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*
**These are actions in promos**
A/N: RVD is currently Hardcore Champion in this. Sorry all you Maven fans, but I need RVD for a part of the story to actually work!
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"What do you want?" asked Skye, looking at Stacey.
"Aren't you going to let me in? I'm here to talk business." She said, grinning cockily.
"Aren't you always?" mumbled Skye. "What can we do for you?"
"Well, it's more what I can do for you." Said Stacey, grinning wickedly. "I have a proposition for you." The Duchess of Dudsleyville sat down on the extra chair at the magazine-ridden table.
"We're fine, thank you." Said Rachel, coolly. "We don't take help in any way. We climb our own way to the top."
"You haven't heard my proposition" Stacey said, smiling cockily at the girls. Skye sighed, and knew that this `proposition' wouldn't be one that they would really want to hear. But there was no harm in listening to her idea.
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Skye shook her head unbelievingly at Stacey, who sat back and smiled.
"What do you think, girls?" she asked.
"No chance!" said Rachel. "I'm not entering into it for ANY amount of money. You can definitely leave me out."
"Well, same for me." Said Skye.
"But... what..." started Keibler. "I mean, it's...."
"Totally not worth the hassle?" asked Skye, helpfully.
"Absolutely pointless?" Rachel asked.
"A really rubbish idea?" Skye added.
"Look, Stace, nothing personal, but no way will Skye win the Women's title and hand it over to you. We just don't work like that." Rachel said.
"You'll regret talking to me like that!" said Stacey, standing up angrily.
"Really? How? Last time I checked, you were looking for us to win you a title." She retorted.
"Just believe me, you will!" she said, stalking off, angry, leaving Rachel and Skye sitting and laughing at the ridiculous proposition.
"You better kick her ass tonight, Skye!" Rachel said to her friend. "Show her that we're a force to be reckoned with!"
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"And heading to the ring, being accompanied by Rachel, one half of BABE, Skye!"
Rachel and Skye strutted down the ramp, flashing blinding smiles and eyeing people flirtatiously on their way to the ring. Rachel had ripped, baggy black trousers and a tight fitting red top. Skye was wearing comfortable-fit denim coloured trousers and a pretend jeans-style tube top. Skye's hair was tied back, and Rachel's hair was loose, and they stood in the ring, awaiting the arrival of Stacey.
"And heading to the ring, being accompanied by D-Von Dudley, Stacey Keibler!"
Stacey approached the ring. She was wearing a tiny black skirt and a tiny Dudley Boys t-shirt. She looked, pouting, to the girls standing in the ring, and climbed up onto the ring apron. As Stacey got into the ring, Rachel got out.
Rachel gave Skye a thumbs-up, as Skye locked up with Stacey. Rachel cautiously eyed D-Von, she didn't want to have a surprise attack; she liked to be ready.
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As Skye and Stacey's match continued, Rachel started to feel more and more bored. She played the enthusiastic cheerleader, and did the usual flirty Diva bit, but in her mind, she was in a match with trashcans and chairs. The only thing that Rachel really thought about was D-Von's presence at ringside. She was used to fighting guys, but she wasn't really dressed to fight.
Stacey and Skye were having an all-out bitch fight. Stacey was angry that her proposition had been turned down, and Skye was angry that someone would even suggest the idea to her. Skye managed to knock Stacy down, and went for the pin just as D-Von climbed onto the ring apron, distracting the referee.
"Keep on Stacey!" yelled Rachel, running round to where D-Von was standing. She knew that Stacey loved doing surprise attacks when her opponent was distracted. Rachel reached where D-Von was standing.
She got hold of his ankle and dragged him off the ring apron. The Dudley Boy looked up at Rachel from where he was lying on the grown and sneered. A glint in his eyes told Rachel to watch out, and she dived to the left, and Bubba Ray appeared from behind where she had been standing. Bubba lost his footing, and stumbled, dropping an elbow on his brother accidentally.
Inside the ring, Skye and Stacey had been fighting, and Stacey looked about ready to finish Skye off. In her mind, Rachel was cursing at the Dudley's stupidity.
"Keibler!" Rachel called out, distracting her friend's opponent. Skye took this opportunity to pull Stacy into a Bulldog, and she went for the pin.
"1! 2! 3!" counted the referee.
"Yes! I did it! I won!" said Skye, bursting with happiness. Rachel climbed into the ring, and lifted up her friend's hand, a bright smile on her face. The girls headed backstage, smiling and laughing; Stacey Keibler's threat was meaningless.
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"That was an impressive match you pulled out there" a male voice called to the girls when they reached backstage. Rachel recognised it immediately as Chris Jericho, and sighed heavily. She couldn't be bothered with him massaging his ego right now. She wanted to go and celebrate.
