A/N: After much thinking, I decided that this would be.a MIXED part! Yes
people, this would turn to different people. E.g. Naomi's, Jeff's, Trish's.
Ya get my drift?
"Oh Mr Bischoff." Naomi called as she walked into the RAW GM's office.
"What can I do for you, Naomi?" Eric asked distractedly.
"Wellll, I was wondering if I could referee a match tonight," Naomi asked, twiddling her thumbs absent-mindedly.
"You know what, Naomi? Just pick any match you want. And leave me alone, ok?" Eric said, sighing.
"Oh really? Thank you!" Naomi squealed and ran off happily.
"Good she's hyper today. I just hope she doesn't injure herself again," Eric muttered to himself.
"Hey Nami! Someone sure is looking happy today," Andrew commented as Naomi burst into the Divas' locker room.
"Yeah, Eric gave me a- Hey, what are you doing here, Martin?" Naomi asked suspiciously.
"He's with me, Nami. Don't worry, we'll leave soon. C'mon Andrew," Stacy's face appeared behind an open locker.
"See ya, Nami!" the two lovers chorused together as they left the room. As soon as the two had left, Naomi headed for her locker.
"Let's see, what to wear for a nice referee match?" she asked herself. Then, she spotted a pink tube top that would go perfectly with her black cargo pants.
"Perfect," she whispered, holding up her clothes. Feeling satisfied she went to take a shower before her refereeing match.
"Knock, knock," Jeff said behind the closed locker room door. When he got no reply, he opened the door silently. The room was empty, just as he thought. He was about to close the door when he heard the sound of water hitting the floor somewhere at the back of the spacious locker room. (A/N: I have absolutely NO idea how the real locker room looks like. I'm just guessing.)
"Hello, anyone there?" Jeff called.
"Whaddaya want, Jeff?" an all too familiar voice yelled from the showers.
"It's amazing this girl can hear even over the blast of the water." Jeff mused.
"Uh. nothing!" Jeff called back.
"What!? Hold on, I'll be right there!" Naomi shouted. The sound of water stopped suddenly and a still wet Naomi walked out to the main locker room.
"Uh, hi Nami," Jeff said uneasily. The brunette snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Did someone die, Jeff, that was so important until you had to interrupt a Queen's shower?" Naomi asked sarcastically.
"Well, no, nothing important. Actually I wanted to confirm if you were actually gonna referee Rob Van Dam's match against Ric Flair," Jeff rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, yes, fortunately. But, I have to get ready now. If you wanna talk to me, just say what ya want while I change," Naomi said pointedly.
"I'll stay, I wanna ask you some more questions anyway," Jeff opted for the 'Stay' option.
"Fine, but no peeking or you'll get a dose of Willies," Naomi warned. Jeff hummed, not really meaning what he said.
"So who're ya gonna support? Are you going to be like Stacy Keibler when she refereed Test vs. D-Lo Brown? She did a fast 1-2-3 count for Test the last time," Jeff asked.
"Well, you have to see for yourself. Meanwhile, how do I look?" Naomi asked, emerging from behind the opaque screen. Jeff whistled to show his admiration and praise.
"Thanks!" she exclaimed, hugging him and cutting his oxygen supply.
"Naomi, we need you at the curtains in 5 minutes time," the voice in the intercom announced.
"Hmm. I need to touch up," Naomi mused. Jeff merely stared as she put on some light blue eyeshadow and lip-gloss. After a slight brush of her blush, she was ready.
"Wish me luck, ok?" she kissed Jeff's cheek and ran out of the door.
"Hey Nami, good luck refereeing. Just try not to get hurt," Rob Van Dam patted her shoulder.
"Thanks Rob," Naomi smiled. Still, the butterflies in her stomach started to do a mean jitterbug in her stomach, then a conga line. Her entrance video, 'Round Round' from Sugarbabes, hit and she walked down the ramp. (Q/A/N: Naomi's entrance music changed.)
"Entering the ring from Cameron, North Carolina, as the Special Guest Referee and weighing 190 pounds, Naomi Williams!!!" Lillian Garcia announced. Naomi waved to her fans cheerfully. After her music had faded, Rob Van Dam's music hit the arena.
"The challenger, from Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing 220 pounds, Rob Van Dam!!!" Lillian announced. The crowd went wild and Naomi smiled. Rob and her shared a special high five and she smiled. Ric Flair's music hit and Ric came out.
"His opponent, from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 289 pounds, Ric Flair!" Lillian said and went out of the ring.
Naomi waited till the two wrestlers got ready before she started.
"Now I want fair play, you guys. No dirty stuff, ok?" Naomi asked the two men. Both nodded solemnly. Feeling worried and nervous, Naomi opened the ring to them. It was damn exciting. First, Rob had the upper hand, punching and kicking Flair to his advantage. But after Flair kicked Rob's left leg, the latter lost his confidence.
