Here's the ten next prompts. I still own nothing, you still sue no one. All other messages from the first chapter still apply.


11-20

11. Swimsuit/Bikini (131 words, Eric Young, Kevin Nash, Scott Hall)

"You're not allowed to laugh at me." Kevin smiled at the sound of Eric's gravelly voice; it was very deceiving, hearing such a voice speak as innocently as Eric Young did.

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"E, that's ridiculous."

"Just promise."

Kevin sighed. "Alright. Alright." It could be worse; after all, Kevin was used to working with divas and drama queens. Dealing with Eric Young was a cakewalk in comparison. And that's why he wa so fond of the younger man; he was a breath of fresh air. "Let me see you, E."

Eric open the door to the bathroom, smiling sheepishly in his two piece SpongeBob bikini. "So? What do you think?"

Meanwhile, Scott Hall carefully kept his giggles in behind the couch as he taped the scene. He knew this would be gold, no matter how Kevin reacted.

12. Cowgirl (156 words, Robert Roode, James Storm)

Robert Roode lay on his stomach, naked and grunting in frustration, testing the ropes that held his hands and feet together right over his ass. He could hardly move them; that bitch did a fine job of pulling the wool over his eyes. It was just supposed to be take the cowgirl back, get the pigtailed cutie to suck him off, maybe even get him to bend over for him.

And he got all that, sure enough, but now he was watching the bitch count his money. From his wallet. After pocketing his jewelery.

"Well, gotta admit, they don't usually cook my clam up like that." James stood up, grabbing one of the fifties in Robert's wallet and tossing it at his tied up body. "Get yerself somethin' nice. You know, whenever they find n'untie ya."

"I'm gonna get you, bitch."

"Well see 'bout that." James closed Robert's wallet, putting it in his pocket before walking out the door.

13. Witch (185 words, Christopher Daniels, AJ Styles)

Brown eyes bore down on blue, waiting for an answer. AJ's eyes went down to the tattoo of a ankh, visible above the neckline of the dark dress. In a way, it was fitting; he could be the key to everything AJ ever wanted. But he knew this could also be dangerous; he had no idea who the witch was or what he could do. In the end, desperation won out, and he found himself in the presense of the witch Christopher Daniels.

"Well?" He said, his silky voice invading AJ's senses. AJ blinked; he remembered he couldn't just stand around thinking. He was here. It was now. He had to make a choice.

"Yes," AJ said, "Yes. I'll do it."

Suddenly, without warning, AJ found his body against Chris'. A hand was against his hip and the other was against his back. "You understand, right? I'll give you what you want... but first, you need to give me what I want."

AJ gulped, the closeness near suffocating. He closed his eyes, reflecting on what he was about to do, before nodding. "Yes. I understand. And I agree."

14. Kitty (173 words, Jeff Jarrett, Raven)

"Hey there, kitty man." Jarrett rolled his eyes, grabbing the ears that were placed on his head and immediately tossing them off. Leave it to Raven to bring that up again.

"Your kid doesn't even call me that any more."

"Yeah well, I still remember because you gave me that terrible image of Mick wearing that outfit, so..." Raven smirked, "I prefer to remember how cute you looked with that tail on." He patted his shoulder. "Thank you for pinning Mick."

All the abuse Jarrett got from Bischoff was so close to being Mick's. But no. Jarrett had to pin Foley, get him fired, and be left with the bag. And the cat ears. And every other embarrassing thing Bischoff made him do and say. He had his reasons for sticking with it, but sometimes he wondered if it would be better to stab Bischoff in his sleep.

If he thought he could get away with it, it would've happened.

"Hey Rae?"

"Yeah?"

Jarrett grabbed the ears, showing them on Raven's head. "You make a cuter kitty than Mick too."

15. Mermaid (175 words, Christian, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Edge)

"A pirate's life is a life for me!"

"Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!" Christian and Jeff slapped their glasses together, downing the rum. Jeff had built a pirate ship out of cardboard, and soon he had Christian, Adam, and Matt all over his house, ready to play pirates. Matt was reluctantly in his pirate outfit, only deciding to cooperate when promised a parrot. Christian was all for it, already stoned out of his mind, was well into the game and was even going by the name Captain Crunch.

