I walked into the women's dressing room and saw Amy Dumas (Lita) sitting on
one of the wooden benches doing up her shoe.
"Hi, um, your Sam right?" she asked.
"Hi. Yeh, guilty, Lit - erm, Amy? Sorry," I answered
"Yea, it's ok, I get that all the time," she reassures. "How does it feel to be in the WWE?"
I gave her a confused look.
"Oh, Vince explained to us, me, Matt and Jeff," she said guessing by the look on my face that I didn't understand how she knew I was part of the WWE.
"Oh, it's good, and I kinda get to work with my brother, not sure if that's a good or bad thing though," I replied walking up to a big mirror that hung on one of the walls. I looked at my reflection and then walked over to the clothes section and tried to pick out an outfit.
"How'd you mean 'not sure if that's a good or bad thing'?" Amy asked, slightly confused.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just sometimes Mark can be really overprotective of me. It can be really annoying," I explained.
"Oh," she continued to mess with her shoe before saying, "I guess were gonna be team mates and feud, I hope you can keep up," she joked.
"Yeah I know. So how does it feel to have your tongue down Matt's throat and get paid for it?" I asked smiling.
She laughed. "Not a lot of people know this but we are going out off screen to."
I turned around to look at her, "you serious?" I asked.
"Yep. We went out when I was in ECW but broke up because we didn't get to spend as much time as both of us wanted together and when I came to the WWE we figured we'd have more time together and when the onscreen relationship came about we decided that we should give it another try."
I turned around looking at the clothes again, "he is cute though."
"Yep, and he's mine so get no ideas!" she joked wagging a finger at me.
I laughed as I finally picked up a pair of blue jeans and a black boob tube and tried them on. "How does this look?" I asked reappearing.
"You look great! You need a thong showing!" She joked. "Hey, if your gonna be in team xtreme you might as well dress a bit like me!"
I laughed, "yeah ok, but I'll leave it until I am actually officially in team xtreme."
There was a knock at the door. "What?" Amy asked.
"Damn, someone's in a bad mood," Matt said, popping his head around the door.
"Hey babe," Amy greeted.
"Can we come in?" Jeff called from behind Matt.
Amy laughed. She through me a questioning look, I nodded.
"Yeah!" she yelled. "Come in and I'm not in a bad mood," she defended.
Matt and Jeff both walked in. They were dressed in their ring clothes, baggy black cargo trousers. Matt had a tight black top and Jeff was wearing the Twist of Fate t-shirt, he had altered it slightly though, cutting it around the edges. Matt had his dark brown hair tied in a ponytail; a few strands had escaped while Jeff's rainbow hair was threaded through a hole in the back of a purple Hardy Boyz baseball cap.
"Hi, um . I've forgot you're name, sorry," Matt apologised.
"It's ok, it's Sam," I said turning around to look at them. "It's nice to meet you."
"Ditto," Matt replied shaking my hand.
"Hi," Jeff said.
"Hi," I said, smiling at him.
"So, your gonna join team xtreme?" Matt said trying to start a conversation.
"Yeah, that's what Vince said," I said pulling on some knee high boots, and then pulling my jeans down over them.
"That's cool," Jeff said joining in.
"Yeah but I don't think I'm any match for you guys. I'm going to have to get some serious practise in," I stated. This was true. I could only do basic moves and none of them were high flying because Mark and Glenn had taught me. The most highflying move Mark can do is 'old school'.
"If you wanna go to the gym I could help you out," Jeff offered.
"Thanks that would be great," I said agreeing.
"How about tomorrow? What hotel you staying in and I'll pick you up?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah sure . erm it's called the Timber Wood," I replied standing up.
"Oh, cool, I'm staying there. What room number?" Jeff asked.
"168," I replied.
"Ok, so I'll pick you up around 11-ish?"
"Yeah, cool. Thanks." I thanked.
"No probs," Jeff said smiling sweetly.
I looked at my watch it was 7.35. "I've got to go now, I'll see ya later." I walked out of the locked room checking in the mirror as I went past to make sure I was ok.
"Good luck," Amy called after me.
.::SmackDown Tapings::.
Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' started playing and the fans started booing as the Undertaker strode out from behind the curtain. He made his way down to the ring and waited the arrival of his opponent. Its Time to Play the Game started blaring from the speakers in the sold out arena and Triple H stepped out. The fans were going crazy cheering for him.
I was watching everything from backstage waiting for my queue to run out to the ring and hit Triple H "The Game" over the head with a steal chair.
I watched nervously as I saw Triple H take down the Undertaker with a drop kick and then setting him up for a pedigree.
"Go," a stagehand muttered to me handing me a steel chair.
I took the chair and ran down the ramp. I got to the ring just in time. Before Triple H could deliver the pedigree I whacked him with all my might with the steel chair and then clambered out of the ring.
"Wait a second," I heard Jim "JR" Ross say on commentary. "Who's this?" he questioned.
"I don't care," came Jerry "The King" Lawler's reply. "She's got puppies!"
"Do you ever think of anything else?" J.R asked.
"Yes, Stacey's Legs!" The King informed grinning.
J.R shook his head as the Dead Man delivered a choke slam to Triple H slamming his body off the mat and then covering him for the pin. The ref counted to 3 and I dived back in the ring holding the Undertaker's hand up as Triple H scampered from the ring like a scolded dog and ran back up the ramp. A look of confusion plastered across his face. Dead Man INC gestured for a microphone. "This is my sister! Sam!" he introduced me to the fans once a stagehand had handed him a microphone. The fans seemed to go silent not knowing what to say. Undertaker pulled me into a hug and then we exited the ring, Dead Man holding the rope for me.
