Author's Note: I don't own anything. If I did, I'd be on a private island, sipping on some expensive drink that comes with one of those umbrella things. The only thing I own is the character of Alicia Owens aka Sprinkle.
Sprinkle had just gotten backstage and came to realization that half of the SmackDown! roster was staring at her. Her face began to grow as pink as her ballerina costume as she smiled and began walking to her locker room. She passed Torrie Wilson and Billy Gunn when she was going to her locker room. The two of them stared and whispered as she opened her door and walked in. "What the hell is up with her clothes?" Torrie asked, as Billy shrugged.
"How old is she? Five?" Billy joked, and Torrie Wilson let out a laugh. Spanky was about three feet away from the two of them, listening in on what they were saying. He wanted to jump infront of them and scream for making fun of her but, he couldn't. Billy was too big of a guy. He cringed as he remembered the time he had to face Brock Lesnar. Brock was a monster, tearing him apart. Spanky snapped back into reality and found himself in the hallways, alone. He wandered off to find something to do.
Inside her locker room, Sprinkle sat on her couch, twiddling her thumbs. She was bored now that she didn't have a match. Sprinkle laid her five-foot-one frame on the couch, looking up at the plain, white, and boring ceiling. What a drag this was. She was kind of bummed that nobody had welcomed her. Nobody except for Brian Kendrick. The blonde smiled as she remembered the small conversation she had with him, and how handsome he looked. She wanted to go and talk to him but, she was too shy. Sprinkle had never really been good with boys in the past. There was this one time where a boy named Kyle Lawrence, whom she had a crush on and she was always nervous around him. There was this one time where she had shed her kidlike clothes into something that wasn't her, just to impress him. It worked. Kyle began liking her, but it was only because of the way she dressed. Instead of her usual jeans and logo tees, she was in a mini-skirt and skimpy little shirts. The whole ordeal lasted a whole week before Sprinkle got sick of parading around in the barely-there outfits and Kyle had totally blown her off. That was when she was eighteen and now she was twenty-one. The whole guy situation had gone downhill from that point.
Spanky walked the halls, frowning. He had been pushed out of everybody's locker room. He tried to hang out with Matt Hardy and his follower, Shannon Moore but Matt told Kendrick that he didn't have enough Mattitude to be ten feet close to him so, they shoved him out. Next, Spanky tried to play cards and drink with the APA but, they told him that he was too young to play and drink. He sighed. He wasn't too young. Just because he looked like a kid doesn't mean that he wasn't one. Brian Kendrick was twenty-four years old but stood only at five-foot-eight and weighed one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. He remembered the times when he was teased for being a small guy when he started wrestling. He sure proved them wrong. After he had been rejected by Billy Gunn, Torrie Wilson, Nidia and Jamie Noble, Spanky sighed. He was the backstage loner. With nobody to hang out with, he continued to wander around. He stopped when he came across locker room 143. The room was Sprinkle's. 'Maybe she'll hang out with me...' He thought as he raised his hand and went to go knock on the door, when the knob turned and it opened. Sprinkle walked out and saw Spanky standing infront of her door. "Spanky!" She said, with a smile.
"Hey." He said, trying to stay calm and cool but, inside he was a nervous wreck.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, her eyes meeting his.
"I was just walking around and I was wondering if you wanted to do something?" He smiled, nervously. Her reassuring smile made him feel better.
"I'd love to! I was going for a walk anyways. So, why don't we together?" Sprinle suggested.
"That's cool." He told her, and the two began walking out of the arena. What a sight that was. Two people who looked like kids, walking and talking together. One looked like a little ballerina and the other was wearing a hawaiian print t-shirt and a pair of matching baggy shorts. The two exited the arena and walked into the night. The stars were just coming out and they walked along the streets, getting to know each other. Every minute they spent with each other, they were falling for each other. The two found out that they shared a love for cartoons and were always up early on Saturday Morning to catch their favorites.
"I can't believe I found somebody that likes Recess as much as I do!" Spanky laughed as the two were walking back to the arena.
"Yeah well, I'm like a kid." She told him, as he held the door open for her. He walked her to her locker room. As she approached the door, she spun around. "Thanks for such a good time."
"No problem. Maybe we can do this again some time?" He asked her, running his hand through his hair while sticking the other in his pocket. They grinned at each other.
"Sure. I'll talk to you later. I need to pack up and head to the hotel. Good night, Spanky."
"Good night, Sprinkle." Before he could turn and walk away, Sprinkle placed her hand on Spanky, pulling him closer to her and kissed him on the cheek. She smiled and opened her door, walking in. After she had shut the door, Spanky placed his hand on the spot that she had kissed and grinned. He then walked off, a happy man.
