Confidential A New Round Robin Story Written by Dom Jade, Lady B, Dove, Lady Cat, Kaliegh, Taj, Anne and Fran
Chapter 1 - Jade
Twelve o'clock in the morning, and Mark barely got back to the hotel from the arena. He threw his gear on the bed, and set his beer on the table. He shrugged out of his sleeveless shirt, and sat down at the table. He was weary from the night's match, and ached to the bone, but, after the morning's conversation, he had to check his email.
You see, Mark Callaway had come across an email group called Anything-Undertaker. Naturally, with his character's name in the title, he became curious. He wanted to know what was so special about him that would make someone create, or join, a group about him. He joined the group, and had been watching it for over a month.
He became overloaded with reasons why these women liked him. Most of them boiled down to three; athleticism, his body, or his motorcycles. He quickly became aware, though, that the group was not your average chat crowd. These women seemed to have a fantasy group going as well.
They all had chosen men they would cheer for, and labeled them by "husband", "boyfriend", or "friend/lover". Some had even made it a family affair by taking some of the older wrestlers, and even Paul Bearer, as an uncle.
That's what he liked about this group. Between the fantasy side, and Lady B and Jade teasing Sandra, there was always a reason to laugh. Which leads us back to why he was checking his email, instead of going to bed. In the morning, Lady B had started another round of teasing Sandra about liking Kurt Angle enough to marry him. This time, though, there was some incriminating evidence that she already had married him; a wedding photo and marriage license. Not wanting to ask Lady B directly, in case she would go along with the story, and knowing that Jade would know about it (since her signature was on the license with Lady B's), he emailed her off list.
Hey, Jade, what do you know about the photo and license?
Dark Lover
Within moments of sending the email, he received one back, where she admitted to making both. Unfortunately, his schedule didn't allow him to stick around long enough to read Sandra's reaction to them.
Once his email started rolling in, he noticed that the three trouble makers had been at it all day. He also noticed a short story by Lady Cat. He had been on the list long enough to figure out that he was the only man for her. He clicked on the subject line, and began to read.
Lady Cat had written a beautiful story about a poster she had on her wall, and how his figure would come out of the poster, and make love to her. He became hard by the end of the story. With a groan, he readjusted himself, and went on to his other emails. An hour and a half later, a smile was plastered on his face from the story and the constant teasing. He shut down his computer, and climbed into bed.
The next day, on the flight to Boston, he checked his email again. Duane Johnson leaned over, and looked at the screen. "What are you reading, Taker?" "I've been watching this group for awhile. They kinda take us as their own. It's pretty interesting how they see us." Duane finally looked up from the screen. "Yeah, especially when you're reading about having your dick down one of the members throat, huh?" They both laughed. "Well, they write stories about us, and make art about us. They're paying homage in their own way." Duane just smiled. "Say, Taker, do any of them like me?" "Not very many," he said with a grin. "But the group owner does."
Across the aisle, Adam Copeland heard the conversation, and had to find out. "Hey, Taker..." Before he could finish, Mark said, "yes, the same lady that has Rock." "You mean they can have more than one of us," Rock asked. "Yeah. The two with the most are Christian's and O'Haire's."
"How do we get in on watching them," Adam asked. He told them how, and said, "now, if you don't mind, can I get back to what I was doing?" They sat back, and were real quiet. "About damn time everyone minded their own business," he mumbled.
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That night, when Lady B sat at her desk to check her email, she found two new potential members waiting for approval; pplchmp1 & UthnkUknwMe. She approved both of them, then went to the group's member page. 'All of these members, and only a handful of them talk,' she thought to herself.
She went back to her email, and read through them. Before she got to the end, there was another member to approve; SxyBstChrstn. She approved the new member, then read five more emails, before getting another approval message. This one from SxyMongoose. 'Somebody must be talking about this group in another one,' she thought. After approving Mongoose, she shut down the computer, and headed for bed.
Chapter 2 - Lady B
The next day, as was customary, Lady B sent out an e-mail welcoming all the new members to the list and asking them to introduce themselves and give some background about themselves. Some of the other members welcomed the newby’s to the list and introduced themselves. "Wonder if they will answer?" Lady B thought to herself as she closed off her computer and left work.
