Title: Overprotected
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. The song belongs to Britney Spears. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know yet *L*.
Summary: Torrie doesn't want to be overprotected.
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"Torrie, are you sure you should be going out and doing this? I mean, you haven't exactly trained to be a wrestler." reminded Gina, one of Torrie Wilson's best friends. "Damn Gina, I think I can take care of myself." Torrie muttered, fixing her hair in the mirror.
Torrie had to admit that she may have bitten off more than she could chew. Torrie had never been trained as a wrestler before coming to the WWF. When she had been hired at WCW it was almost an accident. She had just happened to meet the right person at the right time, who thought she had the right look. And she had been hired on the spot as eye candy. And she could play that part well.
But tonight would be a different story. Torrie had went and talked Shane McMahon into booking herself and Adam Copeland in a intergender tag team match against Stacy Keibler and Jay Reso.
Torrie felt she could take Stacy on easily enough. They had been in a few 'matches' together before, and each girl knew how to work off each other. That came with being best friends in WCW. But tonight they were both going to be involved in an actual wrestling match.
Torrie knew that Adam wasn't likely to let her into the ring unless hell froze over, but she was always suprised at how often hell did freeze over. And she knew if she got in the ring with Jay Reso who played Christian, he was likely to punish her. Not in a mean way, but he had warned her that she was in the world WRESTLING federation now...she had better be prepared to wrestle.
***
Say hello to the girl that I am
You're gonna have to see through my perspective
I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am
And I don't wanna be so damn protected
There must be another way
'Cause I believe in taking chances
But who am I to say
What a girl is to do
God I need some answers...
***
Torrie quickly dressed in her ring attire, deep in thought. She wasn't going to the ring unprepared. Both Stacy and herself and been learning how to wrestle ever since coming to the WWF. The trainers were more than happy to work with them. And so were the other girls.
Torrie had been excited when she first learned of the WWF's interest in hiring her. She knew that some of the other females hadn't been so lucky. She was excited at the very thought of actually being taught how to wrestle...how to show off in-ring skills in the ring.
Most of her friends and family were against her getting into the ring and doing anything that could actually hurt her. But Torrie was thrilled at the very thought of it. She loved the crowd response. She didn't even mind the pain afterwards. She didn't want to be overprotected anymore. She wanted to be a true Diva.
***
What am I to do with my life?
(you will find it out don't worry)
How am I supposed to know what's right?
(you just gotta do it your way)
I can't help the way I feel
But my life has been so overprotected
***
When the announcement that the match that night had been made first came out, people seemed angered at management. Many people had came up to Torrie and asked if she needed any help at ringside, or getting out of the match. They were shocked to hear that Torrie herself had asked for the match.
Everyone had told her she wouldn't like being placed in the match. That it would be to much for her to do. That she wasn't ready. Torrie bit back a laugh as she checked her makeup once again. Wasn't she the one who was suppose to know what she could take and what she couldn't. What she wanted and didn't want.
Torrie bit her lip in hesitation for a second. Maybe this wasn't right. Maybe she shouldn't be trying her body to be a WWF Diva. Maybe everyone else was right.
***
I tell them what I like, what I want and what I don't
But everytime I do, I stand corrected
Things that I've been told, I can't believe what I hear about the world
I realized I'm overprotected
There must be another way
'Cause I believe in taking chances
But who am I to say
What a girl is to do
God I need some answers
What am I to do with my life?
(you will find it out, don't worry)
How am I suppose to know what's right?
(you just gotta do it your way)
I can't help the way I feel
But my life has been so overprotected
***
Torrie pushed down the nervous butterfly's in her stomach. Her match tonight was going to be on a PayPerView. They were continually building on her feud with Stacy, and likewise with Jay and Adam's fued, so when she had asked to be placed in an intergender tag team match, the storyline writers had come up with this idea, and she loved it.
Torrie quickly walked out of the locker room, waving to her friend Gina as she left. Torrie smiled confidently, she didn't need anyone telling her what to do, what she should want.
Torrie rounded the corner and smacked into Stone Cold Steve Austin. She wasn't quite sure of his real name, but was quite sure of her fear of him. He could kick her ass before she even blinked if he ever wanted too.
"Good Luck tonight. Show them what you got." Steve told her with a wink. "What?" Torrie choked out. "Isn't that my line?" Steve grinned at her. "Oh yeah...thanks." Torrie whispered as Steve nodded to her and walked past.
Torrie's confidence grew even more. Steve Austin, the Rattlesnake, knew she could do it out there in front of millions. Torrie's smile grew and she tossed her hair back as she thought, 'no more being someone else, tonight...I'm Torrie Wilson'.
***
I need time...love...I need space
I don't need nobody telling me just what I wanna
What I what what what I'm gonna do about my destiny
I say no, no...nobody's telling me just what I wanna...do do
I'm so fed up with people telling me to be someone else but me...
What am I to do with my life?
(you will find it out don't worry)
How am I supposed to know what's right?
(you just gotta do it your way)
I can't help the way I feel
But my life has been so overprotected.
I don't need nobody telling me just what I wanna
what I what, what, what I'm gonna do about my destiny
I say no no...nobody's telling me just what I wanna...do do.
I'm so fed up with people telling me to be someone else but me