Title: It's Our Time
Author: Huntress
Summary: Four friends sign one week contracts with the WWF. Two guys, two girls, and a WWF Roster. Now what could be more fun?
Characters: Christie, James, Steph, and Nick (all real people, just not WWFers)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, do you REALLY think I'd be sitting on my ass writing about them? No. Now shut up and read, before I put you in my story and force feed you William Regalness. Muahahahahahaha!
Rating: PG-14, just cuz I'm original. Yes, thats 14, not 13.
Dedication: Ocy, Sassy Lil Scorpio, Eliseth, Digital Tempest, Aya, Satin Frost, and Twstofate. I read the story "Fanfiction.net goes to SmackDown!" and had to write something like it. Oh, this is also for those ferocious pink bunnies I love so much!
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"Gimmie my popcorn!!!!" Steph screamed at James, who was holding the bowl high above her head. James laughed and held it up higher. Putting her hands on her hips, Steph gave him a swift kick in the groin, causing him to double over and lower the popcorn. She grabbed it and smiled triumphantly and Christie and Nick, who sat there laughing. Nick shook his head.
"You two are like an old married couple!" He joked.
"A very VIOLENT old married couple." James huffed. Steph smirked and stuck her tongue out. "That was mature." Christie snickered. "Thank you."
Steph took a bow, then returned to her, ah, 'interesting' position on the bed. She laid with her back on the mattress, her legs against the wall, and her head leaning slightly over the edge of the bed, so she was looking upside down at the T.V. Christie sat cross-legged on the bed with her, while Nick took the inflatable chair and James sat on her desk. The four friends were sitting watching WWF Smackdown!, all being huge fans.
Christie was 15, being the youngest. Steph had just turned 16, Nick was 17, and James broke the trend being 19. "Old man." Steph teased him. "Kids these days..." James sighed with an air of superiority. Steph glared.
Just as she opened her mouth to deliver a rude comment, something on the screen caught her attention. "Win a chance for you and three friends to become WWF Superstars for a whole week! Fill out a form, show your talents, and YOU could be the future of the WWF! Call 555-Kick-Ass, or e-mail me at My_Three_Personas@wwf.com for details." Mick gave his trademark thumbs up and "Have a nice day!" and SmackDown! continued.
The four friends exchanged a glance. "Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Steph asked with a gleam in her eye. Four heads nodded, similar gleams in their own eyes. "Lets do this."
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A week later...
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Steph entered her room, being weighed down by the heavy bookbag she wore. She ungracefully plopped down on her bed, exhausted. Suddenly, an annoying voice broke in through her exhaustion, forcing her to get up. "You've got mail!" Her computer exclaimed. "Don't act so surprised." Steph muttered to the overly cheery voice. Her shock registered when she looked at the e-mail. Her face broke out into a huge grin as she read her letter of acceptance to the WWF.
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Two weeks later...
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"You two are not seriously thinking of bringing all that." Nick said. Christie and Steph looked at him innocently. "All what? Its only five suitcases." Christie chirped. "Yeah... Five each!" James said impatiently. "So? We're girls. We need this stuff." "You do not need five suitcases of clothes!" James protested loudly.
"Who says its clothes? We have two suitcases of clothes, one of make up, one of hair products, one of shoes, and this duffel bag is jewelry and accessories." Steph explained slowly as if she were talking to a child. James threw his hands up in submission. "I give up!" Christie shot Steph a look that dripped with glee at annoying they're, ahem, 'dear friend'. Steph returned the grin.
"Gotcha!" The two friends said together. Out of each girls five suitcases, three were empty. James shot them a look of pure poison, which was returned with a honey sweet smile from Christie and Steph. "Girls..." Nick muttered, shoving everything into Steph's car. The car was surprisingly large for a convertible, and had just enough trunk space for everyones things. Steph had just gotten it waxed, the black enamel glittering up so clearly you could see your reflection in it.
"Are we ready?" James asked, coming out drinking a Pepsi. "I think so." Steph replied. "I have a feeling I'm forgetting something though... Ah!" Steph ran into the house, returning seconds later with about ten CD's. "Anything good?" Nick asked. Steph smiled. "Uh huh. Britney Spears, Christina Aguleria, B*Witched, Aaron Carter, N*Sync..." Nick screamed.
