Reader Diva
Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.
A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)
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Hi guys! C] Tell Undertaker and Kane won! Thank you for voting! You know I have NO idea where this is going? It's just getting crazy!
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Trish stood outside the locker room of Undertaker and Kane, and took a deep breath, before knocking on the door. The door opened and Kane looked out at Trish.
"Hey, Trish, come on in," he said, smiling.
"Hey Kane, how's your arm?" Trish asked, as she entered the room.
"Doctor recons eight weeks till I can compete, but I'll be back before then," he said with a small glint in his eyes.
"Sure you will!" Trish said. "Is Taker in?"
Undertaker appeared from the shower room. "Yep"
Trish smiled nervously. "I need to speak to you…" But before she could say 'both' Kane cut across her.
"I'll leave you to it." He said, and departed from the room quickly.
Trish looked at Taker, and looked deep into his green eyes that were sparkling merrily. "I need to speak to you, too, Trish. You want to sit down?" Taker asked, and Trish nodded, forgetting about Chris and Chrissie.
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They were in Y2J's locker room. Chris looked at Chrissie, smiling. "So what did Trish say?" he asked her.
"She's threatened to tell Taker and Kane," Chrissie sighed. "Doubt she will, though. I'd better tell Taker and Kane about the real situation, just in case."
A jolt shot through Chris's stomach. Real Situation. Really, they were little more than friends, and Chrissie didn't think of him in any other way. So he had better make the most of what he has, he thought to himself. "And have someone to spill the beans to Ms. Stratus?"
"Good point" Chrissie said, before tying up her boot. "I'm off for my match. Trish was lying about the tag match. I'm facing Booker T. And his NWO membership is on the line. So I've been told to loose to him."
"Chrissie's turning into a Jobber."
"Well, it's not really going to be a clear-cut win…" Chrissie said.
"Huh?" Chris said.
"Well…"
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Kane sat in the hallway, just outside the locker room door, with his ear pressed right up against it. The ancient art of eavesdropping.
"Hi Kane!" a voice said behind him, making him jump.
Kane turned around to see Molly. "Ssh! Trish and Taker are in there…"
Molly immediately sat down next to Kane, and pressed her ear against the door. It was no secret to the rest of the roster how the two felt about each other, but Trish and Taker didn't seem to know.
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"And heading to the ring, Chrissie!!" Lillian yelled, and the crowd cheered as the brunette approached the ring, all alone. Undertaker was "resting at home" and Kane had injured his arm, leaving Chrissie, the NWO and her inability, according to Nash.
"And approaching the ring, being accompanied by X-Pac, Booker T!" Booker T approached the ring, in his black and white wrestling gear and X-Pac followed him. 'The NWO had a new policy of never going anywhere alone' Chrissie thought. 'Scaredy Cats'.
The bell sounded and Chrissie looked at Booker T, smirking, before starting the match.
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Molly, Kane, Raven, Terri, Spike, Matt, Jazz, and RVD were sitting on the floor, crouching by the door, or standing up, all with their ears pressed against Taker's locker room door. The girls were giggling excitedly, and the guys were listening intently, despite the tangled bodies, randomly trying to hush the girls, all of them listening to the conversation inside the locker room.
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"I think I need to sit down," Trish said.
"You already are sitting down," Taker said with a grin.
"Oh, right." Trish told him.
"You honestly never guessed?" Taker asked Trish.
"No idea whatsoever. Wow. You sure you're talking to the right Diva?"
"Very. I like you, Trish. A lot." Taker said. "So what were you going to tell me?"
'Huh?' Trish thought, before remembering. "You're not going to like it… but, well… where's Kane?"
Taker shrugged, and scuffling was heard from behind the door. The door swung open and Kane walked in. "Hi guys"
Taker smiled. "Now you can tell us."
"Chrissie and Chris… I, err, mean, Chris and Chris" Trish said, floundering hopelessly.
"Huh?"
Trish took a deep breath. "Chrissie and Chris Jericho were sharing a room last night!"
