Disclaimer: I own nothing, sorry! The wrestlers belong to Vince and the WWE
and the bar idea is based on a bar in France I spent a lot of time at
recently. That'll all be fully explained at the end of the story
IN THE ZONE
"No, no! Torrie its two steps stamp stamp THEN two steps spin, that's like the third time I've had to say that! Once more and I'm replacing you"
"You say that every day Stace and you never do"
"I mean it this time, ok try again"
The music began with a crackle and the two blondes moved in perfect unison to the beat, concentrating hard. As they reached the climax and finished, the taller of the two nodded in satisfaction.
"Perfect, why couldn't you have done that the first time?" she asked
The slightly shorter one shrugged and hopped off the stage to drink some water. Dressed in a simple white tank, blue stretch pants and her hair tucked under a pink visor, Torrie hadn't managed to hide her doll-like beauty even sweating heavily. Practice had been long and hard and she was more than ready for a break. Stacy always wanted things perfect, driving her dance partner hard everyday. Things were particularly difficult this evening as Torrie's husband Billy was watching tonight and she was nervous about that. She wanted it perfect too, she just wished that Stacy wasn't so uptight. She was beginning to ruin Torrie's love for dancing by taking all the fun out of it.
"Take a break, both of you" a voice ordered from behind the bar "give Trish a chance to practice"
"Thanks Lita" Torrie called gratefully
The redheaded co-owner of the bar nodded and went back to cleaning glasses. There was so much to do everyday before the night when the bar properly opened and she had to oversee all of it. She looked very different to the two stunning blonde dancers in her physicality and chosen clothes. She had fiery hair with pink tips flowing past her shoulders, well-lined eyes and lips and oil drab cargo pants worn low on her hips and a black midriff top with the sleeves chopped off. Definitely unique. Stacy often said she should wear something a little dressier for the evenings, saying it put the customers off being served by a skater girl. Lita did change for the evenings but became dressy in her own way, no skirts. The bar was supposed to be different, that's why she bought it. She'd bought it a year or so ago with her fiancé Matt giving them joint ownership. The staff were handpicked from her close friends, people who'd do the job and enjoy it without wanting more wages or more time off. A tight unit that could supposedly have fun in their jobs too.
There was the sound of heavy footsteps and then a man with black hair down his back and impossibly dark eyes appeared out of a hole in the floor, kicking a door shut over it as he emerged. He lifted a crate of bottles easily onto the bar counter and began stacking the bottles under it
"Nearly the last one Li" he informed her
"Great, has Jeff got his music all arranged yet?"
"C'mon, this is Jeff we're talking about, I think he's still napping backstage"
"Remind why we hire him Matt?"
"The customers like his shit and he's cheap"
"Chris here yet?"
"Said he'd be here by eight, he's got rehearsals with Fozzy"
Lita rolled her eyes. Two members of their staff harboured rock and roll ambitions, which constantly disrupted their work at the bar. It was a good thing she counted them as good friends who were good at what they did otherwise she'd have fired them both. A sudden startling screech of microphone static wrenched her from her thoughts so abruptly that she dropped a glass and watched it shatter in dismay at her feet.
"Sorry! The soundbox had problems!" Trish called from the stage
"That's ok, glasses are replaceable" Lita called back before adding under her breath "They always are"
Matt grinned as he crouched to scoop up the glass and Trish took a deep breath before letting her full cool voice erupt into the microphone. Her voice matched her figure and personality. Another unnatural blonde, she was small, full-bodied and curvy, blessed with a beautiful wide-eyed face and matching full lips. Singing at the club had started as a hobby for cash while hanging with friends then developed into a vocation and a living. Nothing moved her like singing did, she went into a zone of complete pure pleasure that she craved above everything. She was just getting there when Lita interrupted her
"Hey Trish, when are Bubba and D-Von showing up?"
"Ummmm I think around eight, they've gone bowling with Spike all afternoon"
"Ok, as long as they're here soon..."