Sprinkle had just gotten backstage and came to realization that half of the SmackDown! roster was staring at her. Her face began to grow as pink as her ballerina costume as she smiled and began walking to her locker room. She passed Torrie Wilson and Billy Gunn when she was going to her locker room. The two of them stared and whispered as she opened her door and walked in. "What the hell is up with her clothes?" Torrie asked, as Billy shrugged.
"How old is she? Five?" Billy joked, and Torrie Wilson let out a laugh. Spanky was about three feet away from the two of them, listening in on what they were saying. He wanted to jump infront of them and scream for making fun of her but, he couldn't. Billy was too big of a guy. He cringed as he remembered the time he had to face Brock Lesnar. Brock was a monster, tearing him apart. Spanky snapped back into reality and found himself in the hallways, alone. He wandered off to find something to do.
Inside her locker room, Sprinkle sat on her couch, twiddling her thumbs. She was bored now that she didn't have a match. Sprinkle laid her five-foot-one frame on the couch, looking up at the plain, white, and boring ceiling. What a drag this was. She was kind of bummed that nobody had welcomed her. Nobody except for Brian Kendrick. The blonde smiled as she remembered the small conversation she had with him, and how handsome he looked. She wanted to go and talk to him but, she was too shy. Sprinkle had never really been good with boys in the past. There was this one time where a boy named Kyle Lawrence, whom she had a crush on and she was always nervous around him. There was this one time where she had shed her kidlike clothes into something that wasn't her, just to impress him. It worked. Kyle began liking her, but it was only because of the way she dressed. Instead of her usual jeans and logo tees, she was in a mini-skirt and skimpy little shirts. The whole ordeal lasted a whole week before Sprinkle got sick of parading around in the barely-there outfits and Kyle had totally blown her off. That was when she was eighteen and now she was twenty-one. The whole guy situation had gone downhill from that point.
Spanky walked the halls, frowning. He had been pushed out of everybody's locker room. He tried to hang out with Matt Hardy and his follower, Shannon Moore but Matt told Kendrick that he didn't have enough Mattitude to be ten feet close to him so, they shoved him out. Next, Spanky tried to play cards and drink with the APA but, they told him that he was too young to play and drink. He sighed. He wasn't too young. Just because he looked like a kid doesn't mean that he wasn't one. Brian Kendrick was twenty-four years old but stood only at five-foot-eight and weighed one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. He remembered the times when he was teased for being a small guy when he started wrestling. He sure proved them wrong. After he had been rejected by Billy Gunn, Torrie Wilson, Nidia and Jamie Noble, Spanky sighed. He was the backstage loner. With nobody to hang out with, he continued to wander around. He stopped when he came across locker room 143. The room was Sprinkle's. 'Maybe she'll hang out with me...' He thought as he raised his hand and went to go knock on the door, when the knob turned and it opened. Sprinkle walked out and saw Spanky standing infront of her door. "Spanky!" She said, with a smile.
"Hey." He said, trying to stay calm and cool but, inside he was a nervous wreck.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, her eyes meeting his.
"I was just walking around and I was wondering if you wanted to do something?" He smiled, nervously. Her reassuring smile made him feel better.
"I'd love to! I was going for a walk anyways. So, why don't we together?" Sprinle suggested.
"That's cool." He told her, and the two began walking out of the arena. What a sight that was. Two people who looked like kids, walking and talking together. One looked like a little ballerina and the other was wearing a hawaiian print t-shirt and a pair of matching baggy shorts. The two exited the arena and walked into the night. The stars were just coming out and they walked along the streets, getting to know each other. Every minute they spent with each other, they were falling for each other. The two found out that they shared a love for cartoons and were always up early on Saturday Morning to catch their favorites.
"I can't believe I found somebody that likes Recess as much as I do!" Spanky laughed as the two were walking back to the arena.
"Yeah well, I'm like a kid." She told him, as he held the door open for her. He walked her to her locker room. As she approached the door, she spun around. "Thanks for such a good time."
"No problem. Maybe we can do this again some time?" He asked her, running his hand through his hair while sticking the other in his pocket. They grinned at each other.
"Sure. I'll talk to you later. I need to pack up and head to the hotel. Good night, Spanky."
"Good night, Sprinkle." Before he could turn and walk away, Sprinkle placed her hand on Spanky, pulling him closer to her and kissed him on the cheek. She smiled and opened her door, walking in. After she had shut the door, Spanky placed his hand on the spot that she had kissed and grinned. He then walked off, a happy man.