"What Eric says is true," Shane started. "But I know what you're all thinking. You're all sitting there thinking 'Oh God, Bischoff's planned some sleazy set up here'. Well, fear not people, everything is totally un-sleazy. Tonight, we have a bikini contest and in order for it to be called fairly, I have enlisted the services of four unbiased superstars to be judges."
"What?!" Eric exclaimed. "You can't do that! This is my show!"
Shane looked over at him. "Shut your yap Eric, I can and I have, get over it."
Eric retreated away from Shane and kept his mouth shut, in all honesty, he thought Shane's idea of employing judges for the contest was great, it would only add to the Diva's embarrassment and humiliation. If only he had thought of it himself.
"So, introducing the first of our four judges," Shane started. "He is the Larger than Life Living Legend, Chris Jericho!"
His music hit and the pyro went off and there stood Chris Jericho on the stage. He made his way down to the ring, making comments to the fans as he went. He got in the ring and shook hands with Shane and Eric, then stood off to one side but not before posing for his Jerichoholics.
"Judge number two is the youngest member of the most powerful faction in this company today," Shane announced. "Mr Randy Orton!"
The crowd booed as Randy strode out and down to the ring. He posed cockily in the centre of the ring and then stood next to Chris.
"Ok, moving swiftly on. Our next judge is a true super hero," Shane proclaimed. "Please welcome, The Hurricane!"
Hurricane Helms swooshed out onto the stage and the fans went crazy. His music cut short as soon as he got into the ring and he stood facing the stage, waiting for the fourth and final judge to be announced.
"And last but not least, our final judge. This man is Mr Monday Night, Rob Van Dam!"
Rob confidently came out as his music started and his pyro went off. When he got in the ring he jumped up on the second rope and signalled his trademark RVD gestures. He jumped down as his music came to and end and stood with the other three judges.
"Ok, now that we have our judges," Shane started. "It's time to introduce the eight Diva's who will be taking part tonight."
Eric smirked. It was time for the fun and games to begin. Of course, the girls would have to be in character when they came down to the ring but he knew that they'd be going crazy inside, wanting to yell at him. He gleefully rubbed his hands together. This was gonna be great.
"Ok, Diva number one is Miss Terri Runnels!"
Terri's music hit and she stepped out onto the stage. She looked a little unsure but walked down to the ring anyway. The four judges conferred, each of them looking Terri over. Instead of getting into the ring, she stood at the bottom of the ramp, waiting for the rest of the girls to be called out.
"Diva number two is Stacy Kiebler!"
Kid Rock's version of 'Legs' blared through the sound system and Stacy walked out, a big smile on her face. She went to the bottom of the ramp and stood with Terri, waving to the fans as she went.
She received appreciative nods from the judges while Eric winked down at her. Terri could tell that Stacy wanted to slap the taste out of his mouth, but she managed to keep that bright smile on her face.
"Diva number three will be the lovely Trish Stratus!"
The fans went crazy as Trish appeared on the stage, pointing out to them. She stood with Stacy and Terri, doing her best to ignore the sleazy looks that Bischoff was sending her way.
"Diva number four is Ivory!"
Ivory didn't showboat for the fans, preferring to go straight to the bottom of the ramp.
"Diva number five will be Gail Kim!"
Gail got a mixed reaction from the crowd but she didn't seem to mind as she, like Ivory, went straight to the bottom of the ramp.
"Diva number six will be Miss Jackie Gayda!"
Jackie came out wearing one of her usual outrageously bright and colourful outfits. She smiled and waved to the fans as she went to join the others, sending a hard glare in Bischoff's direction when she got there.
"Diva number seven is a new addition to the Raw roster, introducing Riot!"
Good Charlotte's 'Riot Girl' started playing and Rachel walked onto the stage for the first time. The crowd cheered for her, even though they didn't know who she was.
"And finally, Diva number eight will be none other than Pixie!"
The fans went crazy when her music hit but Pixie didn't come out straight away. Her music restarted and she walked out slowly with a look of disbelief on her face and a microphone in her hand.
"I'm Diva number eight?" she asked incredulously as she walked down the ramp.
Shane nodded. "Yes."
