A/N: I got nothing.

After two months of intense training, and two months of intense heckling from Brian, Shannon had decided that Caria was ready to try and work her first match.

"Who am I wrestling? I'm not wrestling a guy, am I?" Caria asked, becoming slightly terrified. She didn't want to wrestle a man. She was afraid that she would get hurt with their overt physicality. "I thought I was the only girl here."

Shannon chuckled. "No, you're not wrestling a guy."

"Am I wrestling you then?" Caria joked.

"Oh, that hurts, Caria. Besides, I'm injured right now. I'm not wrestling. No, I've found you an opponent. She should be here any minute. She's a wrestling student, just like you. It should be an even match up. By the way, you're not a Cody Rhodes fan, are you?" Shannon asked.

"Not especially."

"Good, because she'd kill you if you were."

"She's not like Beth Phoenix, is she?" Caria worried.

"Caria, if you want to be a wrestler, then you can't be afraid of getting hurt."

"I'm not. I'd just like to live after my first freaking match, if that's alright with you."

Just then, Caria's opponent walked into the room. She was shorter than Caria, and definitely not of a Beth Phoenix build. She had long black hair and green eyes, and she was dressed to wrestle.

"Finally, Becky. I was getting ready to send out a search party," Shannon said.

"Shut up, Shannon. It's not my fault that Cody takes forever to park his fucking car," Becky said, tossing her bag aside and hopping into the ring with Caria.

"Is he coming up here?"

"Yeah, he should be. I swear, I am not going to let him show up anymore. Whenever I'm doing a match, he's always commentating. I am going to kill him soon."

"But if you did that, all of the little girls would cry," Shannon laughed.

Becky rolled her eyes. Caria became suspicious of something, but she wasn't sure of what it was just yet. "You're Caria, right?"

"Yeah, I am."

"I'm Becky. It's nice to meet you."

Yet another person came into the room. This time, it was Cody Rhodes. Caria was confused out of her mind now, but she remained silent.

"Shannon, why did you make me come out all the way to freaking North Carolina for this?" he asked Shannon.

"Dumbass, no one said you had to come," Becky said.

"But I go to all of your matches, even those damn ICW ones!"

"Yes, and you're a lovely boyfriend, but can we just get on with this?"

Now Caria realized why she felt funny about this. "Um, Shannon, I thought you said that she was still in training."

"Oops," Shannon grinned.

"Alright, Shannon, what are the stipulations for this little match?" Becky asked, sitting on the turnbuckle.

"Caria, do you remember how to take a DDT?" Shannon asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, well that's her finisher because someone," Shannon said, glancing over at Cody, "insisted that she use his instead of getting her own. Since Caria doesn't have a finisher yet, Becky wins with the DDT. Ding ding."

About halfway through the match, Becky said, "You know, Shannon, she could have like a submission finisher. None of the Divas use that stuff anymore." She said it at an awkward angle, as Caria had her in a headlock.

"That's a good idea," Shannon said. "How about it, Caria?"

"Sure," she mustered out, rebounding off the ropes and performing a cross body. "What did you have in mind?"

Shannon thought about it, but didn't have an answer.

"Headscissors armbar," Cody said.

"Perfect," Shannon grinned.

A/N: I was going to have more, but I have a demanding little sister who is making me get off the computer because she sucks.

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