"Thanks a lot, Chris." Rachel said, as he approached them. "Will you let us past now?"
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your delightful friend?" he asked.
"Starry, this is Chris Jericho. Chris, this is Skye." She said, and started to push past Chris. Skye didn't follow her, however, and simply looked at Chris with a joyful smile on her face.
"I'm Skye!" she said, breathlessly, eyeing the titles that Chris was holding. Did he never go anywhere without them?! "So pleased to meet you!"
Rachel sighed and headed back to the locker room.
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Rachel sat and flicked through one of the magazines, alone. When the door creaked open, she didn't look up, and continued reading. Skye had been a whole ten minutes chatting to the jerk, and she was reading a really interesting article about mascara, anyway.
"Hi." The person said, and Rachel jumped a metre. The voice was MALE! She looked up, and caught sight of a man with a belt around him right shoulder. She eyed the belt, and turned to look at its owner.
"Hi" he repeated.
"Hi" she replied, looking into his intense eyes. "I'm Rachel. half of BABE. The other half is in some corridor somewhere, she should be back soon."
"I'm Rob Van Dam, Hardcore Champion" Rob said, smiling. He obviously didn't know that that made him a marked man. Rachel shot a loving look at his title, and then looked back at its current owner.
"Well, Rob, What can I do for you?" she asked, in her sales-patter voice. "I take it you aren't looking for protection, but we can offer our valet service."
"I'm just here to say hi." He said. "I like to see who's new"
"All right, but if you ever need any help, we know all the gossip, despite only being here a couple of days." Rachel forced a smile.
"Oh yeah? Got a teaser you can give me?" he asked, good-naturedly.
"Watch your back, rumour has it that you're title reign is soon to be over." She said, with no hints that it was she that would be attacking him. At these words, doubt flew momentarily across RVD's face.
"Nothing can stop me, I'm R-V-D!" he said, before leaving the room. Before Rachel could even run her hands through her hair, Skye appeared.
"Who was that?" she asked in interest.
"Not now, Skye." Rachel said, hiding her face in her hands. "You've been flirting enough with guys I know tonight!"
Skye's eyes lit up mischievously. "I got ya" she giggled.
Rachel sighed. Skye was just so boy-crazy!
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What will occur between Stacey and Skye? What will happen between BABE and the APA? What will happen between Rachel and RVD? Will Rachel get used to Chris Jericho's massive ego?
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*
**These are actions in promos**
A/N: RVD is currently Hardcore Champion in this. Sorry all you Maven fans, but I need RVD for a part of the story to actually work!
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"What do you want?" asked Skye, looking at Stacey.
"Aren't you going to let me in? I'm here to talk business." She said, grinning cockily.
"Aren't you always?" mumbled Skye. "What can we do for you?"
"Well, it's more what I can do for you." Said Stacey, grinning wickedly. "I have a proposition for you." The Duchess of Dudsleyville sat down on the extra chair at the magazine-ridden table.
"We're fine, thank you." Said Rachel, coolly. "We don't take help in any way. We climb our own way to the top."
"You haven't heard my proposition" Stacey said, smiling cockily at the girls. Skye sighed, and knew that this `proposition' wouldn't be one that they would really want to hear. But there was no harm in listening to her idea.
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Skye shook her head unbelievingly at Stacey, who sat back and smiled.
"What do you think, girls?" she asked.
"No chance!" said Rachel. "I'm not entering into it for ANY amount of money. You can definitely leave me out."
"Well, same for me." Said Skye.
"But... what..." started Keibler. "I mean, it's...."
"Totally not worth the hassle?" asked Skye, helpfully.
"Absolutely pointless?" Rachel asked.
"A really rubbish idea?" Skye added.
"Look, Stace, nothing personal, but no way will Skye win the Women's title and hand it over to you. We just don't work like that." Rachel said.
"You'll regret talking to me like that!" said Stacey, standing up angrily.
"Really? How? Last time I checked, you were looking for us to win you a title." She retorted.
"Just believe me, you will!" she said, stalking off, angry, leaving Rachel and Skye sitting and laughing at the ridiculous proposition.
"You better kick her ass tonight, Skye!" Rachel said to her friend. "Show her that we're a force to be reckoned with!"
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"And heading to the ring, being accompanied by Rachel, one half of BABE, Skye!"
Rachel and Skye strutted down the ramp, flashing blinding smiles and eyeing people flirtatiously on their way to the ring. Rachel had ripped, baggy black trousers and a tight fitting red top. Skye was wearing comfortable-fit denim coloured trousers and a pretend jeans-style tube top. Skye's hair was tied back, and Rachel's hair was loose, and they stood in the ring, awaiting the arrival of Stacey.
"And heading to the ring, being accompanied by D-Von Dudley, Stacey Keibler!"
