Part 1
Francine is just returning home from the store. She's carrying two large paper bags in her arms, and she feels really tired. After the end of ECW she's been out of work, and she's starting to feel it. She's hungry, tired, and generally not feeling well. She reaches for the door knob and is just about to fish out her keys from her fur coat pocket, when the knob turns as she grabs it and opens. "that's weird," she thinks " I could have sworn I locked it. oh well." She strolls into her house, and into the kitchen where she puts her bags on the counter. Francine walks into her living room with her hand on her forehead. The room is lit by a single lamp, casting shadows all over everything. She unbuttons her long fur coat a slings it across the arm of a chair. She doesn't notice the figure sitting in a chair across the room in the dark. Francine stretches and looks at herself in the mirror. She's wearing a tight, button up leopard print shirt, and a tight pair of black pants. She looks great as always, but she doesn't think so. She thinks she looks old and worn. "You looking well." "HOLY CRAP!!!" yelled Francine as she jumped back. "Who's there!?" She could see the figure now, but she couldn't pick out who it was. The figure leaned forward into the light, revealing herself as Stacy Keibler. "Someone wants to talk to you." "Who?" asked Francine, suspiciously. "Someone very important," Stacy said, standing. She walked over to her, looked away, and then looked straight into Francine's eyes. She held the gaze for awhile, making Francine very uncomfortable. "What do you have to lose anyways?" she said finally. Francine felt this was very rude, but had to admit that it was truthful. She looked at Stacy carefully. She wore a pale red leather trench coat, and her long blond hair reached past her shoulders. She looked really mysterious in the faded light. "Ok, I'll go," she decided at last. "Great, lets go." Said Stacy.
Part 2
Stacy lead Francine outside and onto the street. It was just after sun set and the unusually cold twilight made Francine uncomfortable. Suddenly a red Limo and a red Hummer pulled up to the curb. "Get in." said Stacy, pointing to the Limo as she climbed into the passenger seat of the hummer. Francine looked at the Limo. She didn't like getting into a car when she didn't know who was waiting for her. But what did she have to lose. She opened the door and stepped inside.
Sitting, Francine waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark light. When they did, she saw the large inside of the limo was red as well. Across the room sat none other than Trish Stratus. She wore a black hooded zip-up sweater, with the hood up, red and black plaid pants, and large black army boots. Trish sat with her legs crossed, a finger put to her lips staring at Francine. Francine felt very small, but she tried to sound her usual tough self " What's this all about?" she said in a stern voice. Trish raised an eyebrow and smirked. " I have a proposal for you." She said. "yeah, and what' that?" said Francine. "First off, how do you fee about the WWF?" asked Trish. "Well" said Francine, suspecting a trick question, " Because of them I'm out of a job, so I can't say that I'm too fond of em." " Good." Said Trish smiling, to the surprise of Francine. " That's what I was hoping. Care to join an organization that's built to screw up the WWF, and get paid while doing it?" "I'm not sure I know what you mean." Replied Francine, confused, but interested. Trish slowly un-zipped her sweater, revealing the shirt underneath. Francine gasped. The shirt was a black and red N.W.O. shirt. "oh, shit." Said Francine. Trish just smiled. "We are the newest faction of the N.W.O., the black and red. An all female faction. Do you want in? We could use you." With that Trish pulled out another N.W.O. shirt and held it out to Francine. "Who else is in it?" asked Francine curiously. "You already met Stacy. Also there is Torrie Wilson, Tammy Sytch, or Sunny, and myself." Replied Trish. "What have you guys done so far?" "Nothing but trained. But its all going down soon." Said Trish. "Ok, I'm in." said Francine, taking the shirt from Trish. "Great. The Hard Core Princess joins our ranks. Awesome." Said Trish, grinning. " After a bit more training, we're gonna kick some serious ass." " Yeah." Said Francine, looking at the N.W.O. shirt, and smiling.
