Femme Fetale
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Category:
WWF/WWE › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,168
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Test turned to Stacy in concern.
"Stacy, I don't get it, I just won my match against D. Lo Brown shouldn't you be happy?" Test asked with a confused look on his face. She had been awfully quiet. "And where's my reward?" He smiled as he moved in closely for a kisse lie lightly pushed him back.
"I'm sorry Andrew, I've just been thinking and trying to stay focused" Stacy explained.
"I know you've been focused on my "testicles" and you've been racking your brain trying to come up with new business ideas but I have a great idea, it may be what you've been looking for" Test admitted.
"What's your idea?" Stacy asked
"I got Eric Bischoff to give me a title shot against HHH for the world championship." Test exclaimed.
"That's great" Stacy smiled, she wasn't as enthusiastic as he hoped she'd be.
"Well, isn't that what you've been looking for? Championship equals power" Test reminded. He was right about that.
"I'm happy for you, but that's not exactly what I had in mind." Stacy admitted. She wasn't sure she should tell Test, she knew he'd be pissed off. He'd hate her for it. Her idea would apply extreme, drastic measures.
"What's your idea?" Test questioned with the raise of an eyebrow.
"Don't worry about that, just focus on your match." Stacy reassured him with a quick kiss on the cheek. She began to head down the hall.
"Wait, where are you going?" Test called.
"I have some business to take care of" Stacy answered.
"You can't leave! What about my match?! What business could you possibly have to tend to that could be more important? Were talking about the championship!" Test exclaimed.
"You'll do fine!" Stacy insisted.
"I need to have you out there! This is one of the most important moments of my career! Your idea can wait!" Test insisted. Stacy gritted her teeth as she walked back toward him, her plan would have to wait. It wasn't that she wasn't happy for Test, or that she didn't wanna be his manager, but she was a business women, and anyone with a business mind knew that it was ok to be selfish sometimes. She also knew that when an opportunity popped up, jump on it fast or someone else would. She wouait ait but not for long. In a few days her plan would be in effect, that was if everything went well. She accompanied Test to the ring. When she tried to distract the referee during the match she got chased around the ring by Ric Flair. HHH ended the match with a pedigree and retained the title.
~*~
The only problem she had now was getting away from Test. They were always together so doing something secretive would be impossible. So, she booked an interview in Europe for two days.
"We are gonna have so much fun!" Temilemiled.
"Andrew, I'm sorry but you'll be going alone this time." Stacy answered
"What? Why?" Test cried.
"Because I have business to take care of" Stacy sighed.
"You're anaganager and I say you don't have business to take care of" Test grinned.
"I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm not going, I have important things to do." Stacy insisted.
"Like what?" Test asked "See! You can't even answer!" He exclaimed.
"Don't worry about it! I'm the manager, your not. I have business to take care of, have fun and be careful!" Stacy repeated. Test frowned with a sigh as he packed his bags.
~*~
It was finally time to make her vision a reality. She pulled up her skirt a bit. It was already short, but she made it extra short, she really wanted to impress him when she seen him. But what if he didn't go for that type of thing? She was used to using her assets to get what she wants, The Next Big Thing didn't seem to be easily persuaded into things, even if she had great legs. Then she considered lowering the skirt. Her skirt was black, which matched her black blouse and heels. She sat outside of Smackdown, she knew it wasn't going to be easy. She just couldn't walk through the door without security hassling her. She suddenly got cold feet. What if she regretted this? What if he laughed in her face? Or even worse what if he made her just another victim? What if this was a bad idea? Wait, she never had bad idea's! That's it, she was gonna do it! Getting in was one of the hard parts. She pushed open the arena door.
"Where do you think your going?!" The Smackdown security guard demanded "Aren't you on Raw?" He asked.
"Um, no" Stacy lied nervously.
"Yes you are! Your Stacy Keibler!" The guard exclaimed.
"Could youase ase let me in?" Stacy asked nicely as she rubbed his chest. He laughed nervously.
