What Goes Around Comes Around
Disclaimer: I only own Kora Flair. Superstars featured in this fic own themselves.
Charecters: Trish Stratus, Nidia and appearances by many more.
Summary: Following the events of RAW (July 5, 2004) when Trish humiliated Nidia. Nidia swears to get revenge and eventually de-thrown the reigning women's champion. Her destination: Summerslam. Can she do it? Or will an unexpected love tarnish her plan?
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JR: We have a very special edition of the Highlight Reel tonight.
King: Trish Stratus, our Women's Champion will be talking about... Well who cares what she's talking about. Have you seen her lately JR? she's on fire!
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"I don't want you to go to the ring alone." Nidia insisted.
"Tyson won't hesitate to go after you, it's too dangerous!" Maven tried to reason, but due to Nidia's stubbornness, he was unsuccessful.
"But Trish will stop at nothing to make sure they win." Nidia said. "She fights dirty."
"Fine." He said throwing his hands in the air signifying defeat.
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Tyson starts the match early by jumping Maven outside the ring. He throws Maven back in the ring and lifts him with a military press into a catch into a fallaway slam. Tyson is in control punishing Maven with kicks and blows and knee drops to the head. Nidia gets involved and Tyson chases her outside the ring.
When he climbs back on the apron Maven hits a rope ringer and follows up by banging Tyson's head off the security rail several times. Maven works over Tyson with some forearms and a dropkick but Tyson regains control using his power. Tyson goes for Maven in the corner but Maven moves.
Maven is on the apron and Trish grans his foot but Nidia comes to make the save. Tyson however gets a blow in but Maven fights his way back in the ring. Maven runs off the ropes at Tyson but he runs right into a big boot. Tyson covers Maven for the victory.
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Nidia sat in the back while Maven was being checked out by the WWE's on staff Trainers. She quietly snuck out when she heard Trish's music being played in the background.
"Nid, where you going?" Maven asked catching up to the brunette diva.
'Great' she said to herself. "Uhm..." she hesitated. "Bathroom." She opened the Diva locker room, where guys weren't allowed. "Sorry Mav." She winked and he laughed turning toward the men's locker room, located across the hall. She waited a couple of minutes, just to be safe, she had Stacey Keibler make sure Maven wasn't around.
"So what about Nidia?" Chris Jericho asked. Becoming bored with the current Women's Champion. "She seems to be after that pretty little belt of yours."
"Nidia will never see this belt." Trish said snaring at Chris. "Lets face it, she's no wrestler." She laughed. "She won a competition. Chris you know me well enough, is Nidia really...."
She was cut off by Y2J chants, as well as Y2J himself. "That's right, I do know you. You try real hard to get out of fighting someone that's actually better than you." He said. "Seems to me, you're afraid of Nidia."
Trish tried not to look upset, but deep down she couldn't believe the man she fell in love with had degraded her skill that bad. He knew how hard she worked to get where she is. She wasn't perfect, but she played her cards right. "You see Honey, that's where you're wrong." She insisted. "Nidia could be right infront of me, and I'd take her down and pin her 1.." she held a finger up as she counted. "..2...3!"
That was her cue'. Her music blasted through the arena, and she appeared at the top of the ramp. "Trish, Trish, Trish. "she started. "Didn't you're parents ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" the crowd cheered, not sure where she was going with this.
"Sounds to me like you're full of Shit!!!" she said and the arena bursted in cheers. As Nidia walked down the ramp and into the ring. Jericho held the ring open for her. Nidia gave Trish a dirty look, and than winked at Chris.
Trish proceeded to get in her face, and the two divas began to talk crap to one another. "You wanna fight me? Huh?" Trish would say to taunt her rival diva. "Anytime any place..."
"I'm not afraid of you." Nidia retaliated looking at both Trish than at Tyson. "or you."
Nidia turned around and spun her fist to knock Trish off her feet. She immediately ran out of the ring, and stood by Jericho who was on the outside. And watched Tyson help the fallen diva up.
"You Bitch!" Trish mouthed, grabbing her jaw. As Nidia and Chris walked up the ramp, Trish got on the mic. "That's it! You want me you got me. Get your ass back in here NOW!"
"I'm not stupid Trish." Nidia said. And it's obvious you're not ready to fight tonight. So I'll give you until August 15, 2004." Trish looked at her like she didn't understand. So Nidia reiterated "SUMMERSLAM!" Nidia stood on the entrance ramp. "Oh and Trish.... Stay Healthy!"
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There just aren't enough Nidia fics out there. So I had to do one. Well there you have it, let me know what you guys think. "Like it or hate it?"
