Disclaimer: We do not own the WWE or anything associated with the WWE, so don't you dare sue us! The only things we do own, are our characters (Dru, Dylan, Risa, August, Reese, and Zeke), our ideas and whatever we've made up (Such as the Womans Tag titles O.o). Rated C for Crazy, Rated L for Launguage, and Rated R for a Reason.
Authors' Note: This is based soley on bored and our imaginations. If any of it offends you, then you can go sit on a lake. Hope you enjoy ^-^
D: I'm playing Dru, A's playing Dylan. Risa, August, Zeke and Reese are our friends, Jessi, Tanya, Phil and Corey, but they don't get to write any. Mwah! I'm sane. Sane like a crazy person! Mwaha! Anyways, speaking on behalf of both myself and my cohort... I mean, coauthor -innocent whistle- that you will enjoy this story, an escape from our bloody borning lives. Yes indeedie. One thing though, please do review, it really does help us with coming up with ideas that will be more to your liking. If you flame, you will be stoned. Let thou who has not sinned cast the first stone. So bite me. But review! -dies-
A:-randomly throws brownies- Mwahaha! -thwaps D and hides in box- I'm sane, like a crazy person!
A/N: This chapter is written by moi (D), and the next'll be written by A. This is how we write things, alternating chapters. If you've a comment to give to a specific author, please state to whom you're inquiring to. Hopefully, we'll both state who's writing each chapter, but if we don't, then we do apologize. I am apologizing on behalf of A, of course, 'cause she doens't get any say in this ^-^. And now, on with the show! -lights dim- ((D's a loser, yes indeedie I am))
-Chapter One-
Risa Holt glanced down the hall, from the door of her locker room. Stiletto-heeled foot tapped at the shimmering linoleum impatiently. 'Where the hell where they?' The lithe female pondered, glancing at her watch. With lengthy blonde hair, honey glazed eyes and a tanned complection, Risa looked every inch the WWE Diva. The fact that her attire was nothing less than a black skort, rainbow tank top and stiletto heeled boots, often referred to as 'Bitch Boots', didn't argue the point.
The shouting of 'Risa' brought the superstar out of her impatient pacing, causing her to turn with a smile. "Dru! Dylan!" She called back, as the two other females sauntered casually down the hall. Both could easily be called the opposite of Risa, yet that didn't matter to the trio.
Dylan McGowen was roughly 5'10", with lengthy auburn hair, streaked with a lovely shade of orange, dubbed cinnimon, and hazel eyes to match. Her attire was simple, a black tee with the words 'Approach with caution' scrawled across the front in a strange font. Baggy black pants, leather gloves with, of course, the fingers cut out, and a black 'biker' jacket complete the ensemble. Ordamentations were a silver choker, with a pendent fashioned like a leaping dolphin.
Dru McFerran was also an interesting character, with black tresses, streaked with a myraid of colours within the range of blue, crimson, and violet, a stance of 5"11, and stormy cerulean eyes. Garb was simple, a black superman tank, though with man corrected with 'woman', and a pair of baggy black pants not far removed from the style of Dylan's. Though instead the tall femora wore a black, leather trench coat, spiked bracelets, a gothic cross pendent, as well as a pendent with the bind rune of wisdom (Os) and courage (Tir), both on seperate. (A/N: Jus' a quickie. 'Thong' in this context is referring to a leather string or chain.)
"Hey Risa, 'sup chica?" Dru smirked, leaning against the wall. The trio stood backstage at Smackdown, awaiting the night's events to begin. According to Stephanie McMahon, both the newly arrived Dru and Dylan were in a title match, after a steller preformance on Velocity. They were set to take on Dawn Marie and August Tolman, holders of the recently created Woman's Tag Team Title Championship. Oddly enough, August was their friend from highschool, before an unfortunate incedient broke up the friendship.
"So, Steph tell you who you're fighting? All I know is that it's a title match.." Risa inquired, curious as always at being left out of the loop. Dylan smirked at the other, before replying. "Yeah, we're taking on August and Dawn. Yay for us, eh?" Risa frowned, shaking blonde locks slightly. "Yeah, joy."
Dru frowned, before changing the subject ever so smoothly. "So, how's Oscar?" The 22 year-old inquired, about Risa's husband. This, of course, caused the blonde to smile. "Oh, it's wonderful. I lo-"
"Yeah yeah, we really don't care. Jus' tying to be polite, you know?" Dylan broke in, a cynical grin spreading across her lips. "So are you gonna come out with us to the ring? I think McMahon wanted you to. 'Sides, it'd give you the opportunity to see how wonderful I am."
"Yeah-no. God, you're so full of yourself, Dy." Risa retorted, before giving a chuckle. "C'mon, you guys can use my dressing room to get ready."
