Charm School?
Written By Lady Cat and Lady B

 

Chapter 8 Lady Cat

B and Cat returned to the pratice room.  They 

found some of the wrestlers 

reading while others practiced. They also saw 

angry looks on some of the 

faces.  "Now what's their problem?" she asked.  

Cat shrugged.  "Who 

knows.  Let's get back to work."

For the remainder of the afternoon things went 

along smoothly.  No protests 

or complaints were uttered.  It was five o'clock 

when B called it a 

day.  "Most of you did well, while there are some 

of you that need to 

continue.  Tomorrow we'll begin with the proper 

way to enter and exit a 

room, then proceed to how to properly escort a 

lady. Yeah, I can tell some 

of you think just opening a door occasionally is 

fine, but there is more to 

it than that.  Now go and get your clothes.  They 

should be dry by 

now.  See you bright and early - 8 A.M. sharp.  

In your suits naturally."

Grumbling, the guys left to pick up their 

clothes.  Show tried his suit 

on.  "Shit!" he groaned. "It shrunk!"  Some of 

the others started 

snickering.  The sleeves reached only half way 

down his arms and the pants 

came down to his calves. "It's ruined!"

Trips and Flair scoffed. Show glared angrily .  

"It's not funny!"

Taker went over to them.  "You two shitheads 

caused all this.  Next time 

you open your mouth, you might find something 

shoved in it."

Flair backed up. Trips didn't say anything but 

turned and walked away, 

Flair and Batista right behind.

"Hey, be careful," Kane said.  "We don't need 

more trouble.  Besides, I 

thought you were going to have a talk with Ms. 

Khan, or do you need to read 

that book first?"  Kane grinned at the last 

statement.

Taker squinted his eyes and picked up his bag.  

"I'll talk with her when I 

get good and ready."

Later, at a small bar across town, Trips and his 

two lackies were sipping 

whiskey.  "Just out of curiosity, where did you 

go earlier?" Flair asked.

"I went to see Vince to convince him to get us 

out of there," Trips lied, 

making sure to put emphasis on the word "us."  "I 

told him what 

happened.  His reply was we signed the contract 

and we were obligated.  No 

ifs, ands, or buts." Of course Trips didn't tell 

them the other part of 

what Vince said.

"When you were here last time,  just what kind of 

discipline did you guys get?"

"I didn't get disciplined, the others did," Trips 

shrugged.  "You'll have 

to ask them."  

Chapter 9 – Lady B

A week later B and Cat sat down in the dining room at the school. "What do you think? Is it time yet? Cat asked as she sipped her coffee. "I think so" B replied as she put down her coffee mug.

"Who do you think should wear them? Cat asked. "Well I was thinking of HHH, Batista, Flair, for starters" B stated. "I think we should add, Buh Buh and Devon" Cat added. "Definitely, not Show or John Cena. Cena has enough trouble walking with laced shoes, can you imagine him trying to walk in heels? B said. Cat sprayed coffee out of her mouth as she burst out laughing. "Jesus, he is liable to break his neck" B added as she laughed along with Cat. "Yeah, I have to agree" Cat said once she could control her laughter. "I really don’t want Vince to be angry with us because one of his top attractions had an accident while her at our school.

"You know what we’ll do? We’ll just have to dress the newby’s. This way they are brought down a peg or two. I’m sure the ones we had before will remember what it was like and not start mess up."

"Okay" Cat agreed. They both got up and went into the dressing room where the rack with the dresses, wigs and shoes was lined up. "Are you sure you don’t want to match the shoes to the dresses? Cat asked. "Nah, I want them to look like rainbows. That will just add another log to the fire" B replied as she pinned a name tag to a dress. "Boy are they going to be pissed when they see this" Cat said as she took HHH’s suit out of the locker and put the dress in its place.

Once they were done they left, pushing the rack with the suits into a closet. B locked the closet and walked out of the building. B and Cat said their goodnights and got into their cars.  B drove off. She was looking forward to getting into a hot tub and relaxing.

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The next day Cat and B were in bright and early before the guys came in. "I can’t wait to see what happens this morning" Cat said. "Neither can I" B stated as she tried not to laugh.

The guys started arriving a few minutes later. "What the fuck is this and where the hell is my suit" HHH yelled as he opened his locker. "I don’t know but my suit has been replaced by this" Flair stated as he pulled out a pink strapless dress and a blond wig. "Shit this is not happening" Batista stated as he looked at the bright purple dress in his locker and picked up a red high heel shoe by the heel and turned it around in front of his face as he inspected it.