Author: Huntress
Summary: Four friends sign one week contracts with the WWF. Two guys, two girls, and a WWF Roster. Now what could be more fun?
Characters: Christie, James, Steph, and Nick (all real people, just not WWFers)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, do you REALLY think I'd be sitting on my ass writing about them? No. Now shut up and read, before I put you in my story and force feed you William Regalness. Muahahahahahaha!
Rating: PG-14, just cuz I'm original. Yes, thats 14, not 13.
Dedication: Ocy, Sassy Lil Scorpio, Eliseth, Digital Tempest, Aya, Satin Frost, and Twstofate. I read the story "Fanfiction.net goes to SmackDown!" and had to write something like it. Oh, this is also for those ferocious pink bunnies I love so much!
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"Gimmie my popcorn!!!!" Steph screamed at James, who was holding the bowl high above her head. James laughed and held it up higher. Putting her hands on her hips, Steph gave him a swift kick in the groin, causing him to double over and lower the popcorn. She grabbed it and smiled triumphantly and Christie and Nick, who sat there laughing. Nick shook his head.
"You two are like an old married couple!" He joked.
"A very VIOLENT old married couple." James huffed. Steph smirked and stuck her tongue out. "That was mature." Christie snickered. "Thank you."
Steph took a bow, then returned to her, ah, 'interesting' position on the bed. She laid with her back on the mattress, her legs against the wall, and her head leaning slightly over the edge of the bed, so she was looking upside down at the T.V. Christie sat cross-legged on the bed with her, while Nick took the inflatable chair and James sat on her desk. The four friends were sitting watching WWF Smackdown!, all being huge fans.
Christie was 15, being the youngest. Steph had just turned 16, Nick was 17, and James broke the trend being 19. "Old man." Steph teased him. "Kids these days..." James sighed with an air of superiority. Steph glared.
Just as she opened her mouth to deliver a rude comment, something on the screen caught her attention. "Win a chance for you and three friends to become WWF Superstars for a whole week! Fill out a form, show your talents, and YOU could be the future of the WWF! Call 555-Kick-Ass, or e-mail me at My_Three_Personas@wwf.com for details." Mick gave his trademark thumbs up and "Have a nice day!" and SmackDown! continued.
The four friends exchanged a glance. "Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Steph asked with a gleam in her eye. Four heads nodded, similar gleams in their own eyes. "Lets do this."
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A week later...
************
Steph entered her room, being weighed down by the heavy bookbag she wore. She ungracefully plopped down on her bed, exhausted. Suddenly, an annoying voice broke in through her exhaustion, forcing her to get up. "You've got mail!" Her computer exclaimed. "Don't act so surprised." Steph muttered to the overly cheery voice. Her shock registered when she looked at the e-mail. Her face broke out into a huge grin as she read her letter of acceptance to the WWF.
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Two weeks later...
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"You two are not seriously thinking of bringing all that." Nick said. Christie and Steph looked at him innocently. "All what? Its only five suitcases." Christie chirped. "Yeah... Five each!" James said impatiently. "So? We're girls. We need this stuff." "You do not need five suitcases of clothes!" James protested loudly.
"Who says its clothes? We have two suitcases of clothes, one of make up, one of hair products, one of shoes, and this duffel bag is jewelry and accessories." Steph explained slowly as if she were talking to a child. James threw his hands up in submission. "I give up!" Christie shot Steph a look that dripped with glee at annoying they're, ahem, 'dear friend'. Steph returned the grin.
"Gotcha!" The two friends said together. Out of each girls five suitcases, three were empty. James shot them a look of pure poison, which was returned with a honey sweet smile from Christie and Steph. "Girls..." Nick muttered, shoving everything into Steph's car. The car was surprisingly large for a convertible, and had just enough trunk space for everyones things. Steph had just gotten it waxed, the black enamel glittering up so clearly you could see your reflection in it.
"Are we ready?" James asked, coming out drinking a Pepsi. "I think so." Steph replied. "I have a feeling I'm forgetting something though... Ah!" Steph ran into the house, returning seconds later with about ten CD's. "Anything good?" Nick asked. Steph smiled. "Uh huh. Britney Spears, Christina Aguleria, B*Witched, Aaron Carter, N*Sync..." Nick screamed.