Femme Fetale
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Category:
WWF/WWE › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,171
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 3
Chapter 3
He had his back turned to her, she only stood a few feet behind from him. Her heart raced. She couldn't do this! She had to turn around, but this could be her opportunity to make a huge impact. She just stood there staring at the back of his head, contemplating her next move. Maybe she should make her skirt a little shorter. He suddenly stood up and turned around. Her nervousness turned into complete and utter fear. He stared at her with intensity and he wasn't sure if that was a bad sign because he was always intense. He motioned toward his his face was flushed with anger. He stood in front of her as her heart continued to pound. Compared to him, she was so small and weak. He looked her up and down.
"Aren't you a Raw superstar?" He asked finally.
"Um...yes...I-I'm...Stacy Keibler." Stacy trembled as she stumbled over her words. She could barely talk to him. He wasn't in the mood for this. He ad just, once again, been toyed with by Heyman. He really wasn't in the mood.
"Then what the hell are you doing at Smackdown!?" Brock demanded
"I.I came to see you." Stacy admitted.
"You came here to see me? Well here I am, what the hell do you want?" Brock questioned.
"I have an idea." Stacy began.
"An idea?" Brock repeated
"A business proposition" She answered.
"You have a business proposition for me? I'm not interested" Brock decided as he turned to walk away.
"Brock wait! Aren't you gonna at least hear me out?" Stacy cried. He turned back around.
"What could you possiblve tve to say that I would be interested in?" Brock asked with his usual anger.
"Brock, I can help you, we can help each other" Stacy insisted moving in closer, then stepping back, taking his stare as a warning.
"Help me? You wanna help me? What is this some kind of setup so Eric Bischoff can screw Stephanie?" Brock exclaimed.
"No, this has nothing to do with Eric Bischoff. This is just me. I'm taking a huge risk by being here. Bischoff would flip if he knew. I just want what's best for the both of us. You want your title back right?" Stacy asked trying to persuade him.
"I can get my title back on my own!" Brsnapsnapped. "It's nothing personal, but I'm not interested." He added as he began to walk away.
"Brock wait! Just hear me out! If you decide you don't want help then fine, I won't bother you again" Stacy promised. She had grabbed his large arm to keep him from leaving and his piercing eyes stared at her hands. She quickly remothemthem. He didn't seem to like to be touched. What was she thinking?!
"You've got five seconds!" Brock ordered.
"You want your title back and you want revenge on that slimeball Paul Heyman and his clients right?" Stacy asked
"What's your point?" Brock asked a bit annoyed. He didn't need to be reminded of the obvious.
"I've been looking for someone that I can turn into a huge superstar, not that your not already, but I think with my help, we could be an unstoppable force in the wwe" Stacy smiled
"WE?" Brock questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. I've been wanting to make an impact. You and I together, nothing could stop us! You talented and strong, Brock you're an amazing wrestler, no one can deny that, and I know you could make it on your own, but with my help, with my business mind, there's nothing we couldn't do. Together, we'd rule the WWE." Stacy declared with a sly grin.
"Your business ideas? Well I don't think slogan like "Testicles" is gonna help me get my title back!" Brock laughed.
"Brock listen to me. I know how Paul Heyman thinks. The way he gets inside your head and plays with your mind. They way he tricks you. With Paul Heyman in Kurt Angles corner, it'll be hard to get that title back, He'll make sure of that. Everyday he gets more and more people on his side. He's a businessman, and that what business people do, they win, because they do whatever it takes to win. I'm a businesswoman,ck, ck, let me be you agent and together, we'll win." Stacy explained confidently
"What about Test? And how are you gonna be my agent? Did you forget your on Raw?" Brock asked.
"You let me worry about that, all you need to worry about is accepting my offer." Stacy answered.
"Why should I trust you? You know how Paul Heyman thinks because your just like him! Everyone I've trusted in the WWE has screwed me. Do you have any idea what I would do to you if tried trew rew me?" Brock snapped as he got in her face.
"I know, but Brock, I'm not Paul and I'm not gonna screw you. I wanna help, if I were gonna screw you, I wouldn't be here. I know what your capable of" Stacy ruredured as her heart raced. He slowly backed away. He looked her up and down. He jumped in her face again them slowly sniffed around her. He could practically smell her fear. He sniffed her hair as she trembled. He was gonna kill her! He backed away with a half grin.
"I'll think about it" Brock said finally as he walked away. She slowly exhaled. What did he mean he'd think about it? She needed an answer. And she needed one soon. She knew she had to prove herself to him. Prove that she was more than some dumb blonde. Prove that she could outwit Paul Heyman, and prove that she could be a great agent.
