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Date Posted: 21:48:29 08/11/05 Thu
Author: Confrontations
Subject: Backstage
In reply to: The Heavyweight Champion 's message, "In Ring" on 15:11:52 08/01/05 Mon






~The crowd pops as the camera cuts to the very sexy Charlie O’neale, who is headed down a hallway backstage when a voice from behind her causes her to stop.~


“Well isn’t this odd… Charlie without her Randy… when does THAT ever happen?”











~Charlie rolls her eyes and looks back to see Trish Stratus smirking back at her. Chaz goes to say something, but Trish holds a finger up.~

Trish: “Don’t. Say. A word.” ~She then steps right up to Charlie, slamming a hand against the wall over Charlie’s shoulder, nearly pinning her against the wall. Chaz is startled slightly, but regains her composure, not letting Trish get to her as Trish continues to speak.~ “You know… my jaw still hurt the next morning from when you dropped me on the apron. That made quality time with my hunny to be a little, shall we say, tedious. Which… obviously… upset us both.” ~She glares at Charlie, whose British accent still comes off as cool and collected.~

Charlie: “You ought to have stayed out of the title match last week then.”

~Trish’s lip curls as she glares at Chaz, as she removes her hand from the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. She leans in, her face now an inch from Charlie’s as she now imitates Charlie’s speech, British accent and all.~ “What I OUGHT to do is I OUGHT to tear your hair out of your head.”

~Charlie raises a brow.~ “Really? Is that what the Women’s Champion does, now? How truly daft of me, I thought it was about WRESTLING, but apparently that belt means nothing more than who’s the best at a good ol’ catfight.” ~smirks~

~Trish’s eyes go wide and she points in Charlie’s face.~ “Don’t you dare….” ~She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.~ “Well, then why I don’t I show you what a Women’s Champion REALLY does, and see just how badly I can kick your ass in the ring.”

~Charlie shakes her head.~ “I’m sure you could kick my ass quite badly, actually, I don’t need you to prove that to me. I am, after all, a manager, and not a wrestler.” ~She then slides out from between Trish and the wall.~ “And I think I’ve proven which of the two of us is better at getting THAT job done. Otherwise you’d still be part of the golden couple.” ~She sends Trish a bright smile before turning and heading off down the hallway. Trish looks like she wants to lunge at Charlie, but thinks better of it, merely storming off in the other direction.~









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~The feed then switches and we go backstage and catch up with David Flair as he is in a private dressing room, standing in front of a mirror in his black dress pants and white tuxedo shirt, attempting to tie his bow-tie.~











~The fans erupt in a few surprise cheers and another, equal amount of boos as Vince McMahon steps into the camera.~ "If I may?" ~McMahon then moves forward to help him tie his bowtie.~


~David's eyes grow wide as Vince walks in.~ "Vince... what can I... do you for?" ~He perks a brow.~

Vince: "Relax...this is your wedding night. And I'm not black hearted enough to ruin that night for anyone." ~Vince pauses and thinks back.~ "At least not on MY show. What I'm going to do instead, is do something you never expected. I'm going to wish you... luck."

~David looks perturbed.~ "For... real?"

Vince: "Of course. You're marrying my niece. Someone whom I've watched grow up into a fine young woman over the past few years. She's matured, and she's become the best possible thing in both of our lives. You'd agree, right?"

David: "You have no idea."

Vince: "And not only that. I'm proud of you too. You've moved on from being Jeff Jarrett's tag along, to your father's better, to a UCW Superstar and champion in your own right. And I'm very happy to have the both of you included in my family."

David: "Vince... that's... thank you." ~He pauses.~ "I know our families haven't always seen eye to eye, but I'm more than happy that on this day we can put business aside and celebrate."

Vince: "Of course... Linda and I decided to give you a special gift. She'll have it delivered later on. Mine though? Well, I think of you as a member of the family... as such... well David, there's just one way to show my appreciation for this... son."

~Vince keeps his smile for a second, and yanks down on the tie, cutting off David's wind. The bright smile turns into a twisted glare in a split second.~ "I may have put aside any problems we may have had before...but you're STILL a Flair. You're Ric's son, and I don't trust either of you as far as I can throw you. I have no problem at all taking my own son out of this world if he crosses me, and you HAVE...NO...IDEA...what I'd do to you if you hurt my Randi. Do you understand me, David?"

~David gasps for air, caught in Vince's grasp, nodding his head repeatedly.~

Vince: "Hell in a Cell, Kane, bleeding like a stuck pig, is going to seem like a day at the flower gardens to what I've planned for anyone who breaks my baby girl's heart. I respect you as a star...but I will KILL you as a man if you screw...this...up." Vince's face turns bright red and shakes before lightening his grip and hoisting David back up to his feet, finally finishing the tie. "So...welcome to the family, David. And don't go too wild at the reception, hmm?" He laughs and claps David on the shoulders before stepping out. "I'll see you out there soon enough, huh?"

~David is left behind in shock, perhaps contemplating actually marrying INTO this family!~

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  • Clearing Things Up -- Chris "The Future" Sabin, 21:59:11 08/11/05 Thu
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