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After the taping of his match, Taker had just gotten online in his dressing room when some of the guys entered. "Hey Taker, any news about us on the list?" Jericho asked. "Yeah. Lady B has welcomed you guys to the list and has asked you all to introduce yourselves" Taker replied with a laugh in his voice. "I wanna see how you guys are going to get out of that one" he added as he guffawed loudly.
"What? Holy shit!!!" Jericho said as they all crowded around Taker’s computer to read the message.
"Hey what gives?" Kane asked as he entered after hearing the guys talking from Taker’s room out in the hallway. "Can’t a guy have any peace around here" Taker mumbled.
"We are checking up on a list that we joined that talks about us" Rock replied as they went back to reading the e-mails on Taker’s laptop. "Look guys. Enough" Taker said as he closed his computer. "You guys all joined so go check the messages out on your own puters and leave me alone" he added as he got up, put his computer into his bag and walked out of the room. "Touchy ain’t he" Adam said as he walked out from Takers locker room with Jericho.
"Come on Duane, what gives?" Kane asked again. "Look, just go into this site and sign up. Then you’ll know what is being said about you" Rock told him as he wrote down the address to the list and walked out after Jericho and headed for his dressing room and his own computer.
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E-mails started coming to the list that evening.
Hi I'm a big Edge fan and I just love his blond hair. Lady B, I see he is one of your husbands. No offense but can we share him?
UthinkUknwMe
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I just love Jericho and I have met him too. He is a sweetheart and Kal, I just want to know if we can share him, cause he just makes me all Fozzy inside.
SxyMongoose
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Hi, Just wanted to let you all know that the Rock just rocks my world and I can't live without him. He has got to be the sexiest man around. Lady B if you ever let him go, I'll be there waiting for him . . . If You Smell What the Rock is Cooking. Just love that eyebrow.
pplchmp1
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What can I say about me? Just that Sandra better look out because I am ready to take that tempermental kid who is Christian and WHIP him into shape.
SxyBstChrstn
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Throughout the night more people joined the list and e-mails like the ones above kept coming in.
MonsterKane was added to the list along with TheNxtBstThng. MattV1, 2Sexy and Cbnoit also joined. Rttlsnke, ManBeast and TXOwn entered the list that night. It got to the point where Lady B sent Jade an e-mail about all the new people.
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"Hey Sis,
Is it my imagination or are we just flooded with new people? And some of them are talking to boot. Wonder where they are coming from? Must be a lot of talk going on about this list on the net to make so many new people join. Oh well, as long as they talk we have no problems.
Later Sis
Lady B"
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Lady B went back to ribbing Sandra, along with Jade and a few of the other sisters about her wedding to Kurt Angle and about all the Olympic sperm that was seen in Sandra's hotel room during their WM18 outing. She also brought up the point that she had heard Kurt's heavy breathing from under the bed during those days at the hotel, along with the incriminating photo of Sandra in Kurt's Jersey with her hair a mess lying on the bed. After a while of laughing her butt off at the goings on on the list, Lady B signed off for the night and turned on the t.v. as she settled in for a night of Smackdown.
Chapter 3 - Dove
Mark sat at his computer staring at the screen laughing. He looked at the time it was 5 AM, No one else was up yet he was sure so he sent a mass email to all of his co-workers that had joined the list.
Dudes,
You know A-U does let guys in. You all didn't have to pretend to be females LOL. Man I'm glad I let you guys in on the group. This is gonna be fun to watch lmao.
'Taker
After sending the email he went finished reading the replies to the guy's introductions. Most of the girls from the list were willing to share their men. Some were willing to fight for them. Especially Sandra, "NO one whips MY Christian but me." Mark laughed and read a few more emails then there was a knock on his door. He opened the door. "Man, why didn't you tell me the group let guys in. I don't wanna be stuck pretending to be a chick for months."
Rob Van Dam was walking by and overheard part of the conversation. "What's this all about?" Mark groaned and took a piece of paper out of his pocket handing it to Rob. "Go to that site and sign up. Damn I should have business cards printed up or something."
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That night as Lady B checked her email she had more new members to approve. ThWhlDmShw , RainbowSkittles, and BigRed were added.