Taker's grin dropped, as Trish started explaining what she had seen, and Kane started pacing round the room.
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Chrissie was getting a real beating by Booker T and X-Pac. They had used trashcan lids and a stop sign illegally, but she refused to stay down for the three count. The crowd cheered every time Chrissie got her shoulder off the mat. The referee never noticed the interference or the foreign objects, and that put Chrissie at a distinct disadvantage.
Booker had given Chrissie the scissors kick, and she was lying motionless, and Booker had dropped to one knee for the spin-a-roonie when a figure started running from the back to the ring. It was Chris Jericho.
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As Trish relayed the events, Undertaker and Kane started getting more and more furious with Chrissie. No matter how Trish put it, it always seemed to make Chrissie out to be a scarlet woman. Taker knew that Chrissie and Y2J had had no real contact before then, and her unprofessionalism was angering Taker. Suddenly, Kane let out his annoyance on the TV monitor, but instead of breaking anything, the screen flickered on. To show Chrissie in the ring, and Chris Jericho attacking Booker T.
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"And the winner of the match, by disqualification, Booker T!"
Chrissie lost. But she beat the hell out of Booker. Along with Y2J. Chrissie stood in the ring, looking at Chris with a knowing smile, with him smiling back. They headed to the back of the arena, hand in hand, a grin on their faces and a huge pop from the audience.
"Well, that was fun," Chrissie said when she got to the back.
"Yeah…" Chris said. "This is gonna make an interesting Smackdown."
"I hope Trish hasn't said anything…" Chrissie said. "I better go explain before she spills the beans."
"Too late for that!" A voice said from the darkness, as Undertaker appeared, anger clearly written across his face.
Chrissie froze in fear for a second.
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What happens next?
A] Undertaker beats up Y2J
B] Undertaker yells at Chrissie
C] Chrissie and Y2J manage to convince Taker of their Evil Plot
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Vote in the reviews, any suggestions etc to wwftasha@hotmail.com. Hope ya enjoyed!
Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.
A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)
~*~*~*~*~
Hi guys! C] Tell Undertaker and Kane won! Thank you for voting! You know I have NO idea where this is going? It's just getting crazy!
~*~*~*~*~
Trish stood outside the locker room of Undertaker and Kane, and took a deep breath, before knocking on the door. The door opened and Kane looked out at Trish.
"Hey, Trish, come on in," he said, smiling.
"Hey Kane, how's your arm?" Trish asked, as she entered the room.
"Doctor recons eight weeks till I can compete, but I'll be back before then," he said with a small glint in his eyes.
"Sure you will!" Trish said. "Is Taker in?"
Undertaker appeared from the shower room. "Yep"
Trish smiled nervously. "I need to speak to you…" But before she could say 'both' Kane cut across her.
"I'll leave you to it." He said, and departed from the room quickly.
Trish looked at Taker, and looked deep into his green eyes that were sparkling merrily. "I need to speak to you, too, Trish. You want to sit down?" Taker asked, and Trish nodded, forgetting about Chris and Chrissie.
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They were in Y2J's locker room. Chris looked at Chrissie, smiling. "So what did Trish say?" he asked her.
"She's threatened to tell Taker and Kane," Chrissie sighed. "Doubt she will, though. I'd better tell Taker and Kane about the real situation, just in case."
A jolt shot through Chris's stomach. Real Situation. Really, they were little more than friends, and Chrissie didn't think of him in any other way. So he had better make the most of what he has, he thought to himself. "And have someone to spill the beans to Ms. Stratus?"
"Good point" Chrissie said, before tying up her boot. "I'm off for my match. Trish was lying about the tag match. I'm facing Booker T. And his NWO membership is on the line. So I've been told to loose to him."
"Chrissie's turning into a Jobber."
"Well, it's not really going to be a clear-cut win…" Chrissie said.
"Huh?" Chris said.
"Well…"
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Kane sat in the hallway, just outside the locker room door, with his ear pressed right up against it. The ancient art of eavesdropping.
"Hi Kane!" a voice said behind him, making him jump.