"No can do, The boss, you know? Stephanie McMahon? The GM of Smackdown? She'd fire me!" He exclaimed. "No one's aloud in but superstars and people who have tickets" He added as he shut the door.
Stacy stood outside contemplating her next move. She remembered when Brock needed to get in to Smackdown, he bought a ticket. She quickly found someone selling tickets, who by the way completely over charged her the asshole! But it was worth it if her idea worked.
She got in the arena, now she had to sneak her way backstage. She walked around the arena for ten minutes. No one would let her back stage! This was ridiculous! Look at her! Not one person would let her backstage! She walked past the women's bathroom and the men's bathroom, which she had already passed twice. She continued to walk and stopped when she noticed a janitor's closet. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She opened the closet door and took one of the janitor's outfits. She pulled the old dirty thing over her nice, expensive clothes. She hid her hair underneath the cap. She walked around with a mop and pale until another janitor spotted her.
"You new here?" The janitor asked.
"Um...yes" Stacy uttered.
"Good.then the puke in the women's bathroom is all yours!" The janitor laughed. No way! There was no way she was gonna clean up vomit! "Then after that you can clean up the mess in the hallway Brock Lesnar caused" He added.
"Brock Lesnar!" Stacy exclaimed excitedly.
"Yeah, seems like that guy is always destroying something! Jobs your though, and if it doesn't get done Steph will flip, so don't try and get out of it." The janitor warned. "Come on" He added.
"What?" Stacy cried.
"Were going to clean up the bathroom." He answered.
"What? We?" She exclaimed
"Let's go, unless you'd rather talk to Steph." He added.
"Let's go" Stacy sighed. She cringed as she cleaned up the vomit. If Brock Lesnar turned her down she'd freak! She was going through pure hell.
She finally got backstage where she removed the smelly janitor's outfit. Now, she was back in her normal clothes. She began to think about how she should do this. Should she just go to his locker room and knock? But what would he do? She couldn't do this. She began to panic in fear as she walked down the hall and turned the corner. She stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't swallow because of the giant lump in her throat and she felt like her heart had stopped. There he was...Brock Lesnar!
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Test turned to Stacy in concern.
"Stacy, I don't get it, I just won my match against D. Lo Brown shouldn't you be happy?" Test asked with a confused look on his face. She had been awfully quiet. "And where's my reward?" He smiled as he moved in closely for a kisse lie lightly pushed him back.
"I'm sorry Andrew, I've just been thinking and trying to stay focused" Stacy explained.
"I know you've been focused on my "testicles" and you've been racking your brain trying to come up with new business ideas but I have a great idea, it may be what you've been looking for" Test admitted.
"What's your idea?" Stacy asked
"I got Eric Bischoff to give me a title shot against HHH for the world championship." Test exclaimed.
"That's great" Stacy smiled, she wasn't as enthusiastic as he hoped she'd be.
"Well, isn't that what you've been looking for? Championship equals power" Test reminded. He was right about that.
"I'm happy for you, but that's not exactly what I had in mind." Stacy admitted. She wasn't sure she should tell Test, she knew he'd be pissed off. He'd hate her for it. Her idea would apply extreme, drastic measures.
"What's your idea?" Test questioned with the raise of an eyebrow.
"Don't worry about that, just focus on your match." Stacy reassured him with a quick kiss on the cheek. She began to head down the hall.
"Wait, where are you going?" Test called.
"I have some business to take care of" Stacy answered.
"You can't leave! What about my match?! What business could you possibly have to tend to that could be more important? Were talking about the championship!" Test exclaimed.
"You'll do fine!" Stacy insisted.
"I need to have you out there! This is one of the most important moments of my career! Your idea can wait!" Test insisted. Stacy gritted her teeth as she walked back toward him, her plan would have to wait. It wasn't that she wasn't happy for Test, or that she didn't wanna be his manager, but she was a business women, and anyone with a business mind knew that it was ok to be selfish sometimes. She also knew that when an opportunity popped up, jump on it fast or someone else would. She wouait ait but not for long. In a few days her plan would be in effect, that was if everything went well. She accompanied Test to the ring. When she tried to distract the referee during the match she got chased around the ring by Ric Flair. HHH ended the match with a pedigree and retained the title.
