A/N: Like I said, Nami's part coz she's wrestling. Review! Until then,
let's get on with the show!
"Hey Nami," Naomi heard Jeff Hardy's voice call her from behind.
"Yeah, what Jeff?" Naomi asked, turning around.
"Ric Flair says he accepts your match," Jeff said, running up to Naomi.
"Really!?" she asked, going wide-eyed.
"Yeah, said he was pleased to do it. He also said he'd lose and let you win, just like Eric wanted," Jeff said and winced.
"Does your stomach still hurt?" Naomi asked, concerned.
"Yeah, um, why don't you get ready?" Jeff suggested and started to walk away.
"Jeff, wait!" Naomi asked before Jeff could really leave.
"Yeah Nami?" Jeff asked, turning around.
"Well, since you've been wrestling, could ya give me ideas on what to wear?" Naomi asked shyly. Jeff smiled warmly.
"Sure, let's go get ya changed," Jeff said and they walked to the Divas' locker room.
"Hey Nami, good luck with Flair!" Andrew called from across the hallway. Naomi merely waved at him as she opened the locker room.
"Nami! Good luck on your match!" Trish ran forward to hug her. After the divas had finished giving Naomi their good luck hugs, they left, leaving Jeff and Naomi alone in the room.
"What are your favorite colors, Nami?" Jeff asked, rummaging through Naomi's clothes.
"Black, blue and pink," Naomi answered, watching Jeff rummage through her stuff.
"Well, I think an all black outfit would do for now." Jeff said and tossed Naomi a black tank top, matching baggy pants and a silver necklace with the word 'Nami' on it.
"Wow. you do know how to pick stuff, don't you?" Naomi asked, astonished. At that moment, Amy burst in.
"Nami! Jeff! Thank God I caught up with you guys!" she sounded exhausted.
"What's up, Amy?" Naomi asked.
"Eric changed the plan. Now, Ric Flair is going to have Triple H to be his temporary valet. And Eric wants you, Jeff, to be Naomi's temporary valet," Amy said and left.
"Well, Jeff, you sure ya can move?" Naomi asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I won't back out," Jeff assured her.
Feeling a little reassured, Naomi went to change into the clothes Jeff had picked for her. After she finished, she came out and modeled for him.
"Well, do you think this is okay?" she asked. But, Jeff wasn't listening.
"Omigod! You have a tattoo?!" Jeff exclaimed, jumping up and peering at Naomi's right arm.
"What? Yeah, I have one," Naomi answered distractedly. She looked at her snake tattoo. It wasn't like a snake curling around her arm but a snake that went as a spiral.
"Naomi Williams and Ric Flair's match starts in 10 minutes," a voice in an intercom announced. Naomi panicked.
"Ooh. I have to get my makeup on!" she moaned helplessly. She looked into the mirror and put on black makeup for her whole face but her lips were coated in light pink lip-gloss.
"Now Nami, just relax when your music plays, okay?" Jeff said soothingly. Naomi nodded even though her nerves were jangling.
After what seemed like a millenium, Naomi's entrance music "You" started and she walked down the ramp.
"Making her way into the ring from Cameron, North Carolina, weighing 120 lbs., accompanied by Jeff Hardy, Naomi Williams!!!!"
That was her cue. Naomi walked around the ramp, shaking hands with the fans and waving around. She climbed into the ring and watched her entrance video. Once it died down, it was replaced by Ric Flair's entrance video.
"And walking down the ramp from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 243 lbs., accompanied by Triple H, Ric Flair!!!!"
Naomi waited till the referee began his cue for the two of them to start. When they did, Ric had gained control of the match first. He began his Knife-Edge Chop on Naomi, forcing her backwards and onto the turnbuckle. Then, Naomi retaliated with a punch to his jaw, now forcing him backwards. She stepped back and tried to do the Spear but hit the steel instead. Ric controlled the ring again and dragged her towards the turnbuckle again, doing the Chop. He pulled Naomi and pushed her to the ropes but instead of moving forwards, she held on and Ric had bent down his guard down. She kicked his groin and forced him to stand. She pulled him and pushed him towards the ropes, causing him to bounce back at her. She kicked his groin again and grabbed his head, pulling him down with her. This caused his face to hit the ring unexpectedly. Seeing her advantage, Naomi did the three count. 1-2-shoulder up!