"Hi, um, your Sam right?" she asked.
"Hi. Yeh, guilty, Lit - erm, Amy? Sorry," I answered
"Yea, it's ok, I get that all the time," she reassures. "How does it feel to be in the WWE?"
I gave her a confused look.
"Oh, Vince explained to us, me, Matt and Jeff," she said guessing by the look on my face that I didn't understand how she knew I was part of the WWE.
"Oh, it's good, and I kinda get to work with my brother, not sure if that's a good or bad thing though," I replied walking up to a big mirror that hung on one of the walls. I looked at my reflection and then walked over to the clothes section and tried to pick out an outfit.
"How'd you mean 'not sure if that's a good or bad thing'?" Amy asked, slightly confused.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just sometimes Mark can be really overprotective of me. It can be really annoying," I explained.
"Oh," she continued to mess with her shoe before saying, "I guess were gonna be team mates and feud, I hope you can keep up," she joked.
"Yeah I know. So how does it feel to have your tongue down Matt's throat and get paid for it?" I asked smiling.
She laughed. "Not a lot of people know this but we are going out off screen to."
I turned around to look at her, "you serious?" I asked.
"Yep. We went out when I was in ECW but broke up because we didn't get to spend as much time as both of us wanted together and when I came to the WWE we figured we'd have more time together and when the onscreen relationship came about we decided that we should give it another try."
I turned around looking at the clothes again, "he is cute though."
"Yep, and he's mine so get no ideas!" she joked wagging a finger at me.
I laughed as I finally picked up a pair of blue jeans and a black boob tube and tried them on. "How does this look?" I asked reappearing.
"You look great! You need a thong showing!" She joked. "Hey, if your gonna be in team xtreme you might as well dress a bit like me!"
I laughed, "yeah ok, but I'll leave it until I am actually officially in team xtreme."
There was a knock at the door. "What?" Amy asked.
"Damn, someone's in a bad mood," Matt said, popping his head around the door.
"Hey babe," Amy greeted.
"Can we come in?" Jeff called from behind Matt.
Amy laughed. She through me a questioning look, I nodded.
"Yeah!" she yelled. "Come in and I'm not in a bad mood," she defended.
Matt and Jeff both walked in. They were dressed in their ring clothes, baggy black cargo trousers. Matt had a tight black top and Jeff was wearing the Twist of Fate t-shirt, he had altered it slightly though, cutting it around the edges. Matt had his dark brown hair tied in a ponytail; a few strands had escaped while Jeff's rainbow hair was threaded through a hole in the back of a purple Hardy Boyz baseball cap.
"Hi, um . I've forgot you're name, sorry," Matt apologised.
"It's ok, it's Sam," I said turning around to look at them. "It's nice to meet you."
"Ditto," Matt replied shaking my hand.
"Hi," Jeff said.
"Hi," I said, smiling at him.
"So, your gonna join team xtreme?" Matt said trying to start a conversation.
"Yeah, that's what Vince said," I said pulling on some knee high boots, and then pulling my jeans down over them.
"That's cool," Jeff said joining in.
"Yeah but I don't think I'm any match for you guys. I'm going to have to get some serious practise in," I stated. This was true. I could only do basic moves and none of them were high flying because Mark and Glenn had taught me. The most highflying move Mark can do is 'old school'.
"If you wanna go to the gym I could help you out," Jeff offered.
"Thanks that would be great," I said agreeing.
"How about tomorrow? What hotel you staying in and I'll pick you up?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah sure . erm it's called the Timber Wood," I replied standing up.
"Oh, cool, I'm staying there. What room number?" Jeff asked.
"168," I replied.
"Ok, so I'll pick you up around 11-ish?"
"Yeah, cool. Thanks." I thanked.
"No probs," Jeff said smiling sweetly.
I looked at my watch it was 7.35. "I've got to go now, I'll see ya later." I walked out of the locked room checking in the mirror as I went past to make sure I was ok.
"Good luck," Amy called after me.
.::SmackDown Tapings::.
Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' started playing and the fans started booing as the Undertaker strode out from behind the curtain. He made his way down to the ring and waited the arrival of his opponent. Its Time to Play the Game started blaring from the speakers in the sold out arena and Triple H stepped out. The fans were going crazy cheering for him.
I was watching everything from backstage waiting for my queue to run out to the ring and hit Triple H "The Game" over the head with a steal chair.
I watched nervously as I saw Triple H take down the Undertaker with a drop kick and then setting him up for a pedigree.
"Go," a stagehand muttered to me handing me a steel chair.
I took the chair and ran down the ramp. I got to the ring just in time. Before Triple H could deliver the pedigree I whacked him with all my might with the steel chair and then clambered out of the ring.
"Wait a second," I heard Jim "JR" Ross say on commentary. "Who's this?" he questioned.
"I don't care," came Jerry "The King" Lawler's reply. "She's got puppies!"
"Do you ever think of anything else?" J.R asked.
"Yes, Stacey's Legs!" The King informed grinning.
J.R shook his head as the Dead Man delivered a choke slam to Triple H slamming his body off the mat and then covering him for the pin. The ref counted to 3 and I dived back in the ring holding the Undertaker's hand up as Triple H scampered from the ring like a scolded dog and ran back up the ramp. A look of confusion plastered across his face. Dead Man INC gestured for a microphone. "This is my sister! Sam!" he introduced me to the fans once a stagehand had handed him a microphone. The fans seemed to go silent not knowing what to say. Undertaker pulled me into a hug and then we exited the ring, Dead Man holding the rope for me.