Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.
A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto-Hemlsley and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)
Hi Guys! I'M BACK! Ok, there wasn't a clear winner last chappy, so I get to cast a vote! And I'm voting for… C! Undertaker! Mwahahah…owww! Stop throwing the rotten fruit! Anyways, on with the story, with C the winner!
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"UNDERTAKER?" Fiona said, surprised. "But he's… forty! And… he's my Dad… I now wish I hadn't asked!"
Trish's face had the stupid half-grin across it again. "Come on, Chrissie! It's not like he really IS your Dad!"
Fiona shook her head. "What is it about you and old guys? Why can you never fall for someone… normal?"
Trish shrugged. "Normal? Here? You must be joking!"
~*~*~*~*~
It was the night of the draft. Flair had already got Undertaker and the nwo and Vince had Angle and The Rock. Tension was high, and Fiona, Kane and Trish didn't know where they were going.
"And tonight… I'm going to make a fair match, yes, that's what I'm going to do." Vince said to Angle, who nodded eagerly. "If Christine wants the nwo so much, she and Undertaker will face Big Show, X Pac and Nash! And since they like using weapons, it will be a no DQ match! And if Kane turns up, he's indefinitely suspended!"
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"What the hell is he thinking?" Trish cried out, pacing around Deadman Inc's locker room.
Fiona shrugged carelessly. "Come on, Trish, when have I ever been scared in a ring? Ok, I've never really had a match… but, still…"
Trish sighed overdramatically and sat down on one of the seats. "Surely you're not thinking of accepting the challenge, are you? Taker, you've got to talk her out of this…"
Undertaker held up his hands as if to say 'nothing to do with me!'. Trish sighed again and flopped back into the chair. It was no use telling either of them. The best she could do was support them. Yeah, and that would look beleiveable. Trish accompanying Undertaker to the ring. Actually, now she thought about it, it kind of did…
~*~*~*~*~
Fiona stood in front of the mirror in the locker room. She was wearing a red bandanna and red trousers. She was also wearing a version of Lita's tight purple top, except it was black with "Property of Deadman Inc" on it. She grinned at her reflection, and proudly added the touches to her 'bruise'. She had cleared it up with some cream that Trish had for bruises. Fiona thought it was best not to ask what.
"Y'all ready?" Undertaker asked her.
"Nearly!" She replied, before picking up a "Deadman Inc" necklace and putting it around her neck.
~*~*~*~*~
Undertaker and Christine were heading towards the ring.
"Here come Chrissie and Taker, ready for their matchup tonight! It will be Undertaker and Christine against the nwo! And if Kane interferes, he's indefinitely suspened!" JR said. "And here is the Big Show, Kevin Nash and X-Pac, heading this way!"
"You know the one thing I don't like about this match?" King asked JR
"What's that?"
"I think the nwo are going to bruise some puppies!"
~*~*~*~*~
They had a 'perfect' strategy. Well, according to Taker anyway. Christine stays out of the match, and Undertaker fights all three of them. Fiona didn't argue, but that didn't mean she liked it. But what chance did she have against the likes of Big Show and Kevin Nash?
The match started with Undertaker and Big Show. From the beginning, it was easy to see that Big Show had an upper hand. Fiona was helpless to do anything about it, as Undertaker staunchly stayed away from tagging difference. Until Fiona remembered, it was a no DQ match.
Big Show had got Undertaker in a bear hug, and he was fading. Fiona started heating up the crowd clapping slowly and getting faster and faster. When the crowd joined in, she stopped, and got off the apron.
"What's Chrissie doing, King?" JR asked.
Fiona lifted up the ring apron and started pulling out weapons. There was a trashcan, a stop sign, a table, and a kendo stick. She picked up the kendo stick and heard the crowd yelling "one!" She looked up to see Undertaker out of it. Quickly, she slipped into the ring and hit Show across the head with the kendo stick. He merely flinched, but he let go of the hold, and cracked his knuckles, looking at Christine with a sadistic grin on his face. Chrissie backed off, and slipped out of the ring quickly, and Show started chasing her. When she reached the nwo corner, Nash hit her squarely in the head with a fire extinguisher, after jumping out at her. Chrissie groaned in pain, and the match in the ring continued, with X-Pac and Undertaker fighting.
