Switched
Chapter 14
A.N – I am sorry for the long update! I am feeling so much better now and I only have 1 whole week of uni left then I am free to do what I want!
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When the going gets tough...the tough wear Spandex
Awww they look so cute together. Shame I need to wake them up... Ariel had a huge grin on her face as she watched Randy and Trish sleeping. She had expected them to be at the arena and was pleased they had managed to give into their feelings. Glancing at the clock she saw it was nearly 2pm, shaking her head she sighed and pulled out a shiny, silver whistle from her pocket.
"Show time." She whispered and her grin widened as she brought the cold metal to her lips...
A shrill, ear-piercing shriek filled the room (and that was just Randy!) causing both the startled wrestlers to spring up from the bed.
"Good! You're awake, now we can get going!" Ariel enthused clapping her hands in delight.
Trish and Randy glanced at each other, trying to get their breath back. Once they did Randy scowled at the witch who was delicately putting her whistle back into her pocket.
"Is there a reason why you tried to give us a heart attack?" Randy growled at her.
"Oh Randal! Stop with the over dramatics! You're snoring drowned out my voice so I had to resort to louder methods to make sure you got up in time besides I believe your squeal was louder than my whistle." Ariel smirked in a matter of fact way.
Randy just glared at her but Trish giggled.
"She does have a point, that was pretty loud!"
Randy sent her a look that made her clear throat and turn her attention back to the witch who had now changed into a black velor tracksuit. On the back of said Tracksuit top was silver stars.
"Um where did you get that from?" Trish asked confused as she was so sure the witch was wearing a corset and skirt a minute ago.
"Do you like it? I bought it from the store last week. It was murder you know trying to find my size." Ariel beamed as she admired her suit. Trish smiled at her as she knew what it was like when you saw something you like but couldn't find your size.
"I know what you mean! This one time when I was the Gucci store with Kelly..." Trish began and acted like her former self. Randy just stared dumbfounded at the two women as they continued to gossip about clothes.
"I mean come on! A size zero is just not a real size!" Trish exclaimed as she regaled Ariel with the tale of how she spotted this cute pair of gold Gucci hot pants but they didn't have her size (a size 8) but had the size for a walking skeleton.
"I know what you..." Ariel began but Randy's moody look caught her eye and she immediately cleared her throat. "Anyway, enough gossip! You have 5 minutes." Ariel told them seriously.
Trish looked at Randy who looked at her then both of them looked at Ariel again.
"5 minutes? What's going on? Where are we going?" Randy asked uneasy.
Ariel just laughed as she waved her wand and two sets of clothes appeared beside the couple sitting on the bed.
Trish's nose wrinkled in disgust. Spandex! She has got to be kidding me! Randy stared horrified at the suit he had been given.
"Oh hell no! I ain't wearing that!" Randy roared at Ariel who rolled her eyes at him.
Ariel had whipped up two spandex suits – a vest top and matching shorts (and Randy was so sure his were smaller than Trish's!)
Trish had to stifle a giggle as her suit was black and didn't look so bad...
"It's pink!" Randy whined.
"And?" Ariel looked at him as if he was stupid.
"I. Am. Not. Going. To. Wear. That!" Randy hissed at her.
Trish stopped this was not going to be pretty...
Ariel lowered her wand, the sparkle in her eyes faded, the room seemed to grow darker and Ariel's voice had gotten extremely quiet and menacing.
"What did you say?" She enquired in a an almost silent-yet-threatening-whisper.
"Y-you heard me." Randy stammered somehow losing his cool as the witch slowly progressed towards him he shot a quick glance at Trish who was busy pulling her top off.
"Traitor!" He whispered at her. This was not good. Not good at all...
Trish couldn't look at Randy, even though he was in her body the suit he had on looked ridiculous as it was roughly 3 sizes too small.
"Shut up!" He whined as Trish turned away and laughed once more.
Ariel covered her mouth to stop the giggles but Randy shot her a dark look.
"You can stop that as well! How come her shorts aren't getting eaten by her ass?" Randy yelled pointing at his ass, the back of his shorts was slowly disappearing into his backside.
"Nice...you sure know how to impress the ladies." Ariel said smoothly before catching Trish's eye and cracking up again.
"Ha ha ha! So funny! Now can we please get on with this training session? In case you two children haven't noticed RAW starts in a few hours." Randy said as he got into the ring.
Trish cleared her throat and quickly entered the ropes. Ariel smiled before waving her wand and she levitated off the ground before floating in the air and landing gently in the ring in front of them.
"Show off." Randy muttered and Ariel chose to ignore him. Placing her wand carefully in her pocket she cleared her throat then clasped her hands together.
"Righty! We have 6 days until the big one and we can't afford to make mistakes. I know you are involved in matches so I won't keep you long...."
"So why did we have to wear these suits?" Trish asked uncomfortably as she felt hers was a little too revealing.
Ariel just smiled and carried on as if nothing happened.
"As I was saying I won't keep you (Trish sighed defeated and figured she should let the other woman speak) Staring from 5AM tomorrow you will be spending the next 5 days training and if I am not satisfied you will continue training until I see fit..." Ariel declared and both the superstars stared at her their mouths open in shock.
"Come again?" Randy asked his eyes widened in shock. She's gotta be kidding me? 5AM?! I need sleep!
Trish just stared at Ariel who chuckled slightly.
"It's not that bad...besides the more training you do the easier your matches will be."
Randy looked at Trish who nodded. Ariel did have a point. Looking at the witch he let out a defeated sigh.
"Fine. I'll train at 5AM..." Randy began and Ariel clasped her hands in delight. "But!" He cut her off and she raised a brow questioningly at him. Trish frowned at Randy. Shut up Randy. Don't make her angry she might do something bad like shrink my boobies! Trish shuddered at the thought but Randy and Ariel were oblivious to her sudden action as the focused their attention on each other.