She got in the ring. "I'm Diva number eight," she repeated, making it a statement rather than a question this time. She heard Bischoff snickering behind her and turned to face him.
"Something funny?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's just the thought of you in a bikini," he laughed.
Pixie laughed with him but stopped abruptly as she squared up to him. She brought her knee up and kneed him sharply in the groin. She smirked as she pushed him to the mat without any effort.
"I'm in."
"You all set?" Jeff asked.
Pixie nodded. "Yeah, I'm just coming."
She was accompanying Jeff to the ring for his match with Tommy before she went for the bikini contest. She would be hit again, this time by Tommy's fist rather than his cane, and that would prompt Jeff to demand a match against him on Sunday.
They walked along to the gorilla where they met Tommy. He, like Jeff, was calm and focused while Pixie was pumped up and raring to go.
"You ready for this?" Tommy asked.
"Definitely," Jeff replied.
"Both of you be careful," Pixie said.
"We will, don't worry sweetie," Tommy told her.
"Promise?"
He nodded. "I promise."
She turned to Jeff, her eyebrows raised questioningly.
"I'll be careful Pix," he said.
"Promise me Jeff," she demanded.
Jeff sighed. "You know I can't keep that promise Pixie."
"Please Jeff, just promise me."
He nodded reluctantly. "Ok, I promise." He smiled slightly. "I didn't know you cared."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "You wish Hardy boy, you wish."
Tommy's music was started and he went out onto the stage. The crowd went nuts for him like they always did as Lillian Garcia introduced him.
His music came to an end and Jeff's started immediately. They went through onto the stage, Jeff's eyes and arms glowing in the dark. Pixie smiled and waved to the fans as they walked down the ramp together. Jeff was focused on Tommy and he ran down into the ring.
Pixie quickly stood at ringside and watched as Tommy backed Jeff into a corner. The match was to be short and Pixie had to watch for her cue to get on the apron. Tommy continued to beat on Jeff and went for a pin. He used the ropes for leverage and Pixie got up on the ring apron.
"Come on ref are you blind?" she yelled. "He's using the ropes!"
The ref stopped the count and Tommy glared at Pixie. She carried on yelling at the ref and didn't notice Tommy coming towards her. Jeff jumped at him from behind and he fell into Pixie, pushing her off the apron and into the security barrier. Her head hit the barrier and she immediately covered it. She heard Jeff swear in the ring and knew that the match was over. He rolled out and knelt down beside her, brushing her hair away from her face.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
She nodded. "I'm fine, just hit my head on the barrier."
She let him pull her up and they went backstage to the trainer's room where Tommy was waiting anxiously. He immediately came to her side when she walked in.
"Are you ok?" he asked. "I didn't hurt you did I?"
Pixie smiled and shook her head. "You didn't hurt me sweetie, I just let myself fall too far back." She winced as Jeff put ice on her head. "Hit my head on the damn barrier."
"Will you be ok for later?" he asked.
"Yeah I'll be fine, no problem at all."
"You guys ready for your promo?" a crew guy asked.
"Sure thing," Jeff said.
Pixie sat up on the medical table while Tommy stood off to one side, awaiting his cue.
"Ok," the camera guy said. "We're rolling."
Jeff stood in front of Pixie and looked at her.
"I could kill Tommy for doing this to you," he said, his fists clenched at his sides.
"Jeff it was an accident," Pixie said, trying to reason with him.
"But you're hurt, you shouldn't be getting hurt while you're out there at ringside."
Tommy walked in and smirked at Jeff.
"Maybe this'll teach you not to take your little girlfriend to ringside with you when you're wrestling me."
Pixie stood up. "I'm not his girlfriend and he does not 'take' me to ringside, I go of my own accord."
"Oh yeah? Well I guess I'll see you at ringside on Sunday then 'cause I want a match with your boy here."
"Oh really?" Jeff asked, squaring up to him. "You want a match, you got a match."
"Hey."
Pixie looked up and saw Katie standing in the doorway of her locker room.
"Hey, what are you doing back here?" Pixie asked.
"Paige got scared when she saw you getting hurt," the younger girl said. "And Dad and the boys were pretty worried about ya too."
Pixie smiled. "So you've been sent back to check on me?"
