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Disclaimer: I'm only gonna put the disclaimer in once, cause it's pretty obvious. I do not own anything relation to the talent or employees in the WWE. This story is completely fiction. I just wrote it for enjoyment!
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Chapter One
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"In tonight's Main Event," The ring announcer of the small independent federation spoke into her mic. "Will be a TLC match for the Tag-Team Titles! This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the current Tag-Team Champions, Pistol!"
Two men, both in black and white trunks and boots, stepped out of the curtain-covered door, the golden Tag-Team Titles strapped around their waists. They threw their arms up and received a decent amount of fan response as their theme music, "Duality" by Slipknot played. The men both simultaneously flipped over the top rope and posed in the ring.
"Next are our two challenging teams." She spoke, as more entrance music hit the speakers, this time "Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva played. "OTB, Over the Brink!" The men entered the small arena with a small amount of fan response. The men were in yellow and blue tights and blue boots, both looking quite plain.
"Opticon" by Orgy began to blare over the speakers. "And finally, Natural Disaster!" The fans who attended the indy show nearly every week were all on their feet, cheering the only all-female Tag-Team of the rosters. Blaze and Nixie emerged from the curtain and were met with an eruption of cheers. The two girls immediately slid into the ring, and stood on the second ropes of opposite turnbuckles. Blaze was the shorter of the two, standing at only 5'3". Her hair was a dark brownish red color and it hung down to her lower back. She wore black pants with hot pink stars down the legs, black boots with the same pink stars, and a hot pink, shortly cropped halter top over a short black fishnet shirt that she had constructed out of fishnet panty hose. Nixie stood at 5'7", with long, bright red hair with thin platinum blonde streaks that hung to her waist. Her outfit consisted of short khaki colored shorts, pink and black over the knee socks, plain black boots, a cropped black corset-style tank top, and a hot pink fishnet shirt similar to Blaze's underneath the tank top. The men from Pistol immediately jumped into the ring and pulled the girls down, slamming them both on the mat. The bell rang after that, and the TLC Tornado Tag match for the Tag-Team Titles began.
After the initial shock of being slammed from behind, the girls shook it off and began to grapple with the other two teams. The three teams flat out wrestled for a good fifteen minutes, before Blaze climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, ready to Hurricanrana one of the members of OTB. She leaped, but unfortunately, he had noticed her in time to reach out, grab her, and toss her over the top ropes. She rolled nearly into the front row of fold up metal seats. As soon as she came to, she grabbed an empty chair and closed it, before sneakily crawling back into the ring. The same guy who had tossed her out was her first target. She slammed the chair over his head with all of her might, earning him a large cut on his forehead and loud, resounding thud! that echoed throughout the arena. He fell over, attempting to regain his composure as Nixie ventured to the outside, grabbing a ladder. There was already a table set up in the ring, and as Nixie began setting the ladder up, Blaze had one of the Pistol members on the table, where she proceeded to deliver a great looking DDT on him. After he rolled off of the table, he, along with the other member of pistol, and one of the members of OTB were laying close to the center of the ring. Blaze looked over and noticed Nixie and the other OTB member scrapping over the ladder, so she decided to fix the problem. Running up to him from behind, she dropkicked the OTB guy into the ladder. He fell, clutching his sides, as Blaze made a motion to Nixie with her hands. She nodded and set the ladder up on one side of the ring while Blaze went to the outside and got the other, setting it up directly across from Nixie's. The two girls climbed the ladders, and just as the guys began stirring and getting up, they counted down on their fingers to each other and jumped. Blaze did a perfectly executed Shooting Star Press, and Nixie pulled off an awesome Moonsault. The four men were once again down, and Nixie stayed down too, clutching her ribs. Blaze quickly set the ladder up and climbed it as quickly as she could. She reached up, looping her arms through the Tag-Team Titles, right as one of the Pistol members got up and knocked the ladder down. She was left hanging in mid air, and as he leapt to try to get her down, she brought her legs up, hanging onto the titles with all of her strength. Finally, the belts unsnapped and she quickly fell to the ring, the titles still on her arms. The bell sounded once more.
"Your winners and new Tag-Team Champions, Natural Disaster!" The ring announcer yelled as the girls' music once more hit the PA. Nixie helped Blaze up and took one of the titles, and both girls celebrated, insanely happy. They were the first women in the small federation that had captured any title besides the Woman's Title, and they had beaten two teams of men to do it.
The fans cheered them on as they slid out of the ring, proudly strapping the belts around their waists, and made it to the back.
"Great match, ladies." Their boss said, approaching them.
'Thanks much," Blaze, whose real name was Ember, said. "We had an awesome time doing it, and we're both ecstatic to be the first women as Tag Champs."
"Yeah, we had a blast." Nixie, a German girl whose real name was Freya, nodded.
