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Chapter 9: Back to Work
Next morning left no time to sit and do anything. First there was the meeting with Vince McMahon. He was full of congratulations for Mark and Sara as well as Glenn for having found a “Good girl for once”. We were all filled in on the Steph angle and the joining up with “Kane”. He sent Tony Garea to figure out whom to add to the tag match and to tell the costume designer that I would be down later. After that was working the ring. Amy and Jess gave me a good pounding, “Just to prepare you”. The costumer set me in a white tank top and I convinced her to let me wear my own comfortable jeans since I knew I could work in them. Glenn got a new more revealing outfit.
“Nice Babe. Going to wear that for me.”
He smirked. “Rabid female fans, little girl. Rabid female fans.” The costume designer and I rolled our eyes at him as Stephanie McMahon walked in.
“Diane, I really need…Oh, you.”
“Why hello Stephanie. How are you today?” I’m really good at the sugar sweet type voice.
“Listen here, you bitch. You are going to pay for that little incident last week. You can be sure of that.”
“Oh Really? Well we will see who pays for what.”
“You’re mine tonight Hardy.” With that she walked out the door.
“Ok, Princess needs to be brought down a few thousand notches.”
“You get to do it babe. Then you get to come save me from Adam and Jason.”
I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. “Who?”
“Remember the Wild-eyed Blonde from that little confrontation with your brother? That’s Adam. Jason is his tag partner. It’s a handicap match so when they try for the Con-Chair-to then you get to come out and wail away on Jason.”
He filled me in on the other details while he was fitted. He led me out to our dressing room to drop our stuff, then on to meet Jason and Adam. Adam was a real character. I don’t think I have ever seen such perfect teeth. And I’m sorry but it’s a crime for any man to have hair that’s better than a woman’s. Jason was rather quiet and reserved. Both are too pretty. Just my opinion.
Anyway, after we worked that out, Glenn and I headed out to lunch. It was about 4pm when we got back and began waiting. Glenn fell asleep and I caught up on my reading. I woke the big lug up 15 minutes before prep time. This time he was the groggy one and required his daily dose of caffeine to wake up. Mark came by to make sure we were already there and to tell me to get up front. Tim White wanted to talk over my match with me. Apparently I was first match up and got to do the first of the preshow bullshit against The Queen of Demons. This should prove to be quite interesting.
I headed back to the locker room to finish getting ready. All I had to do was pull my hair up and finish my makeup. Glenn was blacking out around his eyes as I walked in. “Hi handsome. How you doing?”
He looked up from his work to smile at me. “Just fine Little Sunshine. How you doing? Almost ready to get your first actual match going?”
“I’m ready to beat the crap out of Miss Priss. She is not on my list of happy people right now. It’s too bad I gotta beat her senseless. She deserves much worse.” He agreed but reminded me to get out there and get it over with so I could save him later in the night.
I headed out and waited at the ramp watching on the monitor as Miss Stephanie badmouthed most of the federation. I got my cue to walk out as Matt and Jeff’s theme music ran through the arena. I walked out and stood on the ramp and looked dead at Stephanie.
“Well Stephy, you seem to have just insulted most of the Company. I think you left out Me, John Cena and the last group from Tough Enough. So I think its my turn to tell you what I think of you. Ya see that little episode with you and your sad little gang was rather uncalled for. Just because you guys are sore losers is no reason to outnumber and try to beat the living snot out of them. I honestly think you are all cowards.”
“I am not a coward. I am Stephanie McMahon!”
“Ok you’re a coward and an idiot. You have to remind yourself of your own name. Come on. You know you have to get others to fight for you. You can’t take care of yourself. What would happen if you have to actually fight someone by your self without any help? I seriously doubt it would happen. You probably cant fight your way out of a paper bag with out daddy dearest to buy your way out.”
“Do you want to find out?”
At that, she waved me down like she though she would win. This was a shoot fight after all. So I ran down and powerslid into the ring. She tried to pull my hair but had no luck as I quickly pushed her away to the ropes. She rushed me and got me with a clothesline. Ok. So I underestimated her a bit. We’ll remedy that. I got back up and pretended to be afraid of what she’d do next. As she came toward me I simply kicked her square in the abdomen. While she was going down, I utilized Matt’s nice little finisher, Twist of Fate. Thank God for those beatings.
Apparently, she doesn’t have much fight in her, After the Twist, it was a simple cover. A referee had followed me out and counted the pin. I grabbed the mic she had dropped and told her that there was her lesson. “Don’t get too cocky Miss Priss. You’re quick to lose.” I jumped out of the ring and headed back to the back.
Glenn was there to congratulate me and give me a big hug. “I am SO proud of you. Your first match!”
I kissed his forehead where his mask would soon be. “Thanks Big Guy. How long until your match?”
He kissed me on the cheek as he answered. “About 10 minutes. Will you go get me a bottle of water from the cooler so I can talk to Jason and Adam?”
I nodded and headed for the back. Mark was back there and walked over to say hello. “Hey Faith. Nice match. You going to fight like that when we fight that tag match?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Just wondering. Even Sara was impressed. You’re good. Maybe too good. You should be fighting men. I think you have to go fight some tonight. Don’t be too hard on Adam and Jay. They won’t be on you either.”
With that he went back to look after Sara and get ready for his match. I headed back in time to see Glenn and his opponents getting ready to go. Glenn was finishing lacing up his boots and the other two getting ready to walk out. “Now remember little girl. You come out as soon as you see Adam trying to pin me. Ok?”
I nodded as “Kane’s” Music came up and he headed out, pulling down his mask.
“Never a dull moment.”
I watched on the monitor for my time to go out. “There.” Adam speared him and had his leg. I ran out and jumped in to the ring. I grabbed Adam by the roots of his hair and rammed him into the mat, giving time for Glenn to get up. I distracted the ref so ‘Kane’ could take care of Christian and Edge. A double choke slam later and that match was won.
‘Kane’ walked up to me menacingly, his music in the background. He did his pyro and raised my hand. Huge Pop. It was a short match but a good one nonetheless. As we climbed out of the ring Kane decided to throw me on his shoulders. I was carried up the ramp watching the crowd and blowing kisses.
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