"Hey, girl! Where have ya been?" Ivory asked as Daffney walked up to her from the general direction of the men's locker room area. "Been checkin' out the hotties?"
Daffney shook her head and chuckled slightly, "no... haven't seen any so far..."
"Aw, come on! Ya gotta loosen up a bit, hun! You're acting way too shy to be a diva!" the always-bubbly brunette informed Daffney, throwing an arm around the darker-haired woman's shoulders. "I'll have to start introducing you to some of the guys and girls after your match is over. Most of 'em are pretty nice... and I stress the word 'most'."
"Who's not nice?" Daffney inquired, though she was pretty sure she already knew at least one person who would be on that list.
"Hmmm... Lita's not as nice as she seems on television... Hunter's an ass, but that shouldn't surprise you..." Ivory said, just trying to name people off the top of her head that she knew Daffney had probably seen on television. Suddenly, a name popped into her head, "Oh! If you can, avoid...
"Hey, Ivory!" a rough, yet happy voice shouted suddenly. The short brunette cringed slightly as the familiar sound reached her ears. It was him. The one person she had tried to avoid for her WWF career after the Right to Censor disbanded not so very long ago. Stevie Richards.
"Whatcha been up to?" Stevie asked, slinging an arm around Ivory's shoulder in much the same way the female wrestler had her arm slung around Daffney's shoulder, though she moved her arm away from the raven-haired diva so she could slightly inch away from Stevie.
"Um... nothing," Ivory answered, for once being a bit quiet. "I've just been working."
"Oh... well that's cool!" Stevie replied with a smile. "I haven't had much time to talk to you since the RTC broke up and... well, I always really enjoyed your company."
"Yeah, that's nice, Stevie. Maybe we can get together some time... later. Much, much later," Ivory informed him, still trying to get as far away from the psychotic wrestler as possible.
"Sounds good to me," he agreed giddily. He then turned his attention to Daffney, who now found herself standing between Stevie and Ivory after Ivory had made her way further and further away from Stevie. A look of slight confusion replaced his goofy grin. "What's your name?"
"I'm Daffney," she answered with a small smile.
"Oh! I think I've heard of you..." Stevie said, then paused to think for a moment. "You're that crazy wrestler from WCW, right?"
"Yep, that was me," she confirmed, much to the male wrestler's delight.
"You were awesome!" Stevie shouted with joy. "You're so much cooler than those other girls. I liked your shirts with the writing on them, too... those were really cool."
Daffney blushed a bit, surprised that anyone in the WWE locker room was a fan of hers. Then again, from what she had heard of him, Stevie Richards also had a history as a bit of a 'psycho' wrestler. She had seen a few tapes with him on them, but had never seen enough to make a good judgment of his abilities, though she had heard on more than once occasion that he was killer on the microphone.
"Maybe we could team up some time!" Stevie suggested suddenly, a notable enthusiasm in his voice. "I think it'd work out pretty well... plus, I could help ya with your hardcore wrestling and everything. It could be a lot of fun!"
"Sure!" Daffney replied, tossing that idea around in her head. It certainly couldn't hurt to have a partner once in awhile, and Stevie didn't seem as bad as Ivory had almost made him out to be.
"Well, Stevie, it's been great talking to ya, but Daff and I really need to be going," Ivory interjected, trying to break up their little conversation so that she could get away from her former partner.
"Yeah, okay! I'll see you guys later!" Stevie said, nodding his head, before walking off. He waved exuberantly as he walked off, causing Daffney to laugh a bit as Ivory let out a sigh of relief.
"He's a bit energetic," Daffney commented.
"Psh," Ivory sighed. "Ya don't know the half of it, Daff. The man is a complete loon, like I was trying to tell ya a moment ago. A good wrestler, yes, but mentally stable... definitely not."
"Seems like a nice guy to me," the taller wrestler added on, to which Ivory just waved a hand as if to dismiss the idea. Daffney couldn't quite figure out what was going on between these two and she had no idea what the RTC thing was that Stevie had referred to. She would have to ask Ivory about it later.
Then, a thought came to her mind about someone she had meant to ask Ivory about earlier, "what about Raven?"
Ivory looked at Daffney with confusion slightly drawn on her face, "what about him? He's self-absorbed, aloof, overly-intelligent, depressed, hot-tempered... do ya need anymore descriptive words or do ya get the picture now?"
"I think I get it," Daffney answered with a nod. "So there's nothing good about him?"
The brunette thought for a moment, then lightly shook her head from side to side as if she was thinking about something, "well, he's a pretty good wrestler... very good on the microphone... he's just keeps to himself too much for my liking. Oh, and whatever ya do, DON'T mention him around Stevie. That usually doesn't lead to good things."
"Why not?" Daffney asked. She had no idea that the two wrestlers had even met, let alone had a history together.
"I'm not one to go in to details," Ivory replied with a shrug, "all I can really say for certain is that they used to be really good friends and I guess they didn't part on good terms. Actually, it seems they parted on absolutely awful terms if ya hear Stevie talk about it."
"Hm... well, I'm sure there must be something good about him," Daffney commented.
"Well as soon as you figure out what that is, tell me about it," Ivory said with a laugh. "Now come on, you've got a match to wrestle!"
