Playing the Game
Trish Stratus stood in the middle of the RAW ring with her Women's title on her shoulder. She smirked to the fans and started,
"What make's Brooke James think she's better then the Women's Championship. What makes her think she's better then the woman here on RAW? I just can't wait to see her ass get kicked on national television." she smirked while letting one of her laughs out.
Brooke came out with a mic in hand and walked up to the ring. She slowly walked up the steps and climbed through the ropes. She walked right up to Trish and laughed,
"What makes you think you're even in my league? Why would I want a title that's so easy to get? I like the challenge- not that there's ever one with you and the RAW roster backstage right?" she cocked her head to the side and smirked.
"Yeah…well…the only reason McMahon even gave you a chance for that title is because you opened your legs."
"It's too bad for you that I didn't have to lower myself to get what I want. And its killing you isn't…Trish. You wish you could be me…you wish you could roll with the big dogs and not in the sack."
"Listen bitch, you couldn't survive a match against me! So what if you beat Ric Flair…he's old and past his prime."
"He may be old-and horny but that doesn't mean that guy isn't heavy to lift…but I'm sure you already know that right?"
"That's it! You and I are going to be in a match tonight! And we'll see how you do." Trish scowled.
"Hey don't dish it if you cant take it-" Brooke started but was stopped when Eric Bischoff came out.
"Hold it, Trish you got your match and it can be any match you want. But this won't count as a torture match seeing as this shouldn't be too hard for you…right…Brooke? Hell I'll even put the title up for grabs tonight." Trish gaped at him.
"You can't do that! It's my title!"
"Listen honey, I'm the general manager. I can do anything I please, get ready." He walked backstage leaving Trish pissed in the ring with Brooke.
"What? Scared?" Brooked taunted while Trish slammed down the microphone and stormed backstage.
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Backstage, Brooke stood outside the Diva locker room not really sure if she was going to be welcomed.
"Brooke…Afraid?" taunted Randy from behind. She turned and glared at him.
"You're the one who should be afraid."
"Ooo I'm scared."
"Listen you ass," She started but Randy interrupted her.
"Okay…Okay…we got off on the wrong foot, seeing as you are trying for my title but I'm willing to give you a chance. I'm Randy Orton."
She glared at him not saying anything. "The polite thing to do is state your name…"
She sighed and said, "Brooke James. Even though you knew that…Why are you trying to be nice all of a sudden?"
"Well, you are considered a hot diva right now and seeing as I'm one of the best looking World Heavyweight champs…I figured I should get to know you."
She raised an eyebrow. "This won't stop me from going for the title."
"I wouldn't think so but just a hint. Trish is going to try and degrade you in front of your adoring public. Be ready." He nodded to her and left.
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Brooke watched the TV in the diva's locker room and saw Trish in Bischoff's office.
"I want a Bra and Panties match against that bitch but you can't put my title up!" She finished while putting on an innocent look on and chewing on her bottom lip..
"I already told these fans that I'm going to and I gave you-" She walked up to him and put a hand on his chest.
"I know what you told them but…these fans don't deserve to see my title match…and after the show…I could put on a bra and panties match for you…and only you…" Bischoff gulped and didn't say anything and the TV went to another match.
Brooke laughed at the TV and turned it off. 'What a bitch.' she thought.
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Brooke walked out of the diva's locker room in a pair of short short jean shorts and a black tank top. She felt something drop so she bent down to pick it up. It happened to be a pair of brass knuckles. She quickly slid them into her black leather healed boot.
"Nice view." chuckled Randy from behind. She rolled her eyes and stood up. "Don't stop now…it looked great."
"Yeah I'm sure." she said as she turned to face him.
"Be nice now…I came to wish you good luck."
"Good luck in losing so you can see my bra and panties or good luck in beating the shit out of her."
He shrugged and said, "Which ever happens is fine with me." She laughed and shook her head. She turned to walk away but he grabbed her arm and kissed her on the forehead. "You know what would be another good luck thing?"
"Should I even ask?" she said as she raised an eyebrow.
"Dinner with me after the show."
"I'll think about it…" she started as she turned to walk away.
"You're not getting away that easily." He said as he grabbed her waist and walked with her.
"What are you a valet now?"
"For you…of course."
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Brooke walked down the ramp with a glare from Trish and cheers from the fans. She climbed into the ring and smirked at Trish. 'This is gonna be easy.' She thought.
Eric Bischoff walked out onto the platform and said, "Before this match gets underway…I just wanted to come out and tell all of you fans that this match is still for the women's title. Yes, Trish you and I had fun but I need ratings and there's no way you're gonna screw those away from me. Carry on."
