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Summary: Trish Stratus gets moved to Smack down to make better ratings, and she finds herself being placed with the one guy she didn't think she would ever be with. This is a purely romantic fic.
A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews. This took me a couple of days to write due to some writer's block which has since passed, and then the whole rapping concept is beyond me. So none the less, here is the next chapter, and I am off to write more to keep it going. I also want to make note that the rap is not mine, because lets face it, this white girl cant rap. I accept that, but the rap was done by a really good friend of mine. If he reads this he will know who he is. If you like it let me know and I will make sure he does them all. *laughs* Anyway read on!
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Tazz stepped into the ring and grabbed the microphone that the camera man passed to him. He didn't really believe what he was about to announce, but he knew he felt a little bit of pride in doing it. Having a new addition to the roster was a good thing, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen.
"We have a very special treat for all of you tonight. It's the perfect set up for the women division here on Smack down. Please help me out in welcoming the newest addition to the Smack down roster, Trish Stratus!!!"
The crowd obviously had no idea that she would be making her entrance onto the show because they screamed at the top of their lungs and it was almost to the point of a standing ovation and she hadn't done anything yet. Tazz understood the reaction because over on Raw she had proved herself to be as strong as most of the women they showcased.
Trish walked down the ramp and smiled brightly. She was so glad to be back in the ring and actually getting the best reaction of her career to date. She wasn't happy that she was about to be interrupted by John Cena so he could place himself with her, but this reaction was making up for her under excitement of that. Getting into the ring she took the microphone from Tazz that he had outstretched to her. It was now her time to shine, all over again.
"It's so great to be here in New York City! It's also glad to see all the people out to support some sweet Stratusfaction! I promise I won't let you down, this is going to be a new era for Smack down."
Just as she was about to start talking again John's music hit and he came out onto the platform. She had expected this of course, but she couldn't help feeling that this was an intrusion. Passing the mic back to Tazz she put her hands on her hips. It was time for him to make an ass of himself.
"Yo Yo Yo, cut my music and drop me a beat. Now here's a sight to see, Tazz the wannabe punk, with Trish, who he probably wants in his bunk. Listen Tazz, bad news for you, you're a has been. And now you're announcing? That's the saddest thing I've ever seen. But now Trish, you're on the better show, it's about time someone showed you how to go, and since Tazz only has a bottom feeding job. Let me show you around, instead of this slob. WORD LIFE!"
"Why don't you worry about Spanky and less about me, my job and Trish Stratus pal."
"Spanky wishes I was worried about him."
Tazz looked over at Trish and saw her face set in shock. She knew like he did that this was supposed to happen, but she didn't look to pleased that it was. Passing the microphone to Trish, Tazz took a step forward, looking like he might make a go for Cena.
"You want to show me around do you? What would be the pay off for me? A lesson in rap from a loser?" Trish looked out at the crowd for a split second and saw them laughing. It seemed they liked this angle. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all working with John. He was still the biggest asshole she'd ever met, but he had the crowd at his fingertips waiting to pull the trigger.
"No, you will learn a simple lesson really. What it's like to fight with the big boys. So what do you say Ms. Stratus, are you game for a lesson with the master?"
Trish pretended to think about this for a moment and she looked at Tazz for affect. She was more then ready to drop this bomb on this crowd now; they seemed to want to know what her motives were.
"John, you'll get my answer, but you won't get it now. I've got bigger fish to fry at the moment. I need to make this women's division the best it's ever been. Then and only then will you get my answer."
Throwing the microphone down onto the mat, she made her way out of the ring and up the ramp. As she got to where John was standing, she did a double take of him and walked around him, sizing him up. With a smile and a wave to the crowd she walked to the back, ready to face whatever shit John was about to let loose on her.
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"Hey Trish, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Yeah John, what's up?"
"You were good out there. I just wanted to let you know I thought so."
Before Trish could answer he was already making his way down the hallway. She was completely floored considering that since she had come here, all they had said to one another was insulting. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad working with him after all.
Giving it a second thought she ran down the hall after him. She might as well get his input on her new theme music, because they would be using it together at some point in the story line.