Ariel had now folded her arms in front of her – an amused smirk formed across her face.
"Oh? And what condition is that Randal?"
Randy kept his serious gaze. "I'm not dressing like a rejected Power Ranger!" He stated firmly.
Trish stared wide eyed at Randy. She turned her attention to Ariel who was pondering his request.
"Fine. I accept your offer. Now lets begin..." Ariel boomed, her voice echoing in the empty arena.
As she muttered a few spells to prevent anyone coming in/hearing them the two WWE Superstars exchanged a nervous glance. They got the feeling that this training session was going to be tough.
Ariel watched them and smiled widely. It was as if she could read their thoughts.
This is going to be so much fun, They're going to fucking hate me!
"GET UP RANDAL! YOU CALL YOURSELF A CHAMPION! HAH!" Ariel yelled at Randy who along with Trish was sprawled out on the mat.
"I swear...I will...kill...her." Randy said through gritted teeth as he felt as if his whole body (well Trish's body) was on fire.
Trish glanced at him and cursed as she tried to move. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel so sore?
Ariel floated over to them and smiled into their tired/angry faces.
"You keep this up and you 'll not see SummerSlam." Ariel dryly commented.
Randy was about to reply when felt himself being lifted off the ground. Trish was also lifted up and Ariel left them levitating in the air.
"We have 6 days and you two can't even get up off the mat?" Ariel asked them shaking her head in disbelief.
"Well we would have gotten up if you hadn't made us practice jumping up of the turn buckle!" Randy argued.
"Come on! You both jump off that measly post every week." Ariel shot back staring up at the two.
"Well usually they aren't 10ft off the ground and have arms and toss you onto the mat!" Trish pointed out glaring at the witch.
Ariel suppressed a grin. "Hey! Its not my fault I got a little carried away!" Ariel said to them.
This pushed Randy over the edge. They had been training for hours and RAW would be starting in an hour. He was aching and had no time for her silly games.
"A LITTLE? YOU CALL MUTANT TURN BUCKLES A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY? RAW STARTS IN 1 HOUR AND WE ARE DYING AND THIS LITTLE GAME IS NOT HELPING OUR CURRENT SITUATION!"
Trish turned to him and saw how red his face was. She had to admit he was right. They were getting no where and the last exercise proved that. Ariel's smile turned into a frown, Trish noticed she was getting upset. Her bottom lip began to quiver. "I was just trying to help." The witch said in a small voice.
" HELP? YOU THINK THIS IS HELPING US?" Randy asked incredulously. He noticed how upset Ariel was getting and felt bad for yelling at her but she frustrated him so damn much.
"DON'T START THE WATERWORKS! IT DOES NOTHING FOR ME!" Randy roared at her.
"Ariel..." Trish began gently and Randy stared at her dumbfounded. How can she be so nice to her?
Ariel sadly looked at Trish who smiled slightly.
"Ignore him, he just has a case of PMS (Randy shot Trish a dark look) bad PMS." Trish said looking at Randy.
Ariel smiled slightly and Trish beamed at her.
"There's that lovely smile!"
"I'm dreaming. This can't be happening." Randy muttered but Trish ignored him once more.
"Just ignore Mr Grumpy Panties over there (Trish jerked her head in Randy's direction causing Ariel to laugh) You've done a great job today training us and although the last challenge was unexpected, it was fun but I think all jokes aside we should stick to normal methods because I just don't see 10ft turn buckles with arms appearing during our matches, do you?" Trish asked Ariel who still smiled but shook her head in reply to Trish's question.
"Good. Now I think we can call it a day. We have to get ready for RAW. We just want to thank you for helping us out today...don't we Randy?" Trish replied turning to Randy who was still in shock.
"Randy?" Trish asked once more frowning she was trying to sweet talk Ariel into letting them go and he was not helping the situation.
Ariel looked at Randy expectingly. It was as if she was 5 years old. Glancing at Trish and then down at the witch he sighed.
"Thank you." He replied in a somewhat defeated tone.
Ariel beamed once more and then waved her wand. Trish gently landed onto the floor and Randy fell on his ass.
"She did that on purpose!" Randy muttered as he got to his feet rubbing his ass.
Trish elbowed him and gave him a look to say shut up as Ariel quickly removed the spells keeping them from the others. Before they could blink Ariel had also transformed their 'training clothes' into their
"So 5AM tomorrow morning?" Trish asked with a smile.
"I will meet you both in the hallway outside your room. Good luck tonight! I'll be rooting for you both!" Ariel squealed and rushed over and hugged the two of them.
Get off me! Randy hissed to himself.
When she pulled away she grinned and waved before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Randy turned to Trish once she was gone but the Canadian held up her hand to stop him from speaking.
"She's gone. It's over. We better get going we've got matches." Trish said then made her way out of the ring.
Randy just stood there. He couldn't believe what had happened today...he had to wear spandex suit, he almost got killed by freaky mutant turn buckles and to top it off the girl he liked was being nice to the weirdo who put them in this predicament.
"RANDY? RANDY MOVE YOUR BLONDE BOOTY OUTTA THERE RIGHT NOW!" Trish yelled as she made her way up the ramp.
Randy took a deep breath and tried to let reality sink in. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. As he made his way out of the ring he couldn't wait for this whole thing to be over. As he caught up to a smiling Trish he couldn't help but grin. Tonight he was going to go out there and show everyone, Diva or not, he was going to beat Candice Michelle and become the new Women's Champion.
A.N. Sorry if this chapter was shite (pardon my language) Please review and I shall update at some point next week. Will update Bittersweet next week too!
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