Kora Flair
Disclaimer: I only own Kora Flair. Superstars featured in this fic own themselves.
Charecters: Trish Stratus, Nidia and appearances by many more.
Summary: Following the events of RAW (July 5, 2004) when Trish humiliated Nidia. Nidia swears to get revenge and eventually de-thrown the reigning women's champion. Her destination: Summerslam. Can she do it? Or will an unexpected love tarnish her plan?
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JR: We have a very special edition of the Highlight Reel tonight.
King: Trish Stratus, our Women's Champion will be talking about... Well who cares what she's talking about. Have you seen her lately JR? she's on fire!
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"I don't want you to go to the ring alone." Nidia insisted.
"Tyson won't hesitate to go after you, it's too dangerous!" Maven tried to reason, but due to Nidia's stubbornness, he was unsuccessful.
"But Trish will stop at nothing to make sure they win." Nidia said. "She fights dirty."
"Fine." He said throwing his hands in the air signifying defeat.
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Tyson starts the match early by jumping Maven outside the ring. He throws Maven back in the ring and lifts him with a military press into a catch into a fallaway slam. Tyson is in control punishing Maven with kicks and blows and knee drops to the head. Nidia gets involved and Tyson chases her outside the ring.
When he climbs back on the apron Maven hits a rope ringer and follows up by banging Tyson's head off the security rail several times. Maven works over Tyson with some forearms and a dropkick but Tyson regains control using his power. Tyson goes for Maven in the corner but Maven moves.
Maven is on the apron and Trish grans his foot but Nidia comes to make the save. Tyson however gets a blow in but Maven fights his way back in the ring. Maven runs off the ropes at Tyson but he runs right into a big boot. Tyson covers Maven for the victory.
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Nidia sat in the back while Maven was being checked out by the WWE's on staff Trainers. She quietly snuck out when she heard Trish's music being played in the background.
"Nid, where you going?" Maven asked catching up to the brunette diva.
'Great' she said to herself. "Uhm..." she hesitated. "Bathroom." She opened the Diva locker room, where guys weren't allowed. "Sorry Mav." She winked and he laughed turning toward the men's locker room, located across the hall. She waited a couple of minutes, just to be safe, she had Stacey Keibler make sure Maven wasn't around.
"So what about Nidia?" Chris Jericho asked. Becoming bored with the current Women's Champion. "She seems to be after that pretty little belt of yours."
"Nidia will never see this belt." Trish said snaring at Chris. "Lets face it, she's no wrestler." She laughed. "She won a competition. Chris you know me well enough, is Nidia really...."
She was cut off by Y2J chants, as well as Y2J himself. "That's right, I do know you. You try real hard to get out of fighting someone that's actually better than you." He said. "Seems to me, you're afraid of Nidia."
Trish tried not to look upset, but deep down she couldn't believe the man she fell in love with had degraded her skill that bad. He knew how hard she worked to get where she is. She wasn't perfect, but she played her cards right. "You see Honey, that's where you're wrong." She insisted. "Nidia could be right infront of me, and I'd take her down and pin her 1.." she held a finger up as she counted. "..2...3!"
That was her cue'. Her music blasted through the arena, and she appeared at the top of the ramp. "Trish, Trish, Trish. "she started. "Didn't you're parents ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" the crowd cheered, not sure where she was going with this.
"Sounds to me like you're full of Shit!!!" she said and the arena bursted in cheers. As Nidia walked down the ramp and into the ring. Jericho held the ring open for her. Nidia gave Trish a dirty look, and than winked at Chris.
Trish proceeded to get in her face, and the two divas began to talk crap to one another. "You wanna fight me? Huh?" Trish would say to taunt her rival diva. "Anytime any place..."
"I'm not afraid of you." Nidia retaliated looking at both Trish than at Tyson. "or you."
Nidia turned around and spun her fist to knock Trish off her feet. She immediately ran out of the ring, and stood by Jericho who was on the outside. And watched Tyson help the fallen diva up.
"You Bitch!" Trish mouthed, grabbing her jaw. As Nidia and Chris walked up the ramp, Trish got on the mic. "That's it! You want me you got me. Get your ass back in here NOW!"
"I'm not stupid Trish." Nidia said. And it's obvious you're not ready to fight tonight. So I'll give you until August 15, 2004." Trish looked at her like she didn't understand. So Nidia reiterated "SUMMERSLAM!" Nidia stood on the entrance ramp. "Oh and Trish.... Stay Healthy!"
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There just aren't enough Nidia fics out there. So I had to do one. Well there you have it, let me know what you guys think. "Like it or hate it?"
Kora Flair