Femme Fetale
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Category:
WWF/WWE › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,187
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 8
Stephanie walked down the hall and into Brock Lesnar's locker room. He had been waiting for her with Stacy. She pushed the door open and took a deep breath. They stood up as she walked in.
"Well, Brock, I've thought long and hard about this decision. First let me start out by saying, Stacy you screwed me over, you jumped to Raw, and I will never forget that. And second of all, I do not like threats. I'm the boss, I'm the GM, and I will not be disrespected. I've already suspended you once Brock." Stephanie explained. "But, suspending you isn't the answer. The fans want to see you, and as soon as the suspension was lifted, you'd jump right to Raw. I don't understand how Stacy had gotten you so convinced that she can help you, but as of right now, Stacy your hired. You can sign your contract tonight." She added. Stacy let out a shriek of joy.
"Thank you! Stephanie I promise you won't regret this!" Stacy exclaimed.
"I just hope Brock doesn't. He's one of the most gifted wrestlers in the WWE, he doesn't need something dragging him down this early in his career." Stephanie admitted. "You'll make your debut tonight, good luck. You'll need it." She added as she left the locker room. Stacy jumped excitedly as she left, and hugged Brock as she jumped up and down. A strange expression crossed his face. This was something he wasn't used too. Of coarse he had, had girlfriends, but he wasn't use to the girls in the WWE hugging him like this, most people feared him. She pulled back and seen that he had a serious look on his face. Her smiled didn't take long to fade. She smoothed out her shirt as she recomposed herself. She knew that sort of behavior unprofessional, and she also remembered it seemed like Brock didn't like to be touched. But she was use to celebrating when things went her way. If Test won a match, they would celebrate, when she was with the Dudleys they would also celebrate after a victory.
"Sorry, I'm just so excited" Stacy explained. She had to remember Brock wasn't like other guys, he was in a league of his own. It would be something she would have to adjust to, but she could do it.
"You should probably get ready for tonight, and get any ideas you may have together." Brock suggested.
"The show starts in a few hours. Maybe we could get something to eat." Stacy offered. As soon as she seen his expression, she knew this was a bad question. "Or not" She uttered.
"I have to warm up properly, I don't really have time to do that." Brock explained.
"You don't have time to eat?" Stacy cried.
"Of coarse I eat. Look at me, I eat well!" Brock chuckled. "But I need to warm up" He added. She didn't see why he felt the need to warm up before every match, he was definitely physically in shape, but maybe that was what made him the best.
"Ok, I guess I'll meet you in a few hours." Stacy reasoned.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Stacy walked out of the locker room. Brock had warned her not to let many people see her, something she had already planned on doing. If she was to be introduced tonight as his agent, the last thing she needed was for Paul Heyman to already know about it. The evil genius was already so far ahead of her, that she would be playing catch up. She then became nervous, what if she couldn't match wits with Paul Heyman? She began to bite her nails nervously, something she tried not to do, but she was so nervous she couldn't help it. What if this all blew up in her face? What if she doesn't make an impact, she was just making a huge mistake. She knew she had to stop questioning herself, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. Her cell phone suddenly rang, she flipped it open.
"Hello?" She asked
"Stacy, what were you thinking? I heard you got fired. Baby, listen, I'm gonna talk to Eric Bischoff and maybe he'll give you your job back if I agree to join that group he forced the Dudleys to join. Stacy, why would you do something like that!?" Test cried frantically over the phone. She let out a frustrated sigh. Shit! She should have known it was him. Why didn't she check her caller ID? She didn't know what to say to him, she felt bad, but there was no point in lying to him anymore.
"Andrew, I'm sorry. I should have just told you the truth, but I didn't want you to get angry. I'm trying to better myself and be more successful in the WWE. I decided to jump to Smackdown, I'm sorry." Stacy apologized.
"What!" Test yelled. "How the fuck could you do that to me!?" he shouted
"I'm sorry!" Stacy repeated.
"How is jumping to Smackdown going to improve your career? Most of the Divas are over here on Raw, that's where the competition is if that's what your looking for" Test argued. "Or, maybe it's not that. Who are you managing now?" He demanded.
"No one!" Stacy insisted.
"Damn it Stacy, tell me the truth! What does he have that I don't have?! Are you fucking him!?" Test yelled. He knew, She had to be! Her mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe he had actually said that to her.
"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you say that to me! I'm sorry if I hurt you Andrew, but you have no right to talk to me like that. You wanna know the truth? I will be managing someone else, but it has nothing to do with sex! I've made my decision, I'm sorry, I'll always care about you, but it's over." Stacy explained.
"You bet your ass your sorry, and it's gonna be a decision you'll live to regret." Test growled as he hung up in her ear. She hung up her phone with an exhausted sigh.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She was only moments away from her debut. She didn't have her own locker room so she had to use Brock's. She didn't actually see him change into his ring gear, because by the time she got there, he had already changed. She, on the other hand, still needed to change. He bounced around pumping himself up.
"Could you please turn around?" Stacy asked sheepishly, slightly blushing. He grinned as he turned around. She quickly changed. "Ok" she added. He turned back around and began bouncing back and forth. She wore black leather mini shorts and a sexy top. She bent over as she oiled up her legs. Brock suddenly began to regret his decision. She was great as eye candy, sure, but what could she possibly have to offer? Maybe Stephanie was right. Then he thought about all the reasons he had agreed to it.
"Are you ready?" Brock asked
"A little nervous" Stacy admitted.
