WWE Does Ballet

Charm School?
Written By Lady Cat and Lady B

Chapter 1 - Lady Cat

The wrestlers in the locker room were in shock.

Vince had just sent a

directive to them stating a dress code was now in

effect.  In the directive

Vince said that it had come to his attention that

the manner in which the

wrestlers dressed was inappropriate and did not

represent the company in a

dignified manner.  No longer were jeans, tank

tops, graffiti t-shirts,

sweats or shorts acceptable unless in the ring.

From now on black suit,

white shirt, tie and dress shoes were to be the

norm.

JR came in the locker room, and judging from the

looks he saw, he could

tell the wrestlers were none too pleased.  Kane

shook his head.  “Hey, JR,

Vince is kidding with this, right?  A dress

code?!   What’s wrong with the

way we dress?”

“Hey, I can’t do this!  This ain’t me!  I can’t

wear these clothes!  Vince

must have blown his brains out his nose,” Cena

remarked in rap mode.

“I know what Vince can do with his dress code,”

Big Show said.  He got up

and put it on the bench and sat on it, then let

out a big fart.

“After the last meeting, and Rock wearing a

sarong that well, let’s say

Vince saw something flagging  he really didn’t

want to see, he decided he

had had enough and told the board, and they

agreed with him, that the type

of clothes you guys wore did not represent the

company in a favorable

light.  Some of you, he said, looked more like

derelicks who got their

wardrobe out of a dumpster.”

Several got in his face and growled at him.

“Hey, even the announcers are under the dress

code.”

“A deadman doesn’t need to wear a suit and tie,”

Taker growled, his hand

inside his jeans scratching his crotch.

The rest starting grumbling at JR, who decided

the better part of valor was

to leave as fast as he could.   Later on JR

received a call from Vince

asking how the wrestlers took the news.  “You

want the bad news or the bad

news?”

“Don’t tell me, they didn’t like it.”

“Like is putting it politely.  I told them

exactly why you did it.  I

decided to leave the locker room when they all

grumbled at me as if I did

it.  One said you must have blown your brains out

your nose. Another put

your memo under his butt and farted on it.

General concensus – stuff it up

your ass.”

“Oh, so that’s what they think, huh?  Well, you

can go back in there and

tell them to be at headquarters on Tuesday

morning at 10:30 a.m.  If they

ask, tell them there’s more to this directive and

that I will tell them

personally.”

TUESDAY MORNING – HEADQUARTERS AUDITORIUM

The wrestlers sat in their seats and waited.

“What the fuck else has he

got to say?”  Buh Buh scoffed.

Trips came in, dressed as in suit, hair pulled

back.  “Well, well, looky

here,” Big Show sneered.  “If it isn’t Mr. Ass

Kissy Butt!”

Trips lips set in a grim line.  “At least I look

like a human being, not an

elephant in latex.”

Big Show stood up, towering over Trips by a good

8 inches.  “Say that again!”

Vince entered the auditorium and went on stage.

“Cool it, Big Show,” Angle

said.  “You can resume it later.”

Big Show sat down, looking at Trips the whole

time.  Trips went down closer

to the stage, knowing Vince would notice.  “I see

one of you took my

directive seriously.”  Trips turned and flipped

at Big Show.  Vince looked

at Rock, who had his sarong on.  “Rock, keep your

legs together. I don’t

want the view I had last time.”   Rock slumped in

his chair.

“I’m going to make this short.  I have noticed

all of you lack what is

termed etiquette.  For some that have never heard

of the word, that means,

good manners in public.  Since, dressing in a

suit doesn’t necessarily give

you good manners, I have checked you all into

what is called a finishing

school to learn not only how to act in public,

but how to speak as

well.”  Vince handed an envelope to one of his

secretaries, who opened it

and began handing out a sheet of paper to each

wrestler.  “Starting

Thursday, you are officially enrolled in Miss

Pringle’s Finishing

School.  You will learn to dress, walk, and to

speak correctly.  The paper

you are being given is your contract that you

will sign, agreeing to attend

the school for the entire program.  I’ll give you

hint, if you don’t sign

the contract, you will be on suspension with no

pay.  I expect you to be

there, Thursday morning, sharp.”  Vince went to

leave.  Trips ran up to

him.  “Hey, this doesn’t include me does it?”

