WWE owns them all!
WHAT THE HELL!
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Taker-Batista thundered again.
"We can explain!" Torrie-Taker said quickly.
"But not before you finish. I'm right on the edge!" Batista-Torrie yelled. "Give it to me, Taker!"
"I'm not Taker!" Torrie-Taker yelled again, but gave it to him nonetheless.
Taker-Batista was in awe. Here he was, watching his body do things to Torrie Wilson's body that he'd only dreamed about... Except really it was Torrie doing Batista and everything was just so twisted when he thought about it that way.
"Are you gonna watch, or are you gonna join in?" Torrie-Taker called over to him.
"Hell no, I'm not gonna join in," Taker-Batista said. "Besides, I just got a little action from Melena..."
A few minutes later, Torrie-Taker and Batista-Torrie were fully dressed. They all sat down to discuss what they were going to do. Taker-Batista was pissed about what had happened with his body and Torrie's body, but he knew he didn't have a right to be. He'd used Batista's body with Melena, and if given the opportunity, if he was still in his own body he would've done Torrie, too! So he really couldn't blame Torrie for using his body to do her own...
"Now, I still don't know how we're going to get our bodies back," Torrie-Taker said. "I mean, I'm an engineer. I did make the machine, but I'm not intelligent enough to figure out the whole mechanism of the..."
"Torrie, speak normal," Taker-Batista said.
"Speak blonde," Batista-Torrie said with a snicker.
"I don't know how I'm going to fix this damn thing!" Torrie-Taker wailed. "But what I do know is that I have a big match tomorrow against Melena."
"I have to fight my girl?" Batista-Torrie asked, shocked.
"If we don't figure out how to reverse the effects of this machine, you're gonna be rolling around in the mud with her tomorrow night," Torrie-Taker told him.
"Damn, that sucks," Batista-Torrie said.
"No, what sucks is the fact that I have to defend my belt against JBL tomorrow night, and instead it'll be you defending it," Taker-Batista said to Torrie. "I'll lose for sure!"
"You have no faith in me?" Torrie-Taker asked.
"Want the truth? No, I have no faith in you when it comes down to my body," Taker-Batista said truthfully. "That's why I'll be watching you like a hawk tonight at the hotel because I don't want you harming my body in any way."
"I'm not gonna harm your body, you mean ass," Torrie-Taker cried, then immediately got up and attempted to run out the door.
"Where are you going?" Taker-Batista asked, right as Batista-Torrie screamed, "Watch out for that door!"
Torrie-Taker turned around and saw the door just in time, but she didn't stop running. He doesn't trust me with his stupid body and he already thinks I'll harm it, so why not, she thought. She kept running straight towards the door, building up momentum.
"Nooooooooo!" Taker-Batista yelled, but Torrie-Taker paid no attention.
Torrie-Taker ran straight into the door, nearly knocking the heavy door right off its hinges. "That's gonna leave a bruise," she said with a laugh, and kept running. She was gonna go have a little fun using the Undertaker's awesomely sexy body...
She stopped in the middle of the hallway, wondering where to go. Suddenly, Taker-Batista came up behind her and tackled her.
"What the hell? You animal, get the hell off me!" Torrie-Taker screamed. "Help! Help! Raaaaaaaaaape!"
"Hush!" Taker-Batista ordered her.
Even though Torrie-Taker was literally the bigger and more powerful of the two, Torrie immediately got quiet. It was Taker's voice. She would obey it no matter what...
"Get back in your locker room," Taker-Batista told her, helping her up and shoving her to get her going.
"Ok," Torrie-Taker said, her head hanging down sadly as she entered the room. She was ashamed of her spiteful behavior already. Before she entered the room, she turned around to look at him. "I'm sorry I was so bad... Are you gonna spank me, Daddy?"
"You wait until we get our bodies back and then ask me that," he replied, smirking. "Or better yet, don't ask. I'm gonna spank you like you've never been spanked."
"Promise?" she asked.
"Yeeeeees! Now get in there!" he said impatiently. She went inside and he followed, shutting the door tightly behind them.
"What the hell are they up to?" Vince McMahon asked himself. He had to be sure he hadn't been hallucinating or something. Had he just heard the Undertaker, the Phenom, the Original Deadman, ask Batista to spank him in a really girly voice? And had he heard Batista reply in a voice that sounded strangely like the Undertaker's voice that he would? What? What?
He decided to go and confront the two. They were two of his best wrestlers, the cream of the crop of the Smackdown brand. Could it be possible, could it really be possible that his two primetime wrestlers were homosexuals? That they had some kind of kinky relationship behind the scenes? That they had more physical contact outside the ring than in the ring?
"Damn it, I'm the boss, and I deserve to know!" he exclaimed, so loud that he scared himself. He swaggered over to the door his two best wrestlers had just disappeared through, surprised to see Torrie Wilson's name on the door. He held up his hand to knock, then thought about what he was about to do.
"Vincent K. McMahon? Knock on a door? Puh-lease! I can go anywhere I damn well please, I own all of them!" He grinned, then, 5 minutes later, he stepped boldly into Torrie Wilson's locker room and, after staring at the scene before him, asked the one question that had been previously asked by the Undertaker... "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
Uh oh! Mr. McMahon isn't pleased one bit with what he finds!