"Which match are you reffing?" Honey asked Tiara, walking into her and Christies locker room. "Any match I want." Tiara smirked. Honey whistled.. "You really won Vince over, didn't you?" "No.. I just threatened him with that tape." Honey thought a minute. "The tape that we showed at that party at Eliseth's?" "Uh huh." Tiara grinned evilly. "Oooh, good one."
Just then, Krystal walked in. "Yo, are we going to the gym? SmackDown starts in about five minutes, but we're not booked, so any match we have is impromptu." Steph nodded. "May as well. Steel and Kace down there?" "Yeah.. Steel's all sweaty and gross, and Kace hasn't stopped running for about an hour." Krystal replied. "Ick." Steph wrinkled her nose. "Wanna come?" She asked Tiara. "Nah.. I think I'll go see about the matches. I wonder if The Rock has a match tonight.." She giggled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Honey laughed and wished her luck, and Tiara shot off in search of The Great One.
"Does she know he's married?" Krystal questioned. "If she does, that's one marriage she'll rip apart real quick!" Honey grinned. The two friends grabbed a bottled water each, when they heard yelling coming from the hallway.
"You little tramp!" Christian yelled, squirming underneath Tiara. Both had handfuls of each others hair, but Tiara was clearly winning. "Shut your mouth you bleached blond transvestite Trish Stratus wannabe!" Tiara yelled back, ripping a lock of Christians hair out and tossing it to the side before grabbing another fistful and pulling. Christian lost his grip on her hair and gave up, jumping up and running. "I'm not done with you yet!!" Tiara shouted, running after him.
"I knew there was a reason I liked her.." Honey kidded. Just then, an arm grabbed her from behind. Struggling to breathe, Honey wrapped her own arm around the back of her attackers neck and flipped him hard onto his back. On instinct, she jumped on his chest and raised her fist to pummel him. "STEPH!" Steel yelled, grabbing her fist. "Huh?" Honey asked, looking down at her attacker for the first time. "Damn it, Steel!" She cried, smacking him on the arm but making no attempt to get up. "I thought you were 'Taker and was going to enjoy beating the fuck out of you." Before Steel could respond, a eerily calm voice behind her made Honey jump.
"That so?" The Dead Man himself asked, standing two full feet above her. Honey stood. "That's so." She came back, placing her hands on her hips. "What makes you so sure you're little city ass can even get into the ring with me?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest and looking down at her. "Oh I dunno, maybe.. I ALREADY HAVE?" She smirked. "I've hit various Sweet Fantasys on you, not to mention our little skirmish inside the ring." At this, Undertaker stepped closer and got in her face.
"Well if your such a tough little bitch, how about me and you have a little match tonight?" He moved closer, looking like her wanted to put her head through a wall. Honey swelled up and closed in the space between them, they're noses barely touching. "Oh your on, dead man. But only on one condition... I want a shot at that Hardcore title." She hissed, nodding at the belt on his shoulder. For a second, uncertainty flashed across his features. "Fine." He growled, backing up. "See you in the ring." He headed back to his locker room.
Honey stood glaring after him for a full two minutes before Steel tapped her on the shoulder. "Um, Honey? Are you gonna come back to Earth or what?" She turned around. "But I was so enjoying being on planet Rage." She sighed and linked her arm through his. "We may as well hit the gym before we get suckered into a match." He nodded, and the two made they're way into the workout section. Lita and Trish were trying to outdo each other on the treadmill, and Nick and Christie were in the training ring, going at it.
Steel joined Edge lifting weights, while Honey went over to the punching bag and beat the fuck out if it, imagining Taker's face. "Hey bitch!" Krystal moved the punching bag and ducked a flying fist. "Hey ho." Honey replied, sticking her tongue out. "Guess what." Krystal smirked. "What?" Honey asked. "WHAT?!" Stone Cold yelled. Honey turned around. Austin smiled sheepishly at her and shrugged. She winked and turned back to Krystal. "Little Miss Legs over there challenged me to a bra and panties match with her and Trish." Krystal snickered and flipped Ms. Keibler off. Stacy turned her pointy nose up in the air and stalked off.