Furious, Naomi punched him in the face and kicked his stomach and finally performing a dropkick on him. She climbed onto the top tope, waiting for him to stand and did a hurricarana, which she called, Fast and Furious. She did the three count. 1-2-3! She'd won!
"And here's your winner, Naomi Williams!" Lilian Garcia announced. The referee raised her arm as the winner.
Unfortunately, Triple H chose the moment to attack her. It went as a series of catfight before referees separated them. Jeff led her backstage as her music played.
"Omigod! Paul, that was awesome! Thanks for really playing the part!" Naomi exclaimed, hugging Paul as he appeared backstage with Ric Flair.
"No problem, always glad to be of service," Paul grinned. Naomi noticed that Ric Flair did have some bruises.
"Hey Ric. do those hurt really bad?" Naomi asked gingerly.
"Nami! You could've killed me out there! You were murderous!" Ric exclaimed.
"But you're supposed to act that way, to make it realistic!" Naomi retorted defensively.
"Okay, Ric, relax, she's still new to this game," Paul tried to comfort Ric.
"Sorry," Naomi mumbled before going to the divas' locker room, after depositing Jeff at the guys' locker room.
The minute she opened the door, every diva rushed at her.
"Nami! You were fabulous out there!" Trish squealed, hugging her.
"Good match, Nami, fabulous job," Amy congratulated her.
"Thanks guys but I need a rest, I'm exhausted," Naomi managed a small smile before collapsing on the couch.
"Hey, you wanna celebrate or something?" Nora asked.
"Yeah, let's celebrate!" Trish said.
"But I-," Naomi protested.
"No buts, young lady, we're celebrating and we're bringing the guys along. Come on, little missy," Amy ordered. Naomi reluctantly got up and joined the divas outside the locker room.
A/N: Okay! End of story! I had a slight writer's block if ya didn't notice. If this sounded lame, I apologize. I'm having a writer's block right now. The next chapter is Jeff' part so I'll have to dig out my ideas and paste them there. Review, okay?
"Hey Nami," Naomi heard Jeff Hardy's voice call her from behind.
"Yeah, what Jeff?" Naomi asked, turning around.
"Ric Flair says he accepts your match," Jeff said, running up to Naomi.
"Really!?" she asked, going wide-eyed.
"Yeah, said he was pleased to do it. He also said he'd lose and let you win, just like Eric wanted," Jeff said and winced.
"Does your stomach still hurt?" Naomi asked, concerned.
"Yeah, um, why don't you get ready?" Jeff suggested and started to walk away.
"Jeff, wait!" Naomi asked before Jeff could really leave.
"Yeah Nami?" Jeff asked, turning around.
"Well, since you've been wrestling, could ya give me ideas on what to wear?" Naomi asked shyly. Jeff smiled warmly.
"Sure, let's go get ya changed," Jeff said and they walked to the Divas' locker room.
"Hey Nami, good luck with Flair!" Andrew called from across the hallway. Naomi merely waved at him as she opened the locker room.
"Nami! Good luck on your match!" Trish ran forward to hug her. After the divas had finished giving Naomi their good luck hugs, they left, leaving Jeff and Naomi alone in the room.
"What are your favorite colors, Nami?" Jeff asked, rummaging through Naomi's clothes.
"Black, blue and pink," Naomi answered, watching Jeff rummage through her stuff.
"Well, I think an all black outfit would do for now." Jeff said and tossed Naomi a black tank top, matching baggy pants and a silver necklace with the word 'Nami' on it.
"Wow. you do know how to pick stuff, don't you?" Naomi asked, astonished. At that moment, Amy burst in.
"Nami! Jeff! Thank God I caught up with you guys!" she sounded exhausted.
"What's up, Amy?" Naomi asked.
"Eric changed the plan. Now, Ric Flair is going to have Triple H to be his temporary valet. And Eric wants you, Jeff, to be Naomi's temporary valet," Amy said and left.
"Well, Jeff, you sure ya can move?" Naomi asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I won't back out," Jeff assured her.