Chapter 4 - Lady Cat
"Three more new members. When is this going to
end?" B puzzled as she sat
at her computer. "Something is going on. I've
never had this many new
members - at least not all at once."
She decided to call Jade and tell that three more
added and asked what she
thought of it and did she have any guesses as to
who they were and
why. Jade replied, "Your guess is as good as
mine." B called some others
on the list, each had pretty much the same
response. Cat was the last one
she called, and like the others, Cat had no
response at first. B was
signing off when Cat called back. "You know what
would be the funniest,
and weirdest thing, if all these new additions
were the wrestlers themselves."
"Cat, you don't mean....?"
"Well, after you called I went back over the
emails and looked at the
names. pplchmpl could stand for the People's
Champion 1. Now who uses that?"
"Rock."
"Okay, now look at UthinkUknwMe."
"Edge."
"Right."
"No, No, it couldn't be them.Why?"
"Who knows. What I would like to know is who is
going to be next?"
"Well, to think about it, it is a coincidence.
I'll just have to wait and
see."
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Mark, in the mean time, was getting bombarded by
more wrestlers as word had
spread like a forest fire throughout the locker
room about the A-U
list. BigRed had asked him had he heard any
more. Mark answered back,
"Like I told the others, get your own computer."
Mark knew he had to say
something again or he was never going to get any
peace. He called the guys
into the locker room. "Look, I didn't mind at
first about this thing with
the A-U list, but this is getting way out of
hand. I can't even go to the
john to take a dump without someone knocking on
the damn door. Please, get
your own damn computer."
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As B opened her emails, three more asked to join
the list - 3HGame, LuchaM
and ChugALug. She thought she could guess the
first one, but the other two
she would have to think about. She was beginning
to wonder if perhaps it
wasn't them.
Chapter 5 - Kaliegh
Chris Jricho sat in front of his laptop, a disbelieving smirk on his face. After sending his initial emal, he'd finally gotten a reply back from Kal, who adamantly refused to share him with anyone. It made him feel good. He sat back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he pondered what to write back to her.
"S'up?" Adam greeted his friend as he strolled into the dressing room that they were sharing that night.
Chris grinned up at Adam. "Just catching up on the emails." He didn't say anything further, knowing Adam knew what he was talking about.
Adam chuckled humorously. "I see your 'wife' has got you quite whipped. Won't let you get around to the other girls...only over her dead body, I believe is what she wrote."
Chris laughed. "No, Christian is the one who is whipped. And as long as we're talking about it, your 'wife' has got her claws sunk pretty deep into you too."
Adam flipped him off and then joined Chris in laughing. "This group is interesting for sure. I can't wait to read more...find more out about these ladies. Everyone is so different..yet the same.I want to know everything...it's like a damn addiction." Adam stated once they'd stopped laughing.
"Definitly!" Chris agreed just as his computer alerted him to a new email. Adam came around to look at the screen as Chris opened it up. Within seconds they were laughing hysterically as they read another edition of the 'Sandra and Angle Chronicles' as many of the guys had begun calling it.
"Damn, someone should make a movie or something about this group. They'd make millions! And their stories and art...very talented ladies!" He'd spent most of the previous night browsing through a couple of the sites that a few of the ladies owned. He was very impressed.
Adam nodded in agreement as he glanced up at the clock. "Better close up shop for now. We gotta get ready for Raw tonight. Should be interesting to see what is written afterwards."
"You've got that right!" Chris shut down his computer and stood up. He was looking forward to the emails later almost as much as he was his match that night.
Chapter 6 - Taj
That day there was a heated argument in the list.
According to the ladies of
the list at yesterday’s Smackdown, the writers
once again screwed Taker out
of the title.
“Don’t they realize that he is the best? What are
they thinking?” Lady B
Fumed in her post.
“B, they said that they could write, not that
they can think.” Counseled
LC, as furious as B, but with her anger in check.
“Pweeze, bwe bwery bwery quiet, I’m pwtying to
hunt WWE pwriters.” Taj
answered all of the sudden answering the e-mail.
“What she said?” Kal’s emoticon appeared
scratching off its head.
“Ok. So my impression of Elmer Fudd really sucks!
Ok. But please bear with
me; I want the heads of those twerps on a stick!”