Big Show pulled Chrissie up by her hair, and pulled her round to the bottom of the ramp, where Nash had set up a table. Big show picked Chrissie up, ready to powerbomb her, but she leapfrogged over his head and landed on the ring apron, only to be knocked off by X-Pac bouncing into the ropes. She fell into Big Show, who stumbled back, but broke her fall. By the time Chrissie had dragged herself to her corner, Nash was in, and Undertaker was looking the worse for wear. Christine was feeling the worse for wear, but Taker was seriously lagging. When Nash ran to the ropes to bounce off, Christine kicked him on the back of the head. He turned around and started yelling at her to get in the ring. Taker was just near enough now for a tag, and Christine reached out, her fingers just managing to touch his arm. The referee counted the tag, and Christine slowly got into the ring, cautious. As Nash ran for her, she slipped under the ring ropes to get the trashcan. He hesitated, as she climbed into the ring. She ran at him, and he stepped aside. Quickly, she threw the trashcan into his arms and dropkicked it. Nash fell back, and gave Christine time to mount the turnbuckle. As he got up, she attempted to give him a cross-body drop, but he caught her. She scrabbled at him, trying to get out of his hold, and he laughed a laugh that made her blood run cold. He put her down, only to pick her up by the waist, and throw her over the ring ropes and crash into the table, and into the darkness…
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"Uuuurgh!" Fiona said.
"Chrissie? You're awake!" Trish said happily.
"Unfortunately!" a brass band was playing well off tune in her head, and she was sure that HHH was swinging a sledgehammer at her face every few seconds. "What did I miss?"
"Well, you missed your first official loss…" Trish said, trying to sound comforting and perky.
"Hell" Fiona replied
"And you missed out on the draft…" Trish said, definitely hiding her emotions.
"And?"
"Well, Undertaker, Kane and I are at RAW..." Trish said.
Fiona took a deep breath. "And me?"
~*~*~*~*~
A] RAW
B] SmackDown
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Thanks for reading and waiting for my writer's block to clear! Please vote in the reviews, and also feel free to review as well! Hopefully the next update will be a lot sooner than this! :)
A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto-Hemlsley and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)
Hi Guys! I'M BACK! Ok, there wasn't a clear winner last chappy, so I get to cast a vote! And I'm voting for… C! Undertaker! Mwahahah…owww! Stop throwing the rotten fruit! Anyways, on with the story, with C the winner!
~*~*~*~*~
"UNDERTAKER?" Fiona said, surprised. "But he's… forty! And… he's my Dad… I now wish I hadn't asked!"
Trish's face had the stupid half-grin across it again. "Come on, Chrissie! It's not like he really IS your Dad!"
Fiona shook her head. "What is it about you and old guys? Why can you never fall for someone… normal?"
Trish shrugged. "Normal? Here? You must be joking!"
~*~*~*~*~
It was the night of the draft. Flair had already got Undertaker and the nwo and Vince had Angle and The Rock. Tension was high, and Fiona, Kane and Trish didn't know where they were going.
"And tonight… I'm going to make a fair match, yes, that's what I'm going to do." Vince said to Angle, who nodded eagerly. "If Christine wants the nwo so much, she and Undertaker will face Big Show, X Pac and Nash! And since they like using weapons, it will be a no DQ match! And if Kane turns up, he's indefinitely suspended!"
~*~*~*~*~
"What the hell is he thinking?" Trish cried out, pacing around Deadman Inc's locker room.
Fiona shrugged carelessly. "Come on, Trish, when have I ever been scared in a ring? Ok, I've never really had a match… but, still…"
Trish sighed overdramatically and sat down on one of the seats. "Surely you're not thinking of accepting the challenge, are you? Taker, you've got to talk her out of this…"
Undertaker held up his hands as if to say 'nothing to do with me!'. Trish sighed again and flopped back into the chair. It was no use telling either of them. The best she could do was support them. Yeah, and that would look beleiveable. Trish accompanying Undertaker to the ring. Actually, now she thought about it, it kind of did…
~*~*~*~*~
Fiona stood in front of the mirror in the locker room. She was wearing a red bandanna and red trousers. She was also wearing a version of Lita's tight purple top, except it was black with "Property of Deadman Inc" on it. She grinned at her reflection, and proudly added the touches to her 'bruise'. She had cleared it up with some cream that Trish had for bruises. Fiona thought it was best not to ask what.