"Yeah, well, you better pray your good." Brock warned as he walked out of the locker room. Now she was even more nervous.
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"Well, Brock, I've thought long and hard about this decision. First let me start out by saying, Stacy you screwed me over, you jumped to Raw, and I will never forget that. And second of all, I do not like threats. I'm the boss, I'm the GM, and I will not be disrespected. I've already suspended you once Brock." Stephanie explained. "But, suspending you isn't the answer. The fans want to see you, and as soon as the suspension was lifted, you'd jump right to Raw. I don't understand how Stacy had gotten you so convinced that she can help you, but as of right now, Stacy your hired. You can sign your contract tonight." She added. Stacy let out a shriek of joy.
"Thank you! Stephanie I promise you won't regret this!" Stacy exclaimed.
"I just hope Brock doesn't. He's one of the most gifted wrestlers in the WWE, he doesn't need something dragging him down this early in his career." Stephanie admitted. "You'll make your debut tonight, good luck. You'll need it." She added as she left the locker room. Stacy jumped excitedly as she left, and hugged Brock as she jumped up and down. A strange expression crossed his face. This was something he wasn't used too. Of coarse he had, had girlfriends, but he wasn't use to the girls in the WWE hugging him like this, most people feared him. She pulled back and seen that he had a serious look on his face. Her smiled didn't take long to fade. She smoothed out her shirt as she recomposed herself. She knew that sort of behavior unprofessional, and she also remembered it seemed like Brock didn't like to be touched. But she was use to celebrating when things went her way. If Test won a match, they would celebrate, when she was with the Dudleys they would also celebrate after a victory.
"Sorry, I'm just so excited" Stacy explained. She had to remember Brock wasn't like other guys, he was in a league of his own. It would be something she would have to adjust to, but she could do it.
"You should probably get ready for tonight, and get any ideas you may have together." Brock suggested.
"The show starts in a few hours. Maybe we could get something to eat." Stacy offered. As soon as she seen his expression, she knew this was a bad question. "Or not" She uttered.
"I have to warm up properly, I don't really have time to do that." Brock explained.
"You don't have time to eat?" Stacy cried.
"Of coarse I eat. Look at me, I eat well!" Brock chuckled. "But I need to warm up" He added. She didn't see why he felt the need to warm up before every match, he was definitely physically in shape, but maybe that was what made him the best.
"Ok, I guess I'll meet you in a few hours." Stacy reasoned.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Stacy walked out of the locker room. Brock had warned her not to let many people see her, something she had already planned on doing. If she was to be introduced tonight as his agent, the last thing she needed was for Paul Heyman to already know about it. The evil genius was already so far ahead of her, that she would be playing catch up. She then became nervous, what if she couldn't match wits with Paul Heyman? She began to bite her nails nervously, something she tried not to do, but she was so nervous she couldn't help it. What if this all blew up in her face? What if she doesn't make an impact, she was just making a huge mistake. She knew she had to stop questioning herself, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. Her cell phone suddenly rang, she flipped it open.
"Hello?" She asked
"Stacy, what were you thinking? I heard you got fired. Baby, listen, I'm gonna talk to Eric Bischoff and maybe he'll give you your job back if I agree to join that group he forced the Dudleys to join. Stacy, why would you do something like that!?" Test cried frantically over the phone. She let out a frustrated sigh. Shit! She should have known it was him. Why didn't she check her caller ID? She didn't know what to say to him, she felt bad, but there was no point in lying to him anymore.
"Andrew, I'm sorry. I should have just told you the truth, but I didn't want you to get angry. I'm trying to better myself and be more successful in the WWE. I decided to jump to Smackdown, I'm sorry." Stacy apologized.
"What!" Test yelled. "How the fuck could you do that to me!?" he shouted
"I'm sorry!" Stacy repeated.
"How is jumping to Smackdown going to improve your career? Most of the Divas are over here on Raw, that's where the competition is if that's what your looking for" Test argued. "Or, maybe it's not that. Who are you managing now?" He demanded.
"No one!" Stacy insisted.
"Damn it Stacy, tell me the truth! What does he have that I don't have?! Are you fucking him!?" Test yelled. He knew, She had to be! Her mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe he had actually said that to her.
"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you say that to me! I'm sorry if I hurt you Andrew, but you have no right to talk to me like that. You wanna know the truth? I will be managing someone else, but it has nothing to do with sex! I've made my decision, I'm sorry, I'll always care about you, but it's over." Stacy explained.
"You bet your ass your sorry, and it's gonna be a decision you'll live to regret." Test growled as he hung up in her ear. She hung up her phone with an exhausted sigh.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She was only moments away from her debut. She didn't have her own locker room so she had to use Brock's. She didn't actually see him change into his ring gear, because by the time she got there, he had already changed. She, on the other hand, still needed to change. He bounced around pumping himself up.
"Could you please turn around?" Stacy asked sheepishly, slightly blushing. He grinned as he turned around. She quickly changed. "Ok" she added. He turned back around and began bouncing back and forth. She wore black leather mini shorts and a sexy top. She bent over as she oiled up her legs. Brock suddenly began to regret his decision. She was great as eye candy, sure, but what could she possibly have to offer? Maybe Stephanie was right. Then he thought about all the reasons he had agreed to it.
"Are you ready?" Brock asked
"A little nervous" Stacy admitted.
"Yeah, well, you better pray your good." Brock warned as he walked out of the locker room. Now she was even more nervous.
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