Play By Our Own Rules
By WWFDivaGirl (Aided and abetted a little bit by the cool Miss Calysto!)
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Disclaimer: Don't own anybody, except Rachel and Skye. Please don't sue me. I'm broke. *sniff*sniff* I have no money.…
**These are actions in promos**
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"And, heading to the ring, being accompanied by Rachel and Skye, weighing in at 260 lbs, The Godfather!"
The crowd cheered as Godfather headed towards the ring, being accompanied by the two new Divas. The crowd cheered at Rachel and Skye, as they headed towards the ring, smiling and waving. When they got in the ring, Lance Storm's music started, and the crowd started to hiss and boo.
"And, heading towards the ring, weighing in at 240 lbs, Lance Storm!"
As Lance got in the ring, Rachel and Skye got out, and stood at the side, cheering on Godfather. The match started out good, with heavy hitting, fast action style, but Lance knocked out the referee when he was going for a clothesline and The Godfather ducked out of the way. As the referee was lying on the ground, Christian cane from the crowd, and started double- teaming Godfather.
"Come, on Godfather!" yelled Skye, looking worried, but not doing anything. This was Rachel's cue, and she ran over and got a chair. She slipped into the ring and crashed the chair down on Christian's head, and he got knocked out immediately. Rachel kicked Christian out of the ring, and she threw the chair away. Before she could gracefully roll out of the way, Lance had got a handful of Rachel's hair, and instead of screaming, panicked, she kicked Lance in the stomach with a back kick, then turned around and gave Lance a vicious punch on his cheek. Lance fell down, and Rachel rolled out of the ring, and yelled at the referee to get up. Which he did.
Godfather pulled Storm up, and pulled the Canadian into a powerful power- bomb, and went for the pin. The referee counted, and the people joined in.
"One! Two! Three!"
Skye and Rachel started cheering in the ring, and climbed onto the ring apron, then climbed carefully into the ring. The Godfather started dancing with Rachel and Skye, and they left for backstage, rejoicing at the success of their first business opportunity.
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"Will you look at that?" said Bradshaw, watching the retreating girls.
"Yeah, I know." Said Faarooq. "Them girls have got fine asses."
"No, you idiot, they're taking away our business!" said Bradshaw.
"I dunno, but I don't think Godfather would want us dancing for him."
"But did you see what that... Rachel did? She's a fighter, and she's on our turf. We need to go speak to them young ladies, and tell them just how things are run in the WWF. No floozy is taking my beer money"
"We do?" asked Faarooq, sipping beer.
"Hell Yeah" replied Bradshaw.
"Damn!"
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Rachel and Skye were in their locker room, reading their usual fashion magazines, when there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" called out Skye, in her usual flirty voice. When APA appeared she asked "Hi guys, we're BABE, you looking for an escort for the night?"
"No" said Bradshaw, at the moment Farrooq said "Yes"
"We also provide protection, and aid in splitting up couples." Said Rachel. "We'll fight women for you. Extra charges for less clothing."
"We're not here to get protection, Missy!" said Bradshaw. "We're here to tell you how things are run in the WWF."
"So very kind of you!" breathed Skye. "But not needed" she finished, hard.
"I think it is needed." Said Bradshaw. "You see, if anyone needs to buy anything here in the WWF, there's one place they stop off. And that's our business."
"You mean, you sell t-shirts?" asked Rachel, in mock surprise.
"No, we sell protection" said Faarooq. "We always have done, we always will do. No way some floozy is putting us out of business."
"You know, you're right." Said Rachel, and Skye started to protest, but Rachel cut in. "We're not some floozy, we're trained wrestlers. We do our thing, we earn us money, and we kick the crap out of guys like you."
"Guys like us?" asked Bradshaw.
"Guys that don't succumb to the 'Establishment of Beauty and Power', guys that look at women merely like trophies." She said. "Guys like Mr McMahon that give men so many opportunities to become a champion, yet give half the world one championship cos we were born with puppies and wear skirts!"
Bradshaw looked at Rachel, and said "It may be the Undertaker's yard, but we charge admission. You ain't gonna be selling any of your tickets in this company."
Skye laughed and looked at Bradshaw and Faarooq. "We'll be selling more tickets than you, I'd like to see you look sexy in a bikini competition!"
"Sorry, but we're closed. Come back next year!" said Rachel, pushing Faarooq out of the door, and shutting it in the APA's face.
"We're gonna win, Ray, I can tell." Said Skye.
"How?" asked Rachel
"We've got puppies!" she laughed.
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Next day, SmackDown! Day, they were going to have an actual match. It was going to be Skye fighting Stacey, in a very girly fight. Rachel would just have to prevent all rolling of her eyes, and try to look concerned for her best friend. Rachel may be a girl in body, but girl's matches made her fall asleep. She was actually, a hardcore girl, she fought with weapons, not slaps. But, still, each to their own she would say.
Skye had a match, her favourite style. She could pull off a women's match with a great air of naturalness, but she never understood why people groaned when girls got into the ring. Skye was a good performer, and could easily hold a good reign as Women's Champion, and she could hardly understand her best friend. Instead of going for impressive, Women's gold, she was much happier with a trashcan in her hand. No matter how many times Skye tried to persuade her friend that she would be laughed out of the hardcore division, Rachel insisted on chasing her dreams… the not-quite gold of the Hardcore Title.
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They were getting ready for their appearance that night when there was a knock at the door to their office/hotel suite/locker room. Skye opened the door, and a voice said "I need someone to do a little job for me."
That someone was Stacey Keibler.
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What does Stacey want? Will she join the "Establishment of Beauty and Power"? How will Skye do in her match? What will occur between the APA and BABE?