Honey whistled. "You mean she had the gall to come up to you after what we did to her up on 86th?" Krystal snickered again and looked over at Stacy's retreating figure. "No. She had Coach come up and ask me about it." Honey rolled her eyes. "Figures." "So I hear you got a match against the American Bad Ass, eh?" Krystal said nonchalantly, sitting down on one of the mats and stretching. Honey joined her in the stretching and nodded. "Uh huh. It's in about 20 minutes." "Nervous?" Krystal asked, leaning gracefully into a backbend to stretch out her back muscles.
Honey leaned forward and grabbed her toes. "Not really. I mean, I know he's a legend and all, but come on. He's just as human as anyone else here." "Actually, he's more of an animal." Stephanie McMahon said, joining Krystal and Honey. "Hey Steph." Krystal said brightly. "Why do you say that?" Honey asked after greeting the Billion Dollar Princess. "Don't forget what he's done in the past." Steph shuddered. "He stalked and kidnapped me! It was horrible." Honey patted her on the back. "I'm sure it was. Tonight, when I kick his ass, I'll be sure to remember that." She clenched her teeth.
"Thanks." Steph said, just getting used to people actually being nice to her. Honey punched her in the arm. "Don't worry about it. Listen, I gotta go get ready for that match. I'll see you guys later." Honey stood up and walked off in the direction of her and Krystal's locker room.
"Does she really stand a chance against Taker?" Stephanie asked worriedly. Krystal nodded grimly. "I think the better question is, does Taker stand a chance against her."
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"..This time Ima let it all come out, this time Ima stand up and shout! Ima do things my way, it's MY WAY, my way or the highway.." Honey stood at the ramp, moving with the beat to the song. She looked great in a tight pair of skimpy silver shorts and slightly baggy black shirt, the shirt tucked in then pulled out slightly. Black wrestling boots covered her feet. She was wearing no jewelry except for the mysterious charm bracelet, and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She rolled into the ring, the mist swirling around her. Seconds later, a different Limp Bizkit song was heard.
"Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', UH! Keep rollin', rollin', rollin, rollin'..."
The Undertaker rolled down the ramp on his classic Harley Davidson, which Honey admired in spite of herself. Undertaker was dressed in his normal attire: jeans, boots, and his Dead Man Inc. shirt. He rode around the ring once, then entered slowly, his eyes locked on Honey. Taking a deep breath, Honey stood face to face with her worst enemy. "I'm gonna make you famous." Taker whispered. Honey looked around at the cheering crowd and hissed back, "I'm already famous." Taker glared. "We'll see." Ding ding ding! The match was on.
Taking initiative, Undertaker began the match by shoving Honey on her ass. Not batting an eyelash, Honey hit a Russian Leg Sweep, bringing him down with her. Both jumped up. Honey grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, and jumped up and slammed his head into the mat as soon as gravity brought her down. For probably the first time ever, Undertaker hit a spear. A little surprised, Honey held her stomach and slowly got up. Undertaker was already there, and knocked her down with a big boot. Wondering what she got herself into, Honey trudged up-- and saw Undertaker positioning himself on the top rope. Before he could dive off, Honey shot at him and knocked him onto the hard floor outside the ring.
Catching her breath, Honey watched Taker get up and grab a trashcan. Turning her back on him, she waited to hear the sounds of him getting back into the ring. As soon as she heard him enter, Honey turned around and jumped up, kicking the trashcan into his face with both feet, knocking him over. Picking the trashcan up, she slammed it onto his head a few times, then rolled out of the ring. Reaching under the squared circle, she pulled out a ladder, a fire extinguisher, and a table. Throwing the ladder into the ring, she rolled back in... And met by a livid Undertaker. "You bitch!" He yelled, grabbing her by the hair and flipping her onto her back. Picking up the ladder, her held it high above his head. Then he dropped it on her.
Shoving the ladder aside, The American Badass pinned Honey. Teddy Long slid down and counted. "One! Two! T--" Honey kicked out! The fans went wild... so did the Undertaker. After kicking her in the ribs a few times, Undertaker grabbed the fire extinguisher and covered Honey in white goo. Mustering up all her strength, Honey got up and slammed her fist into his face, knocking him to the ground. Determinedly she set up the ladder and climbed. She finally reached the top, and looked down. Undertaker struggled up, and turned around, not seeing Honey. Had she ran away on him? He chose that moment to look up, and saw Honey flying down at him. He hit the ground hard, his opponent on top of him. He was conscious just long enough to hear the ref count to three.
