Disclaimer: we don't own any of the wrestlers portrayed in this fic. There
will be some slash in later chapters, so if you don't like don't read.
Flame if you wish, they will be laughed at then used to heat my cold
basement.
Rumble And High Heels Don't Mix
Written By: Amber Marshall & Heather Pearce
Edited By: H. Pearce
Chapter 1
It was a good night for us, there was a capacity crowd tonight. I was pacing back and forth in the female locker room, waiting for the cue. I quickly checked myself in the mirror, and I thought
"Damn Michelle, you look great!!"
"Five minutes, Miss Thompson." said the co-ordinator.
"Thank you." I replied.
This was going to be my best match ever!! Lynx (Me!) and The Mysterious Singer (Melanie Mc Mahon, niece of Vince.) against Sable, and Debra in an evening gown match. There were going to be some heads rolling on the mat, if I had anything to do with it!!
Just then there was some commotion in the corridor outside the locker room.
"No, I said no one comes backstage without a pass." said a security guard.
"But I'm her husband." said Trevor, (Yes he was my hubby!)
"I can vouch for him." I said.
"Yes Ma'am, can I see some I.D. from him?" said the guard (God this one was anal!!!)
"Hon, show him." I said.
Trevor took out his wallet, and showed his driver's license, he also pulled out a picture of myself. Him and our Rottweiler, Kaylar.
"Sorry sir, ma'am, but next time make sure you have a pass, one of the girls was attacked by a crazed fan.....I'm only doing my job." he replied with a shrug.
"It's alright." patting him on the shoulder.
"Honey, I have to go out in like....." I started.
"Ten seconds to air, PLACES!" yelled the co-ordinator.
"Will you watch me kick some butt??" I asked.
"You bet!, like I would miss seeing puppies!!!" he replied.
I playfully slapped him across the face, and hurried to the curtain below the screen.
I then heard a voice, loud and clear over the P.A.
"TORONTO, LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!!!"
I charged through the curtain as my music played, and I heard the announcer
"Now approaching the ring, weighing in at one hundred, sixty pounds, give it up for Lynx!"
I was worried at this point wondering where the blink Melanie was, but I didn't have time to worry too much. Sable and Debra had been announced and were making their way down to the ring.
"This is a tag team evening gown match, scheduled for one fall."
Just then, all the lights in the building went out, and the overture from Phantom of The Opera began to play and I thought:
"That's her allright, always has to make an entrance!!"
A spotlight lit up, and I looked up to see Melanie being lowered from the ceiling. I thought it was fantastic. WOW!
She was lowered right into the middle of the ring, at which point the lights came up, and there she was, looking fabulous in a silver and black gown, basically a silver dress with a sheer black overlay, there were black sequined musical notes on it.
I whistled softly, she looked great. She made my light gold dress and faux "sable" mantle look pathetic!
Debra looked okay, but she wasn't smashing either, she wore an electric blue satin dress, very plain, but her shoes were different! they were metallic blue, four inch spikes, and I thought it was going to be easy to take her out in those, I had been smart and worn flats.
Then the crowd roared as Sable grabbed a microphone and said in her most intimidating voice.
"Prepare to meet your maker!!!"
"As If!!!" yelled Melanie.
"You're dreaming Sable!" I replied.
"Well let's get down to it, and see who's really got the right stuff!" exclaimed Debra.
"Surrender, that's all we ask of you." said Melanie.
The bell sounded, and the ref reminded us that the first team to have one or both lose their dress, loses.
The match started with Melanie and Sable in the ring. Sable surprised her by grabbing her by the shoulders and throwing her across the mat.
The crowd cheered for Sable, but then Melanie came back and got her with a clothesline and Sable fell to the mat, breaking one of her six inch heels in the process. Sable sneered at her and started to get up, but Melanie grabbed her by the straps of her black satin dress and threw her down again, the left strap snapped, but the dress was still in place.
"PUPPIES, PUPPIES, PUPPIES!!!!" chanted the male voices in the crowd
Sable went for Melanie again, she grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up off of her feet, in a choke hold. She slammed her down, and I winced, that had to hurt.
I lost concentration for a moment, and then I felt a slap on my knee. I reached into the ring and took the tag.
I climbed into the ring and turned to face Debra. I sneered at her and began to walk towards her with my hands posed for a choke hold, Debra started backing up and I reached for her neck, just then I tripped and fell forward, Debra was still backing up, and as I fell I caught the bustline of her strapless dress with my hands. Debra lost her balance and fell backwards and the crowd went wild as a loud "RIP" sounded.
"PUPPIES, PUPPIES, PUPPIES." chanted the crowd.
It was true, not just Debra's gown was totalled, but her brassiere as well.
The bell sounded, the announcer came over the mike, announcing us as the winners.
The ref held up our hands, and we smiled in triumph.