"Y'all ready?" Undertaker asked her.
"Nearly!" She replied, before picking up a "Deadman Inc" necklace and putting it around her neck.
~*~*~*~*~
Undertaker and Christine were heading towards the ring.
"Here come Chrissie and Taker, ready for their matchup tonight! It will be Undertaker and Christine against the nwo! And if Kane interferes, he's indefinitely suspened!" JR said. "And here is the Big Show, Kevin Nash and X-Pac, heading this way!"
"You know the one thing I don't like about this match?" King asked JR
"What's that?"
"I think the nwo are going to bruise some puppies!"
~*~*~*~*~
They had a 'perfect' strategy. Well, according to Taker anyway. Christine stays out of the match, and Undertaker fights all three of them. Fiona didn't argue, but that didn't mean she liked it. But what chance did she have against the likes of Big Show and Kevin Nash?
The match started with Undertaker and Big Show. From the beginning, it was easy to see that Big Show had an upper hand. Fiona was helpless to do anything about it, as Undertaker staunchly stayed away from tagging difference. Until Fiona remembered, it was a no DQ match.
Big Show had got Undertaker in a bear hug, and he was fading. Fiona started heating up the crowd clapping slowly and getting faster and faster. When the crowd joined in, she stopped, and got off the apron.
"What's Chrissie doing, King?" JR asked.
Fiona lifted up the ring apron and started pulling out weapons. There was a trashcan, a stop sign, a table, and a kendo stick. She picked up the kendo stick and heard the crowd yelling "one!" She looked up to see Undertaker out of it. Quickly, she slipped into the ring and hit Show across the head with the kendo stick. He merely flinched, but he let go of the hold, and cracked his knuckles, looking at Christine with a sadistic grin on his face. Chrissie backed off, and slipped out of the ring quickly, and Show started chasing her. When she reached the nwo corner, Nash hit her squarely in the head with a fire extinguisher, after jumping out at her. Chrissie groaned in pain, and the match in the ring continued, with X-Pac and Undertaker fighting.
Big Show pulled Chrissie up by her hair, and pulled her round to the bottom of the ramp, where Nash had set up a table. Big show picked Chrissie up, ready to powerbomb her, but she leapfrogged over his head and landed on the ring apron, only to be knocked off by X-Pac bouncing into the ropes. She fell into Big Show, who stumbled back, but broke her fall. By the time Chrissie had dragged herself to her corner, Nash was in, and Undertaker was looking the worse for wear. Christine was feeling the worse for wear, but Taker was seriously lagging. When Nash ran to the ropes to bounce off, Christine kicked him on the back of the head. He turned around and started yelling at her to get in the ring. Taker was just near enough now for a tag, and Christine reached out, her fingers just managing to touch his arm. The referee counted the tag, and Christine slowly got into the ring, cautious. As Nash ran for her, she slipped under the ring ropes to get the trashcan. He hesitated, as she climbed into the ring. She ran at him, and he stepped aside. Quickly, she threw the trashcan into his arms and dropkicked it. Nash fell back, and gave Christine time to mount the turnbuckle. As he got up, she attempted to give him a cross-body drop, but he caught her. She scrabbled at him, trying to get out of his hold, and he laughed a laugh that made her blood run cold. He put her down, only to pick her up by the waist, and throw her over the ring ropes and crash into the table, and into the darkness…
~*~*~*~*~
"Uuuurgh!" Fiona said.
"Chrissie? You're awake!" Trish said happily.
"Unfortunately!" a brass band was playing well off tune in her head, and she was sure that HHH was swinging a sledgehammer at her face every few seconds. "What did I miss?"
"Well, you missed your first official loss…" Trish said, trying to sound comforting and perky.
"Hell" Fiona replied
"And you missed out on the draft…" Trish said, definitely hiding her emotions.
"And?"
"Well, Undertaker, Kane and I are at RAW..." Trish said.
Fiona took a deep breath. "And me?"
~*~*~*~*~
A] RAW
B] SmackDown
~*~*~*~*~
Thanks for reading and waiting for my writer's block to clear! Please vote in the reviews, and also feel free to review as well! Hopefully the next update will be a lot sooner than this! :)
