Approximately ten hours in the car. Three days without internet- the only connection I've got with my best friend. What do I end up with? A hundred and fifty three photos, sunburn and this. These aren't totally my real feelings about any of these guys, either.

Hey, Missy? Remember that bad thought you had, the one about the mystery guy? Heh heh... I'm gonna start running now.

I flipped tails.

"Dude, you suck."

"Actually, Randy, I-."

"John, stop right there. We don't need to hear any more of that." Randy laughed, shoving his best friend lightly. "We've heard enough about your escapades."

"What?" John responded, trying to sound innocent. "It's true. It's not my fault I get more than you do."

"Whatever." Randy shoved open the door to the men's locker room. "You just need to learn to shut your trap."

"But Randy, I need-."

"I said to shut it."

Groaning, John Cena threw his bag down on the bench. "Who've you got tonight?"

Randy didn't answer as he was interrupted by the locker room door being flung open hard from the outside, hitting the wall and bouncing back with a resounding thud. There was a bright flash and a blond Canadian stormed in, dropping down onto the bench next to Cena's bag in a huff.

"Ugh. Stupid Michaels is getting on my nerves."

"Hate to sound immature there Jericho." Randy laughed, pulling off his worn grey shirt and replacing it with a black 'RKO' one.

"Huh?"

"You just called Shawn Michaels stupid."

Chris looked confused. "So?"

"It's a three year old insult."

"It is not. Besides, you're not the one having to face that guy week after week."

John raised an eyebrow. "No, but we're the ones who are being blinded by your glitter as we speak. Why the hell must you wear it all the time?"

"It looks good on me, don't you think?" Chris stood up and spun around, his sparkly purple jacket shining. "I like it."

Randy covered his eyes with his hands. "Great. He has the maturity of a three year old and he's gay."

Chris stopped spinning, coming face to face with Randy. "Shut your mouth, you assclown."

Randy's fists were balled at his side and John quickly pulled him backwards. "Randy, no. Come on, let's get out of here. We might as well watch the rest of the show before we leave."

"Who's up next?"

"Divas match." Jericho put in. "Kelly and Mickie James against Victoria and Missy Leigh, if I remember correctly."

"Hot. I am so there." John smiled. "This has to be good."

"You're such a sleaze."

"I know. Now, are we going to go watch this?" Grabbing Randy's arm, he tried to pull his friend out the door.

Rolling his eyes, Chris followed the duo out of the locker room.

--

"Introducing first, from Jacksonville, Florida… Kelly Kelly!"

Watching from her position a few meters away, Missy frowned. How the blonde who was strutting down the ramp now had gotten into the business was beyond her. All she did was waltz around in the three inches of cloth she called 'clothes'.

"Hey, Missy."

Smiling at the newcomer, Missy ran her hand through her hair. "How's it going Paul?"

The approaching male, Missy's best friend, Paul London nodded happily. "I'm good, actually. And you?"

"I want to slap that plastic smirk off her dumb blonde face."

"Anyone ever told you that you should consider therapy?"

"You're lucky I like you, London. Otherwise your child-bearing abilities would have been hindered just then."

"You know you love me."

"Whatever."

"If you didn't then I wouldn't be able to have kids, would I?"

Missy raised her eyebrows, a cheeky smile crossing her face. "Do you want to press the matter?"

Paul shook his head quickly. "No."

"Didn't think so." Missy looked up at the monitor. An upbeat tune started and Mickie James made her entrance.

"Hey, Missy." Victoria, dressed in her usual black and red ring attire, approached Missy and Paul. "Wanna go out together?"

"Your music or mine?"

"We'll go out under yours. Two minutes, yeah?"

"I'll be there." Missy watched as Victoria walked towards the curtain, before turning back to Paul. "I should go. I've got divas to squash."

"Good luck out there, not that you'll need it."

"This is gonna be good. Thanks."

'Take the light and darken everything around me,

Call the clowns and listen closely, I'm lost without you…'

"And their challengers… Victoria and Missy Leigh!"

Paul chuckled as he watched Missy and Victoria step through the curtain and make their way down to the ring. As much as she hated to admit that she was anything like the faces of the business, Missy could almost be mistaken for Mickie James' long lost twin. While their wrestling style differed- Missy being more technical and aerial as opposed to Mickie James' much more grounded style- their mannerisms and personalities were very much alike. Their entrances were almost the same, the main difference being that Mickie skipped a lot more than Missy due to her being the face, and both women were funny and friendly towards those who were close to them.

All four women were in, Missy sitting on one turnbuckle, Victoria leaning on the next. Kelly Kelly and Mickie James were pacing between them, the referee being the only thing stopping Missy and Victoria from doing anything. With a sigh, Missy swung her legs over, dropping onto the apron. Mickie James followed suit on the other side of the ring, stepping between the ropes.

Victoria and Kelly stayed in the ring as the bell went, both the legal women for the start of the match.

--

"Dude, she's hot." John pointed at the monitor as the barbie doll-esque Kelly Kelly attempted a kick aimed at Victoria's midsection.

"No way man." Randy shook his head. "She's too… too…"

"Perfect?"

"Easy."

"What? How can you say that? She is not!"

Randy smirked. "Oh yeah? How many times have you had her?"

"Um… One- no two. Wait, then there was that time…" John began to count on his fingers. "But it doesn't matter. I can get anyone I want."

"Anyone?" Chris chuckled. "No way."

"Are you doubting my skills?"

"Chris, man, Johnny boy here is a lady killer. There's no doubt about it." Randy said, looking between his friends. "I wouldn't question his ability."

"Get her then."

All three men looked up at the monitor; Missy had been tagged in and was sending a flurry of kicks into the midsection of the other blonde in the match. Kelly Kelly was doubled over before Missy pulled her down in a running bulldog.

"Which one?"

"Missy Leigh."

The woman in question was running towards the turnbuckle now. She jumped, balancing on the second ropes in the corner before jumping again. Her feet connected with the top of the turnbuckle and she jumped backwards in a moonsault, landing on Kelly Kelly.

"No way man." Randy shook his head, eyes slightly wide. "Nobody touches that girl. Not even the biggest sleaze in the business."

"I can do it."

"I bet you can't. That girl don't talk to anyone, especially not you."

"Gonna put your money where your mouth is, Randy?"

Jericho nodded. "I'm in. Two weeks. A hundred bucks."

"Only a hundred?"

Randy smiled. "Count me in too. A hundred from each of us. You screw up, you owe us."

"You're on."

Part one. I don't expect this to be all too long. But I'm having fun with it.

Don't kill me Missy. XD

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