Just a short little story I had to write to get rid of some writer's block.
I don't know if it's any good, you can decide that for yourselves!
~*Inside the locker room*~
"What do you guys think about this one?"
There were critical glances as they each examined the dog-eared picture from the magazine. The blonde hair, blue eyes, nice chest, it was the complete package; anyone's dream.
"I don't really go for the ones with blue eyes?" was one of the comments from around the circle. "I think that brown eyes really does it for me."
"Absolutely! Although sometimes it's the ones with green eyes."
"Who really cares about eyes when they have a chest like that?"
"I agree."
"Wait, wait. This comment from someone who is the self-proclaimed ass-"
"I'd advise you to not finish that sentence if you know what's good for you."
"Sorry. Just stating the obvious."
"Honestly, and I know you're all gonna smack me. But I think that the chest is too big."
"You like them little?"
"So? What's wrong with that? I don't like it if the chest is too big. It gets in the way, if you know what I'm talking about."
"Wait! I don't know what you're talking about."
"Then you really don't deserve to be here, now do you?"
Sigh. "I don't care what you guys think but I still sweat someone like this. There's just something about the blonde hair, blue eyes combo."
"I like them dark, like that one." points to another person right next to the first. "Now that to me is sexy."
"I guess for me too. Although a nice little combo couldn't hurt anyone."
"Ain't that the truth."
"Do any of you think that anybody else would waste their time before the show reading a magazine and pointing out people who, despite the fact we see them every day, we wouldn't mind, for a lack of better terms, doing?"
"No, but it's not like there's anything wrong with doing that. Just having some harmless fun."
"Ah, you guys are all giving me a headache, you know that right?"
"Who cares? Nobody told you to come in here and join us."
"You're all pathetic. I mean look at them. They're all gorgeous so of course they're going to be taken." picks up the magazine and flips to the centerfold. "Look! There's no way that one would ever go out with any of you."
"But there's no harm in dreaming."
Heavy sigh. "No, definitely not."
Nudge. "So if you had the choice, which one would you go for?"
"That one I guess." points to the largest picture on the page. "I would not mind getting with that one."
"Hold on! Look at the legs though. Not too skinny, just perfect. The most perfect specimen on the face of the earth is right there." Holds up the worn-out looking magazine and gestures to one of the photos. "I would not mind spending a night with him."
Him?
~*Outside the locker room*~
"Does anyone know who she's talking about?" Edge asked frantically. "Whoever it is she wants to spend a night with him."
"We have to get that magazine and find out!" Kurt added, borderline shrilly.
Jeff Hardy got on the floor and pulled a spoon from his pocket. He ignored the questioning looks from the rest of the guys and angled it under the door, trying to find something out. "I can't really get anything, except, I think I see Stacy and she's taking off her shirt or-"
"Let me see!" The Hurricane announced, diving to the ground next to Jeff. He had just wrestled the spoon from Jeff when he was lifted off the ground, away from the vision.
"Hurri-ass, you better calm the hell down." Test growled, holding him up by the shirt collar. He glared at the wannabe superhero. "She's mine. If anybody's gonna see her with her shirt off it's gonna be me." He dropped the Hurricane unceremoniously on the ground and wrenched the spoon away from Jeff, who began inching back to the bottom of the floor. "You too Hardy."
The crowd parted as Jericho skidded to a stop in front of the door. "I have a cup." He said proudly, holding up said object.
"What's that gonna do?" Triple H asked curiously, pushing past John Cena to get a better view.
"We should be able to hear what they're saying." Jericho announced, pressing his ear up against the drinking glass.
"So what are you guys doing?" A female voice asked lazily as she approached the group of guys listening to the conversation in the locker room. "None of you have matches to prepare for?" They all turned around to face the General Manager of Smackdown, Stephanie McMahon.
"We were just listening to their conversation." Edge answered truthfully.
"If they intended on you guys to listen, the door wouldn't be closed." Stephanie replied, with a smirk, knocking on the door lightly. She opened the door a little bit and slid into the room, not letting the guys see anything.
About five minutes later she exited the room with a smirk on her face. She shut the door firmly behind her and turned to the conglomerate of RAW and Smackdown superstars. "Before you guys ask anything, don't flatter yourselves. It isn't any of you guys they wanna sleep with." She walked away and smirked to herself as she imagined the confused looks on their faces.
*~*~*~*
Trish grinned and nodded as she studied the glossy photo of HBK, Shawn Michaels. "He's gorgeous." She sighed.
"Doesn't he have a wife and son or something?" Lita questioned after Stephanie had left the room.
"So." Stacy countered. "He is the epitome of what a man is supposed to be like. The personality." She began, ticking off the reasons on her fingers. "Then there's his body and his hair-"
"His eyes." Torrie continued. "The way he carries himself-"
"Even the arrogance." Trish added with a grin. She sighed and pretended to faint, counting on Stacy to hold her up.
