Hey guys! I'm back with another story! Sorry if the plot is kind of lame. I hope ya'll read and review! :)
Chapter 1
FDH College
"five, six, seven, eight, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two and one.." Stacy Keibler recited as she led the cheerleading squad down to the minute of their cheer routine. "That was very nice girls! Practice tomorrow at four thirty, I'll see you all there!" This is Stacy Keibler. Head cheerleader of FDH College. Beautiful, kind-hearted, funny and.. SINGLE!
"You bet I will babe!" Randy shouted at Stacy and the squad while giving them suggestive looks. This is Randy Orton. FDH's handsome football jock who's a perfect gentleman. Only problem is, his game isn't necessarily just inside the field, he's the best chauvinist around.
"That guy is so hot!" Maria commented as she picked up her duffel bag and drank from her Gatorade. This is Maria Kennelis. Member of the cheerleading squad and one of Stacy's bestfriends. She is easily attracted to guys but is completely faithful to her man, a certain goofball named Carlito.
"Well good luck with Hugh Hefner Junior!" Stacy retorted as she walked to the shower room. "Well do you think he'll take me seriously?" Trish asked Stacy as she tagged along with Stacy to the shower room. This is Trish Stratus. Beautiful, bubbly but bubbles seem to the only things occupying the interior of her skull. Both girls giggled as they bumped into a towering handsome man by the name of John Cena.
"Hey ladies!" John greeted Stacy and Trish as he walked past them. This is John Cena. Captain of the football team. Unlike Randy, John isn't a "playah". A lot of girls are head over heels for him but he doesn't take advantage of them. Randy always started jokes about his manhood in the locker room but he doesn't mind.
"Man you got to let me meet those chicks!" Torrie told John as she walked up to him. Finally, this is Torrie Wilson. The sporty, intelligent man trapped in a woman's body. She is John Cena's neighbor and bestfriend. She isn't popular like John. Her everyday goal: to blend in with the lockers and endure the day getting the least attention possible.
"What's up man?" John snatched Torrie's cap, wore it on his head and put his arm around Torrie's shoulders.
"John, you promised me you'd introduce me to those girls!" Torrie complained. She's wearing baggy jeans and a plad polo on top of a loose shirt.
"Look, I'm saving your dignity here! Do you want painted nails? Make-up? That green goo they put on their faces?" Torrie shuddered at the thought. "When you become friends with them, inevitably, you will become the next princess tutu of the school!" John warned Torrie.
"I get your point. See! That's why we're a team!" Torrie gave John a slight punch in his gut. John laughed and tightened his hold on Torrie. "Come on!" John said as both of them walked to his car.