"Will you untie me?" Adam screamed. All three men looked to the front of the coardboard boat, to where Adam was tied to a makeshift mast. Jeff and Christian forced him into a clam bikini and a green skirt that looked a lot like a pair of fins.

"Every ship needs a mermaid on the mast," Jeff shouted.

"That means no, fool!" Christian added, grinning.

Matt just drank his rum quietly, a big smirk on his face. No better way to spend a Saturday than with your idiots.

16. Flight attendant (88 words, CM Punk, Stone Cold Steve Austen)

"Excuse me," Steve Austen tapped the arm of the passing flight attendant, smiling up at him. "Can I get a beer over here?" The flight attendant shook his head and tsked, making Austen's eyes narrow. For a moment, the attendant just stared at him, so he finally said, "Did you understand?"

"Oh yeah, I'm not addled by intoxication." Phil rolled his eyes. "This is a straightedge flight. We don't serve alcohol here."

"What?"

"We don't serve alcohol on this flight," Phil said, smiling smugly, "Can I get you a soda instead?"

17. Just an apron (119 words, Christian, Matt Hardy)

Christian moved around the kitchen gingerly, moving between flipping pancakes and frying eggs. He whistled some silly song as he did, wearing nothing but an apron to protect his best friends from any possible sizzle that could land on his body.

"Mmm. What's that smell?" Matt Hardy sat at the table, smiling at his good friend's back. It was completely bare; he couldn't help but stare at Christian's butt.

"Breakfast," Christian called back, "I usually cook for my friends after I fuck them sideways."

"Is that so?" Matt asked, "Well then... do you know what I do to friends who feed me?"

"Let me hear it."

Matt grinned, watching his ass. "I fuck them sideways."

"Well, I'm gonna have to cook a lot, aren't I?"

18. Goddess (204 words, Chris Jericho, Edge, Jeff Hardy)

Chris sat on the golden throne, his pure white dress clinging to his body as he watched the humans below. A young, blonde male was swimming in the lake, wearing nothing but his underwear. Not too far off, a younger male, this time with the colors of the rainbow streaking his blond locks, was drawing a picture of the landscape, entranced by the natural beauty of the outdoors.

Chris stood up, bored with the tranquil scene. He focused on the younger one, making him turn his eyes to the blonde in the water. He whispered words about the strength in the blonde's body, the way the sun touched his tanned back as he swam. Soon, the mortal was completely entranced with the man in front of him, and he began drawing him instead of the trees.

As the man got out of the water, Chris called his attention to his own reflection. The blonde male leaned down, smiling flirtaciously at his image in the lake. By the time Chris was done, the younger would kill to have the elder for his own, and the elder would kill to make his reflection his own.

"Dance mortals, dance. Dance for me," he whispered, prepared to see the scene unfold.

19. Cheerleader (161 words, Chris Sabin, AJ Styles, Alex Shelley)

"You need to lay off the donuts," AJ hissed, holding onto Chris' leg as best as possible. Alex Shelley held the other leg, making a small pyramid in the school gym.

"Don't drop me, bitches," Chris hissed, holding his arms up in a v shape.

"Then lose weight, fatass!" Alex shouted up.

"Hey, I'm not fat you buttfucking... whoa!" Alex let go of Chris' leg, sending him crashing into AJ. They fell to the ground, AJ groaning when Chris' butt forced his head into the ground. Chris rolled off of AJ, glaring up at Alex. "What's your damage?"

"I don't fuck butts," Alex said, sticking up the middle finger. He studied the scene, Chris on his knees, AJ still on the ground, legs spread and near motionless. He could clearly see the blue lace underwear beneath his skirt. "Nice panties, Styles"

AJ automatically shut his legs, shaking his head as he sat up. There was no way in hell they'd be ready for Saturday's game.

20. Lolita (124 words, Raven, Shawn Michaels, John Morrison)

Scott always looked like he was typing on his laptop. No matter what, when he was in the living room, he always looked preoccupied with his writing. He didn't want to scare Shawn, who could, at any time, kick him out of the house. And he definitely didn't want to scare Shawn's child, John.

He wasn't really typing anything. He was watching the beautiful teenager, delighting in every smile and laugh he shared with his friends (who weren't important in the least to the writer). He'd do anything to be near John, just to watch him and quietly adore him and that smile.

He looked down at his fingers, the gold band glistening against the black keys. Indeed, he did anything. Even marrying his nymphet's mother.