A/N: This is taking place in the near future. It does not contain spoilers
though. It's just a fun story with my O/C Trinity. The separate show thing
is over and the WWE is back to the way it was before the WCW/ECW Invasion.
Jeff Hardy has also returned. Eric Bischoff is now the GM of both shows.
The Hardcore title has returned, along with Raven who holds it. Lita is the
Woman's champ, Matt and Jeff are the Tag Champs, HHH is the WWE Champ,
Kidman is the Cruiserweight Champ, and John Cena is the Intercontinental
Champ. The US, World Heavyweight title, and the World tag champs have been
erased. I really don't know too much about the real- life backstage stuff
in wrestling, so please bare with me and I apologize in advance for
anything I may write that makes no sense. Enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the WWE superstars, although I wouldn't mind owning a few of them... ; ). However, Trinity is my O/C. Obviously, I don't own anything you recognize in this story.
"Hey Dad," Trinity said as she entered her father's dressing room. "Hey babe. What are you up to?" he asked. "Nothing. Just walking around. I'm gonna go hang out with Amy later tonight I think," "That's great honey. I have a match now, but I'll see you later," he said as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left the dressing room. She walked him to the door and as he left, she looked at the small nameplate on the door. It read 'The Undertaker.'
That's right, her father The Undertaker. She was his pride and joy. She was a 19 year- old girl, with blonde hair almost down to her waist. It was wavy, like Ms. Swan's in POTC. She had dark green eyes, which were outlined rather thick in black eyeliner and blue eye -shadow. She had a toned body that was wrapped in a black muscle tank top that said 'Deadman Inc.' on it in bold red letters and revealed her navel and a pair of very tight jeans that were torn all over. She had a pair of fishnet leggings on under the jeans, which peeked out of the tears She also had combat boots on with red and black striped shoelaces in them.
Her stomach growled and she realized she had not had anything to eat all day. She walked over to the food table and grabbed some rice- pudding and a spoon. She left the table and decided to walk around. Then she saw him. He was coming into the back from the ring, and had stopped to talk to his brother. His back was facing her, but she knew who it was. He had a towel wrapped around his neck, and obviously, due to all the sweat, had just finished a match. She looked at his colorful hair and got a really funny idea.
She took a scoop of pudding and flung it at the back of his head just as he was walking off. He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt the glob of pudding hit him. He scooped some of it out of hid hair and threw it to the ground. He slowly turned around and saw Trinity, smirking at him. His brother was already red in the face with laughter. He slowly smiled and said, "You little bitch. You're DEAD!" Trinity whipped around to run as he lunged at her, but it was too late. He had already caught her. He threw her up over his shoulder and carried her towards his brother and his locker room. "Oh my God! I was just kidding! Jeff PLEASE!" Trinity screamed in between giggles. He opened the locker room door that said 'Hardy Boyz' on it and walked over to the bathroom in their locker room and put her down in the shower. "Jeff, I was just playing, I- AHHHH!!!" Jeff turned the shower on freezing and laughed as Trinity pushed passed him out of the bathroom. He turned it off and followed her. She stood there, soaked and freezing. "I hate you!" she said playfully. "Serves you right," Jeff said, smirking. "You're lucky I was gonna go take a shower anyway, otherwise..." Jeff said as he gave her an intimidating look. "Oh get bent," She replied and turned to face the door. "I'll see you around," she said and walked out the door towards the Woman's locker room, where her things were. She had known Jeff for a while now, and his brother Matt too. They were her good friends. Trinity had just finished high school last year and had been traveling with her father and the WWE. She had also been training, and could do some pretty sick stuff in the ring. She was hoping she'd get a contract offer soon.
She walked into the locker room and was greeted by her best friend Amy (A.K.A. Lita). "What happened to you?" she asked, trying to control her laughter. "Your boyfriends brother, that's what," Trinity said. She told her about the incident that had just occurred. "Hey, we're hanging out tonight, right?" Trinity asked her friend. "Yeah. Oh, Terri came by and told me that Eric Bischoff wants to speak to you. I think he's gonna offer you a contract!" Amy said. "Oh My God!" Trinity screeched. "That would be so great! I have to go get changed." After about 15 minutes, Trinity emerged from the locker room dressed in baggy black cargo jeans and a black tank top.
She made her way to the General Manager's office. She cleared her throat and knocked on the door. Eric answered it and said, "Trinity, please, come in." She did as she was told and saw Vince McMahon and Jim Ross sitting on the leather couch. They stood up and shook Trinity's hand. Then Vince spoke up. "Let's cut right to the chase," he said. "As you know, your father is in a story line where he is being controlled by Paul Heyman. In order to break him away from this, we would like you to come into the story. We want you to convince him that he has sold his soul and whatnot. Now, in order to do this, you will have to sign a contract. However, we also would like you to be in matches. We know you have been training, and J.R. here says that you have real talent. We would like to offer you a two-year contract and a spot on the roster. We believe you will be very successful in this business," he finished.
