Title: Respect
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 Pink. 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: Stacy wants some Respect
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Email: Jeffs_in_my_box@hotmail.com
Stacy Keibler walked into the arena where the WWF was going to be performing that night. She wasn't quite sure what town they were in, she had quit trying to keep track soon after joining WCW a time ago. All she knew was that tonight there was a PayPerView. She had no idea which one. She couldn't keep track of those names either since she was still use to the WCW PayPerView names.
As she entered the arena she heard a few fans hollering at her to come and give her a little bend over. Stacy shrugged them off, flipping her hair at them. She was starting to get use to getting drooled over by all sorts of guys, but she wasn't ever sure she would get use to the things they said to her. It creeped her out.
Stacy had to laugh at some of what they said though. If she went out to a club with any of her friends the guys were always up on her, using the corniest pick up lines, fronting that they had no idea who she was. But she knew they knew. Stacy often heard the pickup line, "Hey baby, what's your sign?" she often blew those off with a simple, "Check WWF.com to find out." and walking away.
***
This is my rap song
1-2-3-4
I get really sick and tired
Of boys up in my face
Pick-up lines like what's your sign?
Won't get you anyplace.
When me and all my girls
Go walking down the street
Seems we can't go anywhere
Without a car that goes beep, beep
***
Stacy bit back a smile as she heard the guys quickly shut up once she was behind the arena doors. Everywhere she went, guys thought she was just going to let them get up on her. Well, she might act like some sort of tramp on TV, but that wasn't who she really was.
Stacy had to smile though. She couldn't help how the guys looked at her. She had one hell of a body and she knew it. But she had more to offer a guy than that. She had unconditionaly love.
***
'Cause this body is a priceless piece
Of lovin' unconditionally, yes
So Mr. Bigstuff, who you think you are?
You was thinkin' you's gon' git it for free?
***
Stacy again smiled to herself. She knew that all the WWF Divas went through this sort of thing. They had often talked about it at photoshoots.
Stacy had been glad that she wasn't alone in all this. And that all the Divas were as greedy as she was when it came to sharing her body. The fans could look from a distance, but no touching.
***
Hey ladies, yeah?
let 'em know it ain't easy
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Let's come together
Hey sistas, yeah?
It's time to be greedy
Nothin' good comes for free
***
Stacy stood in front of a full length mirror later that night, checking herself over before she had to go out in front of the camera's later on. Other WWF Diva's were walking around in a state of mid-dress, prepping for that night.
Stacy was in her ring attire of a short skort that was Dudley style and a Dudley t-shirt, tied up to show her midriff. Stacy ran a hand along her hair and smiled to herself.
She really couldn't blame all those horny boys for wantin' to get up on her. That was what she was packaged to do. Taunt the boys and make them cry. That would keep them tuned in night after night. To see her long legs. To see her bend over the second ring rope.
"Come on Stacy, your on!" a guy knocked on the door and yelled. Stacy quickly picked up her Dudley glasses and slid them on top of her head. She ran out to stand with the Dudley Boyz just as their music hit.
As Stacy sauntered down to the ring, she head a few guys gasp. A few guys yelled some unmentionable things that would have made her mother gasp. But as her mother always said, "nothing came for free." So she continued down the ramp, pretending not to notice their words.
***
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Damn, I sure look fine
I can't blame those horny boys
I would make me mine
When I pass you in a club
"ooh la la" you gasp
Back up boy, I ain't your toy
Or your piece of ass
'Cause this body is a priceless piece
Of lovin' uncondtionally, yes
So Mr. Bigstuff, who you think you are?
You was thinkin' you's gon' git it for free?
Hey ladies, yeah?
Let 'em know it ain't easy
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Let's come together
Hey sista's, yeah
It's time to get greedy
Nothin' good comes for free.
***
After the match Stacy walked back up the ramp, this time she heard a lot of the women yelling horrible things at her. She would never get use to that either.
If anything, she wished she could just tell each woman that she wasn't after their man. That she wasn't really as nasty as she seemed. That they didn't have to worry about her.
And she wanted to let the women know that they all deserved to be treated with Respect. That's what she wanted to be treated with eventually.
***
No jealousy, no envy girls
come on, let's work it out
no freebies in the limousine
That's not what it's about
Let him know there's work to do
Give it up, he won't call you
Respect is just a minimum
Go on girl and get you some.
1-2-3-4
Hey ladies, yeah?
Let em know it ain't easy
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Let's come together
Hey sistas, yeah?
It's time to be greedy
Nothin good comes for free
Come on girls lets work it out
Let's show them what it's all about
Let's come together
Let's come together
Let's come together
Let's come together
You gotta let 'em know
That it ain't easy street, no