Part 14
They woke and decided to head out.They didn't have anywhere to go really, but it seemed stupid to stay there with the black and white around. So Torrie, Stacy and Francine climbed into the Hummer while Kimberly, Sunny, and Trish rode in the Limo. The night came when they were outside ofa small town in Alabama. They decided to sign into a Motel, but only get one double room, and to hide the Limo as to not be so flamboyant. They parked the Hummer in the back lot in front of their room's door. They had told the clerk there were only two of them, and they signed under false names. Trish decided to get a shower, so the others lounged around and watched Sunday Night Heat. A match had just ended, and Chyna and Nicole Bass made their way to the ring. "Francine! You wanna rematch for the title?" she asked, holding up the Hardcore Women's Belt. "I don't think we did enough damage to you last time!" Francine sat on the edge of the bed, glaring at the old, black and white television. She absent mindedly fingered her long dark hair, Something she often did when she was deep in thought. "Don't listen to her Francine." Sais Sunny, misunderstanding the look on Francine's face. "No...this might be my chance..."she said. Chyna, on the T.V., cotinued. "Well, Hardcore Princess? Queen of Extreme?" she said mockingly, "I offer you a rematch! A weapons match. In a cage. And, it will be a handicap match! So what do you say? Are we gonna make it a match for BackLash?" and with that she threw down the mic and walked away from the ring. "Your not actually thinking about doing it. Are you?" asked Kimberly, sitting on the floor next to Francine. "Sure I am. It is a weapons match, and thats about the only way I could beat em both." Said Francine. "I want some pay back back for last time." "FRANCINE!" yelled Sunny. "What are you on?! They'll destroy you!" "Not this time. I got a plan." answered Francine. Right away Francine went to the phone and called the WWF office and told that she was going to accept the match, despite the pleas from her conpanions.
Part 15
It was the nigth of Back Lash. Francine walked down the ramp. She wore a tight pair of blue jeans and a dark red nWo shirt with black lettering. Her arms had white tape wrapped around them, exposing only her fingers. Sunny walked along side her, wearing much the same outfit, only without the tape, and the colors of teh shirt reversed. "You ready for this?" she asked. "Yeah, I think so." said Francine, and she walked through the cage's door. Chyna and Nicole Bass were already there. As soon as Francine was in the ring the door was shut and locked. "we're gonna humiliate you bitch!" said Chyna, as the bell rang. She began to walk forward, picking up a chair from the many weapons lying about the ring. Bass paced the ring, glaring, but not advancing. Chyna walked to Francine who was standing confidently, hands at her side. Chyna raised the chair over her head, but Francine caught her with a left uppercut before she could swing. Chyna reeled, dropped the chair, looked at Francine in confusion, and fell, unconscious. Francine raisedher left arm into the air in triumph. Nicole Bass, totally taken off guard, screamed "How'd you do that you little slut?!" "Power of the punch, he-bitch." said Francine calmly. Nicole Bass picked up a chair and threw it at Francine, but Francine ducked and ran towards the mammoth. Francine slipped under Bass's heavy right hook, and then punched her in the chin with the brass knuckles hidden under the tape on her hands. Bass stepped back, dazed. Francine ran to the corner of the ring, grabbing a chair on the way. She jumped on the top turnbuckle, and jumped back, preforming a back flip. She tucked up her legs and manuvered the chair under her feet, and when she was level with Bass, she extended into a dropkick with the chair in between, smashing into Nicole's face. She flew backwards and down. "Oh my God!" screamed Sunny from the outside. "You just did a back flip H.C. Bomb! Holy Crap!" Francine, minorly hurt from her move, crawled to where Bass was lying. She rolled over and leaned her shoulders on the giant. 1...2...3!!!!DINGDING. The door to the cage was opened, and Sunny ran in with Francine's newly acquired belt. She picked up her friend and huged her. "Great job Francine!" she said. After the embrace Francine held the belt high over her head and fell to her knees. Sunny pointed at her in the infamous two handed nWo way. Francine had done it. All the female belts were now on nWo members.
