fell down her cheeks.
" What's wrong?" I asked. She looked up at me and looked me in the eyes.
" He didn't say that he loved me back." she said. She suddenly became aware that it was less than five minuets till she had to be her ferocious, chair weilding shelf and scramled to the bathroom to check her makeup in the mirror.
" Shit, I've got to make a quick stop by Janet's my eyeliner is smeared. she said, taking my hand and dragging me out the door. I guess we'd talk about it later. We had a match to do.