Author's Note: Sorry for the lack of updates! My net is busted and all that. Well, here's the third chapter! And I don't own anything except for Sprinkle.
Once again, it was another taping of SmackDown! This week, Sprinkle was set to face Shaniqua. She was terrified of the Amazon woman, knowing that she would get crushed into pieces. Shaniqua was maybe six-foot tall and Sprinkle was one five-foot-one. When she heard the tragic news, she cringed and was ready to hurl. But, she couldn't. She came to the WWE to prove that even somebody her size could tackle down the monsters and she was going to do it. That night, Sprinkle was wearing a light yellow baby doll tee with Strawberry Shortcake on the front and a pair of light blue lowrise jeans. On her feet were a pair of white classics. Her blonde hair was in a high side ponytail. She was walking along the hallways, before the show started. Her match was later in the night and she was just trying to calm her nerves. She paced around in one of the empty hallways, running her fingers through her ponytail. Her hand began to tug at it, as she began to grow even more nervous. Was she going to be able to face Shaniqua? The thought of the fierce and gigantic diva getting rid of her in two seconds crossed her mind and Sprinkle shuddered. She continued walking back and forth, back and forth. Her heart was pounding three times as fast as usual, and she was shaking. Sprinkle didn't notice when a door slowly opened. She didn't hear the footsteps but, she felt the light tap on her shoulder. It sent her jumping into the air and screaming in surprise. Sprinkle turned around to catch Spanky standing there, looking worried. "Are you alright?" He asked, scratching his head and then running his hands through his sandy blonde hair.
"Yeah, I just didn't notice you. Sorry if I sounded like I was freaked out." She apologized, smiling a little bit.
"It's okay. Why are you so jumpy?"
"I have to face Shaniqua tonight." She answered, making a face. His eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Are you serious? What is Vince trying to do? Kill you?"
"I know!" She stated in agreement. "But, I guess I have to do it. I'm not going to back down from anything. I'm just really nervous."
"I see. I totally understand what you're talking about. I get nervous when I face big guys too. Your match isn't until later, I was wondering if you wanted to go get a bite to eat?"
"Sure!" She answered, smiling.
"Great. I know this cool Italian place."
"Italian? Isn't it fancy? I don't really have anything nice with me..." She trailed off, as he began to reassure her.
"Don't worry about it. You don't have to get all dressed up. We can go in these clothes." He told her, as he began fishing for his car keys in the pockets of his blue and black board shorts.
"Okie dokie." She smiled and the two of them began walking to the parking lot.
Spanky and Sprinkle were now at the Italian restaraunt, talking as they were waiting for their food. An accordian player was playing in the background, as some fancier couples stared at the two young people, having a good time. Everything was candle-lit as the waiter approached Spanky and Sprinkle. He set the gigantic plate of spaghetti in the middle of the table and placed a fork infront of each of them. The two stopped talking and began eating.
Midway during the meal, Sprinkle stuck her fork into the spaghetti. So did Spanky. The two weren't really paying attention to the food, they were watching the overweight accordian player. The two put the spaghetti in their mouths at the same time, not knowing that they were eating the same piece. They inched closer and closer, eating that same piece of noodle. They didn't notice it until they both reached the middle and ended up with their lips meeting at the middle of the table. People all around began gushing over the two. Sprinkle and Spanky noticed and Spanky bit the noodle. The two automatically went back to their seats.
Once again, it was another taping of SmackDown! This week, Sprinkle was set to face Shaniqua. She was terrified of the Amazon woman, knowing that she would get crushed into pieces. Shaniqua was maybe six-foot tall and Sprinkle was one five-foot-one. When she heard the tragic news, she cringed and was ready to hurl. But, she couldn't. She came to the WWE to prove that even somebody her size could tackle down the monsters and she was going to do it. That night, Sprinkle was wearing a light yellow baby doll tee with Strawberry Shortcake on the front and a pair of light blue lowrise jeans. On her feet were a pair of white classics. Her blonde hair was in a high side ponytail. She was walking along the hallways, before the show started. Her match was later in the night and she was just trying to calm her nerves. She paced around in one of the empty hallways, running her fingers through her ponytail. Her hand began to tug at it, as she began to grow even more nervous. Was she going to be able to face Shaniqua? The thought of the fierce and gigantic diva getting rid of her in two seconds crossed her mind and Sprinkle shuddered. She continued walking back and forth, back and forth. Her heart was pounding three times as fast as usual, and she was shaking. Sprinkle didn't notice when a door slowly opened. She didn't hear the footsteps but, she felt the light tap on her shoulder. It sent her jumping into the air and screaming in surprise. Sprinkle turned around to catch Spanky standing there, looking worried. "Are you alright?" He asked, scratching his head and then running his hands through his sandy blonde hair.
"Yeah, I just didn't notice you. Sorry if I sounded like I was freaked out." She apologized, smiling a little bit.
"It's okay. Why are you so jumpy?"
"I have to face Shaniqua tonight." She answered, making a face. His eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Are you serious? What is Vince trying to do? Kill you?"
"I know!" She stated in agreement. "But, I guess I have to do it. I'm not going to back down from anything. I'm just really nervous."
"I see. I totally understand what you're talking about. I get nervous when I face big guys too. Your match isn't until later, I was wondering if you wanted to go get a bite to eat?"
"Sure!" She answered, smiling.
"Great. I know this cool Italian place."
"Italian? Isn't it fancy? I don't really have anything nice with me..." She trailed off, as he began to reassure her.
"Don't worry about it. You don't have to get all dressed up. We can go in these clothes." He told her, as he began fishing for his car keys in the pockets of his blue and black board shorts.
"Okie dokie." She smiled and the two of them began walking to the parking lot.
Spanky and Sprinkle were now at the Italian restaraunt, talking as they were waiting for their food. An accordian player was playing in the background, as some fancier couples stared at the two young people, having a good time. Everything was candle-lit as the waiter approached Spanky and Sprinkle. He set the gigantic plate of spaghetti in the middle of the table and placed a fork infront of each of them. The two stopped talking and began eating.
Midway during the meal, Sprinkle stuck her fork into the spaghetti. So did Spanky. The two weren't really paying attention to the food, they were watching the overweight accordian player. The two put the spaghetti in their mouths at the same time, not knowing that they were eating the same piece. They inched closer and closer, eating that same piece of noodle. They didn't notice it until they both reached the middle and ended up with their lips meeting at the middle of the table. People all around began gushing over the two. Sprinkle and Spanky noticed and Spanky bit the noodle. The two automatically went back to their seats.