“Stick? Did someone say stick?” Jade popped up,
a thousand and one images
on her head.
From that moment on the conversation turned from
rage to lust.
At his hotel room Taker chuckled when he saw the
monitor of his computer. He
couldn’t believe that those girls thought that he
was God’s gift to women.
All of them with different backgrounds, from
different states, from
different walk of life. All of them so different,
but at the same time so
united, calling themselves sisters.
When he saw Kal’s latest masterpiece, paying
homage to him, he fully smiled.
Five doors down Taker’s room, he sat down looking
at his portable computer
with a bottle of water on his hand.
“So, they think that they can write better plots?
I wonder do they have what
it takes. I doubt it. I’ll put them to the test.
If they deliver I’ll take
the ideas to the table, if not…
Well who cares about a bunch of unknown horny
women.” He thought out loud,
and began to write a thread to the list, using
his handle not letting them
know that in reality he was a man, not a woman.
“What do you suggest girls?”
“Lobotomies for the writers will be scheduled for
tomorrow at 5 pm. It will
be cheap, no anesthesia necessary.” Taj answered.
“I mean, what would you do to improve the plot?”
“A belt with gold for him would be nice.” Lady B
wrote.
“Can we take it away from HHH?” Willie asked.
“You want him to jump from Smackdown to Raw?” He
became serious but hid it
behind the message.
“Of course! I’ll never have enough of him!” Lady
B answered with heart
emoticons.
“At the very least he must have the belt, the
same amount of time that HHH
has!”
“It’s the very least that they can do for him.”
“The very least indeed!”
He became serious. He had too much at stake, too
much invested. Obviously
those women didn’t know a thing about WWE
politics. However if he knew how
to play his cards correctly, he would have a mine
full of ideas and
inventiveness, completely free.
CHAPTER 7 – ANNE
Later that day, Taker was thinking about the storyline
the WWE writers were
writing for him and what he could do to have them
change it to get the
title after being screwed out of it for the millionth
time. He rubbed his
goatee while sitting in his hotel room, his green eyes
twinkling with
devilment. “This is going to be good,” he said to
himself, and began to type.
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Meanwhile, Matt sat on the bed in his hotel room,
having just finished the
latest edition of his column – MattV1. “I need to
invest in one of those
neck pillows,” he said as he rubbed the back of his
neck. He logged into
his email account and read what was happening on the
A-U list. He noticed
that everyone was talking about how Taker had gotten
screwed out of the
title again and that it was so unfair. He shook his
head at the
comments. An email caught his attention. It was from
a woman named
Anne. He already knew a little about her having seen
her artwork on B’s
site and from reading her song fic – “Please”. He had
become interested
and decided he would introduce himself to her.
“Hey Anne – I have it on good authority that Matt
Hardy is yours. He’s one
hot looking man, isn’t he? Is it okay if we share?
That way, when he gets
on his high horse, I can knock him off by using some
“persuasion.” *WEG*
MattV1
He laughed while shaking his head – to pretend to be a
woman just so he
could find out more about the A-U list, or even
better, Anne. “Am I glad I
listened to Taker,” he thought. He had just hit the
“send” button when he
heard a hard knock on his door.
“Hey, Matt,” said familiar voice was heard through the
door.
“Yeah, Brock,” Matt responded. “What do you want?”
“I want to see what’s happening on that list the
locker room is always
talking about,” Brock said.
“Go use your own laptop,” an annoyed Matt responded,
wishing Brock would
use his own instead of always pestering to borrow his.
Upon hearing that,
Brock walked away muttering “asshole” between his
teeth.
Lately, Brock was becoming a pain in the ass to
everyone in the locker
room. Granted, he was the youngest to hold the WWE
championship belt, but
there was no need for him to act like a jackass in the
locker room. He
never wanted to follow the storyline or do things by
the book. It was
either do it his way or no way at all. His attitude
was causing a lot of
problems in the locker room, and he didn’t care. In
his room, Brock opened
his laptop. He had heard talk of one of the members
of the list, Anne, and
how much she favored him and Matt over the other
wrestlers. “This could
prove to be in my favor,” he thought as he typed.
“Hi there Anne. I see by your emails that you like
Brock Lesnar (The
Next Best Thing). I think he is just the sexist man
alive, and wondered if
we could share him off and on?”