..."Here is your NEW! Hardcore champion... Honey!"
Just then, Krystal walked in. "Yo, are we going to the gym? SmackDown starts in about five minutes, but we're not booked, so any match we have is impromptu." Steph nodded. "May as well. Steel and Kace down there?" "Yeah.. Steel's all sweaty and gross, and Kace hasn't stopped running for about an hour." Krystal replied. "Ick." Steph wrinkled her nose. "Wanna come?" She asked Tiara. "Nah.. I think I'll go see about the matches. I wonder if The Rock has a match tonight.." She giggled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Honey laughed and wished her luck, and Tiara shot off in search of The Great One.
"Does she know he's married?" Krystal questioned. "If she does, that's one marriage she'll rip apart real quick!" Honey grinned. The two friends grabbed a bottled water each, when they heard yelling coming from the hallway.
"You little tramp!" Christian yelled, squirming underneath Tiara. Both had handfuls of each others hair, but Tiara was clearly winning. "Shut your mouth you bleached blond transvestite Trish Stratus wannabe!" Tiara yelled back, ripping a lock of Christians hair out and tossing it to the side before grabbing another fistful and pulling. Christian lost his grip on her hair and gave up, jumping up and running. "I'm not done with you yet!!" Tiara shouted, running after him.
"I knew there was a reason I liked her.." Honey kidded. Just then, an arm grabbed her from behind. Struggling to breathe, Honey wrapped her own arm around the back of her attackers neck and flipped him hard onto his back. On instinct, she jumped on his chest and raised her fist to pummel him. "STEPH!" Steel yelled, grabbing her fist. "Huh?" Honey asked, looking down at her attacker for the first time. "Damn it, Steel!" She cried, smacking him on the arm but making no attempt to get up. "I thought you were 'Taker and was going to enjoy beating the fuck out of you." Before Steel could respond, a eerily calm voice behind her made Honey jump.
"That so?" The Dead Man himself asked, standing two full feet above her. Honey stood. "That's so." She came back, placing her hands on her hips. "What makes you so sure you're little city ass can even get into the ring with me?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest and looking down at her. "Oh I dunno, maybe.. I ALREADY HAVE?" She smirked. "I've hit various Sweet Fantasys on you, not to mention our little skirmish inside the ring." At this, Undertaker stepped closer and got in her face.
"Well if your such a tough little bitch, how about me and you have a little match tonight?" He moved closer, looking like her wanted to put her head through a wall. Honey swelled up and closed in the space between them, they're noses barely touching. "Oh your on, dead man. But only on one condition... I want a shot at that Hardcore title." She hissed, nodding at the belt on his shoulder. For a second, uncertainty flashed across his features. "Fine." He growled, backing up. "See you in the ring." He headed back to his locker room.
Honey stood glaring after him for a full two minutes before Steel tapped her on the shoulder. "Um, Honey? Are you gonna come back to Earth or what?" She turned around. "But I was so enjoying being on planet Rage." She sighed and linked her arm through his. "We may as well hit the gym before we get suckered into a match." He nodded, and the two made they're way into the workout section. Lita and Trish were trying to outdo each other on the treadmill, and Nick and Christie were in the training ring, going at it.
Steel joined Edge lifting weights, while Honey went over to the punching bag and beat the fuck out if it, imagining Taker's face. "Hey bitch!" Krystal moved the punching bag and ducked a flying fist. "Hey ho." Honey replied, sticking her tongue out. "Guess what." Krystal smirked. "What?" Honey asked. "WHAT?!" Stone Cold yelled. Honey turned around. Austin smiled sheepishly at her and shrugged. She winked and turned back to Krystal. "Little Miss Legs over there challenged me to a bra and panties match with her and Trish." Krystal snickered and flipped Ms. Keibler off. Stacy turned her pointy nose up in the air and stalked off.
Honey whistled. "You mean she had the gall to come up to you after what we did to her up on 86th?" Krystal snickered again and looked over at Stacy's retreating figure. "No. She had Coach come up and ask me about it." Honey rolled her eyes. "Figures." "So I hear you got a match against the American Bad Ass, eh?" Krystal said nonchalantly, sitting down on one of the mats and stretching. Honey joined her in the stretching and nodded. "Uh huh. It's in about 20 minutes." "Nervous?" Krystal asked, leaning gracefully into a backbend to stretch out her back muscles.