Show happened to walk in just then. He saw Flair holding up the dress and wig, Batista inspecting the shoe and Trips pulling out a pair of pantyhose from its package. "There is no fucking way I’m putting this on" HHH yelled as he threw the stocking in his locker and walked out of the dressing room intent on finding B and Cat. Show just stood by the door with a huge grin on his face. "I think he forgot what it was like" Show said to no one in particular. Kane was right behind him and knew exactly what he was talking about.

HHH found Cat in the ballroom. "What the hell is going on" he asked as he got in Cat’s face. "What are you talking about" Cat responded. "You know what I’m talking about. My suit is gone and has been replaced by women’s clothing. I refuse to wear that" HHH growled in a low whisper as he brought his face closer to Cats.

"Cat, is there a problem?" B asked as she walked in and saw HHH standing in front of Cat in a menacing pose. "No, not really. Mr. Helmsley here doesn’t want to get dressed today and join the class" Cat responded. "Well I think there is something that everyone should hear. Cat would you be so kind as to go get the other gentlemen from the dressing room while I put a call through? Mr. Helmsley, please take a seat. Let’s wait for everyone to arrive before we continue" B stated as Cat walked to the dressing room.

Cat tapped on the dressing room door and cracked it open. "Meeting, now in the ballroom, so move it" she stated. The wrestlers walked out and went into the ballroom.

"Men. There seems to be a problem with the dressing changes that were made late last night. For those of you who were not with us the last time, let me put a call through to your boss and see what he has to say about your lack of cooperation" B stated as she dialed Vince’s number on the speaker phone.

"Titan Towers." "Hi Sandy, is Vince in?" B stated. "Yes he is Lady B, please hold on while I put you through to his office" Sandy said. A few seconds later Vince came on. "B. How is it going?" Vince asked. "Well, not too bad. I am sitting here in the ballroom and the guys are all here. I just wanted them to listen in on our conversation before I continue with their lessons. I don’t want them to think that I made this up. Guys say hello to your boss." B continued. A chorus of "Hi Vince" followed. " Hello men. B, what’s wrong now?" "Oh nothing. I just think they should hear from you what will happen if they don’t do as they are told" B added in a sweet voice. "Men. Let me advise you right now to follow what B and Cat say. You are to do exactly what they tell you to do without any questions. B and Cat have my complete authority and permission. Should any of you not follow their rules or obey what they tell you, you will find yourself docked ½ years salary, made to job to the newcomers on t.v. and then taken off t.v. altogether. You will be doing dark matches for the remainder of the time you are employed by WWE. Do I make myself clear?"

"But Vince, they are making us do stupid things. They want us to . . . " HHH started. "Trips. I don’t want to hear it. If you value your career and your future with WWE you will do EXACTLY what those two ladies tell you to do without any protest. That goes for the rest of you also. Have I made myself clear" Vince yelled. "Abundantly" HHH replied. "Now, since I’m sure you all will abide by the rules, Lady B, Cat you should not have any problems with the men now. Should any of them step out of line, just let me know." "Thanks Vince. We’ll speak later" B said as she hung up the phone.

Once Vince had hung up the phone his laughter could be heard down the hall from his office.  'I wonder what they have up their sleeves for them this time' Vince thought to himself as he burst out laughing again remembering what he ladies had done the last time to the wrestlers.

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B looked up at the wrestlers. "Now that that is settled. Please go get dressed. Go on, shoo. Get moving" B stated as she looked at HHH a mischievous grin. HHH glared at her and walked out of the ballroom.

"This is going to be fun" Cat stated once the wrestlers had all gone out.

"Let the games begin" Lady B said.

Chapter 10 – Lady Cat

Cat went to the locker to see how things were 

going.  Flair, Trips, and 

Batista had not changed into their new "attire."  

Dvon and Bubba were 

skeptical of their outfits as well.

"What are you waiting for?  Get dressed!" Cat 

ordered.

The group was silent. "Okay, the rest of you out 

of here," she told the 

others.  She waited till the others had gone to 

the practice room.  "Okay, 

it's just us 'girls' in here now.  I'll help you 

with your makeup."

"Make up!?" Batista's mouth dropped.

"Yes, make up," Cat said.  "Didn't Trips tell you 

what happened the last 

time?"  She saw Trips put his head down.

"Uh huh.  For your information, as punishment 

they had to wear tutus to 

practice in.  At the end of the time, they did a 

performance in front of 

everyone called 'Waltz of the Flowers.'  They 

wore dresses, shoes, socks, 

wigs, the whole gambit.  Trips was one of the 

flowers.  Your boss has it 

all on videotape as well as having witnessed it."

Flair and Batista stood over Trips, who looked up 

to see them glaring at 

him.  "So, everyone but you," Flair gritted.  Cat 

smiled to herself.