"Come on, Rob!" Naomi shouted. Then, Flair did the three counts. Naomi smiled secretively and did a slow count. 1-2-shoulder up! Thanks to Naomi's stall, Rob could kick out. Flair was furious.
"How could you slow the count?" Flair demanded.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! I'm the referee here, okay!? I do it however I want!" Naomi yelled at him angrily. This gave Rob the time to recover from his injuries and attack Flair. After doing a superb Rolling Thunder, he was ready for the three counts. Wanting things to be faster, Naomi did fast three counts. 1-2-3! Rob had won!
"And here's your winner, ROB VAN DAM!!!" Lillian announced. Flair advanced on Naomi.
"What did you do!?" Flair yelled at her.
"I did what was right! He won fair and square!" Naomi yelled back.
"Damn you, bitch!" Flair snarled and starting hitting Naomi. Furious, the enraged girl fought back. Rob was gone. He'd left her with Ric Flair. After finally cornering Flair, she did her Arrowhead (also known as Spear). She still wasn't happy and did a German Suplex on him. Naomi looked at the crumpled Ric Flair, feeling satisfied. She backed away, but unexpectedly crashed into someone tall and heavy.
"Who-?" her question was answered when she turned. It was Triple H.
Just don't hurt her, just don't hurt her, Triple H's mind was wary of the interference Eric had told him to do. The brunette in front him tried to run but Triple H blocked her way.
"Where do you think you're going?" he growled. Ric advanced towards the girl's back. Naomi was too afraid and trembling and didn't realize that Flair was behind her. Instantly, Flair's arms wrapped around the girl's waist and performed a good suplex.
"She's all yours," Ric pushed the weak girl to Triple H. Grinning maniacally, he forced her head between his thighs and pinned her arms behind her back, doing his Pedigree.
"OH! Tripe H has totally gone bonked out and attacked the Special Guest Referee. Wait! Here comes Kane!"
Suddenly, Triple H was punched at the back painfully. Ric scrambled and Naomi lied down on the floor, pressing her jaw. Triple H could see Kane helping the girl up and walking up the ramp. Kane's music hit and the duo left Triple H and Ric to themselves.
A/N: Huh? How did I pull that off? Is it too lame? FEEDBACK!!! Okay, Q/A/N means Quick Author Note, okay? Now, PLEASE REVIEW! I need your opinions! And, I hope this was OK.
"Oh Mr Bischoff." Naomi called as she walked into the RAW GM's office.
"What can I do for you, Naomi?" Eric asked distractedly.
"Wellll, I was wondering if I could referee a match tonight," Naomi asked, twiddling her thumbs absent-mindedly.
"You know what, Naomi? Just pick any match you want. And leave me alone, ok?" Eric said, sighing.
"Oh really? Thank you!" Naomi squealed and ran off happily.
"Good she's hyper today. I just hope she doesn't injure herself again," Eric muttered to himself.
"Hey Nami! Someone sure is looking happy today," Andrew commented as Naomi burst into the Divas' locker room.
"Yeah, Eric gave me a- Hey, what are you doing here, Martin?" Naomi asked suspiciously.
"He's with me, Nami. Don't worry, we'll leave soon. C'mon Andrew," Stacy's face appeared behind an open locker.
"See ya, Nami!" the two lovers chorused together as they left the room. As soon as the two had left, Naomi headed for her locker.
"Let's see, what to wear for a nice referee match?" she asked herself. Then, she spotted a pink tube top that would go perfectly with her black cargo pants.
"Perfect," she whispered, holding up her clothes. Feeling satisfied she went to take a shower before her refereeing match.
"Knock, knock," Jeff said behind the closed locker room door. When he got no reply, he opened the door silently. The room was empty, just as he thought. He was about to close the door when he heard the sound of water hitting the floor somewhere at the back of the spacious locker room. (A/N: I have absolutely NO idea how the real locker room looks like. I'm just guessing.)
"Hello, anyone there?" Jeff called.
"Whaddaya want, Jeff?" an all too familiar voice yelled from the showers.
"It's amazing this girl can hear even over the blast of the water." Jeff mused.
"Uh. nothing!" Jeff called back.
"What!? Hold on, I'll be right there!" Naomi shouted. The sound of water stopped suddenly and a still wet Naomi walked out to the main locker room.
"Uh, hi Nami," Jeff said uneasily. The brunette snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Did someone die, Jeff, that was so important until you had to interrupt a Queen's shower?" Naomi asked sarcastically.
"Well, no, nothing important. Actually I wanted to confirm if you were actually gonna referee Rob Van Dam's match against Ric Flair," Jeff rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, yes, fortunately. But, I have to get ready now. If you wanna talk to me, just say what ya want while I change," Naomi said pointedly.
