Note: WCW, it's wrestlers, and shows, are all owned by Turner. No harm is meant to any existing trademarks/copyrights. Please don't sue me... this is all meant in fun, and I'm broke anyway.
The top secret headquarters of The Flock Estrogen Brigade was busy. Sure, it was Monday night, so it was normally busy, filled with Flock obsessed women eagerly awating a glimpse of their objects of lust, but tonight was different. Rather than lounging around, chatting and drooling, the ladies were dressing in combat fatigues and strapping on weapons. The Flock Estrogen Brigade was preparing for battle.
"Okay, everyone, gather round!" Katwoman yelled. "It's about time. Mindwarp, you got the stuff?"
Mindwarp nodded. "And it works this time, not like that rush job during Thunder."
Flockgirl bounced eagerly. "So, whatcha got?"
Mindwarp proudly displayed a complicated looking device. "This is that teleportation device we tried creating last Wednesday. The bugs are out of it now. It'll take us exactly where we want to go. I even have a remote for it... I knew that extra remote would come in handy." She then displayed a really big, nasty looking gun. "Now, this baby I'm really proud of. I can't think of a better name for it, so for now it's called the PMS Gun. What it does is hit someone with the full force of our combined PMS, incapacitating them."
"Perfect!" Kat cried. "Okay, ladies, you know the plan. I hear that annoying theme music now, so let's fire up the teleporter!"
A silvery, swirly portal formed in mid-air. The Estrogen Brigade lined up in perfect formation, and marched through the portal.
His roar died in his throat, as he saw a silvery, swirly portal appear. Goldberg stared at it, mesmerized by the pretty lights. A group of well armed women emerged from the portal. One of them carried a really big, wicked looking gun. The gun bearer smiled an evil grin as she fired the gun at him.
Suddenly, all he could feel was terrible, agonizing pain. He doubled over from the horrendous cramping in his midsection. In the midst of the pain, he was torn between insanely laughing and hysterically crying, seesawing back and forth between the extremes. He barely noticed as the ladies came over and started attacking him.
The gun bearer grabbed the discarded belt. "Hey, ladies, I got it!" she cried in triumph. The women pulled back from their victim, giving him one or two more kicks for good measure.
The crowd was stunned. They had never seen Goldberg taken down, and had never expected him to lose in this fashion. Even the announcers sat fearfully as one of the women grabbed a microphone. "Hey, Raven! Flock! Get out here!" she called.
The gun bearer muttered, "Real subtle and creative, Kat."
Kat shrugged, as the Flock cautiously came out from backstage. "Hey, it worked, didn't it," she muttered back. She turned and addressed the audience. "Last week, we all saw a travesty of justice. Someone had to right that wrong, and that someone is us. Raven, The Flock Estrogen Brigade proudly return what is yours to you."
Raven cautiously approached the ring. As he walked closer, the ladies' stern demeanor started crumbling. As soon as he stepped into the ring and took the belt, the ladies mobbed him. "Raven! We love you! Take off your shirt! Raven!" they started screaming. Bewildered, he did the first thing that popped into his head, and took off for the supposed safety of the Flock.
Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, he forgot what the ladies had called themselves. The ladies charged after the entire Flock, screaming for their favorites and professing their undying love. The Flock dashed backstage, passing Sting and Chris Benoit on the way.
"What the..." Benoit said, as the Flock raced on. Sting, deciding that he didn't have to speak this time, shrugged. Then, the Estrogen Brigade reached the backstage area..
"Oh my gods, it's Sting and Benoit!" Mindwarp yelled.
"Sting?!? Where?!?" Kat and stingirl hollered, looking for more lust objects.
Sting and Benoit had an immediate epiphany. NOW they knew why the Flock was running, and followed suit, with rabid drooling fangirls on their heels.
"Okay, this isn't working," Mindwarp muttered, coming to a dead stop.
"What are you doing?!?" asked Ami, perplexed by her fellow drooler's behavior.
"Making this a lot easier," Mindwarp replied. She fiddled with the teleporter remote control. Taking careful aim, she pointed the remote as the fleeing wrestlers and hit a button. The wrestlers promptly disappeared.
"What did you do that for?!?" cried ravengirl and RavensGirl/Chandra.
"Hey, I made it easier for us. I just sent them to our HQ. And considering they don't know the way out of there..." The ladies slowly grinned evilly, as Mindwarp aimed the remote at the Estrogen Brigade.
What happened next is censored due to WCW being theoretically family viewing. Suffice it to say that the wrestlers were
returned safe and sound, Raven had his US belt back, and there were a lot of satisfied ladies that night. ;^)
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