Part 7
Vince McMahon sat behind a large wooden desk in his office. Pat Paterson and Gerald Briscoe sat in two chairs in front of the desk. "What do you think we should about this n.W.o. ReD nonsense?" asked Briscoe. "Well" said Vince " If I get a couple of guys to beat em' up it'll look horrible for me. No. No, we can't do that." Vince sat and pondered for a moment. "Why don't you get some girls to beat em up boss?" asked Paterson. "Don't interrupt me when I'm thinking!" yelled Vince. "Wait. What did you say?" "Get a couple of girls to beat em up." said Paterson. "That's a great idea!" screamed Vince. "But the Divas here won't be able to do it alone. No,no. We'll bring in everyone! Every girl you can think of! Major Gunns, Beulah McGillicutty, the Kat, Sable, Kimberly Page and all the Nitro Girls, Gorgeous George, Barbera Bush, Everybody! I'll even get the big girls, Chyna and Nicole Bass!" "Can you afford this, boss?" asked Paterson. "Of course I can idiot! I'm Vince McMahon! I'll put a huge bounty on all those little n.W.o. bitches!" Vince turned and looked at his two employees. "Well, what are you waiting for? Bring me my army!" "Yes Sir." They both said as they ran out of the room. Vince began to laugh, "No one defies Vince McMahon!"
Part 8
The Red Hummer with tinted windows sped down the freeway. "All this driving is driving me nuts!" yelled Sunny. She was wearing a n.W.o. shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of jeans that were cut of at the knees. "Calm down, we're almost there." Said Torrie, who was driving. She found it very warm, even with just a white n.W.o. shirt with red letters, and a short skirt on, and Sunny was getting on her nerves with the constant complaining. Francine just looked out the window and watched the changing scenery. The Sex Pistols were blaring on the stereo, and she was in a good mood. She was wearing a red dress with knee high black boots that had the n.W.o. logo on them. Sunny, out of boredom, kicked Francine playfully in the stomach. "Ouch!" Francine yelled. "You Bitch!" and with that she jumped on top of Sunny and began to wrestle. "HEY!" Yelled Torrie when Sunny's knee hit her seat. Francine burst into laughter as Sunny hit Torrie in the back of the head and they swerved over the road. "Your so dead." Was all she could say to Sunny, because she was starting to giggle, but didn't want the others to notice. The rest of the day passed uneventful, until about 6:30, when they came to Texas. They got something to eat at a Wendy's, where Trish and Stacy joined them. Stacy wore red leather pants and an n.W.o. shirt, and Trish wore black leather pants, and n.W.o. shirt, and a long red leather jacket. Trish had a match tonight for the women's championship belt against Jazz, and was really excited about it. Finally RAW came, and then her match. All five of them went out. Jazz was already in the ring, looking meaner than ever. Trish climbed into the ring, took off her jacket, and raised her arms into the air. She turned her back for a moment, and Jazz was on top of her, hitting her. Suddenly a cage dropped onto the ring, blocking out her friends. Before Francine and the others had time to understand what was going on, six people were on top of them hitting them. Meanwhile, inside the cage, Jazz was kicking Trish in the stomach. Then she picked her up, and gave her a vicious power bomb. "You going down, ho!" Jazz screamed. She grabbed Trish by the hair and picked her up, with a yelp of pain from Trish. Jazz racked her eyes, "shut up bitch," and threw he into the cage's wall. Trish lies on the mat in pain, almost passed out, and Jazz kicks her hard in the ribs. Outside, its not much better. The six had split up and has divided up the members of the ReD. Torrie, who had just been thrown through the announcer's table, looks up at her attackers. It's AC and Chae, from the Nitro Girls. Blood is running down her face. She grabs the leg of a chair a waits her chance. AC bends over Torrie in mock concern, and gets the chair in her face. Chea, by Torrie's feet, gets kicked in the groin, and when she's bent over, gets the chair in the head. Torrie jumps up, and grabs AC and does her signature move on her, the END ALL (all moves will be on my web page soon). "Stupid whore," says Torrie "a Nitro Girl will never be able to beat a member of the n.W.o. ReD!" Stacy, after the initial attack, climbed the cage. But is soon pursued. She stands at the edge of the cage, holding her ribs, while Spice walks towards her. "The Spice Girls!?" laughed Stacy. "Nitro Girls, Bitch." Yelled Spice, running at Stacy. 