"We didn't do anything!" Bubba protested.

"I know," Cat said sympathetically, "but we need 

a couple more to be ladies 

and you two were chosen.  I'll help you all get 

dressed.  After you have 

undressed, the first thing you will put on are 

the stockings."

The guys began to undress, then stopped and 

looked at Cat.  "You haven't 

got anything I haven't seen before," she told 

them.  They finished 

undressing, then opened their stocking packets.  

"Oh shit!" Bubba 

moaned.  "You expect these to fit?"

"They stretch," Cat said and proceeded to show 

them the correct procedure 

for putting them on.

She could hardly contain her laughter as they 

struggled putting them 

on.  "Oh, damn! I got a run!" Dvon protested.

"That's okay," Cat snickered.

Next came the girdles, which for some were about 

a half size too 

small.  Batista jumped up and down while pulling 

his up.  Bubba barely got 

his over his hips and had to take short steps to 

walk.  Flair managed to 

get his one, but cursed Trips every step of the 

way.

Next, Cat helped them put their dresses on.  

Trips wore an off the 

shoulder, neon green dress that matched the 

stockings and blue 2 1/2 inch 

heels.  Flair wore a baby pink strapless gown and 

yellow sling backs with 

open toes.  Batista had a purple, single strap 

gown slit up one side and 

3-inch red sequin heels.  Bubba had a low neck 

line orange gown with green 

heels.  Dvon wore a burgundy velvet, cut low into 

he back with green heels.

"Somebody help me," Batista said as he got up.  

"I'm getting dizzy."

Cat had brought along a make-up case and wig bag.  

She had them sit on the 

bench.  Cat pulled out several wigs of various 

colors.  "Do we have to wear 

these?" Flair asked.  Cat nodded.  Flair mumbled 

to himself.  She gave 

Trips a red wig, a purple one to Flair, Batista a 

green, Bubba yellow, and 

Dvon blue.  Cat helped them adjust them.  Next 

she took out foundation, 

rouge, eyelashes, and lipstick.  "That's it!  I 

draw the line here!" Trips 

exclaimed.  "Remember Vince's words," Cat said, 

looking down at him.  Trips 

gritted his teeth as she began applying the 

foundation.  The eyelashes were 

next.  "Keep your eyes open once I've applied 

them or it will glue your 

eyes shut."

"Damn, I can't see!" Flair griped.

"One eye is good enough," Cat hid her grin.

She then applied the rouge quite heavily.  Last, 

she outlined their lips, 

then applied bright red lipstick to all of them.  

She stood back and 

surveyed her handiwork.  "You look absolutely 

marvelous!"  Of course, she 

didn't tell them that  a hidden camera had been 

installed the night 

before.  "Now let's get to the practice room to 

meet your escorts."

Cat walked behind them on their way to the room, 

covering her mouth to keep 

from laughing as they teetered and held on to 

each other for support.  She 

had them stop  outside the room and went in.  She 

got B's 

attention.  "Gentlemen," Cat said.  "May I have 

your attention?"

B had been going over what they were to do.  "I 

would like to introduce you 

to your escorts."

"This oughta be good," Kane sneered in Taker's 

ear.  "At least we don't 

have to this time."

"Yeah," Taker nodded.

Cat motioned for the group to enter.  B had to 

turn away to keep from fall 

to the floor in a fit of laughter.  Everyone in 

the room fell out on the 

floor, literally.  Cat clapped her hands.  "Now 

guys, let's not make fun of 

our escorts."

B came over to Cat.  "They are absolutely 

gorgeous!" trying to keep a 

straight face.  Cat whispered.  "Yeah, the camera 

got every one of them 

dressing from the ground up," she snickered.  

"Vince should have a good 

time with this."  She turned her attention to the 

men (ladies).  "Now, here 

is how we will match up.  Chris, you'll be with 

Bubba.  Jericho with 

Dvon.  Kane with Batista.  Flair with Taker.  And 

last, but not least, Show 

with Trips."

Rock and Edge breathed a sigh of relief.  "Uh 

Uh," Cat shook her head at 

them.  "I'm not leaving you out.  Rock, you'll go 

with Bubba as well, and 

Edge you'll be with Dvon."

 

Chapter 11 – Lady Cat

After everyone had clamed down from their fit of 

laughter, the class 

resumed.  B explained they would practice proper 

technique of escorting and 

seating a lady.  The guys looked at their 

partners and shook their 

heads.  'Uh uh,"  Taker said.  "I want the real 

thing."

"Look, dead head.  I don't like this any more 

than you do," Flair spat.