Francine is just returning home from the store. She's carrying two large paper bags in her arms, and she feels really tired. After the end of ECW she's been out of work, and she's starting to feel it. She's hungry, tired, and generally not feeling well. She reaches for the door knob and is just about to fish out her keys from her fur coat pocket, when the knob turns as she grabs it and opens. "that's weird," she thinks " I could have sworn I locked it. oh well." She strolls into her house, and into the kitchen where she puts her bags on the counter. Francine walks into her living room with her hand on her forehead. The room is lit by a single lamp, casting shadows all over everything. She unbuttons her long fur coat a slings it across the arm of a chair. She doesn't notice the figure sitting in a chair across the room in the dark. Francine stretches and looks at herself in the mirror. She's wearing a tight, button up leopard print shirt, and a tight pair of black pants. She looks great as always, but she doesn't think so. She thinks she looks old and worn. "You looking well." "HOLY CRAP!!!" yelled Francine as she jumped back. "Who's there!?" She could see the figure now, but she couldn't pick out who it was. The figure leaned forward into the light, revealing herself as Stacy Keibler. "Someone wants to talk to you." "Who?" asked Francine, suspiciously. "Someone very important," Stacy said, standing. She walked over to her, looked away, and then looked straight into Francine's eyes. She held the gaze for awhile, making Francine very uncomfortable. "What do you have to lose anyways?" she said finally. Francine felt this was very rude, but had to admit that it was truthful. She looked at Stacy carefully. She wore a pale red leather trench coat, and her long blond hair reached past her shoulders. She looked really mysterious in the faded light. "Ok, I'll go," she decided at last. "Great, lets go." Said Stacy.
Part 2
Stacy lead Francine outside and onto the street. It was just after sun set and the unusually cold twilight made Francine uncomfortable. Suddenly a red Limo and a red Hummer pulled up to the curb. "Get in." said Stacy, pointing to the Limo as she climbed into the passenger seat of the hummer. Francine looked at the Limo. She didn't like getting into a car when she didn't know who was waiting for her. But what did she have to lose. She opened the door and stepped inside.
Sitting, Francine waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark light. When they did, she saw the large inside of the limo was red as well. Across the room sat none other than Trish Stratus. She wore a black hooded zip-up sweater, with the hood up, red and black plaid pants, and large black army boots. Trish sat with her legs crossed, a finger put to her lips staring at Francine. Francine felt very small, but she tried to sound her usual tough self " What's this all about?" she said in a stern voice. Trish raised an eyebrow and smirked. " I have a proposal for you." She said. "yeah, and what' that?" said Francine. "First off, how do you fee about the WWF?" asked Trish. "Well" said Francine, suspecting a trick question, " Because of them I'm out of a job, so I can't say that I'm too fond of em." " Good." Said Trish smiling, to the surprise of Francine. " That's what I was hoping. Care to join an organization that's built to screw up the WWF, and get paid while doing it?" "I'm not sure I know what you mean." Replied Francine, confused, but interested. Trish slowly un-zipped her sweater, revealing the shirt underneath. Francine gasped. The shirt was a black and red N.W.O. shirt. "oh, shit." Said Francine. Trish just smiled. "We are the newest faction of the N.W.O., the black and red. An all female faction. Do you want in? We could use you." With that Trish pulled out another N.W.O. shirt and held it out to Francine. "Who else is in it?" asked Francine curiously. "You already met Stacy. Also there is Torrie Wilson, Tammy Sytch, or Sunny, and myself." Replied Trish. "What have you guys done so far?" "Nothing but trained. But its all going down soon." Said Trish. "Ok, I'm in." said Francine, taking the shirt from Trish. "Great. The Hard Core Princess joins our ranks. Awesome." Said Trish, grinning. " After a bit more training, we're gonna kick some serious ass." " Yeah." Said Francine, looking at the N.W.O. shirt, and smiling.