Honey leaned forward and grabbed her toes. "Not really. I mean, I know he's a legend and all, but come on. He's just as human as anyone else here." "Actually, he's more of an animal." Stephanie McMahon said, joining Krystal and Honey. "Hey Steph." Krystal said brightly. "Why do you say that?" Honey asked after greeting the Billion Dollar Princess. "Don't forget what he's done in the past." Steph shuddered. "He stalked and kidnapped me! It was horrible." Honey patted her on the back. "I'm sure it was. Tonight, when I kick his ass, I'll be sure to remember that." She clenched her teeth.
"Thanks." Steph said, just getting used to people actually being nice to her. Honey punched her in the arm. "Don't worry about it. Listen, I gotta go get ready for that match. I'll see you guys later." Honey stood up and walked off in the direction of her and Krystal's locker room.
"Does she really stand a chance against Taker?" Stephanie asked worriedly. Krystal nodded grimly. "I think the better question is, does Taker stand a chance against her."
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"..This time Ima let it all come out, this time Ima stand up and shout! Ima do things my way, it's MY WAY, my way or the highway.." Honey stood at the ramp, moving with the beat to the song. She looked great in a tight pair of skimpy silver shorts and slightly baggy black shirt, the shirt tucked in then pulled out slightly. Black wrestling boots covered her feet. She was wearing no jewelry except for the mysterious charm bracelet, and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She rolled into the ring, the mist swirling around her. Seconds later, a different Limp Bizkit song was heard.
"Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', UH! Keep rollin', rollin', rollin, rollin'..."
The Undertaker rolled down the ramp on his classic Harley Davidson, which Honey admired in spite of herself. Undertaker was dressed in his normal attire: jeans, boots, and his Dead Man Inc. shirt. He rode around the ring once, then entered slowly, his eyes locked on Honey. Taking a deep breath, Honey stood face to face with her worst enemy. "I'm gonna make you famous." Taker whispered. Honey looked around at the cheering crowd and hissed back, "I'm already famous." Taker glared. "We'll see." Ding ding ding! The match was on.
Taking initiative, Undertaker began the match by shoving Honey on her ass. Not batting an eyelash, Honey hit a Russian Leg Sweep, bringing him down with her. Both jumped up. Honey grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, and jumped up and slammed his head into the mat as soon as gravity brought her down. For probably the first time ever, Undertaker hit a spear. A little surprised, Honey held her stomach and slowly got up. Undertaker was already there, and knocked her down with a big boot. Wondering what she got herself into, Honey trudged up-- and saw Undertaker positioning himself on the top rope. Before he could dive off, Honey shot at him and knocked him onto the hard floor outside the ring.
Catching her breath, Honey watched Taker get up and grab a trashcan. Turning her back on him, she waited to hear the sounds of him getting back into the ring. As soon as she heard him enter, Honey turned around and jumped up, kicking the trashcan into his face with both feet, knocking him over. Picking the trashcan up, she slammed it onto his head a few times, then rolled out of the ring. Reaching under the squared circle, she pulled out a ladder, a fire extinguisher, and a table. Throwing the ladder into the ring, she rolled back in... And met by a livid Undertaker. "You bitch!" He yelled, grabbing her by the hair and flipping her onto her back. Picking up the ladder, her held it high above his head. Then he dropped it on her.
Shoving the ladder aside, The American Badass pinned Honey. Teddy Long slid down and counted. "One! Two! T--" Honey kicked out! The fans went wild... so did the Undertaker. After kicking her in the ribs a few times, Undertaker grabbed the fire extinguisher and covered Honey in white goo. Mustering up all her strength, Honey got up and slammed her fist into his face, knocking him to the ground. Determinedly she set up the ladder and climbed. She finally reached the top, and looked down. Undertaker struggled up, and turned around, not seeing Honey. Had she ran away on him? He chose that moment to look up, and saw Honey flying down at him. He hit the ground hard, his opponent on top of him. He was conscious just long enough to hear the ref count to three.
..."Here is your NEW! Hardcore champion... Honey!"