Trinity's mouth dropped open. This was the moment she had been waiting for forever since she turned 18. "If you need time to think it over, we'll give you a few days," J.R. chimed in. "No! No," Trinity said hastily. "I want this. I've wanted this forever. I'll do it. I'll sign the contract," Trinity said, excitement in her voice. "Great," J.R. said. He handed her the papers and she looked over them carefully. She was fine with the contract, and signed it, sealing the deal. "Welcome to the WWE Trinity," Eric said as he shook her hand. "We want you to go through another month of training with the other Divas, and during that time, the writers will come up with a plot for you. Report to my office on Thursday night, and we'll assign you a trainer," Bischoff said as he led her to the door. Trinity left the office and ran to her father's dressing room.
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the WWE superstars, although I wouldn't mind owning a few of them... ; ). However, Trinity is my O/C. Obviously, I don't own anything you recognize in this story.
"Hey Dad," Trinity said as she entered her father's dressing room. "Hey babe. What are you up to?" he asked. "Nothing. Just walking around. I'm gonna go hang out with Amy later tonight I think," "That's great honey. I have a match now, but I'll see you later," he said as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left the dressing room. She walked him to the door and as he left, she looked at the small nameplate on the door. It read 'The Undertaker.'
That's right, her father The Undertaker. She was his pride and joy. She was a 19 year- old girl, with blonde hair almost down to her waist. It was wavy, like Ms. Swan's in POTC. She had dark green eyes, which were outlined rather thick in black eyeliner and blue eye -shadow. She had a toned body that was wrapped in a black muscle tank top that said 'Deadman Inc.' on it in bold red letters and revealed her navel and a pair of very tight jeans that were torn all over. She had a pair of fishnet leggings on under the jeans, which peeked out of the tears She also had combat boots on with red and black striped shoelaces in them.
Her stomach growled and she realized she had not had anything to eat all day. She walked over to the food table and grabbed some rice- pudding and a spoon. She left the table and decided to walk around. Then she saw him. He was coming into the back from the ring, and had stopped to talk to his brother. His back was facing her, but she knew who it was. He had a towel wrapped around his neck, and obviously, due to all the sweat, had just finished a match. She looked at his colorful hair and got a really funny idea.
She took a scoop of pudding and flung it at the back of his head just as he was walking off. He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt the glob of pudding hit him. He scooped some of it out of hid hair and threw it to the ground. He slowly turned around and saw Trinity, smirking at him. His brother was already red in the face with laughter. He slowly smiled and said, "You little bitch. You're DEAD!" Trinity whipped around to run as he lunged at her, but it was too late. He had already caught her. He threw her up over his shoulder and carried her towards his brother and his locker room. "Oh my God! I was just kidding! Jeff PLEASE!" Trinity screamed in between giggles. He opened the locker room door that said 'Hardy Boyz' on it and walked over to the bathroom in their locker room and put her down in the shower. "Jeff, I was just playing, I- AHHHH!!!" Jeff turned the shower on freezing and laughed as Trinity pushed passed him out of the bathroom. He turned it off and followed her. She stood there, soaked and freezing. "I hate you!" she said playfully. "Serves you right," Jeff said, smirking. "You're lucky I was gonna go take a shower anyway, otherwise..." Jeff said as he gave her an intimidating look. "Oh get bent," She replied and turned to face the door. "I'll see you around," she said and walked out the door towards the Woman's locker room, where her things were. She had known Jeff for a while now, and his brother Matt too. They were her good friends. Trinity had just finished high school last year and had been traveling with her father and the WWE. She had also been training, and could do some pretty sick stuff in the ring. She was hoping she'd get a contract offer soon.
She walked into the locker room and was greeted by her best friend Amy (A.K.A. Lita). "What happened to you?" she asked, trying to control her laughter. "Your boyfriends brother, that's what," Trinity said. She told her about the incident that had just occurred. "Hey, we're hanging out tonight, right?" Trinity asked her friend. "Yeah. Oh, Terri came by and told me that Eric Bischoff wants to speak to you. I think he's gonna offer you a contract!" Amy said. "Oh My God!" Trinity screeched. "That would be so great! I have to go get changed." After about 15 minutes, Trinity emerged from the locker room dressed in baggy black cargo jeans and a black tank top.
She made her way to the General Manager's office. She cleared her throat and knocked on the door. Eric answered it and said, "Trinity, please, come in." She did as she was told and saw Vince McMahon and Jim Ross sitting on the leather couch. They stood up and shook Trinity's hand. Then Vince spoke up. "Let's cut right to the chase," he said. "As you know, your father is in a story line where he is being controlled by Paul Heyman. In order to break him away from this, we would like you to come into the story. We want you to convince him that he has sold his soul and whatnot. Now, in order to do this, you will have to sign a contract. However, we also would like you to be in matches. We know you have been training, and J.R. here says that you have real talent. We would like to offer you a two-year contract and a spot on the roster. We believe you will be very successful in this business," he finished.
Trinity's mouth dropped open. This was the moment she had been waiting for forever since she turned 18. "If you need time to think it over, we'll give you a few days," J.R. chimed in. "No! No," Trinity said hastily. "I want this. I've wanted this forever. I'll do it. I'll sign the contract," Trinity said, excitement in her voice. "Great," J.R. said. He handed her the papers and she looked over them carefully. She was fine with the contract, and signed it, sealing the deal. "Welcome to the WWE Trinity," Eric said as he shook her hand. "We want you to go through another month of training with the other Divas, and during that time, the writers will come up with a plot for you. Report to my office on Thursday night, and we'll assign you a trainer," Bischoff said as he led her to the door. Trinity left the office and ran to her father's dressing room.