Joining the WWE

Chapter Two
Raw Taping
A week after the test.

Terry was bouncing on her feet in the hotel room, so excited that she could hardly sit still. She was going to be wrestling in her first show and the adrenaline pumping through her system was enough to keep her from sleeping that morning.
She and Vince had decided on her character during the week, getting the scripts ready, basing her character on her native heritage and making sure that her psychotic behavior in the ring was reflected in her stage name.
Savage Anarchy!

Everything was already set up for the taping when Terry came to the arena. She had time to wander a bit before she had to at ringside for the vignette about her match with her first opponent, Kane.
Even Vince thought she was mad, because she had asked for him. She had to explain to him that it would be a very good first move and then he finally agreed to it, somehow not being able to disagree with Terry for long.
She was wandering along a dimly lit corridor when a big hand shot out from a dark doorway, grabbing Terry by her braid and pulling her in.
The door slammed and it was in pitch darkness that she was pushed up against a wall and felt a very muscled, very big, body press into hers.
A hand went to her throat, tilting her head up and felt lips lock onto hers and she fought at first, but then her body went slack and she returned the kiss, her arms sliding around his waist and pulling him closer, her eyes changing from brown to amber in the darkness as she got excited.
A low growl sounded and the kiss became frantic, demanding. Terry's head was swimming and she moaned when she felt a hand at her waist, tugging at her jeans.
She knew it was craziness but she didn't care, just wanting whoever it was to finish it. She had an idea of who it was, but she wasn't sure.
Then her jeans were gone and she felt his cock pushing again her stomach, outside of her tank top. She felt hands on her ass lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist to give him easier access and she felt his cock plunge into her wet pussy, making her cry out against his mouth.
He started to pound into her, hard enough to slam her into the wall behind her. He grabbed her braid, pulling on it hard, making her head tilt back so he could bite her neck, making her moan louder.
He yanked harder on her hair and she dug her nails into his back, loving the roughness of her unseen lover, wanting more.
He obliged her by pulling away from the wall, kneeling down on the floor, pulling out and flipping her over onto her hands and knees.
He pulled her back onto him, pushing his cock deep inside of her again, gripping her hips with bruising force, starting to thrust.
He raised one hand and it came down hard on her right ass cheek, making her almost scream at the pain and pleasure it caused.
He thrust every time his hand came down so her ass was soon on fire but she was past the pain and into the pleasure.
He grabbed her braid again and yanked and she came, fast and hard, the juices oozing out of her battered pussy.
Then he bent over her and bit her neck again and a 2nd orgasm ripped through Terry, making her scream.
That was enough for him to cum in a torrent, filling her up deep inside with his semen.
She collapsed on the floor with him still inside of her and she felt his weight, although he supported most of it on his arms.
She felt him lean down and she heard a whisper, but could not make out who it was.
"We'll continue this after the show."
With that, he got up and left, Terry not fast enough to catch who it was as the door was opened and closed quickly.
She dragged herself off the floor and got dressed after a frantic search for her jeans. She then headed out and had to be quick to get to the area for the interview.
Tonight was going to be hard enough without thinking about her unseen, but thoroughly satisfying, lover.


The crowd was loud, boisterous, and absolutely amazing, Terry thought as she watched the first matches of the night, her green eyes lit with excitement.
Dave Batista came up behind Terry, poking her in the side.
Terry jumped about a mile, making Dave smile.
"You ever know how to just say hi to someone instead of scaring the living daylights out of them, Dave," Terry grouched, her eyes changing from green to amber.
Dave just rolled his eyes and said "Now, that wouldn't be any fun, would it?"
Terry smiled at him, thinking just how nice it would be if he was her mystery lover. She was hoping it was.
"What are you thinking about, Terry? There's smoke comin' out of your ears!" Dave said with a grin.
"None of your business, pest," Terry said with a punch to his arm and went back to watching the monitor, waiting for her match which was coming up after Dave's appearance.
"You really are crazy, you know! Why do you have wrestle against us guys?" Dave asked, a little concerned, even though he knew she could probably still best him.
"It's just the way I am. I hate to say it, but wrestling with the women is too easy for me. At least with you big guys, there's more of a challenge. And you're one of the biggest guys I've ever had the pleasure of beating," Terry said with a shrug and a smug smile.
Dave smiled back, liking the little spitfire, thinking that that would be a good nickname for her.
"Just be careful out there tonight, little spitfire. Glen may be a big teddy bear outside of the ring, but inside, he's a grizzly," Dave cautioned.
"I've beaten him before, or did the knee to your head affect your memory Dave, and don't call me that." Terry said with a grin.
Just then, they both heard the crowd, and Dave hoisted his belt to his shoulder.
"Well, I'm up next, good luck tonight, little spitfire," Dave said with a smile, reaching over to tug on her braid.
Terry tried not to gulp, because her head was still a little sore, but with Dave doing that, it brought all the sensations back for her, making her wet.
Terry just shook her head and waved as Dave walked away. She then started doing stretches to help her loosen up for later.
Glen came down the hall to join her, watching the monitor as Dave sauntered to the ring.
Terry looked over at him and gulped a little but knew it was just her nerves about performing in front of a live audience.
"Hey, Terry."
"Hi, Glen, how's the head?" Terry asked.
"Fine now, but man, why did you have to give me a concussion last week?" Glen said with a smile.
"Hey, when it comes to my well being in the ring, I'll do what I have to. You want to know how bad my foot is bruised from your thick skull," Terry said teasingly.
Glen laughed and shook his head at her.
"Just so you know, I have to give you a hard time tonight, boss' orders," Glen said with a smile.
"Just you wait and see what I can do." Terry said with a smirk.
"There's something I've always wanted to know, Glen, is that you're real eye color or is it just a contact?" Terry asked.
Glen leaned down to her, looked her right in her amber-colored eyes, pulling his lower lid down and moved the contact around with his finger.
Terry laughed and so did Glen.
"That is so disgusting," Terry said with a laugh.
"I'm not always gross, you know," Glen said with a mock hurt look.
Terry rolled her eyes at him and they both went back to watching the screen, waiting for their match.
"Hey, Terry, same question for you, is that your real eye color or is it just contacts?" Glen asked teasingly.
She glanced at him, smiling.
"Nope, no contacts. It never is for me. I have what some people call cat eyes. They change color with my moods."
Glen almost non-existent eyebrows rose, not believing her.
"Just wait until we're in the ring, you'll see then," Terry said, smiling still.
Just then, Dave came back, all sweaty, making Terry gulp a little.
"Hey, Glen, have fun out there with the little spitfire," Dave called in passing, knowing that the nickname aggravated Terry.
"I intend to, Dave," he called back and then he glanced at Terry with raised eyebrows, "Little Spitfire, now that sounds cute," Glen said with a smile.
"Don't even think about calling me that, Glen, or I'll have to murder you," Terry said with mock severity.
Glen just grinned and was about to comment when his cue was called.
"See you out there, little spitfire," he said with a grin and took off before Terry could say anything.
She glanced at his retreating back, seeing little scratches there but not thinking much of it at the time, waiting for her cue to go on.