"Li..." Matt's soothing voice halted her frazzled thoughts "chill, it'll all work out"
"Things in here never do, nothing's gonna change that" she retorted but stole a kiss anyway
IN THE ZONE
"No, no! Torrie its two steps stamp stamp THEN two steps spin, that's like the third time I've had to say that! Once more and I'm replacing you"
"You say that every day Stace and you never do"
"I mean it this time, ok try again"
The music began with a crackle and the two blondes moved in perfect unison to the beat, concentrating hard. As they reached the climax and finished, the taller of the two nodded in satisfaction.
"Perfect, why couldn't you have done that the first time?" she asked
The slightly shorter one shrugged and hopped off the stage to drink some water. Dressed in a simple white tank, blue stretch pants and her hair tucked under a pink visor, Torrie hadn't managed to hide her doll-like beauty even sweating heavily. Practice had been long and hard and she was more than ready for a break. Stacy always wanted things perfect, driving her dance partner hard everyday. Things were particularly difficult this evening as Torrie's husband Billy was watching tonight and she was nervous about that. She wanted it perfect too, she just wished that Stacy wasn't so uptight. She was beginning to ruin Torrie's love for dancing by taking all the fun out of it.
"Take a break, both of you" a voice ordered from behind the bar "give Trish a chance to practice"
"Thanks Lita" Torrie called gratefully
The redheaded co-owner of the bar nodded and went back to cleaning glasses. There was so much to do everyday before the night when the bar properly opened and she had to oversee all of it. She looked very different to the two stunning blonde dancers in her physicality and chosen clothes. She had fiery hair with pink tips flowing past her shoulders, well-lined eyes and lips and oil drab cargo pants worn low on her hips and a black midriff top with the sleeves chopped off. Definitely unique. Stacy often said she should wear something a little dressier for the evenings, saying it put the customers off being served by a skater girl. Lita did change for the evenings but became dressy in her own way, no skirts. The bar was supposed to be different, that's why she bought it. She'd bought it a year or so ago with her fiancé Matt giving them joint ownership. The staff were handpicked from her close friends, people who'd do the job and enjoy it without wanting more wages or more time off. A tight unit that could supposedly have fun in their jobs too.
There was the sound of heavy footsteps and then a man with black hair down his back and impossibly dark eyes appeared out of a hole in the floor, kicking a door shut over it as he emerged. He lifted a crate of bottles easily onto the bar counter and began stacking the bottles under it
"Nearly the last one Li" he informed her
"Great, has Jeff got his music all arranged yet?"
"C'mon, this is Jeff we're talking about, I think he's still napping backstage"
"Remind why we hire him Matt?"
"The customers like his shit and he's cheap"
"Chris here yet?"
"Said he'd be here by eight, he's got rehearsals with Fozzy"
Lita rolled her eyes. Two members of their staff harboured rock and roll ambitions, which constantly disrupted their work at the bar. It was a good thing she counted them as good friends who were good at what they did otherwise she'd have fired them both. A sudden startling screech of microphone static wrenched her from her thoughts so abruptly that she dropped a glass and watched it shatter in dismay at her feet.
"Sorry! The soundbox had problems!" Trish called from the stage
"That's ok, glasses are replaceable" Lita called back before adding under her breath "They always are"
Matt grinned as he crouched to scoop up the glass and Trish took a deep breath before letting her full cool voice erupt into the microphone. Her voice matched her figure and personality. Another unnatural blonde, she was small, full-bodied and curvy, blessed with a beautiful wide-eyed face and matching full lips. Singing at the club had started as a hobby for cash while hanging with friends then developed into a vocation and a living. Nothing moved her like singing did, she went into a zone of complete pure pleasure that she craved above everything. She was just getting there when Lita interrupted her
"Hey Trish, when are Bubba and D-Von showing up?"
"Ummmm I think around eight, they've gone bowling with Spike all afternoon"
"Ok, as long as they're here soon..."
"Li..." Matt's soothing voice halted her frazzled thoughts "chill, it'll all work out"
"Things in here never do, nothing's gonna change that" she retorted but stole a kiss anyway