Disclaimer: Anyone in this story you may recognize, we do not own. Heather, Rae, Meagan, and I all own ourselves, and the respective ring names used by Heather and Meagan. Actually, Meagan is going to be Jamie in this story, just so ya'll aren't confused.
A/N: Here's another story done by all of us. Rae and I came up with it, after talking about what happened at the Great American Bash. Hope you all enjoy this.
Life's Little Changes
Chapter 1
"GAH!" Rae yelled, throwing the remote at the TV, when Kurt Angle said that JBL was the new WWE Champion. "Can you believe that fuckin' shit?" Rae asked her best friend, and roommate Amanda.
"I think that has to be the worst God awful PPV, I've ever seen." Amanda replied, getting up and turning off the TV.
"What in the fuckin' hell was McMahon thinking, giving that asshole the title? Shit, at this rate Amanda, we could be better writers for Smackdown." Rae said, getting up to find another bottle of Vodka.
"I swear the only highlight was getting to see John Cena keep his title. It's a shame Heather and Jamie couldn't be here. Heather wouldn't have made it past Cena's match." Amanda said, talking about their other two friends.
"I wonder if they're still working, or did the asshole boss actually let them leave on time." Rae said, right when the phone started ringing.
"Bet that's her now." Amanda replied, hitting the speaker phone button. "Hello." Amanda said.
"What the hell happened tonight? Is my men still champions?" Heather asked, her words coming a mile a minute.
"Slow down Chica. Your man won, and is still the US champ, but your Latino Heat lost." Amanda said, and Rae could be heard yelling from down the hall.
"Yeah, he lost in a screw job." She said, causing Amanda to chuckle, as Heather shouted her own profanities.
"What the fuck? How in the monkey blue hell did that shit fuckin' happen?" Heather questioned. As Amanda tried to explain to Heather, Rae came running down the hall.
"I've got an idea." She shouted, causing Amanda to look up, and Heather to start laughing over the phone.
"Call the news, Rae has an idea. This oughta shock the shit out of everyone." Heather said, as Rae just glared towards the phone.
"Just be fuckin' glad you're on the phone, and not here in front of me. Otherwise, your bitch ass would be goin' down." Rae said, none to pleasantly.
Okay, you two, just calm down. What's this idea you have Rae?" Amanda said, trying to keep the two friends from yelling at each other.
"Why don't you and I send in some of our stories, along with a resume to be writers for the WWE?" Rae suggested, as Amanda looked at her like she'd lost her mind.
"Rae, do you know how ridiculous that sounds? Why would they even bother to look at something like that? They have all the writers that they want, granted, they aren't worth a shit over on the blue side, but still. What makes you think they'd hire us?" Amanda said, the logical side in her coming out.
"Think about it, what do we have to lose? Not a damn thing, 'cept maybe .37 each. Come on, we've always said we'd like to be writers for the show, now's our chance to do something about it. Plus once Chica and Jamie get into the WWE, we'll all be together again." Rae said, the last part a little bit hyper.
"Yeah, she's right Amanda. I mean, Jamie and I are pretty damn close to getting called up from Louisville, and if ya'll are writing for the shows, then we'll get to hang out again, just like we used to." Heather piped in, trying to get Amanda to cave.
"Alright, but when you said send in some of our stories, what exactly did you mean?" Amanda asked, worried about what Rae would pick out.
"Don't worry, I have it all taken care of. We'll send in Operation, since we worked on that together." Rae replied, already heading down to the basement where their computer was.
"Oh yeah, don't worry. She's just going to send in the story we wrote about kidnapping two of the company's biggest stars." Amanda mumbled, before saying good-bye to Heather.
3 weeks later
"Hello." Amanda said, grabbing the cordless of the base before the machine kicked on.
"Could I speak to Raechel Stefan, or Amanda Avery please?" A friendly female voice asked.
"This is Amanda. Who am I speaking to?" Amanda asked, trying to get Rae's attention outside.
"This is Stephanie McMahon-Levesque from World Wrestling Entertainment. We received a sample of your writing, and we are interested in flying you both out for an interview." Stephanie said, while Amanda almost dropped the phone.
"Um...wow. That would be great. Raechel's not here right now, but I know she'll be interested as well. When did you want us to fly up?" Amanda asked, calming down a little bit.
"Well if you could be here on Wednesday the 21st around 2:00 pm, that would be great. Of course, we'll be paying for your airfare as well as the hotel and travel accommodations." Stephanie said, as Rae finally came into the house.
"Okay, we'll be there next Wednesday at 2:00. Thank you so much." Amanda said, before hanging up.
"What was that all about?" Rae asked, confused to what she just walked into.
"Girl, go pack your shit, we just got ourselves jobs with the WWE." Amanda said, turning around to look at her friend.
"You mean...." Rae said, not able to finish her question.
"Yes, that was Stephanie McMahon. They loved our stories, and would like to fly us both out for interviews next Wednesday at 2pm." Amanda said, as both girls started screaming.
A/N: I know this wasn't that long of a chapter, but I wanted to get a solid base for what is going to be happening in this story. Rae and Amanda are going to be writers, and Jamie and Heather, well they're going to be divas soon, well ass-kicking divas. Please leave any reviews you have. Oh yeah, I have no clue if the 21st is on a Wednesday or not, I was trying to think of it in my head, and right now, I don't think there's enough room for all that.
Amanda
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