A/N: Hey there people! It's your favorite author (maybe)… me! Anyway, I'm here with a new story. The idea came up just when I remembered about the Trish/Jeff angle thingie. Anyways, just read on. This might be one of my best fics yet so READ!
Female characters: Trish Stratus, Stacy Keibler, Lita, Terri Runnels, Victoria, Stephanie McMahon, Dawn Marie, Torrie Wilson, Nidia, Linda McMahon, Sarah Williams (my character, still undecided whether a Mary Sue or not) and Looney Lane (Indy wrestler from UPW)
Male characters: Not so sure, will progress as time passes…
Summary: Ever wondered how Trish would fare if she joined Team Extreme? Then read on! Ever try imagining what Trish would look like wearing Lita's clothes? Then imagine no more! I'm here to entertain you! The Hardyz's breakup never happened in this fic!
Author: Me!
Distribution: How about asking? It'd be appreciated.
Dedication: I dedicate this fic to Jade and Lexi. Gals, your stories are the BOMB! I loooove them! And continue writing! Also, this fic goes out to the other Jeff/Trish shippers as well as those who just love getting Stratusfied!
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"Hey Trish, how about we try doing a moonsault?" Lita asked her close friend, Trish Stratus. Trish wrinkled her nose slightly.
"Are you sure I can do it? I mean, I've seen you do it and it looks as if it hurts if you miss," Trish grimaced.
"Trish, it won't hurt. I've done it loads of times and it feels like as if you just received a Gut Punch," Looney Lane, who was on the floor, assured her. The brunette Indy wrestler was lying on the mat for Trish's attempted moonsault.
"It might be easy for you, Looney. But you've trained with professional trainers that teach you how to bump lots," Trish retorted.
"Trishy, you should give Looney a chance. After all, she's an Indy wrestler. And you should try a moonsault," Sarah Williams remarked lazily. She was the daughter of Jeanne, Stone Cold Steve Austin's ex-wife and Debra's stepdaughter. But overall, Sarah was pretty nice and decent although she does have her 'Stone Cold' moments.
"Okay, I'll try then, if you insist," Trish sighed but she was actually grumbling. She climbed up the top rope and steadied herself.
"Right! Now, steady, steady… and jump!" at Lita's command, Trish flew off the top rope and landed right on Looney's abdomen.
"YEOW!" the brunette shrieked painfully as Trish rolled off her.
"Doesn't feel like a gut punch, does it?" Trish asked smugly.
"It's not that! You landed wrongly on me!" Looney managed to gasp out as she rolled in the ring.
"Sorry Looney," Trish apologized. Sarah rolled her eyes and slid into the ring.
"C'mon girl, I'll help you up. Ames, try to teach Trish more moves," Sarah said tonelessly as she knelt beside Looney. Lita shrugged and gestured Trish to the other side of the training ring.
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The Next RAW Is WAR…
~The Hardyz and Lita's Entrance Video starts in the TitanTron~
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it's the Eight Person Intergender Tag Team matchup! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 576 pounds, Lita, Matt, Jeff, the Hardy Boyz!" Lilian Garcia announced.
"Well JR, who do you think their fourth tag team partner would be?" Jerry 'The King' Lawler asked his good friend, Jim Ross.
"I don't know, King, but it must be a female since the match is supposed to have two females and two males," JR replied. The two commentators had their eyes on the TitanTron, curiously wondering whom the Hardyz and Lita's tag team partner was.
~'Hella Good' by No Doubt starts and the crowd murmurs~
"Now who can that be?" JR asked.
There was a huge pop going through the crowd when the TitanTron showed Trish's video. And Trish Stratus herself came out, all dressed like Lita!
"I don't believe it! It's Trish Stratus!" JR exclaimed.
It was indeed Trish Stratus. It was unbelievable as Trish was wearing a black halter-top with a pink 'Female Pride' symbol and matching black baggy pants. Her red thongs were visible from the top of her pants.
"Oh my puppies, JR! You better believe it! Thong!" King exclaimed as though he had just received candy.
"And their tag team partner, from Toronto, Canada, Trish Stratus!" Lilian announced. Trish smiled at the ring announcer and climbed one of the turnbuckles to take her vows.
"Glad to have you, Trish!" the Hardyz and Lita said as they knocked their fists against each other's.
~Right To Censor's screeching music starts and the foursome (Ivory, Steven Richards, The Goodfather and Molly) comes out. The crowd boos~
"Introducing their opponents, the team of Ivory, Steven Richards, Goodfather and Molly Holy, Right to Censor!" Lilian announced and left the ring.
The moment RTC slid into the ring, the Hardyz, Lita and Trish started attacking their opponents. Trish started the matchup after spearing Molly down to the mat. The bell rang and the match had officially started. Trish grabbed Molly by her hair and started banging the blond's head onto the mat with loud thuds.
"Hey! Don't grab her head!" the referee shouted, trying to make Trish let go of Molly's hair. Trish let Molly go but dragged her over to Lita and tagged the redhead in. Trish held Molly straight and rushed out of the way when Lita did a Top-Rope Hurricanrana on Molly.
Lita wasted no time in punching and kicking the blond until when she finally missed something. She Irish-Whipped Molly to the ropes but Molly retaliated and tried to Scoop Slam her but Lita reversed it to her Litacanrana (Head Scissors).
"And a perfect reversal of Head Scissors by the Lovely Lita!" JR commented.
Lita, unfortunately, got the Eye Rake by Molly and the blond tagged her nearest partner, the Goodfather. Lita was trapped. She tried to reach her team but the hulking man blocked her way. Finally, Lita Low Blowed him and did a DDT on the RTC member. She tagged Matt Hardy in and the black-haired Hardy wasted no time in getting into action.
~The match goes on until we reach the point where everyone is on the mat, lifeless~
Trish painfully gets up and grabs Molly by the hair. She kicks Molly in the stomach and holds the blond in a Headlock as she jumps off the ropes into a perfect Stratusfaction Bulldog. Not having enough, she positions Molly on the mat to do her second finisher, Stratusault. She climbs the top tope and looks over her shoulder to check her position. Without hesitation, she flies off the top rope and performs Stratusault!
"And a perfect Moonsault off the top rope by Trish Stratus!" JR exclaimed.
Trish rolls Molly over and the referee counts. 1-2-3! The arena erupts wildly. Trish, Lita and the Hardyz had won over RTC!
"Here are your winners, Trish Stratus, Lita and the Hardyz!" Lilian announced as 'Hella Good' by No Doubt echoes through the arena.
"Yes! Great job, Trish! I guess training paid off!" Lita exclaimed when they were backstage.
"Nice Moonsault, Trish! I guess Amy taught you? It hurt like hell!" Molly complained playfully. Trish had to laugh.
"Yeah, Ames taught me how to do it. Did it hurt much?" Trish asked curiously. Molly winced, pretending to exaggerate.
"Don't fake it, Molls!" Ivory chided playing along. The guys laughed.
"Great job out there, Stratus," Jeff Hardy said, patting Trish's shoulder warmly. Trish felt the familiar fluttering in her stomach and blushed.
"Thanks Jeff," she said quietly but smiled brightly for him.
Ending A/N: How'd you guys liked it? I had to cut the match short since I was out of ideas on how to continue the match… Toodlez! Oh, and the other femmes would be introduced in the next chapter! Thanks for reading and don't forget to review! It means a lot!