"John wait!"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a couple of minutes to spare?"
"It depends. I've got my Kendrick match coming up in about 15 minutes. Will it take longer then that?" he grinned at her, trying to imply something to her. It would be funny if she caught what he was trying to do, and call him on it.
"No believe me it won't. It's about the theme music."
"So you are going to let me choose something?"
"No, I think we can choose it together actually. Are you game?"
John laughed as she copied his words from earlier. He was game to help her do whatever she wanted him too, but he wouldn't let her know it just yet. He had to make her see it first. He knew that he got to her, and he was damn sure she got to him. It would be fun to see where it would lead as they worked closely together in the coming weeks.
"More then game, what did you have in mind?"
"Something hard, something heavy hitting, any ideas? Please no Eminem though. I had the rap angle on Raw and I want something better this time out."
"Does everything I suggest have to be white rappers with you Trish? Maybe I do like heavy music, which means I could have the perfect song for you. You just need to trust me, and not lay judgments on me that aren't true."
She hadn't realized that she had offended him. She searched her brain for something to say to make him think that she wasn't trying to lay judgment on him.
"I wasn't trying to... oh forget it. I will figure it out on my own alright? Sorry to bother you."
"No! I will help you. I've got a few ideas and if you don't like them, you don't have to use them alright? We can do this together."
"Really? Without killing each other and trying to insult each other?"
"Yes, I promise you I won't do any more insulting. As long as you don't. I want to make this work Trish, I mean that."
"Then we will make it work."
"Let's go get you some theme music so I can kick Brian's ass."
Trish laughed and they made their way down the hall to John's locker room. He figured it would be better working in there since no one ever went there in between matches. He didn't want the women to start taking either.
Trish was surprisingly happy for the first time since she had gotten moved to Smack down. John was calling a truce with her and he wanted this to be as smooth as possible and Trish wanted the same thing, although she didn't want to admit it just yet. Making their way to John's locker room, she couldn't wait to see what he suggested for her music. It would be a learning experience for them both.
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Summary: Trish Stratus gets moved to Smack down to make better ratings, and she finds herself being placed with the one guy she didn't think she would ever be with. This is a purely romantic fic.
A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews. This took me a couple of days to write due to some writer's block which has since passed, and then the whole rapping concept is beyond me. So none the less, here is the next chapter, and I am off to write more to keep it going. I also want to make note that the rap is not mine, because lets face it, this white girl cant rap. I accept that, but the rap was done by a really good friend of mine. If he reads this he will know who he is. If you like it let me know and I will make sure he does them all. *laughs* Anyway read on!
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Tazz stepped into the ring and grabbed the microphone that the camera man passed to him. He didn't really believe what he was about to announce, but he knew he felt a little bit of pride in doing it. Having a new addition to the roster was a good thing, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen.
"We have a very special treat for all of you tonight. It's the perfect set up for the women division here on Smack down. Please help me out in welcoming the newest addition to the Smack down roster, Trish Stratus!!!"
The crowd obviously had no idea that she would be making her entrance onto the show because they screamed at the top of their lungs and it was almost to the point of a standing ovation and she hadn't done anything yet. Tazz understood the reaction because over on Raw she had proved herself to be as strong as most of the women they showcased.
Trish walked down the ramp and smiled brightly. She was so glad to be back in the ring and actually getting the best reaction of her career to date. She wasn't happy that she was about to be interrupted by John Cena so he could place himself with her, but this reaction was making up for her under excitement of that. Getting into the ring she took the microphone from Tazz that he had outstretched to her. It was now her time to shine, all over again.
"It's so great to be here in New York City! It's also glad to see all the people out to support some sweet Stratusfaction! I promise I won't let you down, this is going to be a new era for Smack down."
Just as she was about to start talking again John's music hit and he came out onto the platform. She had expected this of course, but she couldn't help feeling that this was an intrusion. Passing the mic back to Tazz she put her hands on her hips. It was time for him to make an ass of himself.