'Ok Stacy, time to prove your worth. You can do this' she thought to herself. Spice was almost upon her when Stacy jumped, on to Spice's left shoulder. Then she swung down. She preformed her move, the Cougar Neck Breaker off the top of the cage, and sent both of them through the Mexican Announcer's table. Francine had the least amount of trouble. Her attacker was Kimberly Page, but it seemed that after one punch she went down. She couldn't understand it, but she didn't have time to think. She grabbed a chair and ran to where Sunny was being attacked by Fyre and Whisper. Francine jumped up on to the railing, ran, jumped off and put the chair in under her feet and did a dropkick, performing her move, the H.C. Bomb on Whisper. Fyre was distracted for a second, but that was all Sunny needed. Up came the Sun Rise Kick, one of two of Sunny's Super kicks. The Red Headed Fyre flew back, and didn't get back up. Just then the two looked up to she Stacy doing her Cougar Neck Breaker of the Cage. "Oh my God." they both said, and ran over to the Mexican Announcer's table. "Stacy!" said Sunny "Are you ok?!" "Never better." said Stacy, sitting up "can you help me stand please." "Sure." said Francine, and Stacy put an arm around her neck and she helped her walk. Inside the ring Trish was being beaten bad. Jazz was so confident that she turned her back on her to raise her arms in glory. Bad move. Trish jumped in front of her on to the top rope, facing away from Jazz. Then she Back flipped off over Jazz, and as she came to her feet she grabbed Jazz around the waist and put her in a back suplex. Then, still holding her, Trish rolled over her onto her feet and did another back suplex, then the roll over, and the suplex, but this time she let go, and Jazz flew backwards and headfirst into the steel cage. She bounced off life-less. This was Trish's signature move Triple X. Trish pined her. "1.2.3" DING DING. The ref put the belt in Trish's hand as Trish sat in the corner of the ring. The other girls ran in(Stacy assisted by Francine), and they grabbed Trish and they all hugged. Torrie and Sunny hoisted Trish onto their shoulders, and Trish, beaten and bloody, held the belt high over her head.
Vince McMahon sat behind a large wooden desk in his office. Pat Paterson and Gerald Briscoe sat in two chairs in front of the desk. "What do you think we should about this n.W.o. ReD nonsense?" asked Briscoe. "Well" said Vince " If I get a couple of guys to beat em' up it'll look horrible for me. No. No, we can't do that." Vince sat and pondered for a moment. "Why don't you get some girls to beat em up boss?" asked Paterson. "Don't interrupt me when I'm thinking!" yelled Vince. "Wait. What did you say?" "Get a couple of girls to beat em up." said Paterson. "That's a great idea!" screamed Vince. "But the Divas here won't be able to do it alone. No,no. We'll bring in everyone! Every girl you can think of! Major Gunns, Beulah McGillicutty, the Kat, Sable, Kimberly Page and all the Nitro Girls, Gorgeous George, Barbera Bush, Everybody! I'll even get the big girls, Chyna and Nicole Bass!" "Can you afford this, boss?" asked Paterson. "Of course I can idiot! I'm Vince McMahon! I'll put a huge bounty on all those little n.W.o. bitches!" Vince turned and looked at his two employees. "Well, what are you waiting for? Bring me my army!" "Yes Sir." They both said as they ran out of the room. Vince began to laugh, "No one defies Vince McMahon!"