Kane turned around to see Molly. "Ssh! Trish and Taker are in there…"
Molly immediately sat down next to Kane, and pressed her ear against the door. It was no secret to the rest of the roster how the two felt about each other, but Trish and Taker didn't seem to know.
~*~*~*~*~
"And heading to the ring, Chrissie!!" Lillian yelled, and the crowd cheered as the brunette approached the ring, all alone. Undertaker was "resting at home" and Kane had injured his arm, leaving Chrissie, the NWO and her inability, according to Nash.
"And approaching the ring, being accompanied by X-Pac, Booker T!" Booker T approached the ring, in his black and white wrestling gear and X-Pac followed him. 'The NWO had a new policy of never going anywhere alone' Chrissie thought. 'Scaredy Cats'.
The bell sounded and Chrissie looked at Booker T, smirking, before starting the match.
~*~*~*~*~
Molly, Kane, Raven, Terri, Spike, Matt, Jazz, and RVD were sitting on the floor, crouching by the door, or standing up, all with their ears pressed against Taker's locker room door. The girls were giggling excitedly, and the guys were listening intently, despite the tangled bodies, randomly trying to hush the girls, all of them listening to the conversation inside the locker room.
~*~*~*~*~
"I think I need to sit down," Trish said.
"You already are sitting down," Taker said with a grin.
"Oh, right." Trish told him.
"You honestly never guessed?" Taker asked Trish.
"No idea whatsoever. Wow. You sure you're talking to the right Diva?"
"Very. I like you, Trish. A lot." Taker said. "So what were you going to tell me?"
'Huh?' Trish thought, before remembering. "You're not going to like it… but, well… where's Kane?"
Taker shrugged, and scuffling was heard from behind the door. The door swung open and Kane walked in. "Hi guys"
Taker smiled. "Now you can tell us."
"Chrissie and Chris… I, err, mean, Chris and Chris" Trish said, floundering hopelessly.
"Huh?"
Trish took a deep breath. "Chrissie and Chris Jericho were sharing a room last night!"
Taker's grin dropped, as Trish started explaining what she had seen, and Kane started pacing round the room.
~*~*~*~*~
Chrissie was getting a real beating by Booker T and X-Pac. They had used trashcan lids and a stop sign illegally, but she refused to stay down for the three count. The crowd cheered every time Chrissie got her shoulder off the mat. The referee never noticed the interference or the foreign objects, and that put Chrissie at a distinct disadvantage.
Booker had given Chrissie the scissors kick, and she was lying motionless, and Booker had dropped to one knee for the spin-a-roonie when a figure started running from the back to the ring. It was Chris Jericho.
~*~*~*~*~
As Trish relayed the events, Undertaker and Kane started getting more and more furious with Chrissie. No matter how Trish put it, it always seemed to make Chrissie out to be a scarlet woman. Taker knew that Chrissie and Y2J had had no real contact before then, and her unprofessionalism was angering Taker. Suddenly, Kane let out his annoyance on the TV monitor, but instead of breaking anything, the screen flickered on. To show Chrissie in the ring, and Chris Jericho attacking Booker T.
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"And the winner of the match, by disqualification, Booker T!"
Chrissie lost. But she beat the hell out of Booker. Along with Y2J. Chrissie stood in the ring, looking at Chris with a knowing smile, with him smiling back. They headed to the back of the arena, hand in hand, a grin on their faces and a huge pop from the audience.
"Well, that was fun," Chrissie said when she got to the back.
"Yeah…" Chris said. "This is gonna make an interesting Smackdown."
"I hope Trish hasn't said anything…" Chrissie said. "I better go explain before she spills the beans."
"Too late for that!" A voice said from the darkness, as Undertaker appeared, anger clearly written across his face.
Chrissie froze in fear for a second.
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What happens next?
A] Undertaker beats up Y2J
B] Undertaker yells at Chrissie
C] Chrissie and Y2J manage to convince Taker of their Evil Plot
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Vote in the reviews, any suggestions etc to wwftasha@hotmail.com. Hope ya enjoyed!