"I'll stay, I wanna ask you some more questions anyway," Jeff opted for the 'Stay' option.
"Fine, but no peeking or you'll get a dose of Willies," Naomi warned. Jeff hummed, not really meaning what he said.
"So who're ya gonna support? Are you going to be like Stacy Keibler when she refereed Test vs. D-Lo Brown? She did a fast 1-2-3 count for Test the last time," Jeff asked.
"Well, you have to see for yourself. Meanwhile, how do I look?" Naomi asked, emerging from behind the opaque screen. Jeff whistled to show his admiration and praise.
"Thanks!" she exclaimed, hugging him and cutting his oxygen supply.
"Naomi, we need you at the curtains in 5 minutes time," the voice in the intercom announced.
"Hmm. I need to touch up," Naomi mused. Jeff merely stared as she put on some light blue eyeshadow and lip-gloss. After a slight brush of her blush, she was ready.
"Wish me luck, ok?" she kissed Jeff's cheek and ran out of the door.
"Hey Nami, good luck refereeing. Just try not to get hurt," Rob Van Dam patted her shoulder.
"Thanks Rob," Naomi smiled. Still, the butterflies in her stomach started to do a mean jitterbug in her stomach, then a conga line. Her entrance video, 'Round Round' from Sugarbabes, hit and she walked down the ramp. (Q/A/N: Naomi's entrance music changed.)
"Entering the ring from Cameron, North Carolina, as the Special Guest Referee and weighing 190 pounds, Naomi Williams!!!" Lillian Garcia announced. Naomi waved to her fans cheerfully. After her music had faded, Rob Van Dam's music hit the arena.
"The challenger, from Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing 220 pounds, Rob Van Dam!!!" Lillian announced. The crowd went wild and Naomi smiled. Rob and her shared a special high five and she smiled. Ric Flair's music hit and Ric came out.
"His opponent, from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 289 pounds, Ric Flair!" Lillian said and went out of the ring.
Naomi waited till the two wrestlers got ready before she started.
"Now I want fair play, you guys. No dirty stuff, ok?" Naomi asked the two men. Both nodded solemnly. Feeling worried and nervous, Naomi opened the ring to them. It was damn exciting. First, Rob had the upper hand, punching and kicking Flair to his advantage. But after Flair kicked Rob's left leg, the latter lost his confidence.
"Come on, Rob!" Naomi shouted. Then, Flair did the three counts. Naomi smiled secretively and did a slow count. 1-2-shoulder up! Thanks to Naomi's stall, Rob could kick out. Flair was furious.
"How could you slow the count?" Flair demanded.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! I'm the referee here, okay!? I do it however I want!" Naomi yelled at him angrily. This gave Rob the time to recover from his injuries and attack Flair. After doing a superb Rolling Thunder, he was ready for the three counts. Wanting things to be faster, Naomi did fast three counts. 1-2-3! Rob had won!
"And here's your winner, ROB VAN DAM!!!" Lillian announced. Flair advanced on Naomi.
"What did you do!?" Flair yelled at her.
"I did what was right! He won fair and square!" Naomi yelled back.
"Damn you, bitch!" Flair snarled and starting hitting Naomi. Furious, the enraged girl fought back. Rob was gone. He'd left her with Ric Flair. After finally cornering Flair, she did her Arrowhead (also known as Spear). She still wasn't happy and did a German Suplex on him. Naomi looked at the crumpled Ric Flair, feeling satisfied. She backed away, but unexpectedly crashed into someone tall and heavy.
"Who-?" her question was answered when she turned. It was Triple H.
Just don't hurt her, just don't hurt her, Triple H's mind was wary of the interference Eric had told him to do. The brunette in front him tried to run but Triple H blocked her way.
"Where do you think you're going?" he growled. Ric advanced towards the girl's back. Naomi was too afraid and trembling and didn't realize that Flair was behind her. Instantly, Flair's arms wrapped around the girl's waist and performed a good suplex.
"She's all yours," Ric pushed the weak girl to Triple H. Grinning maniacally, he forced her head between his thighs and pinned her arms behind her back, doing his Pedigree.
"OH! Tripe H has totally gone bonked out and attacked the Special Guest Referee. Wait! Here comes Kane!"
Suddenly, Triple H was punched at the back painfully. Ric scrambled and Naomi lied down on the floor, pressing her jaw. Triple H could see Kane helping the girl up and walking up the ramp. Kane's music hit and the duo left Triple H and Ric to themselves.
A/N: Huh? How did I pull that off? Is it too lame? FEEDBACK!!! Okay, Q/A/N means Quick Author Note, okay? Now, PLEASE REVIEW! I need your opinions! And, I hope this was OK.