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He had his back turned to her, she only stood a few feet behind from him. Her heart raced. She couldn't do this! She had to turn around, but this could be her opportunity to make a huge impact. She just stood there staring at the back of his head, contemplating her next move. Maybe she should make her skirt a little shorter. He suddenly stood up and turned around. Her nervousness turned into complete and utter fear. He stared at her with intensity and he wasn't sure if that was a bad sign because he was always intense. He motioned toward his his face was flushed with anger. He stood in front of her as her heart continued to pound. Compared to him, she was so small and weak. He looked her up and down.
"Aren't you a Raw superstar?" He asked finally.
"Um...yes...I-I'm...Stacy Keibler." Stacy trembled as she stumbled over her words. She could barely talk to him. He wasn't in the mood for this. He ad just, once again, been toyed with by Heyman. He really wasn't in the mood.
"Then what the hell are you doing at Smackdown!?" Brock demanded
"I.I came to see you." Stacy admitted.
"You came here to see me? Well here I am, what the hell do you want?" Brock questioned.
"I have an idea." Stacy began.
"An idea?" Brock repeated
"A business proposition" She answered.
"You have a business proposition for me? I'm not interested" Brock decided as he turned to walk away.
"Brock wait! Aren't you gonna at least hear me out?" Stacy cried. He turned back around.
"What could you possiblve tve to say that I would be interested in?" Brock asked with his usual anger.
"Brock, I can help you, we can help each other" Stacy insisted moving in closer, then stepping back, taking his stare as a warning.
"Help me? You wanna help me? What is this some kind of setup so Eric Bischoff can screw Stephanie?" Brock exclaimed.
"No, this has nothing to do with Eric Bischoff. This is just me. I'm taking a huge risk by being here. Bischoff would flip if he knew. I just want what's best for the both of us. You want your title back right?" Stacy asked trying to persuade him.
"I can get my title back on my own!" Brsnapsnapped. "It's nothing personal, but I'm not interested." He added as he began to walk away.
"Brock wait! Just hear me out! If you decide you don't want help then fine, I won't bother you again" Stacy promised. She had grabbed his large arm to keep him from leaving and his piercing eyes stared at her hands. She quickly remothemthem. He didn't seem to like to be touched. What was she thinking?!
"You've got five seconds!" Brock ordered.
"You want your title back and you want revenge on that slimeball Paul Heyman and his clients right?" Stacy asked
"What's your point?" Brock asked a bit annoyed. He didn't need to be reminded of the obvious.
"I've been looking for someone that I can turn into a huge superstar, not that your not already, but I think with my help, we could be an unstoppable force in the wwe" Stacy smiled
"WE?" Brock questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. I've been wanting to make an impact. You and I together, nothing could stop us! You talented and strong, Brock you're an amazing wrestler, no one can deny that, and I know you could make it on your own, but with my help, with my business mind, there's nothing we couldn't do. Together, we'd rule the WWE." Stacy declared with a sly grin.
"Your business ideas? Well I don't think slogan like "Testicles" is gonna help me get my title back!" Brock laughed.
"Brock listen to me. I know how Paul Heyman thinks. The way he gets inside your head and plays with your mind. They way he tricks you. With Paul Heyman in Kurt Angles corner, it'll be hard to get that title back, He'll make sure of that. Everyday he gets more and more people on his side. He's a businessman, and that what business people do, they win, because they do whatever it takes to win. I'm a businesswoman,ck, ck, let me be you agent and together, we'll win." Stacy explained confidently
"What about Test? And how are you gonna be my agent? Did you forget your on Raw?" Brock asked.
"You let me worry about that, all you need to worry about is accepting my offer." Stacy answered.
"Why should I trust you? You know how Paul Heyman thinks because your just like him! Everyone I've trusted in the WWE has screwed me. Do you have any idea what I would do to you if tried trew rew me?" Brock snapped as he got in her face.
"I know, but Brock, I'm not Paul and I'm not gonna screw you. I wanna help, if I were gonna screw you, I wouldn't be here. I know what your capable of" Stacy ruredured as her heart raced. He slowly backed away. He looked her up and down. He jumped in her face again them slowly sniffed around her. He could practically smell her fear. He sniffed her hair as she trembled. He was gonna kill her! He backed away with a half grin.
"I'll think about it" Brock said finally as he walked away. She slowly exhaled. What did he mean he'd think about it? She needed an answer. And she needed one soon. She knew she had to prove herself to him. Prove that she was more than some dumb blonde. Prove that she could outwit Paul Heyman, and prove that she could be a great agent.
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