By WWFDivaGirl (Aided and abetted a little bit by the cool Miss Calysto!)
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Disclaimer: Don't own anybody, except Rachel and Skye. Please don't sue me. I'm broke. *sniff*sniff* I have no money.…
**These are actions in promos**
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"And, heading to the ring, being accompanied by Rachel and Skye, weighing in at 260 lbs, The Godfather!"
The crowd cheered as Godfather headed towards the ring, being accompanied by the two new Divas. The crowd cheered at Rachel and Skye, as they headed towards the ring, smiling and waving. When they got in the ring, Lance Storm's music started, and the crowd started to hiss and boo.
"And, heading towards the ring, weighing in at 240 lbs, Lance Storm!"
As Lance got in the ring, Rachel and Skye got out, and stood at the side, cheering on Godfather. The match started out good, with heavy hitting, fast action style, but Lance knocked out the referee when he was going for a clothesline and The Godfather ducked out of the way. As the referee was lying on the ground, Christian cane from the crowd, and started double- teaming Godfather.
"Come, on Godfather!" yelled Skye, looking worried, but not doing anything. This was Rachel's cue, and she ran over and got a chair. She slipped into the ring and crashed the chair down on Christian's head, and he got knocked out immediately. Rachel kicked Christian out of the ring, and she threw the chair away. Before she could gracefully roll out of the way, Lance had got a handful of Rachel's hair, and instead of screaming, panicked, she kicked Lance in the stomach with a back kick, then turned around and gave Lance a vicious punch on his cheek. Lance fell down, and Rachel rolled out of the ring, and yelled at the referee to get up. Which he did.
Godfather pulled Storm up, and pulled the Canadian into a powerful power- bomb, and went for the pin. The referee counted, and the people joined in.
"One! Two! Three!"
Skye and Rachel started cheering in the ring, and climbed onto the ring apron, then climbed carefully into the ring. The Godfather started dancing with Rachel and Skye, and they left for backstage, rejoicing at the success of their first business opportunity.
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"Will you look at that?" said Bradshaw, watching the retreating girls.
"Yeah, I know." Said Faarooq. "Them girls have got fine asses."
"No, you idiot, they're taking away our business!" said Bradshaw.
"I dunno, but I don't think Godfather would want us dancing for him."
"But did you see what that... Rachel did? She's a fighter, and she's on our turf. We need to go speak to them young ladies, and tell them just how things are run in the WWF. No floozy is taking my beer money"
"We do?" asked Faarooq, sipping beer.
"Hell Yeah" replied Bradshaw.
"Damn!"
******
Rachel and Skye were in their locker room, reading their usual fashion magazines, when there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" called out Skye, in her usual flirty voice. When APA appeared she asked "Hi guys, we're BABE, you looking for an escort for the night?"
"No" said Bradshaw, at the moment Farrooq said "Yes"
"We also provide protection, and aid in splitting up couples." Said Rachel. "We'll fight women for you. Extra charges for less clothing."
"We're not here to get protection, Missy!" said Bradshaw. "We're here to tell you how things are run in the WWF."
"So very kind of you!" breathed Skye. "But not needed" she finished, hard.
"I think it is needed." Said Bradshaw. "You see, if anyone needs to buy anything here in the WWF, there's one place they stop off. And that's our business."
"You mean, you sell t-shirts?" asked Rachel, in mock surprise.
"No, we sell protection" said Faarooq. "We always have done, we always will do. No way some floozy is putting us out of business."
"You know, you're right." Said Rachel, and Skye started to protest, but Rachel cut in. "We're not some floozy, we're trained wrestlers. We do our thing, we earn us money, and we kick the crap out of guys like you."
"Guys like us?" asked Bradshaw.
"Guys that don't succumb to the 'Establishment of Beauty and Power', guys that look at women merely like trophies." She said. "Guys like Mr McMahon that give men so many opportunities to become a champion, yet give half the world one championship cos we were born with puppies and wear skirts!"
Bradshaw looked at Rachel, and said "It may be the Undertaker's yard, but we charge admission. You ain't gonna be selling any of your tickets in this company."
Skye laughed and looked at Bradshaw and Faarooq. "We'll be selling more tickets than you, I'd like to see you look sexy in a bikini competition!"
"Sorry, but we're closed. Come back next year!" said Rachel, pushing Faarooq out of the door, and shutting it in the APA's face.
"We're gonna win, Ray, I can tell." Said Skye.
"How?" asked Rachel
"We've got puppies!" she laughed.
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Next day, SmackDown! Day, they were going to have an actual match. It was going to be Skye fighting Stacey, in a very girly fight. Rachel would just have to prevent all rolling of her eyes, and try to look concerned for her best friend. Rachel may be a girl in body, but girl's matches made her fall asleep. She was actually, a hardcore girl, she fought with weapons, not slaps. But, still, each to their own she would say.
Skye had a match, her favourite style. She could pull off a women's match with a great air of naturalness, but she never understood why people groaned when girls got into the ring. Skye was a good performer, and could easily hold a good reign as Women's Champion, and she could hardly understand her best friend. Instead of going for impressive, Women's gold, she was much happier with a trashcan in her hand. No matter how many times Skye tried to persuade her friend that she would be laughed out of the hardcore division, Rachel insisted on chasing her dreams… the not-quite gold of the Hardcore Title.
******
They were getting ready for their appearance that night when there was a knock at the door to their office/hotel suite/locker room. Skye opened the door, and a voice said "I need someone to do a little job for me."
That someone was Stacey Keibler.
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What does Stacey want? Will she join the "Establishment of Beauty and Power"? How will Skye do in her match? What will occur between the APA and BABE?