Title: The Thong
Author: Jami
Lynn
Chapter:
1, it's a song fic
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*. But I do own anyone else mentioned in
the story, for they are the voices in my head, crying to get out.
Mags owns herself. 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: Rated
R just for the heck of it
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: Does
it really need a summary...it's just a goofy stupid silly story
Feedback: I
need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
***
Mags walked down the hotel hallway looking for her
boyfriend, Shane McMahon. She was worried about him. He had been
under a lot of stress lately. In fact, Mags was afraid that Shane had
really cracked under the pressure. He was coming back to his botel room
late every night, barely able to stand. When she asked him a question,
he would just turn blank eyes to her and nod, mumbling something about a
hurricane coming through and mightly molly being a mighty big show.
Usually Mags would just nod and let him fall into bed and sleep. In the
morning he'd get up, eat an energy bar and be out the door before she was
awake. It was taking it's toll on him. He'd work all morning,
they'd travel in the afternoon, and then he'd work again at night.
Mags was now wandering the hall in search of him.
It was 3 in the morning and Shane was nowhere to be found. He had been
laying beside her when she had went to sleep, but now he was gone. ANd
that worried her.
Mags stepped outside the hotel and heard laughter coming
from around the corner of the hotel. It had rained earlier that night,
so there were puddles everywhere. Plus it was lightly raining now.
Mags stepped around the corner and nearly fell over with
shock. Shane stood in the middle of a large puddle with a goofy grin on
his face.
"Shane! What the hell?!?" Mags
shrieked. "I'm having fun." he laughed like a small
child. Mags looked Shane over once again. "Shane...why
are you wearing nothing but a leopard print thong and a smile?" she
asked. "Becuase I"m not frowning." Shane
told her.
Mags stomped her foot, which splashed water on her pants,
frustrating her even more. Then Mags noticed that Shane wasn't alone.
Test, Albert, Hurricane Helms, The Big Show, Booker T, Triple H, Rikishi, The
Rock, Billy Gunn, X-pac, Tajiri, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Edge, Christian,
Bradshaw, Vince McMahon, and Jerry 'the king' Lawler were all dressed in
thongs. Lita, Trish Stratus, Torrie Wilson, Stacy Keibler, Ivory, Mighty
Molly, and Stephanie McMahon were all in bras and thongs. Everyone was
dancing in puddles and laughing.
"Come on Mags. I'm just having fun!" Shane
giggled. "Why are you all dressed in nothing but your
skivvies?" Mags asked. "Because it's fun!"
Test told her.
"Good God Test, did you have to wear a white
thong?" Mags cried, "You can see through it!"
"Isn't it cute?" Stacy Keibler giggled.
Shane grabbed Mags in a wet hug. "Come
join us." he begged. Mags thought for a few moments. "Okay,
but let me get something first." she said.
Mags headed for the hotel. She wanted pictures of
the Big Show standing on his tip toes, turning in circles like a ballerina, in
nothing but a neon green thong.