~*~
The only problem she had now was getting away from Test. They were always together so doing something secretive would be impossible. So, she booked an interview in Europe for two days.
"We are gonna have so much fun!" Temilemiled.
"Andrew, I'm sorry but you'll be going alone this time." Stacy answered
"What? Why?" Test cried.
"Because I have business to take care of" Stacy sighed.
"You're anaganager and I say you don't have business to take care of" Test grinned.
"I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm not going, I have important things to do." Stacy insisted.
"Like what?" Test asked "See! You can't even answer!" He exclaimed.
"Don't worry about it! I'm the manager, your not. I have business to take care of, have fun and be careful!" Stacy repeated. Test frowned with a sigh as he packed his bags.
~*~
It was finally time to make her vision a reality. She pulled up her skirt a bit. It was already short, but she made it extra short, she really wanted to impress him when she seen him. But what if he didn't go for that type of thing? She was used to using her assets to get what she wants, The Next Big Thing didn't seem to be easily persuaded into things, even if she had great legs. Then she considered lowering the skirt. Her skirt was black, which matched her black blouse and heels. She sat outside of Smackdown, she knew it wasn't going to be easy. She just couldn't walk through the door without security hassling her. She suddenly got cold feet. What if she regretted this? What if he laughed in her face? Or even worse what if he made her just another victim? What if this was a bad idea? Wait, she never had bad idea's! That's it, she was gonna do it! Getting in was one of the hard parts. She pushed open the arena door.
"Where do you think your going?!" The Smackdown security guard demanded "Aren't you on Raw?" He asked.
"Um, no" Stacy lied nervously.
"Yes you are! Your Stacy Keibler!" The guard exclaimed.
"Could youase ase let me in?" Stacy asked nicely as she rubbed his chest. He laughed nervously.
"No can do, The boss, you know? Stephanie McMahon? The GM of Smackdown? She'd fire me!" He exclaimed. "No one's aloud in but superstars and people who have tickets" He added as he shut the door.
Stacy stood outside contemplating her next move. She remembered when Brock needed to get in to Smackdown, he bought a ticket. She quickly found someone selling tickets, who by the way completely over charged her the asshole! But it was worth it if her idea worked.
She got in the arena, now she had to sneak her way backstage. She walked around the arena for ten minutes. No one would let her back stage! This was ridiculous! Look at her! Not one person would let her backstage! She walked past the women's bathroom and the men's bathroom, which she had already passed twice. She continued to walk and stopped when she noticed a janitor's closet. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She opened the closet door and took one of the janitor's outfits. She pulled the old dirty thing over her nice, expensive clothes. She hid her hair underneath the cap. She walked around with a mop and pale until another janitor spotted her.
"You new here?" The janitor asked.
"Um...yes" Stacy uttered.
"Good.then the puke in the women's bathroom is all yours!" The janitor laughed. No way! There was no way she was gonna clean up vomit! "Then after that you can clean up the mess in the hallway Brock Lesnar caused" He added.
"Brock Lesnar!" Stacy exclaimed excitedly.
"Yeah, seems like that guy is always destroying something! Jobs your though, and if it doesn't get done Steph will flip, so don't try and get out of it." The janitor warned. "Come on" He added.
"What?" Stacy cried.
"Were going to clean up the bathroom." He answered.
"What? We?" She exclaimed
"Let's go, unless you'd rather talk to Steph." He added.
"Let's go" Stacy sighed. She cringed as she cleaned up the vomit. If Brock Lesnar turned her down she'd freak! She was going through pure hell.
She finally got backstage where she removed the smelly janitor's outfit. Now, she was back in her normal clothes. She began to think about how she should do this. Should she just go to his locker room and knock? But what would he do? She couldn't do this. She began to panic in fear as she walked down the hall and turned the corner. She stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't swallow because of the giant lump in her throat and she felt like her heart had stopped. There he was...Brock Lesnar!
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!