A/N:
D: Short and shitty. What'cha gonna do? Not a whole damn lot, now are ye? Don't worry, it'll get better, trust me.
Review por favor!
Authors' Note: This is based soley on bored and our imaginations. If any of it offends you, then you can go sit on a lake. Hope you enjoy ^-^
D: I'm playing Dru, A's playing Dylan. Risa, August, Zeke and Reese are our friends, Jessi, Tanya, Phil and Corey, but they don't get to write any. Mwah! I'm sane. Sane like a crazy person! Mwaha! Anyways, speaking on behalf of both myself and my cohort... I mean, coauthor -innocent whistle- that you will enjoy this story, an escape from our bloody borning lives. Yes indeedie. One thing though, please do review, it really does help us with coming up with ideas that will be more to your liking. If you flame, you will be stoned. Let thou who has not sinned cast the first stone. So bite me. But review! -dies-
A:-randomly throws brownies- Mwahaha! -thwaps D and hides in box- I'm sane, like a crazy person!
A/N: This chapter is written by moi (D), and the next'll be written by A. This is how we write things, alternating chapters. If you've a comment to give to a specific author, please state to whom you're inquiring to. Hopefully, we'll both state who's writing each chapter, but if we don't, then we do apologize. I am apologizing on behalf of A, of course, 'cause she doens't get any say in this ^-^. And now, on with the show! -lights dim- ((D's a loser, yes indeedie I am))
-Chapter One-
Risa Holt glanced down the hall, from the door of her locker room. Stiletto-heeled foot tapped at the shimmering linoleum impatiently. 'Where the hell where they?' The lithe female pondered, glancing at her watch. With lengthy blonde hair, honey glazed eyes and a tanned complection, Risa looked every inch the WWE Diva. The fact that her attire was nothing less than a black skort, rainbow tank top and stiletto heeled boots, often referred to as 'Bitch Boots', didn't argue the point.
The shouting of 'Risa' brought the superstar out of her impatient pacing, causing her to turn with a smile. "Dru! Dylan!" She called back, as the two other females sauntered casually down the hall. Both could easily be called the opposite of Risa, yet that didn't matter to the trio.
Dylan McGowen was roughly 5'10", with lengthy auburn hair, streaked with a lovely shade of orange, dubbed cinnimon, and hazel eyes to match. Her attire was simple, a black tee with the words 'Approach with caution' scrawled across the front in a strange font. Baggy black pants, leather gloves with, of course, the fingers cut out, and a black 'biker' jacket complete the ensemble. Ordamentations were a silver choker, with a pendent fashioned like a leaping dolphin.
Dru McFerran was also an interesting character, with black tresses, streaked with a myraid of colours within the range of blue, crimson, and violet, a stance of 5"11, and stormy cerulean eyes. Garb was simple, a black superman tank, though with man corrected with 'woman', and a pair of baggy black pants not far removed from the style of Dylan's. Though instead the tall femora wore a black, leather trench coat, spiked bracelets, a gothic cross pendent, as well as a pendent with the bind rune of wisdom (Os) and courage (Tir), both on seperate. (A/N: Jus' a quickie. 'Thong' in this context is referring to a leather string or chain.)
"Hey Risa, 'sup chica?" Dru smirked, leaning against the wall. The trio stood backstage at Smackdown, awaiting the night's events to begin. According to Stephanie McMahon, both the newly arrived Dru and Dylan were in a title match, after a steller preformance on Velocity. They were set to take on Dawn Marie and August Tolman, holders of the recently created Woman's Tag Team Title Championship. Oddly enough, August was their friend from highschool, before an unfortunate incedient broke up the friendship.
"So, Steph tell you who you're fighting? All I know is that it's a title match.." Risa inquired, curious as always at being left out of the loop. Dylan smirked at the other, before replying. "Yeah, we're taking on August and Dawn. Yay for us, eh?" Risa frowned, shaking blonde locks slightly. "Yeah, joy."
Dru frowned, before changing the subject ever so smoothly. "So, how's Oscar?" The 22 year-old inquired, about Risa's husband. This, of course, caused the blonde to smile. "Oh, it's wonderful. I lo-"
"Yeah yeah, we really don't care. Jus' tying to be polite, you know?" Dylan broke in, a cynical grin spreading across her lips. "So are you gonna come out with us to the ring? I think McMahon wanted you to. 'Sides, it'd give you the opportunity to see how wonderful I am."
"Yeah-no. God, you're so full of yourself, Dy." Risa retorted, before giving a chuckle. "C'mon, you guys can use my dressing room to get ready."
A/N:
D: Short and shitty. What'cha gonna do? Not a whole damn lot, now are ye? Don't worry, it'll get better, trust me.
Review por favor!