Vince arched his brows.  “What made you think

that you would be exempt just

because you’re dressed in a suit? You take the

course like everyone

else.”  Vince left the auditorium.

The wrestlers filed out, grumbling.

“What is a finishing school?” Rey Mysterio asked.

“That’s where they teach you how to hold a tea

cup,” Spike replied.  “Like

this.”   He pretended to hold a cup, making sure

his pinky stuck out.  “And

they also teach you how to walk.”  He started

walking out, hand on his hip.

Chapter 2 - Lady B

The following Thursday came too soon. Flair, HHH, and Batista arrived in a limo. When they stepped out they were all wearing grey suits.

JBL stepped out of his limo and put his Stetson on his head. With a huge smile he walked into the building.

Rock arrived wearing a black suit. Little by little they all arrived. Taker pulled up in his truck, grabbed his garment bag and stepped into the building.

One of the last ones to arrive was John Cena. He carried a back pack with his shoes and suit in it.

They were all ushered into an auditorium. “Who are the people we are supposed to see” Kane asked as he plopped his huge frame into one of the aisle seats . All of a sudden one of the doors opened and in walked Lady Cat. “Gentlemen. Welcome” Cat said with a huge smile on her face. They all turned to look at her with stunned looks of recognition. “If she is here, the other can’t be too far” Buh Buh said. As the statement exited his lips in walked B.

“OH SHIT!!!! It’s Genghis Kahn and Attila the Hun” Jericho blurted out in a loud voice.

“It’s nice to see you too” B said as she walked to the front of the auditorium.

“We are fucked now” Taker mumbled as flashbacks of the ballet school raced through his head.

“Men, listen up” B said as she turned to face them. “Some of you know us and some don’t. I am Lady B and this is my Assistant, Lady Cat. Once again Vince has asked us to help him with a small problem he has. Those who were with us before know the rules. For the new men we will explain them later. Right now Cat will escort you all to the locker room where you will change into your suits and ties, and meet us in the main ballroom. Those already in suits may proceed to the ballroom, I will show you the way.

Rock, JBL, HHH, Flair, Batista and Spike followed B. The rest went with Cat.

“Help yourselves to some refreshments as we wait for your co-workers” B said as she led them to a buffet table with coffee, soft drinks, finger sandwiches and finger cookies.

Cat showed the other group to the locker room. “you have 15 minutes to change, then I’m coming in to get you” she said as they filed in.

As they were changing Show noticed that he didn’t have his tie. “Anyone have an extra tie?” Show asked. Rey Mysterio came over and loaned him one. When Show tied it on it only came to the third button on his shirt. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this” he said to no one in particular as he looked at himself in the mirror? He turned sideways and looked like a circus clown. He was tempted to take it off but knew better. He put on his jacket and tried to hide the end as best as he could.

John Cena took out his suit and shook it. It was so wrinkled he could barely put it on. He pulled and stretched it until he was finally able to get it to look half decent, but honestly Mick Foley looked better in his suit jackets. The shoes were another story. He was so used to wearing sneakers that he could not walk with the shoes. He put them on and started clop clopping out of the locker room. As he hit the wooden floor which was waxed. He tripped over his own feet and hit the floor face first. The shoes flew off his feet and landed against the wall. Cat saw him and had all she could do not to laugh at him.

He sat up slowly, grabbed the shoes and walked into the ballroom in his bare feet.

When they were all seated around the long tables, B noticed that Cena didn’t have his shoes on. She went up to him and looked at him. “Mr. Cena, what happened to your suit?” she asked. “Nothin’” he replied as he shrugged his shoulders. “Did you have it pressed before you put it on? She asked. “What’s that?” he asked in return, bringing on the snickers from the other men. “Mr. Cena, do you know that if an iron saw you, it would chase you down the hallway just to see if it could iron out the wrinkles in that jacket” she added. “No shit” he said looking around to see what an iron was and to make sure one wasn’t in the room. B shook her head and went on to the shoes.