She did and fanned the other blondes face and all of the girls looked up, as there was a knock on the door. "Who's there?" She asked, pushing Trish to sit up for herself.
There was no response and the door slowly swung open.
"I heard from a little birdie that one of you girls needed to talk to me?" Shawn Michaels asked, one of his patented smiles spread across his face as he surveyed the divas that were lounged around the room.
"Did Stephanie tell you to come in here?" Trish asked boldly.
He nodded lazily and sat down next to her, draping his arm around her shoulder. "Was it you Miss Stratus? Not that you really need direction, I think you're doing terrific on your own."
All she could do was nod dreamily as he motioned towards Torrie. "Or Torrie Dear, do you need help trying to figure out what to do with that witch Dawn Marie." He lowered his voice. "Not that there's any competition between the two of you." He stood up and looked around the room once more. "Any more of you lovely ladies need my advice?"
Stacy fought the urge to raise her hand and he shrugged his shoulders lightly before turning and leaving the room. "If you ever need me you know where to find me." He called over his shoulder before shutting the door.
"I love him." Lita swooned, putting her hand over her heart. "You guys are so lucky. He touched your shoulder and called you beautiful. I am so jealous."
"He did call me beautiful." Torrie realized, staring dreamily off into space.
"And you're already engaged." Trish pointed out all too quickly. "So leave him alone for people, like me." She grinned.
Stacy let out a heavy sigh. "I wish I wasn't going out with Andrew. I would be after him so quickly. And who can resist me?" She added, getting off the bench and spinning around to showcase herself.
"Absolutely no one." Lita laughed. "That's kinda the problem."
Torrie kept quiet as the other four were joking around and silently ripped the picture from the magazine. She grabbed a couple of pieces of tape and stuck the photo to the back of the door so his smiling face was towards all of them.
They immediately got quiet and all kind of stared at the picture as if it were sacred. They all sighed at the same time and laughed at their childish behavior.
"Come on guys." Stacy said suddenly, getting up off the chair and pulling her bag towards her. "We are grown women and we should not be fantasizing about some guy who already has his own family. Am I right?" Torrie and Lita nodded, so that satisfied her enough.
Trish glanced at the photo once more before pulling the cowboy hat from her bag. "But there's no harm in looking." She said under her breath, grinning as she felt her shoulder tingle where he had touched it. "Good Lord, I feel like I'm twelve again."
~*Inside the locker room*~
"What do you guys think about this one?"
There were critical glances as they each examined the dog-eared picture from the magazine. The blonde hair, blue eyes, nice chest, it was the complete package; anyone's dream.
"I don't really go for the ones with blue eyes?" was one of the comments from around the circle. "I think that brown eyes really does it for me."
"Absolutely! Although sometimes it's the ones with green eyes."
"Who really cares about eyes when they have a chest like that?"
"I agree."
"Wait, wait. This comment from someone who is the self-proclaimed ass-"
"I'd advise you to not finish that sentence if you know what's good for you."
"Sorry. Just stating the obvious."
"Honestly, and I know you're all gonna smack me. But I think that the chest is too big."
"You like them little?"
"So? What's wrong with that? I don't like it if the chest is too big. It gets in the way, if you know what I'm talking about."
"Wait! I don't know what you're talking about."
"Then you really don't deserve to be here, now do you?"
Sigh. "I don't care what you guys think but I still sweat someone like this. There's just something about the blonde hair, blue eyes combo."
"I like them dark, like that one." points to another person right next to the first. "Now that to me is sexy."
"I guess for me too. Although a nice little combo couldn't hurt anyone."
"Ain't that the truth."
"Do any of you think that anybody else would waste their time before the show reading a magazine and pointing out people who, despite the fact we see them every day, we wouldn't mind, for a lack of better terms, doing?"
"No, but it's not like there's anything wrong with doing that. Just having some harmless fun."
"Ah, you guys are all giving me a headache, you know that right?"
"Who cares? Nobody told you to come in here and join us."
"You're all pathetic. I mean look at them. They're all gorgeous so of course they're going to be taken." picks up the magazine and flips to the centerfold. "Look! There's no way that one would ever go out with any of you."
"But there's no harm in dreaming."
Heavy sigh. "No, definitely not."
Nudge. "So if you had the choice, which one would you go for?"
"That one I guess." points to the largest picture on the page. "I would not mind getting with that one."
"Hold on! Look at the legs though. Not too skinny, just perfect. The most perfect specimen on the face of the earth is right there." Holds up the worn-out looking magazine and gestures to one of the photos. "I would not mind spending a night with him."
Him?
~*Outside the locker room*~
"Does anyone know who she's talking about?" Edge asked frantically. "Whoever it is she wants to spend a night with him."
