Title: Reader Diva
Author: WWFDivaGirl
Summary: YOU make the decisions!
Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.
A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto-Hemlsley and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)
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Fiona Miller walked out of the spacious office that she had just spent the last half an hour in, signing a contract. This was it, her dream had finally come true. She had made it into the WWF. Fiona could do nothing to prevent the huge smile that spread across her face. She'd spent 6 months in a Backyard Federation, two years in an Indy Fed, and she spent three months in a Developmental camp, awaiting a definite contract. She finally cinched the proper deal with Mr McMahon himself.
"Miss Miller?" said a voice behind her, and she turned around to see Shane McMahon.
"Call me Fi," Fiona said. "Miss Miller sounds too formal."
"All right, Fi. I'm to take you to the Female Locker room." Shane said. "There should be some of the girls there who will show you around."
"Thanks, Shane." Fiona replied, smiling at the young McMahon.
"Shane?" said the secretary. "I've got a very important call for you. It's from your mother."
Shane looked at the secretary, then looked back at Fiona. "I'll find my own way." She said, and he smiled his thanks, as she walked off to try and find the Locker room in the Labyrinth.
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Fi put her hands on her hips and sighed. She couldn't find the locker room anywhere. She put her bag on the floor while she decided what to do. She was just going to have to ask someone, the next person that comes along. Oh, no! The one person she had decided to ask happened to be a Superstar. And it was The Undertaker.
"Excuse me, Mr Calloway?" she asked him, timidly. Fiona wasn't a loud, aggressive girl until she got into the ring. Then she was like a flaming wildcat.
The Undertaker turned to look at her. He eyed her up and down. He was one of the few guys that made her feel small. Everyone else was shorter than her, well, near enough. She took a breath and continued. "Do you happen to know where the Female Locker room is?"
"Down the hall, take the first left then the second right, young lady." Undertaker told her. "Did you call me Calloway?" Fiona nodded. "Good, you know you're names then. But round here, we work on Gimmicks. Call me Taker in the future, you hear?"
"Yes, Mr… Taker." Fiona said.
"And what will I call you, then?" he asked her.
"I don't know yet. I just signed up ten minutes ago." Fiona said truthfully.
"Well, see you around sometime then." Undertaker told her.
"Thanks again."
Fiona headed off in the direction he had shown her, and sure enough, she found the Women's Locker room. She walked into it, warily, and was relieved when it was empty. Throwing down her bag, she started stretching off. She liked to have her muscles warmed up and ready for a fight at any moment, because you just never know what's going to happen next in the WWF. Any minute, somebody could walk through your door and tell you to get your @$$ in the ring and fight.
~*~*~*~*~
Fiona was a tall girl, she was a massive 6'1". Her hair was a deep brown with eyes to match, and she had a glittering smile. Fiona looked into one of the full-length mirrors and caught her reflection. Her usually poker- straight hair was wavy and reached just above her shoulders. She was wearing camouflage, baggy trousers, and a tight, sleeveless, midriff top that was in a neutral beige colour. She had dozens of bangles on her wrist, and a silver necklace around her neck. There was a knock at the door, and it was Shane. "Hi" she said.
"Hi. We forgot to tell you about your gimmick…" Shane said.
"You can come in if you want, there's only me here." Fiona said, casually.
"Um… ok." Shane replied, looking around the deserted corridor. When they had got back inside the room, he started telling her what she would be doing. "You're name is going to be Christine Calloway."
"Calloway? You mean I'm…"
"The Deadman's Daughter." Shane finished for her. "Yep."
"Wow" Fiona said. It was all she could manage. She knew she was a god wrestler, but she didn't think that they thought she was THAT good. She spent ages in the Developmental camp perfecting moves she probably wouldn't need to know, passing on secret shopping trips and the junk food that the other girls had. Shane told her a bit about what she would wear, types of storyline, that kind of thing. Shane left shortly after, he didn't want to be caught in the Women's Locker room with the new girl.
~*~*~*~*~
"I'm going to be the Undertaker's daughter!" she said to herself, dancing round the room happily. This was a big change from her Indy character, Melissa, who basically was there to get beaten up viciously by any of the heels in their federation. She stopped dancing the second she heard the door open, and she saw Trish Stratus enter the room, wearing her usual type of clothing, all in black, carrying a silver bag.
Trish smiled at Fiona, and said. "Hi, you must be new. I'm Trish."
"Hi, I'm Fiona, but most people call me Fi, or FiFi." The new Diva replied.
"FiFi? That's so freaky." Trish said, laughing slightly cruelly. "Well, FiFi, seeing as how you are new, there are things you've got to learn round here, aren't there?"
Fiona nodded. "I've been in Developmental for three months, but I spent most of the time learning about in ring rather than the outside things."
Trish continued where Fiona had left off. "You mean you didn't learn things like hierarchy, behind the scenes timetable, fashion sense…"
Fiona saw a slight glimmer of cruelty in Trish's pretty eyes. Three thoughts came to mind as to what she could do to Trish.
A] Fight Trish.
B] Joke about it, and try to befriend Trish.
C] Ignore the comment.
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What should Fiona Miller do? Please pick one of the choices by using the review!!! Thanks!