Taker's eyes became slits, "And then again..."

"That's enough," B interrupted.  "Let's get 

started."

B motioned to Rock and showed him how to offer 

his arm.  She crooked 

hers  around his and had him walk her to the 

tables on the other side of 

the room.  Edge escorted Cat in exactly the same 

way.  Taking a short 

breath, Kane offered Batista his arm.  It wasn't 

easy getting Batista to 

the other side of the room especially since he 

swayed more than he walked 

and Kane having to hold him up most of the way.  

Batista had them stop and 

took his shoes off,  heaving a sigh.  Taker 

grabbed Flair by the arm and 

scurried over in four big steps.  Flair snatched 

his arm away and 

readjusted his wig.  Jericho had no problems with 

Dvon, but Christian had to 

walk slowly as Bubba took little steps due to the 

ill-fitting 

girdle.  Trips looked at Show, seeing how much he 

was going to enjoy 

this.  "You wouldn't dare!" Trips warned.  Show 

merely crooked his arm and 

offer it.  Trips wearily took it.  Show escorted 

him to the tables and 

patted Trips' hand. Both girls complimented the 

guys, except Taker, who was 

made to repeat the procedure in a more normal 

fashion.

The group went on to the next lesson - that of 

seating a lady.  B had Cat 

demonstrate procedure by holding the chair for 

her.  She then had Rock and 

Edge seat them, which didn't set well with Taker 

as he had had something in 

mind for Cat.  "As you are holding the chair for 

her, trying giving her a 

compliment, such as how nice she looks," B added.

"Cripes!" Jericho moaned, as he held the chair 

for Dvon.  "You...a... a... 

look...lovely," Jericho stammered, almost 

gagging.  "Thank you," Dvon 

responded in a falsetto voice.  Christian held 

the chair for Bubba, who had 

a bit of a problem sitting due to the constraints 

of the tight 

dress.  Exasperated, Bubba grabbed the hem of his 

dress and jerked it above 

his knees, exposing the girdle, and plopped in 

the chair.  The girls 

covered their mouths while the others snickered.  

Bubba didn't care, at 

least he was comfortable. Taker growled and 

begrudgingly held the chair as 

Flair sat, then shoved the chair against the 

table, making Flair 

grunt.  "Hey!  That's no way to treat a lady!" 

Flair spat, tossing his 

head. "You ain't no lady!" Taker growled back.  

"I've seen mutts that look 

better than you!"

Kane waited for Batista, who started to sit.  As 

he came down, everyone 

heard a loud ripping noise, and a rush of cool 

air was felt by Batista.  He 

felt the back.  From the waist down was a large 

gap, his undergarments 

exposed.  Kane tried to keep a straight face but 

let out a big guffaw as 

Batista jerked up and held the material together 

and turned and gave Kane a 

dirty look.  Show waited to seat Trips, who 

wasn't too enthused about 

it.  "Your seat," Show said politely.  "May I 

say, you look good."  Trips 

curled his lips and sat.  Show jerked the chair 

from under him, and Trips 

went with a loud thud to the floor.

Everyone, except Trips, was laughing.  "I'm so 

sorry," Show said 

apologetically, and grabbed Trips by the arm and 

jerked him up, making his 

wig come off.  Doing his best as a gentleman, 

Show picked up the wig and 

put it back on Trips head, albeit slightly askew.  

He then put his hands on 

Trips shoulders and pushed him down to the chair,  

The chair broke and 

once again, Trips was on the floor.  Again Show 

apologized and offered to 

help him up.  This time Trips got up on his own, 

slowly this time, rubbing 

his backside and cursing at the same time.

In the lesson, Cena had been left out.  "Hey, 

what about me?"

"I'm sorry," B said. She looked the guys over.  

"Dvon, please work with 

Cena. Okay?  The rest of you can leave.  We'll 

resume in the 

morning."  Dvon worked with Cena under Cat's 

watchful eye.  When it was to 

her liking, she excused the both of them.

The girls went to their office.  Cat opened the 

door to a cabinet in the 

corner, pulled out a half-empty bottle of 

bourbon, and poured them each a 

double shot.  "Cat promptly downed hers in one 

gulp.  "A bit odd for you, 

isn't it?" B commented.

"I know," Cat said.  "But today was a doozy."  

She poured herself another 

one and drank this one more slowly. "By the way, 

I had the tape of the guys 

in the dressing room sent to Vince.  Can you 

imagine the looks if they knew 

they had been filmed dressing in drag?"  Cat 

snickered.

The next day, Vince opened the package and popped 

in the tape.  Everyone in 

the outer office stopped as the sound of laughter 

roared from Vince's office.