“Mr. Cena, the shoes are to be worn along with the suit” B stated “Lady, I can’t walk with no shoes” Cena replied. “And why is that?” B asked. “Because shoes make me trip and fall” he stated. B arched her eyebrows and stated “show me”.

John Cena gingerly put the shoes back on his feet and held onto the seat as he stood up. He had not taken two steps when he was back on his face on the floor. The shoes once again flying off of his feet.

“Damn. Did that boy leave the chain and lock around his neck? Devon asked with a big guffaw. “Someone check him to make sure that he isn’t wearing it under his suit and being weighed down by it” Christian added as he laughed.

B had to turn her back to him so that she would not laugh in his face. Cat was standing in a corner trying to hide behind a curtain as the laugher that she was trying to hold in burst out of her. The laughter in the room was so loud Cena could not hear what B was saying to him.

“Mr. Cena, have you ever thought of wearing shoes with laces, as slip on loafers just do not seem to work for you. If you need help finding a good pair, please let me know and I or my assistant will be glad to go with you to the store. For now, we will let you use your sneakers for today, as I don’t want Vince thinking I am beating up his wrestlers.

Throughout this whole fiasco, Taker was seated at the head of one of the tables with his arms crossed over his chest just observing what was going on and wondering how the hell he was going to get out of this.

Chapter 3 - Lady Cat

B left the room and met up with Cat.  They

slipped into a hidden

observation room which was behind one of the

mirrors in the room.

"What's this?" Big Show asked.

"Food, dum dum," Flair replied.

"Food?  You call this food?" Show picked his nose

over the plate of sandwiches.

Taker sat in the corner.  He had taken off his

suit jacket and undoen his

tie.  Kane came over and sat beside him,

balancing a plate of cookies on

his knee.  He too had undone his tie and shirt

and rubbed his neck.  "Hell,

I thought we were finished with them, too," he

moaned as he picked up the

plate.  "I don't know if I can take them again

after the last time.  How

long are we here for?"

"The contract says a month," Taker replied

gruffly.  "I don't intend to be

here even one week!" He scratched his crotch.

"But don't you have some unfinished business with

Genghis Khan?"

"That won't take long."  Taker grinned, thinking

about his unfinished business.

Cat and B could not only observe but could hear

every word said.

"Man!  Don't you ever use a handkerchief?" Rock

asked Show in disgust.  "I

was going to eat a sandwich but it looks like I

won't now."

Show gave him a dirty look and filled his plate.

At the beverage table,

Cena eyes the tiny cups dubiously.  Spike, just

for fun, went over and

picked one up.  "Now, Cena, proper etiquette

requires you hold the cup like

this."  Spke hled the handle between his thumb

and forefinger, his pinky

fully extended.  "And, your pinky extended all

the way out."  Cena,

self-conscious because he was the only one in

sneakers, did not appreciate

Spike's attempt at humor, and picked up the

pitcher of cream and poured it over Spike's head.

Cat and B watched, shaking their heads.  "We have

how long?" Cat asked.

"One month," B replied with a sigh, "To turn them

into proper gentlemen."

"Tell me again why they're here."

"Vince and the Board felt the way theyd ressed

and acted did not

appropriately represent the ocmpany.  That, and

from what I heard," B

started to snicker, "Vince happened to see a

one-eyed monster flapping

under a sarong that Rock was wearing."

Cat laughed.  "Oh boy, I'll bet that was an eye

opener."  She looked at

Taker.  "Looking at Taker, I believe we'll have

trouble like last time,

remember?" Cat said.  "He does not want to be

here."  B heard a soft laugh

emit from Cat.  She looked at her puzzled.

"I just got a thought," Cat said.  "Those dresses

the guys wore when they

did the ballet are here in the storage room,

along with the wigs," Cat

added with a devlish grin.

B's mouth dropped.  "You wouldn't....?"