The ref rang the bell and Brooke clothes lined Trish to the floor right away. She quickly got on top of Trish and put her into a camel clutch. She pulled on her neck and smiled when she heard the screams of her opponent. Trish reached for a rope and the ref called a rope break. Brooke let go and stood back up. Seeing that she had time, she taunted to get the crowd going. As soon as she turned around Trish performed her finishing move, The Chick Kick. Brooke fell right to the floor not really moving. She felt Trish go straight for her top and yanked it right off of her. Brooke rolled over when Trish swung Brooke's shirt over her head. Brooke got up and body slammed Trish to the floor. She stomped on Trish's back while holding on to the top rope. Trish was laying there not moving so Brooke ripped off Trish's shirt and threw it in her face. She then lifted her opponent off the ground and performed a rolling backbreaker. She then lifted up Trish's legs and pulled of her black shorts. Trish was left in her lacy white bra and panties.
The ref held Brooke's hand up in the air and gave her the Women's Championship. She looked down and realized that her black bra with a diamond heart charm in the middle was showing but didn't let it bother her. She still jumped up on the turnbuckle and held the title up in the air.
Brooke walked backstage still feeling the adrenalin from the match. She spotted Randy waiting for her with a short silky black robe. When he saw her he smirked and held up the robe. She laughed and walked over to him.
"Ready for anything eh?" She slipped it on and realized if she were in her panties as well it would've only cover half of them. "This robe wouldn't even cover my ass!" she joked.
"Exactly." He said as he lifted his chin up in a cocky manner. She playfully pushed him and shook her head but couldn't help but laugh. She slid the new women's title on her shoulder and walked back to the women's locker room with Randy.
She reached the locker room and opened the door with Randy right behind. She turned and looked him in his piercing blue eyes. "Don't even think about it."
"What? I've seen all the bra and panties matches anyway…not much to hide now. Plus there's no one in here." She rolled her eyes and walked in to grab her bag. She gave her title to Randy and reached into her bag.
"What should I wear?" she quietly mumbled to herself. Trish stormed in with a face like she was ready to kill Brooke.
Brooke turned around and smirked. She quickly grabbed her title away from Randy and shoved it into Trish's face. "See…it wasn't a challenge." Trish rammed Brooke into one of the lockers and started punching. Randy got up and pulled Brooke away from her. She was struggling in Randy's arms ready to beat the hell out of Trish.
"Stop it!" Randy yelled. Trish walked slightly backwards and Brooke stopped squirming…so much.
"Screwing Randy now?" Taunted Trish. "First McMahon and now Orton…my my my…you like to test all parts out huh?"
"I don't need to screw men to even get them to look at me. Kills you doesn't it Trish." Brooke hissed.
Trish growled and walked into the bathroom slamming the door shut.
"Bitch." Brooke mumbled while getting out of Randy's arms.
"Maybe we should go to my locker room…it would be safer."
"Since when do you have your own locker room?"
"When we lock Evolution out of theirs." he said while grinning cheekily. She smiled and nodded to the door.
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Randy and Brooke sat on the two leather couches waiting to hear banging on the door from Evolution. Brooke was now finally dressed in a pair of jeans and a black shirt that said Outlaw.
"While we're waiting why don't you tell me about yourself." Randy said while staring at the door.
"What, you get to see me in my bra and you don't even know anything about me?" she joked.
"What can I say? I work fast."
"I'm 22 and have been training since I was 18...I grew up in Michigan but moved to Stamford to train with my then coach. He wouldn't let me be just a diva so he made me work harder than any of the other guys." She pulled her hair back into a bun as she finished.
"So that's why you think you have a chance for the title."
"Not think…I know I have a chance." Randy nodded in agreement not wanting to get on her bad side right now.
They heard Evolution talking outside the door and saw the doorknob start to turn. Triple H started wiggling it and said,
"What the hell is wrong with this door?" He started kicking it when Ric offered to let him try. After all of Evolution tried to open the door, One of them knocked on the door. So Brooke answered,
"Come in!"
"Who the hell is that?" Triple H asked Batista.
"Stripers?" Ric said while getting excited. Brooke stood up and walked towards the door with Randy. They unlocked to door and whipped it open.
"Can we help you?" Brooke asked.
"What the hell are you doing in my locker room!" scowled Triple H.
"Our locker room…" corrected Batista.
"Yeah yeah whatever." he said while shrugging it off. Evolution started walking into their locker room but Randy and Brooke blocked their way. "We'll let you off easy if you let us in."
Brooke acted like she was thinking about it and shook her head. "Nope. Not till Ric admits I'm a better wrestler then him and you." Ric rolled his eyes and Triple H pushed his way through and into the locker room.
"Wait…you aren't pissed?" Brooke questioned them as they filed in.
"We have other problems little girl." sneered Triple H.
"Whatever; Just know that I'm one of them." She then pulled Randy put of the locker room and off they went to dinner.
A/N: Hey guys! I'm soooo sorry this update took so long. This is not me at all and I know this isn't an excuse but I got really busy. Anyway! I really do thank you for all the reviews…I'm so happy you are enjoying the story!
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Okay that's everyone…really guys I thank you for the reviews and sticking with me. I will try and get my act together so you will have an update sooner then you got this one…I hope. Hehe Thanks again! -Princess