Feeling a little reassured, Naomi went to change into the clothes Jeff had picked for her. After she finished, she came out and modeled for him.
"Well, do you think this is okay?" she asked. But, Jeff wasn't listening.
"Omigod! You have a tattoo?!" Jeff exclaimed, jumping up and peering at Naomi's right arm.
"What? Yeah, I have one," Naomi answered distractedly. She looked at her snake tattoo. It wasn't like a snake curling around her arm but a snake that went as a spiral.
"Naomi Williams and Ric Flair's match starts in 10 minutes," a voice in an intercom announced. Naomi panicked.
"Ooh. I have to get my makeup on!" she moaned helplessly. She looked into the mirror and put on black makeup for her whole face but her lips were coated in light pink lip-gloss.
"Now Nami, just relax when your music plays, okay?" Jeff said soothingly. Naomi nodded even though her nerves were jangling.
After what seemed like a millenium, Naomi's entrance music "You" started and she walked down the ramp.
"Making her way into the ring from Cameron, North Carolina, weighing 120 lbs., accompanied by Jeff Hardy, Naomi Williams!!!!"
That was her cue. Naomi walked around the ramp, shaking hands with the fans and waving around. She climbed into the ring and watched her entrance video. Once it died down, it was replaced by Ric Flair's entrance video.
"And walking down the ramp from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 243 lbs., accompanied by Triple H, Ric Flair!!!!"
Naomi waited till the referee began his cue for the two of them to start. When they did, Ric had gained control of the match first. He began his Knife-Edge Chop on Naomi, forcing her backwards and onto the turnbuckle. Then, Naomi retaliated with a punch to his jaw, now forcing him backwards. She stepped back and tried to do the Spear but hit the steel instead. Ric controlled the ring again and dragged her towards the turnbuckle again, doing the Chop. He pulled Naomi and pushed her to the ropes but instead of moving forwards, she held on and Ric had bent down his guard down. She kicked his groin and forced him to stand. She pulled him and pushed him towards the ropes, causing him to bounce back at her. She kicked his groin again and grabbed his head, pulling him down with her. This caused his face to hit the ring unexpectedly. Seeing her advantage, Naomi did the three count. 1-2-shoulder up!
Furious, Naomi punched him in the face and kicked his stomach and finally performing a dropkick on him. She climbed onto the top tope, waiting for him to stand and did a hurricarana, which she called, Fast and Furious. She did the three count. 1-2-3! She'd won!
"And here's your winner, Naomi Williams!" Lilian Garcia announced. The referee raised her arm as the winner.
Unfortunately, Triple H chose the moment to attack her. It went as a series of catfight before referees separated them. Jeff led her backstage as her music played.
"Omigod! Paul, that was awesome! Thanks for really playing the part!" Naomi exclaimed, hugging Paul as he appeared backstage with Ric Flair.
"No problem, always glad to be of service," Paul grinned. Naomi noticed that Ric Flair did have some bruises.
"Hey Ric. do those hurt really bad?" Naomi asked gingerly.
"Nami! You could've killed me out there! You were murderous!" Ric exclaimed.
"But you're supposed to act that way, to make it realistic!" Naomi retorted defensively.
"Okay, Ric, relax, she's still new to this game," Paul tried to comfort Ric.
"Sorry," Naomi mumbled before going to the divas' locker room, after depositing Jeff at the guys' locker room.
The minute she opened the door, every diva rushed at her.
"Nami! You were fabulous out there!" Trish squealed, hugging her.
"Good match, Nami, fabulous job," Amy congratulated her.
"Thanks guys but I need a rest, I'm exhausted," Naomi managed a small smile before collapsing on the couch.
"Hey, you wanna celebrate or something?" Nora asked.
"Yeah, let's celebrate!" Trish said.
"But I-," Naomi protested.
"No buts, young lady, we're celebrating and we're bringing the guys along. Come on, little missy," Amy ordered. Naomi reluctantly got up and joined the divas outside the locker room.
A/N: Okay! End of story! I had a slight writer's block if ya didn't notice. If this sounded lame, I apologize. I'm having a writer's block right now. The next chapter is Jeff' part so I'll have to dig out my ideas and paste them there. Review, okay?