Cat looked at her slyly.  "Yes, I would."

Chapter 4 - Lady B

"Go get them. Make sure you bring them all" Lady B said laughing at the thought of what the guys were going to go through once again.

She entered the ballroom as Lady Cat went to fetch the dresses. "Gentlemen, settle down" she said. Everyone took a seat along the three long tables that were set up. "Men. This time we are going to spend together will be well spent and you will not forget what you learn here ever. You will be taught proper etiquette when it comes to dressing, walking, talking and accompanying a lady. You will be impressed with the ways we will teach you these things" she added. Let’s start by proper eating etiquette. First off, the cups that most of you are holding should be held by the handle. I know some of you may have a problem as they are very small, but do the best you can. First off, let’s start by refilling your coffee and tea cups." The men got up and refilled their cups and went back to their places at the table. "Okay, this is going to be the hardest part of holding the cup. You have to make sure that you have a good grip on the handle. Make sure you balance it properly between your thumb and fingers, like so" she said as she showed them how it was done.

Show grabbed the small cup and the handle broke off in his hand, spilling the contents of the cup onto the table and making the cup hit the table and shatter. Show looked up at B still holding the handle in his hand. "I don’t think this is going to work for me" he said as he barely had enough space to hold the handle. "This is just too small" he added. "Don’t worry Show. We’ll work on it and you’ll get it yet.

Some of the other wrestlers were having their own problems. Some just could not hold the cup with one hand and cups were spilt and dropped all over the room. Flair, William Regal, Mysterio and Spike were some of the few who did not seem to have problem. Mysterio and Spike because their hands were small enough to hold the cups, Flair and Regal because they had done it before.

"Man, I just ruined a pair of $220.00 sneakers" Cena said as he looked down at his brand new, before the accident, white sneaks. "Another thing to put on my expense report" he stated.

"I think we’ve had enough eating etiquette for today. Tomorrow we will start with the silverware" B said looking around the room at the assorted stains on ties, shirts, jackets and pants. "For now, why don’t you men go refresh yourselves and we’ll meet in the balcony room next door".

The men marched out of the room and back into the locker room. While the men were in the locker room, Cat came in pushing a cart with all the dresses and wigs on them. "Here they are" she said. "Cat, lets put this off for a day or two. After what I just saw, I think they will need a few days to recoup or we are going to have a rebellion on our hands" B added as she sat on one of the seats. "This is going to be harder than I thought" B said.

"Cat, can you meet with the men in the Balcony room and put them through the walking paces while I pop a few pills for this headache that seems to be coming on" B asked as she got up and headed towards her office.

Cat went into the balcony room and waited for the men to file in. When they walked in she noticed that a few of them had actually changed into slacks and shirts without ties. She didn’t say a word because B had told her about the fiasco in the ballroom.

Once they were all in she said "Men, I want you all to line up against that wall and walk up those 5 steps to the balcony, along the balcony and come down those 5 steps on the other side. I want to see your posture and observe your strides.

They did as she bade and she made them do it a few times. She noticed that Cena, Christian, Jericho, LBJ, O’Haire, Benoit and a few others had the tendency to slouch a bit. She made everyone do it again and then divided them up into groups.

"Okay, lets see how your posture is. Each one of you will grab one of those books before you go up the stairs again and put it on your head. You are to balance the book on your head as you walk up the stairs, across the balcony and then come down the stairs. Flair and some of the others did not have a problem doing it. When it came to Cena, LBJ, Christian and some of the others the books kept on falling off. At one point, LBJ’s book fell off of his head and as he bent down to pick it up he was bumped from behind, by Show. He hit the railing and flipped over it landing on his ass on the floor.

Show was having a hard time keeping the book on his head cause it kept on sliding off of the side. He was wobbling trying to keep the book on his head and once he bumped LBJ over the railing he stopped short, making Jericho bump into him and fall on his ass as if he had hit a brick wall.