Stacey approached the ring. She was wearing a tiny black skirt and a tiny Dudley Boys t-shirt. She looked, pouting, to the girls standing in the ring, and climbed up onto the ring apron. As Stacey got into the ring, Rachel got out.
Rachel gave Skye a thumbs-up, as Skye locked up with Stacey. Rachel cautiously eyed D-Von, she didn't want to have a surprise attack; she liked to be ready.
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As Skye and Stacey's match continued, Rachel started to feel more and more bored. She played the enthusiastic cheerleader, and did the usual flirty Diva bit, but in her mind, she was in a match with trashcans and chairs. The only thing that Rachel really thought about was D-Von's presence at ringside. She was used to fighting guys, but she wasn't really dressed to fight.
Stacey and Skye were having an all-out bitch fight. Stacey was angry that her proposition had been turned down, and Skye was angry that someone would even suggest the idea to her. Skye managed to knock Stacy down, and went for the pin just as D-Von climbed onto the ring apron, distracting the referee.
"Keep on Stacey!" yelled Rachel, running round to where D-Von was standing. She knew that Stacey loved doing surprise attacks when her opponent was distracted. Rachel reached where D-Von was standing.
She got hold of his ankle and dragged him off the ring apron. The Dudley Boy looked up at Rachel from where he was lying on the grown and sneered. A glint in his eyes told Rachel to watch out, and she dived to the left, and Bubba Ray appeared from behind where she had been standing. Bubba lost his footing, and stumbled, dropping an elbow on his brother accidentally.
Inside the ring, Skye and Stacey had been fighting, and Stacey looked about ready to finish Skye off. In her mind, Rachel was cursing at the Dudley's stupidity.
"Keibler!" Rachel called out, distracting her friend's opponent. Skye took this opportunity to pull Stacy into a Bulldog, and she went for the pin.
"1! 2! 3!" counted the referee.
"Yes! I did it! I won!" said Skye, bursting with happiness. Rachel climbed into the ring, and lifted up her friend's hand, a bright smile on her face. The girls headed backstage, smiling and laughing; Stacey Keibler's threat was meaningless.
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"That was an impressive match you pulled out there" a male voice called to the girls when they reached backstage. Rachel recognised it immediately as Chris Jericho, and sighed heavily. She couldn't be bothered with him massaging his ego right now. She wanted to go and celebrate.
"Thanks a lot, Chris." Rachel said, as he approached them. "Will you let us past now?"
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your delightful friend?" he asked.
"Starry, this is Chris Jericho. Chris, this is Skye." She said, and started to push past Chris. Skye didn't follow her, however, and simply looked at Chris with a joyful smile on her face.
"I'm Skye!" she said, breathlessly, eyeing the titles that Chris was holding. Did he never go anywhere without them?! "So pleased to meet you!"
Rachel sighed and headed back to the locker room.
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Rachel sat and flicked through one of the magazines, alone. When the door creaked open, she didn't look up, and continued reading. Skye had been a whole ten minutes chatting to the jerk, and she was reading a really interesting article about mascara, anyway.
"Hi." The person said, and Rachel jumped a metre. The voice was MALE! She looked up, and caught sight of a man with a belt around him right shoulder. She eyed the belt, and turned to look at its owner.
"Hi" he repeated.
"Hi" she replied, looking into his intense eyes. "I'm Rachel. half of BABE. The other half is in some corridor somewhere, she should be back soon."
"I'm Rob Van Dam, Hardcore Champion" Rob said, smiling. He obviously didn't know that that made him a marked man. Rachel shot a loving look at his title, and then looked back at its current owner.
"Well, Rob, What can I do for you?" she asked, in her sales-patter voice. "I take it you aren't looking for protection, but we can offer our valet service."
"I'm just here to say hi." He said. "I like to see who's new"
"All right, but if you ever need any help, we know all the gossip, despite only being here a couple of days." Rachel forced a smile.
"Oh yeah? Got a teaser you can give me?" he asked, good-naturedly.
"Watch your back, rumour has it that you're title reign is soon to be over." She said, with no hints that it was she that would be attacking him. At these words, doubt flew momentarily across RVD's face.
"Nothing can stop me, I'm R-V-D!" he said, before leaving the room. Before Rachel could even run her hands through her hair, Skye appeared.
"Who was that?" she asked in interest.
"Not now, Skye." Rachel said, hiding her face in her hands. "You've been flirting enough with guys I know tonight!"
Skye's eyes lit up mischievously. "I got ya" she giggled.
Rachel sighed. Skye was just so boy-crazy!
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What will occur between Stacey and Skye? What will happen between BABE and the APA? What will happen between Rachel and RVD? Will Rachel get used to Chris Jericho's massive ego?