"I have a present for you two for becoming the first women Tag Champs." He said, reaching into his shirt pocket. He extracted two tickets.
"I know it may only be a house show, but I figured you two would like to go. Front row seats to the Raw house show tomorrow." He smiled.
"Thank you so much!" The girls squealed, hugging him.
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The next day, the girls got up at the break of dawn to get ready for the show. They both showered and picked out their outfits. Ember wore a pair of very baggy black pants with purple trim, a cropped purple fishnet top, and a white muscle shirt that was cut and tied above her navel, with a purple and blue iron cross with 'Ember' scrawled across it in black. Freya wore a short black pleated skirt, a pair of pink and black over the knee socks similar to the pair she wore wrestling the previous night, a pink fishnet shirt, and a plain white tied up muscle shirt. Both girls wore black boots. They arrived at the arena nearly two hours before the show began, looking to meet some of their favorite superstars.
Shelton Benjamin was the first superstar they met. The girls both got autographs and pictures with him, as did a large number of the rest of the crowd. After almost another hour, only about eight people, including them, were still outside, with ten minutes left until the show started.
"Look, it's Chris Jericho!" Freya squealed, tugging on Ember's arm. She grinned as he walked over, and stuck her hand out. He reached out and shook it.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jericho." Ember said politely.
"Nice to meet you too." He replied with a grin. He signed her autograph and got a picture with her, before moving onto Freya.
"Sign my shirt?" She asked innocently. He grinned, taking the pink sharpie away from her.
"No problem." He replied, signing his name in loopy letters. "You cold?" He asked, looking Freya up and down.
"Yeah, just a little." She replied. He slipped his black jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. By this time, the other fans had gone in, much to Ember and Freya's relief, because if they had still been out there, she probably would have been mobbed for the jacket. He also handed her two laminated passes.
"Just come to the back after the show to return it, okay?" He asked, smiling innocently.
"N-no problem." Freya stuttered, trying to keep her cool. Chris sent her one last smile before walking back into the arena. Freya looked at Ember, once again breaking out into a fit of squeals, before the girls walked into the arena to get to their seats.
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The show passed quickly for the two, and it was quickly time for the main event. Freya had been extremely passionate and involved during Chris's match, and booed loudly when he lost to Snitsky. Both girls stood and cheered as Randy Orton came out, followed by his tag team partner Chris Benoit, and their opponents, Batista and Edge. As Randy stepped into the ring, he looked straight at Ember. She giggled and blew him a kiss, and he did the same, then sticking his arms out and walking towards the ropes, as if he was going to get out and come get her. The ref kept pushing him back, mouthing 'Randy, you have to wrestle!' Ember laughed again as he blew her another kiss, then began the match. Much to her pleasure and relief, he and Benoit won the match. As soon as it was over, the girls made their way to the back. A security guard told them to sit on two metal folding chairs and wait for Chris to come get them and show them around.
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"Did you see that girl, man?" Randy asked his good friend Chris Jericho as he arrived backstage. The shorter man was sipping on a bottle of water.
"Which one, junior? There were lots of girls." CJ quipped.
"The one in the front, in the purple fishnet shirt and the black pants…with the little tie up white shirt over it. She was adorable." Randy laughed a bit to himself.
"Yep. I gave her and her friend backstage passes earlier." CJ nodded.
"Serious? She's probably back here then…I want to meet her." Randy said.
"Well, we can go look for them then." Chris said, and the men walked off.
After about ten minutes, they happened upon Freya, who was still wearing CJ's jacket.
"Hey, you." He smiled. "Where's your friend? Randy wanted to meet her."
"She went off in search of something to drink." Freya said. Randy nodded and walked off, beginning another search. His head was off in another place when he felt someone bump into him. A small squeak emerged from the girl as she fell backwards.
"Oh, I'm really sorry," She said, standing up. Randy looked down, and realized that it was just who he wanted to meet.
"Hey…" He smiled. "I'm Randy Orton." He stuck his hand out, and she reached over, shaking it lightly.
"Ember Haddock. Nice to meet you," She smiled.
"I noticed you when I got into the ring earlier. You caught my eye." He admitted. She grinned.
"Oh, Mr. Orton, I never would've known!" She sighed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Randy just shook his head, chuckling. The two carried on idle conversation for a few minutes, before a number of the other wrestlers an Divas began to walk more frequently around the area they were in.
"I was wondering," Ember stated. "If you'd like to go out somewhere tonight?" She asked.
"Sure, I'd love to." Randy smiled.
The two made plans and exchanged numbers. After they parted ways, a Diva, who had been hiding away in the shadows around a wall near them, stepped out, glaring after Ember. Her eyes flashed with anger.
'How dare that little bitch,' She thought. 'How could she go after my Randy?'
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