Show growled and turned around. He picked up Jericho and hauled him over the balcony, making him hit the waxed floor and skid across the room, stopping only when his body impacted with the wall. "Show, what are you doing?" Cat yelled as she went to help Jericho. "I can’t do this" show said and stomped off in the direction of the locker room.

B walked in as Show walked out. "What is going on?" B asked as she rushed over to check on Jericho. "It’s that dumbass show. He threw me across the room" Jericho said as he got up slowly from the floor.

"I’ll go talk to him" B said as she exited the room.

Taker looked at Cat and put the book on his head. He had practically made it down the 5 steps when the book fell off. Grumbling he picked it up and went back to the end of the line. ‘I will show her that I can do this even if it kills me’ he said.

Chapter 5 - Lady Cat

Cat had noticed Taker.  She smiled inwardly and

had the men line up against

the wall.  “Perhaps the balcony phase was a bit

too soon,” she said.

Flair, Batista and Trips started sneering.

“Yeah, Show is about as

graceful as a walrus,” Flair sneered.

In the locker room B was doing her best to

console Show, who was slumped on

the bench.

“I can’t do this,” Show moaned.

“Yes, you can,” B said.  “It just takes some

practice.”

“Everyone will laugh at me.  And when people

laugh at me, I get angry.”

“No, they won’t.  Remember, they’re here for the

same thing as you.  Cat

and I will see to it no one laughs at you.  You

might be the one doing the

laughing in the end.”

Cat went over to Flair.  “You three think you’re

really funny, don’t you.

Evidently Vince felt you three had to have a few

lessons as well.”

“Lady, do you know who I am? I’m the 16-time

World Champion – the Nature

Boy.  Everywhere I go I’m always high stylin’ and

profilin’, just like my

two friends here do.”

Cat yawned.  “Well, La Di Friggin’ Da,” she said,

twirling her

finger.  “Like I’m really impressed.  Maybe in

the outside world, but here,

you’re the same as everyone else.  And one thing

I won’t go for is someone

making disparaging remarks about others.  I do

have ways of handling that.”

Cat went back to the center of the room.  “I will

reiterate.  The balcony

was a bit too son.  For now, we’ll work on

posture and then go on to

walking correctly.  Now, I want all of you to

stand up straight.”

The men stood as Cat looked each man over.  “Not

bad, but there is room for

improvement.  Now, I’ll show you the proper way.”

She turned to the

side.  “Now, notice how my shoulders are

straight, tummy tucked in

naturally, arms at my side.  Notice also how my

back is vertically

aligned,” she said.

“Nice set of knockers,” Batista leered.  Flair

and Trips joined in.

Taker gave a low growl and went to move.  Kane

grabbed him and whispered,

“Don’t.  At least not now.”

The rest remained quiet.  Cat chose to ignore the

comment as an idea

crossed her mind.  “Now let’s see all of you do

it again.  Stand sideways

in front of the mirror and look at how you’re

standing.”

Cat went to each one, making comments as she

inspected each one and show

them.  When she got to Taker, she saw how

straight he was standing.  She

nodded.  “Good.  I may have you help with the

others.”  Taker arched his

brows, a bit surprised at her compliment.”

“I’m going to step out for a minute.  Keep

practicing in front of the

mirror.  I shouldn’t be gone more than a couple

of minutes.  When I get

back, we’ll begin the walking sessions.”  Cat

left and headed to the locker

room.  She met B and Big Show on the way.

“How are you?” she asked Show.

“Better,” he replied.

“Go on in the room.  They’re practicing in front

of the mirror.”

Show went on.  Cat sighed.  “We’re going to have

a bit of trouble.”

“Who?  Taker?  Not again,” B said.

“No, believe it or not,” Cat said.  “He was

alright this time.  No, it’s

Flair, Batista and Triple H.”  She recounted the

conversation.

“Oh,” B said.

“I think we can handle that.  What I have in mind

for them should cure

them, but I want to wait until just before the

end of the time,” Cat said

with a smirk.

Just then, the girls heard a ruckus coming from

the practice room.