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Author's Note: Hope that was good enough for you guys. I know it could've been better, but I'm just taking this one step at a time. :-) Hope ya enjoyed it!
Daffney shook her head and chuckled slightly, "no... haven't seen any so far..."
"Aw, come on! Ya gotta loosen up a bit, hun! You're acting way too shy to be a diva!" the always-bubbly brunette informed Daffney, throwing an arm around the darker-haired woman's shoulders. "I'll have to start introducing you to some of the guys and girls after your match is over. Most of 'em are pretty nice... and I stress the word 'most'."
"Who's not nice?" Daffney inquired, though she was pretty sure she already knew at least one person who would be on that list.
"Hmmm... Lita's not as nice as she seems on television... Hunter's an ass, but that shouldn't surprise you..." Ivory said, just trying to name people off the top of her head that she knew Daffney had probably seen on television. Suddenly, a name popped into her head, "Oh! If you can, avoid...
"Hey, Ivory!" a rough, yet happy voice shouted suddenly. The short brunette cringed slightly as the familiar sound reached her ears. It was him. The one person she had tried to avoid for her WWF career after the Right to Censor disbanded not so very long ago. Stevie Richards.
"Whatcha been up to?" Stevie asked, slinging an arm around Ivory's shoulder in much the same way the female wrestler had her arm slung around Daffney's shoulder, though she moved her arm away from the raven-haired diva so she could slightly inch away from Stevie.
"Um... nothing," Ivory answered, for once being a bit quiet. "I've just been working."
"Oh... well that's cool!" Stevie replied with a smile. "I haven't had much time to talk to you since the RTC broke up and... well, I always really enjoyed your company."
"Yeah, that's nice, Stevie. Maybe we can get together some time... later. Much, much later," Ivory informed him, still trying to get as far away from the psychotic wrestler as possible.
"Sounds good to me," he agreed giddily. He then turned his attention to Daffney, who now found herself standing between Stevie and Ivory after Ivory had made her way further and further away from Stevie. A look of slight confusion replaced his goofy grin. "What's your name?"
"I'm Daffney," she answered with a small smile.
"Oh! I think I've heard of you..." Stevie said, then paused to think for a moment. "You're that crazy wrestler from WCW, right?"
"Yep, that was me," she confirmed, much to the male wrestler's delight.
"You were awesome!" Stevie shouted with joy. "You're so much cooler than those other girls. I liked your shirts with the writing on them, too... those were really cool."
Daffney blushed a bit, surprised that anyone in the WWE locker room was a fan of hers. Then again, from what she had heard of him, Stevie Richards also had a history as a bit of a 'psycho' wrestler. She had seen a few tapes with him on them, but had never seen enough to make a good judgment of his abilities, though she had heard on more than once occasion that he was killer on the microphone.
"Maybe we could team up some time!" Stevie suggested suddenly, a notable enthusiasm in his voice. "I think it'd work out pretty well... plus, I could help ya with your hardcore wrestling and everything. It could be a lot of fun!"
"Sure!" Daffney replied, tossing that idea around in her head. It certainly couldn't hurt to have a partner once in awhile, and Stevie didn't seem as bad as Ivory had almost made him out to be.
"Well, Stevie, it's been great talking to ya, but Daff and I really need to be going," Ivory interjected, trying to break up their little conversation so that she could get away from her former partner.
"Yeah, okay! I'll see you guys later!" Stevie said, nodding his head, before walking off. He waved exuberantly as he walked off, causing Daffney to laugh a bit as Ivory let out a sigh of relief.
"He's a bit energetic," Daffney commented.
"Psh," Ivory sighed. "Ya don't know the half of it, Daff. The man is a complete loon, like I was trying to tell ya a moment ago. A good wrestler, yes, but mentally stable... definitely not."
"Seems like a nice guy to me," the taller wrestler added on, to which Ivory just waved a hand as if to dismiss the idea. Daffney couldn't quite figure out what was going on between these two and she had no idea what the RTC thing was that Stevie had referred to. She would have to ask Ivory about it later.
Then, a thought came to her mind about someone she had meant to ask Ivory about earlier, "what about Raven?"
Ivory looked at Daffney with confusion slightly drawn on her face, "what about him? He's self-absorbed, aloof, overly-intelligent, depressed, hot-tempered... do ya need anymore descriptive words or do ya get the picture now?"
"I think I get it," Daffney answered with a nod. "So there's nothing good about him?"
The brunette thought for a moment, then lightly shook her head from side to side as if she was thinking about something, "well, he's a pretty good wrestler... very good on the microphone... he's just keeps to himself too much for my liking. Oh, and whatever ya do, DON'T mention him around Stevie. That usually doesn't lead to good things."
"Why not?" Daffney asked. She had no idea that the two wrestlers had even met, let alone had a history together.
"I'm not one to go in to details," Ivory replied with a shrug, "all I can really say for certain is that they used to be really good friends and I guess they didn't part on good terms. Actually, it seems they parted on absolutely awful terms if ya hear Stevie talk about it."
"Hm... well, I'm sure there must be something good about him," Daffney commented.
"Well as soon as you figure out what that is, tell me about it," Ivory said with a laugh. "Now come on, you've got a match to wrestle!"
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Author's Note: Hope that was good enough for you guys. I know it could've been better, but I'm just taking this one step at a time. :-) Hope ya enjoyed it!