Author: WWFDivaGirl
Summary: YOU make the decisions!
Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.
A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto-Hemlsley and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)
~*~*~*~*~
Fiona Miller walked out of the spacious office that she had just spent the last half an hour in, signing a contract. This was it, her dream had finally come true. She had made it into the WWF. Fiona could do nothing to prevent the huge smile that spread across her face. She'd spent 6 months in a Backyard Federation, two years in an Indy Fed, and she spent three months in a Developmental camp, awaiting a definite contract. She finally cinched the proper deal with Mr McMahon himself.
"Miss Miller?" said a voice behind her, and she turned around to see Shane McMahon.
"Call me Fi," Fiona said. "Miss Miller sounds too formal."
"All right, Fi. I'm to take you to the Female Locker room." Shane said. "There should be some of the girls there who will show you around."
"Thanks, Shane." Fiona replied, smiling at the young McMahon.
"Shane?" said the secretary. "I've got a very important call for you. It's from your mother."
Shane looked at the secretary, then looked back at Fiona. "I'll find my own way." She said, and he smiled his thanks, as she walked off to try and find the Locker room in the Labyrinth.
~*~*~*~*~
Fi put her hands on her hips and sighed. She couldn't find the locker room anywhere. She put her bag on the floor while she decided what to do. She was just going to have to ask someone, the next person that comes along. Oh, no! The one person she had decided to ask happened to be a Superstar. And it was The Undertaker.
"Excuse me, Mr Calloway?" she asked him, timidly. Fiona wasn't a loud, aggressive girl until she got into the ring. Then she was like a flaming wildcat.
The Undertaker turned to look at her. He eyed her up and down. He was one of the few guys that made her feel small. Everyone else was shorter than her, well, near enough. She took a breath and continued. "Do you happen to know where the Female Locker room is?"
"Down the hall, take the first left then the second right, young lady." Undertaker told her. "Did you call me Calloway?" Fiona nodded. "Good, you know you're names then. But round here, we work on Gimmicks. Call me Taker in the future, you hear?"
"Yes, Mr… Taker." Fiona said.
"And what will I call you, then?" he asked her.
"I don't know yet. I just signed up ten minutes ago." Fiona said truthfully.
"Well, see you around sometime then." Undertaker told her.
"Thanks again."
Fiona headed off in the direction he had shown her, and sure enough, she found the Women's Locker room. She walked into it, warily, and was relieved when it was empty. Throwing down her bag, she started stretching off. She liked to have her muscles warmed up and ready for a fight at any moment, because you just never know what's going to happen next in the WWF. Any minute, somebody could walk through your door and tell you to get your @$$ in the ring and fight.
~*~*~*~*~
Fiona was a tall girl, she was a massive 6'1". Her hair was a deep brown with eyes to match, and she had a glittering smile. Fiona looked into one of the full-length mirrors and caught her reflection. Her usually poker- straight hair was wavy and reached just above her shoulders. She was wearing camouflage, baggy trousers, and a tight, sleeveless, midriff top that was in a neutral beige colour. She had dozens of bangles on her wrist, and a silver necklace around her neck. There was a knock at the door, and it was Shane. "Hi" she said.
"Hi. We forgot to tell you about your gimmick…" Shane said.
"You can come in if you want, there's only me here." Fiona said, casually.
"Um… ok." Shane replied, looking around the deserted corridor. When they had got back inside the room, he started telling her what she would be doing. "You're name is going to be Christine Calloway."
"Calloway? You mean I'm…"
"The Deadman's Daughter." Shane finished for her. "Yep."
"Wow" Fiona said. It was all she could manage. She knew she was a god wrestler, but she didn't think that they thought she was THAT good. She spent ages in the Developmental camp perfecting moves she probably wouldn't need to know, passing on secret shopping trips and the junk food that the other girls had. Shane told her a bit about what she would wear, types of storyline, that kind of thing. Shane left shortly after, he didn't want to be caught in the Women's Locker room with the new girl.
~*~*~*~*~
"I'm going to be the Undertaker's daughter!" she said to herself, dancing round the room happily. This was a big change from her Indy character, Melissa, who basically was there to get beaten up viciously by any of the heels in their federation. She stopped dancing the second she heard the door open, and she saw Trish Stratus enter the room, wearing her usual type of clothing, all in black, carrying a silver bag.
Trish smiled at Fiona, and said. "Hi, you must be new. I'm Trish."
"Hi, I'm Fiona, but most people call me Fi, or FiFi." The new Diva replied.
"FiFi? That's so freaky." Trish said, laughing slightly cruelly. "Well, FiFi, seeing as how you are new, there are things you've got to learn round here, aren't there?"
Fiona nodded. "I've been in Developmental for three months, but I spent most of the time learning about in ring rather than the outside things."
Trish continued where Fiona had left off. "You mean you didn't learn things like hierarchy, behind the scenes timetable, fashion sense…"
Fiona saw a slight glimmer of cruelty in Trish's pretty eyes. Three thoughts came to mind as to what she could do to Trish.
A] Fight Trish.
B] Joke about it, and try to befriend Trish.
C] Ignore the comment.
~*~*~*~*~
What should Fiona Miller do? Please pick one of the choices by using the review!!! Thanks!