Part 8
The Red Hummer with tinted windows sped down the freeway. "All this driving is driving me nuts!" yelled Sunny. She was wearing a n.W.o. shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of jeans that were cut of at the knees. "Calm down, we're almost there." Said Torrie, who was driving. She found it very warm, even with just a white n.W.o. shirt with red letters, and a short skirt on, and Sunny was getting on her nerves with the constant complaining. Francine just looked out the window and watched the changing scenery. The Sex Pistols were blaring on the stereo, and she was in a good mood. She was wearing a red dress with knee high black boots that had the n.W.o. logo on them. Sunny, out of boredom, kicked Francine playfully in the stomach. "Ouch!" Francine yelled. "You Bitch!" and with that she jumped on top of Sunny and began to wrestle. "HEY!" Yelled Torrie when Sunny's knee hit her seat. Francine burst into laughter as Sunny hit Torrie in the back of the head and they swerved over the road. "Your so dead." Was all she could say to Sunny, because she was starting to giggle, but didn't want the others to notice. The rest of the day passed uneventful, until about 6:30, when they came to Texas. They got something to eat at a Wendy's, where Trish and Stacy joined them. Stacy wore red leather pants and an n.W.o. shirt, and Trish wore black leather pants, and n.W.o. shirt, and a long red leather jacket. Trish had a match tonight for the women's championship belt against Jazz, and was really excited about it. Finally RAW came, and then her match. All five of them went out. Jazz was already in the ring, looking meaner than ever. Trish climbed into the ring, took off her jacket, and raised her arms into the air. She turned her back for a moment, and Jazz was on top of her, hitting her. Suddenly a cage dropped onto the ring, blocking out her friends. Before Francine and the others had time to understand what was going on, six people were on top of them hitting them. Meanwhile, inside the cage, Jazz was kicking Trish in the stomach. Then she picked her up, and gave her a vicious power bomb. "You going down, ho!" Jazz screamed. She grabbed Trish by the hair and picked her up, with a yelp of pain from Trish. Jazz racked her eyes, "shut up bitch," and threw he into the cage's wall. Trish lies on the mat in pain, almost passed out, and Jazz kicks her hard in the ribs. Outside, its not much better. The six had split up and has divided up the members of the ReD. Torrie, who had just been thrown through the announcer's table, looks up at her attackers. It's AC and Chae, from the Nitro Girls. Blood is running down her face. She grabs the leg of a chair a waits her chance. AC bends over Torrie in mock concern, and gets the chair in her face. Chea, by Torrie's feet, gets kicked in the groin, and when she's bent over, gets the chair in the head. Torrie jumps up, and grabs AC and does her signature move on her, the END ALL (all moves will be on my web page soon). "Stupid whore," says Torrie "a Nitro Girl will never be able to beat a member of the n.W.o. ReD!" Stacy, after the initial attack, climbed the cage. But is soon pursued. She stands at the edge of the cage, holding her ribs, while Spice walks towards her. "The Spice Girls!?" laughed Stacy. "Nitro Girls, Bitch." Yelled Spice, running at Stacy. 'Ok Stacy, time to prove your worth. You can do this' she thought to herself. Spice was almost upon her when Stacy jumped, on to Spice's left shoulder. Then she swung down. She preformed her move, the Cougar Neck Breaker off the top of the cage, and sent both of them through the Mexican Announcer's table. Francine had the least amount of trouble. Her attacker was Kimberly Page, but it seemed that after one punch she went down. She couldn't understand it, but she didn't have time to think. She grabbed a chair and ran to where Sunny was being attacked by Fyre and Whisper. Francine jumped up on to the railing, ran, jumped off and put the chair in under her feet and did a dropkick, performing her move, the H.C. Bomb on Whisper. Fyre was distracted for a second, but that was all Sunny needed. Up came the Sun Rise Kick, one of two of Sunny's Super kicks. The Red Headed Fyre flew back, and didn't get back up. Just then the two looked up to she Stacy doing her Cougar Neck Breaker of the Cage. "Oh my God." they both said, and ran over to the Mexican Announcer's table. "Stacy!" said Sunny "Are you ok?!" "Never better." said Stacy, sitting up "can you help me stand please." "Sure." said Francine, and Stacy put an arm around her neck and she helped her walk. Inside the ring Trish was being beaten bad. Jazz was so confident that she turned her back on her to raise her arms in glory. Bad move. Trish jumped in front of her on to the top rope, facing away from Jazz. Then she Back flipped off over Jazz, and as she came to her feet she grabbed Jazz around the waist and put her in a back suplex. Then, still holding her, Trish rolled over her onto her feet and did another back suplex, then the roll over, and the suplex, but this time she let go, and Jazz flew backwards and headfirst into the steel cage. She bounced off life-less. This was Trish's signature move Triple X. Trish pined her. "1.2.3" DING DING. The ref put the belt in Trish's hand as Trish sat in the corner of the ring. The other girls ran in(Stacy assisted by Francine), and they grabbed Trish and they all hugged. Torrie and Sunny hoisted Trish onto their shoulders, and Trish, beaten and bloody, held the belt high over her head.