They woke and decided to head out.They didn't have anywhere to go really, but it seemed stupid to stay there with the black and white around. So Torrie, Stacy and Francine climbed into the Hummer while Kimberly, Sunny, and Trish rode in the Limo. The night came when they were outside ofa small town in Alabama. They decided to sign into a Motel, but only get one double room, and to hide the Limo as to not be so flamboyant. They parked the Hummer in the back lot in front of their room's door. They had told the clerk there were only two of them, and they signed under false names. Trish decided to get a shower, so the others lounged around and watched Sunday Night Heat. A match had just ended, and Chyna and Nicole Bass made their way to the ring. "Francine! You wanna rematch for the title?" she asked, holding up the Hardcore Women's Belt. "I don't think we did enough damage to you last time!" Francine sat on the edge of the bed, glaring at the old, black and white television. She absent mindedly fingered her long dark hair, Something she often did when she was deep in thought. "Don't listen to her Francine." Sais Sunny, misunderstanding the look on Francine's face. "No...this might be my chance..."she said. Chyna, on the T.V., cotinued. "Well, Hardcore Princess? Queen of Extreme?" she said mockingly, "I offer you a rematch! A weapons match. In a cage. And, it will be a handicap match! So what do you say? Are we gonna make it a match for BackLash?" and with that she threw down the mic and walked away from the ring. "Your not actually thinking about doing it. Are you?" asked Kimberly, sitting on the floor next to Francine. "Sure I am. It is a weapons match, and thats about the only way I could beat em both." Said Francine. "I want some pay back back for last time." "FRANCINE!" yelled Sunny. "What are you on?! They'll destroy you!" "Not this time. I got a plan." answered Francine. Right away Francine went to the phone and called the WWF office and told that she was going to accept the match, despite the pleas from her conpanions.
Part 15
It was the nigth of Back Lash. Francine walked down the ramp. She wore a tight pair of blue jeans and a dark red nWo shirt with black lettering. Her arms had white tape wrapped around them, exposing only her fingers. Sunny walked along side her, wearing much the same outfit, only without the tape, and the colors of teh shirt reversed. "You ready for this?" she asked. "Yeah, I think so." said Francine, and she walked through the cage's door. Chyna and Nicole Bass were already there. As soon as Francine was in the ring the door was shut and locked. "we're gonna humiliate you bitch!" said Chyna, as the bell rang. She began to walk forward, picking up a chair from the many weapons lying about the ring. Bass paced the ring, glaring, but not advancing. Chyna walked to Francine who was standing confidently, hands at her side. Chyna raised the chair over her head, but Francine caught her with a left uppercut before she could swing. Chyna reeled, dropped the chair, looked at Francine in confusion, and fell, unconscious. Francine raisedher left arm into the air in triumph. Nicole Bass, totally taken off guard, screamed "How'd you do that you little slut?!" "Power of the punch, he-bitch." said Francine calmly. Nicole Bass picked up a chair and threw it at Francine, but Francine ducked and ran towards the mammoth. Francine slipped under Bass's heavy right hook, and then punched her in the chin with the brass knuckles hidden under the tape on her hands. Bass stepped back, dazed. Francine ran to the corner of the ring, grabbing a chair on the way. She jumped on the top turnbuckle, and jumped back, preforming a back flip. She tucked up her legs and manuvered the chair under her feet, and when she was level with Bass, she extended into a dropkick with the chair in between, smashing into Nicole's face. She flew backwards and down. "Oh my God!" screamed Sunny from the outside. "You just did a back flip H.C. Bomb! Holy Crap!" Francine, minorly hurt from her move, crawled to where Bass was lying. She rolled over and leaned her shoulders on the giant. 1...2...3!!!!DINGDING. The door to the cage was opened, and Sunny ran in with Francine's newly acquired belt. She picked up her friend and huged her. "Great job Francine!" she said. After the embrace Francine held the belt high over her head and fell to her knees. Sunny pointed at her in the infamous two handed nWo way. Francine had done it. All the female belts were now on nWo members.