ThNxtBstThng”
Brock smiled smugly thinking how easy it’s going to be
to fool Anne and how
he would lead her on until he got what he wanted from
her.
Chapter 8 - Fran
In a room just a couple of floors above Taker, the
newest member of the A-U
list was also reading comments. He laughed as he read
the latest about
sledge hammers coming out of the closet. He thought
for a bit, then typed
a message.
"Okay, all my sisters, I have a question for you. If
you could see
anything at all happen in the WWE, what would it be
and why? Please, don't
everyone say they want 'the man' to get the belt. We
all agree he should
have it and keep for at least 6 years. I want other
ideas. This may sound
bad and perhaps piss a few off, for now I want
everyone to forget about
Taker. I would like you to tell me what you want to
happen to Jericho,
Angle, HBK, HHH, and the divas. What I want, though,
is not about just
one person, but shows. I would like to see surprises.
You know, you turn
on the show and something happens that you don't read
about on the
internet. How about it?"
He signs off, sits back and laughs. ""Let's see where
this goes and what
kind of ideas 'my sisters' com up with." He waits.
"Okay, girls, tell
Santa what you want for Christmas. You just might get
it," he thinks to
himself. He continues to read the posts, waiting for
their response,
waiting to see what ideas they come up with that can
be used on RAW and
Smackdown.
He gets a notebook from the drawer and prepares to
take notes. He
waits. Finally, his message has gotten to the group.
He rubs his hands
together, anxious for their response. At that time,
there is a
knock. "Shit!" he groans. He closes his laptop as
whoever it is continues
to knock. "Alright, give me a minute!" he calls out.
"I'm in the
bathroom!" He enters the bathroom and flushes the
toilet, then answers the
door. Standing in the door way was the last person he
expected or wanted
to see. "Come in," he said, and goes back to the
bathroom to wash his hands.
His visitor notices the open notebook with the word
"Ideas" written at the
top. He notices her looking at the notebook.
"Thinking of ideas for the
shows that haven't been done yet?" she asks with a
smile. He gives her a
"get real" look as he closes the book and tells her to
sit.
Back in Taker's room, Taker had just finished reading
the latest message
and gave a grunt. "Forget about Taker? What kind of
bullshit is this?" he
thought. He read it again. "Let's see, what, other
than me winning the
belt, do I really want to see happen." His lips go
into a broad grin as he
answers.
Chapter 9 - Sandra
“I really think they should give a shot to MY hubby,”
Sandra replied.
It wasn’t long before Jade sent in a message. “Not
Angle!” Jade
moaned. “He’s already had the belt. Taker should
have it.”
Taker laughed, thinking back to the “Sandra-Kurt
Angle” chronicle. “They
have a lot of imagination. I wonder where it’s
headed?” he asked himself.
“Hey! I thought she had the hots for me!” Christian
whined to himself.
“How many times do I have to say it? Kurt Angle is not
my husband!
Christian is. And, he is the best dresser in the whole
WWE!!” Sandra
emphasized.
“Excuse me!” B interjected. “But the best dressed man
in the WWE is MY MAN
– The People’s Champ – The Rock!”
“Tell her, B. The Rock IS the Most Electrifying
Wrestler, AND the Best
Dressed One,” Rock grinned.
“I don’t think so,” Christian said. “I’m siding with
Sandra on this one.”
“Thanks, SxyBstChrstn. But, just because you agree
with me doesn’t mean
that I’ll share him with you,” Sandra said. “He’s all
mine.”
“Hey Hey!! You guys have it all wrong. Jericho is the
best dressed
wrestler in the WWE!” Jericho said, smirking to
himself.
“Maybe, just maybe, there should be a fashion
competition, like they do
with the Divas. Of course, the guys would strip down
to their boxers, or
thongs, for the final competition,” Sandra said.
On that last email, some of the wrestlers were stumped
for a reply. “Okay,
now what?” they each thought.
“I love that idea. Since they do with the Divas, why
not with the guys,”
Jade said. “But, I have to let you girls know, Sean
will beat all the men,
hands down.”
All the girls continued the so-called argument as to
who was the best
dressed, with the guys adding their comments.