Chapter 6 – Lady Cat

When B and Cat rushed in the room, a wild melee

was in progress.  Fists

wree flying everywhere.  Knowing they could

never physically separate

them, B went over to the corner and flipped on

the emergency sprinkler

system.  "That should cool them off," B said.

In a couple of minutes the wrestlers were soaked

to the skin. B flipped the

switch off.  The men stopped, the floor by now

nearly two inches deep in

water.  The wrestlers noted the looks of anger on

B's and Cat's

faces.  "Oh, we're in for it now," Rock whispered

to Taker, who saw Cat's

eyes flashing at him.

"All right, who started it?" B demanded.

No one spoke for a bit.  "If someone doesn't say

something, I'll flip the

sprinkler system on again!" she added.

Jericho spoke up.  "It was Trips."

"Me?  I didn't do a thing!"

"Yes, you did!  When Show came in, you started

calling him elephant man,

then your two kiss ass cronies joined in! Jericho

spouted back.  "Show went

after them.  The rest of us tried to stop it, but

they (pointing at

Evolution) starting hitting us too."

"That's a damn lie!" Batista yelled, and went

after Jericho, who raised his

fists.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Cat yelled.

"I see why Vince would send you here.  You're all

acting like street thugs."

Cat left the room and came back with several

towels and had the janitor

bring in a couple of small trash cans.  "I quite

frankly don't care who

started it."  She threw the towels at them.

"You're all going to clean up

this mess by getting on your knees and wiping

this up.  And I do mean for

this floor to be dry!  Then, when you're through,

go to the locker room and

change and come straight back here to resume your

lessons. And not a word

from any of you! Is that clear?"

B and Cat left for the lounge to wait till the

men had finished.

The guys each grabbed a towel and knelt on the

floor.  "Now I know what my

mom went through," Kane moaned as he wrung the

towel over the trash

can.  Trips did a couple of swipes and threw his

towel down.  "I am not

doing any more.  I am not a damn child.  The hell

with this."  He got up

and walked out, not caring about his wet clothes.

As soon as he was out

the front door he hailed a cab and sped off to

WWE Headquarters.

As soon as he arrived he went up the elevator,

not caring about the stares

given him.  As soon as the door opened he went

directly to Vince's office

and burst in.  Vince stared at Trips and took off

his glasses.  "What are

you doing here?" Vince asked, staring at Trips'

wet clothes.  "You look

like a drowned rat."

"I want out of that place!" Trips exclaimed and

told Vince what happened,

leaving out the part that he started the fight.

"I shouldn't have to go

through that bullshit!  I'm the world champion.

No one makes me into a

house maid."

Vince sat back in his chair.  "So you think you

don't, huh.  You got a

contract did you not?  And did you not sign that

contract? Don't think

because you go with my daughter that gives you

any special consideration."

Trips gritted his teeth.

"You should know that puts you under obligation

to complete the program

just like the rest.  Any breech and you not only

get the title stripped but

you will be on permanent suspension.  No ifs,

ands, or buts.  Do I make

myself clear?"

Trips nodded and turned to leave.

"Oh, you will be escorted back to the school.

Now get your ass

out!"  Vince picked up the phone and had security

come and get him.

Ten minutes later, Trips was escorted through the

door where B and Cat were

waiting.  "We got a call to be waiting for you,"

B said,  Cat gave him his

towel.  Trips snatched it and was escorted by the

two to the room, where

the guys were still cleaning up.  "Now get to

it!" B ordered.

It took another half hour before the floor was to

the women's

liking.  Given the okay, the guys went to the

locker room to change.  "Man,

my one good suit is ruined!" Cena moaned.

"I hope mine don't shrink," Show griped as he

hung it up.

"I never thought a floor could be so hard!"

Bradshaw grunted as he rubbed

his knees.

Ten minutes later the men were back in the room.

B had them stand in a

straight line.  She walked back and forth while

Cat stood with her arms

folded.  "Let's get one thing straight," she

said.  "You are here at the

orders of Mr. McMahon, who felt you needed to

learn some

etiquette.  Judging by your actions today, you

are in need of more than

that.  While you are here, you will do as your

are told.  Some of you from

last time remember the punishment for failure to

comply.  The same applies

now."

