Summary - Three friends, who are obsessed with wrestling, decide to take a
little trip.
Warning - Rated R for use of language
Copyright - I do not own anyone, except Raechel. Heather and Amanda belong to themselves, although I'm sure all three of us would give ourselves over to the guys we LOVE without a second thought. The wrestlers belong to the WWE.
Chapter 1: Drunken Conversations
*Big Pecker's Bar & Grill in Ocean City, MD*
The trio sat around a table, each with their own drink in front of them. Raechel was drinking rum and Coke, with LOTS of rum, since they sat down. Her dark brown eyes were glazed and tired looking. She wore a John Cena t-shirt, the old school, baseball shirt to be exact, with a pair of black flares and thick-soled, black boots. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail and through the hole in the back of her black, John Cena trucker hat. She smiled, her voice was laced with a slight Southern accent, "Ya know? I love this, just hangin' out with my two buds, and gettin' drunk beyond words." Heather nodded in agreement as she swallowed a drink from her margarita. She was pretty well drunk, even though she was just old enough to drink. Her brown hair was streaked with golden highlights and fell down past her shoulders. She was wearing a Good Charlotte t-shirt with dark blue denim flares. "There's something I love more though." "Brock Lesnar," Amanda put in. At 23, she was the oldest of the group. She had sparkling blue/green eyes and her blondish brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail. She was wearing a black, Metallica t-shirt with normal denim flares. Raechel started laughing at Amanda's input, "That bitch ass neanderthal." Heather shot a harsh look at Raechel, "Hey!" Raechel started laughing even more, and Amanda joined in. Heather crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, "So what if he quit." Raechel cocked and eyebrow at Heather, "Wait, Amanda, is she NOT the same person that said she wanted to slap him because he quit?" Amanda nodded in agreement, "I believe you're right Rae." Raechel smiled at Heather, "It's okay chica, he's still one of my faves, but he's not up there with Undertaker, and," "John Cena," Heather and Amanda said in unison. Raechel laughed and nodded, "He ain't gotta force ME to feel him." All three of them laughed at Rae's reference to Cena's entrance theme. Raechel looked over at Amanda with a grin, "Well, come on Amanda, tell us how great Randy is." Amanda laughed and shook her head.
The three of them had carried on their conversation about wrestling, like they always did. Talking about their favorite guys and how hot they were. Finally, their conversation to a normal turn, "I would love to have those guys," Amanda said with a heavy sigh. Raechel smirked, "We could kidnap them." Heather shook her head, "Rae, we always say that, but it never happens." Raechel grinned and leaned on the table, "I'm serious, we could do it. All three of us are smart, and I've already got a plan." Heather and Amanda looked at each other, then at Raechel. Heather nodded, "Alright." Amanda sighed, "Rae, you do realize that it's illegal." Raechel smiled and nodded, "Yeah, well, we'll see about that later." Amanda shook her head and then sighed, "Alright, what's your plan?" Raechel smirked deviously, which cause Heather and Amanda to worry a little.
Author's Note: What do you think? The three of them are actually thinking about an idea on how to kidnap the guys. Review, and let me know what you think.
Warning - Rated R for use of language
Copyright - I do not own anyone, except Raechel. Heather and Amanda belong to themselves, although I'm sure all three of us would give ourselves over to the guys we LOVE without a second thought. The wrestlers belong to the WWE.
Chapter 1: Drunken Conversations
*Big Pecker's Bar & Grill in Ocean City, MD*
The trio sat around a table, each with their own drink in front of them. Raechel was drinking rum and Coke, with LOTS of rum, since they sat down. Her dark brown eyes were glazed and tired looking. She wore a John Cena t-shirt, the old school, baseball shirt to be exact, with a pair of black flares and thick-soled, black boots. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail and through the hole in the back of her black, John Cena trucker hat. She smiled, her voice was laced with a slight Southern accent, "Ya know? I love this, just hangin' out with my two buds, and gettin' drunk beyond words." Heather nodded in agreement as she swallowed a drink from her margarita. She was pretty well drunk, even though she was just old enough to drink. Her brown hair was streaked with golden highlights and fell down past her shoulders. She was wearing a Good Charlotte t-shirt with dark blue denim flares. "There's something I love more though." "Brock Lesnar," Amanda put in. At 23, she was the oldest of the group. She had sparkling blue/green eyes and her blondish brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail. She was wearing a black, Metallica t-shirt with normal denim flares. Raechel started laughing at Amanda's input, "That bitch ass neanderthal." Heather shot a harsh look at Raechel, "Hey!" Raechel started laughing even more, and Amanda joined in. Heather crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, "So what if he quit." Raechel cocked and eyebrow at Heather, "Wait, Amanda, is she NOT the same person that said she wanted to slap him because he quit?" Amanda nodded in agreement, "I believe you're right Rae." Raechel smiled at Heather, "It's okay chica, he's still one of my faves, but he's not up there with Undertaker, and," "John Cena," Heather and Amanda said in unison. Raechel laughed and nodded, "He ain't gotta force ME to feel him." All three of them laughed at Rae's reference to Cena's entrance theme. Raechel looked over at Amanda with a grin, "Well, come on Amanda, tell us how great Randy is." Amanda laughed and shook her head.
The three of them had carried on their conversation about wrestling, like they always did. Talking about their favorite guys and how hot they were. Finally, their conversation to a normal turn, "I would love to have those guys," Amanda said with a heavy sigh. Raechel smirked, "We could kidnap them." Heather shook her head, "Rae, we always say that, but it never happens." Raechel grinned and leaned on the table, "I'm serious, we could do it. All three of us are smart, and I've already got a plan." Heather and Amanda looked at each other, then at Raechel. Heather nodded, "Alright." Amanda sighed, "Rae, you do realize that it's illegal." Raechel smiled and nodded, "Yeah, well, we'll see about that later." Amanda shook her head and then sighed, "Alright, what's your plan?" Raechel smirked deviously, which cause Heather and Amanda to worry a little.
Author's Note: What do you think? The three of them are actually thinking about an idea on how to kidnap the guys. Review, and let me know what you think.