Katie nodded and sat on the table in front of her sister. "Pretty much, yeah."
"I'm fine honey, just a little bump on my head." She looked up at her. "So is everything else ok?"
Katie nodded. "Yeah, the boys went nuts when you came out earlier, Danny was telling everyone around us you were his sister but I don't think anyone believed him."
Pixie laughed. "That boy is a loser. Anyway, I'm just getting ready to go back out there again, can you find your way back?"
"Yeah, and if not I'll just find some cute wrestler to show me the way," she said with a grin.
"I'm sure Ollie will be thrilled about that."
Ollie was Katie's high school sweetheart; they'd been practically inseparable since they were fifteen.
Katie winked. "What Ollie doesn't know won't hurt him."
Pixie shook her head as the girl walked out.
The door opened again and Riot walked in. Pixie smiled up at her.
"What's up?" she asked.
"I'm nervous," came her reply. "Really really nervous."
Pixie smiled sympathetically. "Same here unfortunately."
Riot sat down on the chair opposite Pixie.
"But you've been going out there every week for…how long now?"
"Just over a year and a half," she replied. "But this is my first bikini contest."
"Your first? You've never been in one before?" Riot asked.
Pixie shook her head. "Nope. My first appearance here was an interference in a hardcore match between Rob Van Dam and Christian. After that, I was put in matches that the other girls had to work their way up to. This is my first gimmick match."
Riot nodded slowly. "So we're pretty much thrown in at the deep end then, yeah?"
Pixie laughed a little. "I guess so, yeah. We're in it together."
Both women looked up as Trish poked her head in.
"That's us up ladies."
Everyone else was standing in the ring, all the other Divas had already made their entrances and Pixie was the only one left standing at the gorilla. Her music hit and she walked out onto the stage. Her pyro went off like it usually did and she walked down the ramp. She didn't really want to take part in this but she knew that she had to. She got into the ring and raised her hand in the air as her glitter shot up from each of the ring posts. She stood at the end of the line of Divas and stared out into the crowd.
The four judges were behind a table and Shane McMahon and Eric Bischoff sat at either end. One by one, each of the girls took their turn of impressing the judges. When it came to Pixie, she removed her fluffy white bathrobe to reveal a simple black two-piece suit. With a smirk, she walked over and stood in front of Bischoff. She slowly raised her hand in front of her face and gave him the finger, laughing at the look of rage on his face. She got out of the ring and walked up the ramp and backstage, not bothering to wait for the results of the contest.
"Pixie! Pixie!"
Pixie stopped walking but didn't turn around, knowing full well that the cameras were on her.
"You forgot your robe," the voice said. "You left the ring in a hell of a hurry."
She turned and snatched her robe from the hands of Shane McMahon.
"I wasn't about to parade around out there just to satisfy Eric Bischoff," she replied.
"Well let me tell you, he is far from satisfied with you right now."
"Well good. Pervert."
She turned to walk away but stopped when Shane called out to her.
"You know that you're through to the next round," he said. He smiled when Pixie stopped. "Yeah, the guys thought you were great."
"But I didn't do anything," she protested as she turned to face him.
Shane shrugged. "Well they loved you. You showed guts out there Pixie, which is more than I can say for half the guys on the roster. Good luck on Sunday."
Pixie watched him walk away, a look of disbelief on her face.
"Ok that's great people!"
Pixie relaxed when the cameras went off and she put her robe back on. She went into her locker room where Tommy and Jeff were waiting.
"Pixie that was great! Jeff exclaimed when she walked in. "Did you see the look on Bischoff's face?!"
She smiled and nodded silently. She sat down next to Tommy and curled up in her robe.
"You ok Pix?" Tommy asked.
Pixie nodded. "Yeah I'm fine. I just feel…I don't know…did you see the way Bischoff was eyeing me before I walked over to him?"
Tommy nodded. "I know hon, but if it ever gets too much, just say the word and I'll kick his sorry ass."
Pixie laughed and batted her eyelashes. "My hero."
A/N: Sorry this has taken so long to post, but what can I say, I'm very lazy lol. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, it is appreciated!!
As you can see, there are a few blasts from the past but I'm looking to update some of the characters so please keep reading and reviewing!!
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