"We have to get that magazine and find out!" Kurt added, borderline shrilly.
Jeff Hardy got on the floor and pulled a spoon from his pocket. He ignored the questioning looks from the rest of the guys and angled it under the door, trying to find something out. "I can't really get anything, except, I think I see Stacy and she's taking off her shirt or-"
"Let me see!" The Hurricane announced, diving to the ground next to Jeff. He had just wrestled the spoon from Jeff when he was lifted off the ground, away from the vision.
"Hurri-ass, you better calm the hell down." Test growled, holding him up by the shirt collar. He glared at the wannabe superhero. "She's mine. If anybody's gonna see her with her shirt off it's gonna be me." He dropped the Hurricane unceremoniously on the ground and wrenched the spoon away from Jeff, who began inching back to the bottom of the floor. "You too Hardy."
The crowd parted as Jericho skidded to a stop in front of the door. "I have a cup." He said proudly, holding up said object.
"What's that gonna do?" Triple H asked curiously, pushing past John Cena to get a better view.
"We should be able to hear what they're saying." Jericho announced, pressing his ear up against the drinking glass.
"So what are you guys doing?" A female voice asked lazily as she approached the group of guys listening to the conversation in the locker room. "None of you have matches to prepare for?" They all turned around to face the General Manager of Smackdown, Stephanie McMahon.
"We were just listening to their conversation." Edge answered truthfully.
"If they intended on you guys to listen, the door wouldn't be closed." Stephanie replied, with a smirk, knocking on the door lightly. She opened the door a little bit and slid into the room, not letting the guys see anything.
About five minutes later she exited the room with a smirk on her face. She shut the door firmly behind her and turned to the conglomerate of RAW and Smackdown superstars. "Before you guys ask anything, don't flatter yourselves. It isn't any of you guys they wanna sleep with." She walked away and smirked to herself as she imagined the confused looks on their faces.
*~*~*~*
Trish grinned and nodded as she studied the glossy photo of HBK, Shawn Michaels. "He's gorgeous." She sighed.
"Doesn't he have a wife and son or something?" Lita questioned after Stephanie had left the room.
"So." Stacy countered. "He is the epitome of what a man is supposed to be like. The personality." She began, ticking off the reasons on her fingers. "Then there's his body and his hair-"
"His eyes." Torrie continued. "The way he carries himself-"
"Even the arrogance." Trish added with a grin. She sighed and pretended to faint, counting on Stacy to hold her up.
She did and fanned the other blondes face and all of the girls looked up, as there was a knock on the door. "Who's there?" She asked, pushing Trish to sit up for herself.
There was no response and the door slowly swung open.
"I heard from a little birdie that one of you girls needed to talk to me?" Shawn Michaels asked, one of his patented smiles spread across his face as he surveyed the divas that were lounged around the room.
"Did Stephanie tell you to come in here?" Trish asked boldly.
He nodded lazily and sat down next to her, draping his arm around her shoulder. "Was it you Miss Stratus? Not that you really need direction, I think you're doing terrific on your own."
All she could do was nod dreamily as he motioned towards Torrie. "Or Torrie Dear, do you need help trying to figure out what to do with that witch Dawn Marie." He lowered his voice. "Not that there's any competition between the two of you." He stood up and looked around the room once more. "Any more of you lovely ladies need my advice?"
Stacy fought the urge to raise her hand and he shrugged his shoulders lightly before turning and leaving the room. "If you ever need me you know where to find me." He called over his shoulder before shutting the door.
"I love him." Lita swooned, putting her hand over her heart. "You guys are so lucky. He touched your shoulder and called you beautiful. I am so jealous."
"He did call me beautiful." Torrie realized, staring dreamily off into space.
"And you're already engaged." Trish pointed out all too quickly. "So leave him alone for people, like me." She grinned.
Stacy let out a heavy sigh. "I wish I wasn't going out with Andrew. I would be after him so quickly. And who can resist me?" She added, getting off the bench and spinning around to showcase herself.
"Absolutely no one." Lita laughed. "That's kinda the problem."
Torrie kept quiet as the other four were joking around and silently ripped the picture from the magazine. She grabbed a couple of pieces of tape and stuck the photo to the back of the door so his smiling face was towards all of them.
They immediately got quiet and all kind of stared at the picture as if it were sacred. They all sighed at the same time and laughed at their childish behavior.
"Come on guys." Stacy said suddenly, getting up off the chair and pulling her bag towards her. "We are grown women and we should not be fantasizing about some guy who already has his own family. Am I right?" Torrie and Lita nodded, so that satisfied her enough.
Trish glanced at the photo once more before pulling the cowboy hat from her bag. "But there's no harm in looking." She said under her breath, grinning as she felt her shoulder tingle where he had touched it. "Good Lord, I feel like I'm twelve again."