Ah yes, back in the locker room Dee sat on a folding chair talking to the door, and Sparkle was in the corner reading the Raw magazine. Trish and Stacy walked in.
Dee: Bobbie, come out. We have to get ready now.
Bobbie: No.
Trish: Bobbie, it's Trish will you let me in?
Bobbie: No.
Stacy: It's Stacy open up for us. Remember, we no how your feeling. We go through it everyday.
Trish; Yeah, Bobbie. So please.
The lock clicked and Stacy and Trish entered the Bathroom, then the door shut.
Dee: Hurry up our match is to close to time!
Spackle: Yeah.
In a nether locker room Three Minutes was preparing. Rico was in a black tank top and of course those tiger print pants. She really didn't look that bad, but too much blue eye shadow.
Rico: You too are so lucky you really didn't need to change your ring attar at all.
Well see Female versions of Jamal and Rosie.
Jamal: Yeah, and Rosie doesn't have to change his name either.
Rosie hit Jamal.
Rosie: Shut up Jamie.
Rico: Girls, Girls calm down. We have a match with the Dudleys and I say we take out poor little Bobbie, who can't stand her own body. Then little Sparkle.
Jamie/Rosie: Yeah!
*Stand back there's a Hurricane coming through*
Oh yes, our supper hero was her. Her green tank top (A/N They had a lot of tank tops in the Divas trunks) and Black pants. Her cape brought out her hips. Her long hair highlighted in Green and pulled back. She got in the ring and did her poses. Then her opponents music hit and everyone saw little weirdo herself. Crash Holly, (Looks like Molly of now) This match didn't last that long, a move here and a move there and Eye of the Hurricane and Bam.
JR: King that was a good match.
King: Yeah, but…
The camera was back in the Dudley locker room. The bathroom door opened and out stepped Trish and Stacy.
King: Is Bobbie coming out? I want to see her.
Trish: Bobbie come out and show your br...Sisters the new you.
Dee stepped right infrount of the camera
King: NOOO!!!
Dee: Bobbie, wow, your not fat!
Sparkle: Told you she wasn't fat. Now can we go?
Bobbie: Yeah, I feel like putting someone through a table.
JR: That match is next!