Some of the guys, especially Taker and Kane,

remembered the

humiliation.  "Uh Uh," Kane shook his head.  "I'm

not going through that

again!  No way!"

Cat looked over at Trips, Flair and Batista.  "I

have a fitting punishment

in mind for you three, but that will come at the

end of your time."

Chapter 7 – Lady Cat

Once B had had her say things got back to as

normal as they could.  The

next hour was spent on posture and when this was

finished, they moved on to

how to walk correctly.  Cat handed out books to

the men, who noticed that

they were larger and heavier than normal.

“Hey, these are bigger and heavier than what we

had earlier,” Jericho

pointed out.

“So they are,” Cat said.  “These will work better

since some of you have

bigger heads.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Taker growled.

“Take it anyway you want,” she replied, and

finished handing them out, then

gave one to B and took one for herself.  “Okay,

now put them on.”

Of course, it was no problem for B and Cat as

they had done this several

times before.  As for the wrestlers, it wasn’t

long before they were

griping and the sound of falling books

reverberated through the room.

“Damn, I can keep this on my head!” Bradshaw

complained in disgust.

“Keep trying,” B said.  “All you have to do is

find the right spot.”

“The right spot?” Rock said in exasperation.

“Where is that?”

“Just keep trying,” B said.  “Cat and I have no

problem with that.”

The women watched, snickering as the wrestlers

tried to balance the heavy

volumes on their head.  Flair yelled when his

dropped on his

toe.  “Dammit!  That shit smarts!” and hobbled

over to the wall.

Taker grumbled as he was having no more success

than the rest.  “Hell, I

can’t get this damn thing!” he spat and threw it

hard to the

floor.  Several others grumbled in agreement.

“Well, that’s what practice is for,” Cat said.

“Now pick up that book and

keep working at it.”

Taker grudgingly pick up the book and tried once

again.  Cat placed hers on

her head and proceeded to walk back and forth in

front of the men.  “See

it’s easy when you try harder.”

“Notice how straight her body alignment is,” B

said.  “Shoulders square,

not slouched. That’s how it’s done.”  She too

demonstrated.

Embarrassed, the guys were not about to be

humiliated as they were the

first time.  As they practiced, some of the

smaller wrestlers did succeed –

Mysterio, Dvon, Bubba, Jericho, Edge.  “Hey, I

did it!” Edge yelled and

started to walk.  The bigger wrestlers stood

against the wall, their arms

folded and faces disgusted.

“Okay, why don’t we break for a few,” B said.

The girls went to the lounge while the wrestlers

sat, some still

practicing.  While they sat, the guys turned the

books over out of

curiosity and read the titles.

Kane had “Frankenstein.”  “Hmm, hadn’t read that

in a while,” he thought

and opened to begin reading.   Edge had

“Interview with a Vampire.”  Rock

cocked his brow then laughed.  “Hey guys, mine

says “Alacatraz – aka The

Rock.  What about the rest of you?”

On the other side of the room, Trips had

“Irritable Male Syndrome.”  Flair

looked over and saw the title and grinned  “Trips

got ‘Irritable Male

Syndrome.’  Kinda suits him,” Flair teased.  In

the corner, Big Show wasn’t

especially happy with the title – “Jumbo.”

“I got ‘Frankenstein’,” Kane replied.

“What about you Show?”

“I’m not saying,” he replied and put the book,

title side down on his lap.

“Where did they get these books from?” Jericho

asked, his reading “How to

be a Rock Star.”

“Hey, Taker, what’s yours?” Bradshaw asked.

When Taker saw the title, his lips curled.  “None

of your business!” he

snapped.  Kane peeked over his shoulder and broke

out in a big

laugh.  “Hey, you believe this guys, but it says

“Guide to Picking up

Girls.’  Do you think maybe she’s hinting at

something?” Kane teasingly

asked him.

“Shut up!” Taker growled.  “Wait till she gets

back in here.”

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