"Yo Yo Yo, cut my music and drop me a beat. Now here's a sight to see, Tazz the wannabe punk, with Trish, who he probably wants in his bunk. Listen Tazz, bad news for you, you're a has been. And now you're announcing? That's the saddest thing I've ever seen. But now Trish, you're on the better show, it's about time someone showed you how to go, and since Tazz only has a bottom feeding job. Let me show you around, instead of this slob. WORD LIFE!"
"Why don't you worry about Spanky and less about me, my job and Trish Stratus pal."
"Spanky wishes I was worried about him."
Tazz looked over at Trish and saw her face set in shock. She knew like he did that this was supposed to happen, but she didn't look to pleased that it was. Passing the microphone to Trish, Tazz took a step forward, looking like he might make a go for Cena.
"You want to show me around do you? What would be the pay off for me? A lesson in rap from a loser?" Trish looked out at the crowd for a split second and saw them laughing. It seemed they liked this angle. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all working with John. He was still the biggest asshole she'd ever met, but he had the crowd at his fingertips waiting to pull the trigger.
"No, you will learn a simple lesson really. What it's like to fight with the big boys. So what do you say Ms. Stratus, are you game for a lesson with the master?"
Trish pretended to think about this for a moment and she looked at Tazz for affect. She was more then ready to drop this bomb on this crowd now; they seemed to want to know what her motives were.
"John, you'll get my answer, but you won't get it now. I've got bigger fish to fry at the moment. I need to make this women's division the best it's ever been. Then and only then will you get my answer."
Throwing the microphone down onto the mat, she made her way out of the ring and up the ramp. As she got to where John was standing, she did a double take of him and walked around him, sizing him up. With a smile and a wave to the crowd she walked to the back, ready to face whatever shit John was about to let loose on her.
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"Hey Trish, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Yeah John, what's up?"
"You were good out there. I just wanted to let you know I thought so."
Before Trish could answer he was already making his way down the hallway. She was completely floored considering that since she had come here, all they had said to one another was insulting. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad working with him after all.
Giving it a second thought she ran down the hall after him. She might as well get his input on her new theme music, because they would be using it together at some point in the story line.
"John wait!"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a couple of minutes to spare?"
"It depends. I've got my Kendrick match coming up in about 15 minutes. Will it take longer then that?" he grinned at her, trying to imply something to her. It would be funny if she caught what he was trying to do, and call him on it.
"No believe me it won't. It's about the theme music."
"So you are going to let me choose something?"
"No, I think we can choose it together actually. Are you game?"
John laughed as she copied his words from earlier. He was game to help her do whatever she wanted him too, but he wouldn't let her know it just yet. He had to make her see it first. He knew that he got to her, and he was damn sure she got to him. It would be fun to see where it would lead as they worked closely together in the coming weeks.
"More then game, what did you have in mind?"
"Something hard, something heavy hitting, any ideas? Please no Eminem though. I had the rap angle on Raw and I want something better this time out."
"Does everything I suggest have to be white rappers with you Trish? Maybe I do like heavy music, which means I could have the perfect song for you. You just need to trust me, and not lay judgments on me that aren't true."
She hadn't realized that she had offended him. She searched her brain for something to say to make him think that she wasn't trying to lay judgment on him.
"I wasn't trying to... oh forget it. I will figure it out on my own alright? Sorry to bother you."
"No! I will help you. I've got a few ideas and if you don't like them, you don't have to use them alright? We can do this together."
"Really? Without killing each other and trying to insult each other?"
"Yes, I promise you I won't do any more insulting. As long as you don't. I want to make this work Trish, I mean that."
"Then we will make it work."
"Let's go get you some theme music so I can kick Brian's ass."
Trish laughed and they made their way down the hall to John's locker room. He figured it would be better working in there since no one ever went there in between matches. He didn't want the women to start taking either.
Trish was surprisingly happy for the first time since she had gotten moved to Smack down. John was calling a truce with her and he wanted this to be as smooth as possible and Trish wanted the same thing, although she didn't want to admit it just yet. Making their way to John's locker room, she couldn't wait to see what he suggested for her music. It would be a learning experience for them both.
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