"You're dead!" Sable hissed.
"Don't be too sure!" I hissed back.
Rumble And High Heels Don't Mix
Written By: Amber Marshall & Heather Pearce
Edited By: H. Pearce
Chapter 1
It was a good night for us, there was a capacity crowd tonight. I was pacing back and forth in the female locker room, waiting for the cue. I quickly checked myself in the mirror, and I thought
"Damn Michelle, you look great!!"
"Five minutes, Miss Thompson." said the co-ordinator.
"Thank you." I replied.
This was going to be my best match ever!! Lynx (Me!) and The Mysterious Singer (Melanie Mc Mahon, niece of Vince.) against Sable, and Debra in an evening gown match. There were going to be some heads rolling on the mat, if I had anything to do with it!!
Just then there was some commotion in the corridor outside the locker room.
"No, I said no one comes backstage without a pass." said a security guard.
"But I'm her husband." said Trevor, (Yes he was my hubby!)
"I can vouch for him." I said.
"Yes Ma'am, can I see some I.D. from him?" said the guard (God this one was anal!!!)
"Hon, show him." I said.
Trevor took out his wallet, and showed his driver's license, he also pulled out a picture of myself. Him and our Rottweiler, Kaylar.
"Sorry sir, ma'am, but next time make sure you have a pass, one of the girls was attacked by a crazed fan.....I'm only doing my job." he replied with a shrug.
"It's alright." patting him on the shoulder.
"Honey, I have to go out in like....." I started.
"Ten seconds to air, PLACES!" yelled the co-ordinator.
"Will you watch me kick some butt??" I asked.
"You bet!, like I would miss seeing puppies!!!" he replied.
I playfully slapped him across the face, and hurried to the curtain below the screen.
I then heard a voice, loud and clear over the P.A.
"TORONTO, LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!!!"
I charged through the curtain as my music played, and I heard the announcer
"Now approaching the ring, weighing in at one hundred, sixty pounds, give it up for Lynx!"
I was worried at this point wondering where the blink Melanie was, but I didn't have time to worry too much. Sable and Debra had been announced and were making their way down to the ring.
"This is a tag team evening gown match, scheduled for one fall."
Just then, all the lights in the building went out, and the overture from Phantom of The Opera began to play and I thought:
"That's her allright, always has to make an entrance!!"
A spotlight lit up, and I looked up to see Melanie being lowered from the ceiling. I thought it was fantastic. WOW!
She was lowered right into the middle of the ring, at which point the lights came up, and there she was, looking fabulous in a silver and black gown, basically a silver dress with a sheer black overlay, there were black sequined musical notes on it.
I whistled softly, she looked great. She made my light gold dress and faux "sable" mantle look pathetic!
Debra looked okay, but she wasn't smashing either, she wore an electric blue satin dress, very plain, but her shoes were different! they were metallic blue, four inch spikes, and I thought it was going to be easy to take her out in those, I had been smart and worn flats.
Then the crowd roared as Sable grabbed a microphone and said in her most intimidating voice.
"Prepare to meet your maker!!!"
"As If!!!" yelled Melanie.
"You're dreaming Sable!" I replied.
"Well let's get down to it, and see who's really got the right stuff!" exclaimed Debra.
"Surrender, that's all we ask of you." said Melanie.
The bell sounded, and the ref reminded us that the first team to have one or both lose their dress, loses.
The match started with Melanie and Sable in the ring. Sable surprised her by grabbing her by the shoulders and throwing her across the mat.
The crowd cheered for Sable, but then Melanie came back and got her with a clothesline and Sable fell to the mat, breaking one of her six inch heels in the process. Sable sneered at her and started to get up, but Melanie grabbed her by the straps of her black satin dress and threw her down again, the left strap snapped, but the dress was still in place.
"PUPPIES, PUPPIES, PUPPIES!!!!" chanted the male voices in the crowd
Sable went for Melanie again, she grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up off of her feet, in a choke hold. She slammed her down, and I winced, that had to hurt.
I lost concentration for a moment, and then I felt a slap on my knee. I reached into the ring and took the tag.
I climbed into the ring and turned to face Debra. I sneered at her and began to walk towards her with my hands posed for a choke hold, Debra started backing up and I reached for her neck, just then I tripped and fell forward, Debra was still backing up, and as I fell I caught the bustline of her strapless dress with my hands. Debra lost her balance and fell backwards and the crowd went wild as a loud "RIP" sounded.
"PUPPIES, PUPPIES, PUPPIES." chanted the crowd.
It was true, not just Debra's gown was totalled, but her brassiere as well.
The bell sounded, the announcer came over the mike, announcing us as the winners.
The ref held up our hands, and we smiled in triumph.
"You're dead!" Sable hissed.
"Don't be too sure!" I hissed back.