LOOK AT ME
This is my first fiction, so please be gentle and forgive me for some permission.
My first language is italian, so I owe you all an apology for my poor English...
The story is set in years 2000-2001, during the American Bad ass period, absolutely my favourite Undertaker persona (hot as hell).
Maybe the story will not follow exactly the events in WWF in those years, but it's my fiction and I decide how to develop it.
There will be no pregnacies and no babies, 'cause I firmly believe in safe sex and birth control.
I took some of my ideas, reading the amazing fictions of Takersgurl35, for me one of the greatest writers of this site. Hope she doesn't mind.
I dont' own Mark Calaway or the others wrestlers (sigh!), I only own Fresia, Jessie, Laura and Cindy.
And now, on with my story... enjoy
Rated: K for now. It will become M in later chapters
Fresia Valeria Neri – 25, from Italy, she works for the WWF as hairdresser;
Mark Calaway – WWF wrestler;
Jessie Carter, 24, she works in the costumes department of WWF;
Stephanie McMahon, 24, the boss's daughter.
Molly Holly, WWF wrestler (non Diva)
Glen Jacobs – WWF wrestler;
Kevin Nash – WWF wrestler;
Paul Levesque – WWF wrestler.
CHAPTER 1 – The encounter.
Fresia arrived finally at the door she was looking for. She had walked for quite some time to find the room in which she would have worked for the next two days, until the evening's show. This was her first day of work, having just been taken by WWF, the largest federation of American wrestling, only 15 days before. It had been a real luck find this use. After School, with a diploma in foreign languages, she had wanted to attend a vocational school for hairdressers, pushed by her aunt Graziella who worked in this department for years and had taught her a lot about the job, during the summer's afternoon.
Then Fresia decided to improve her knowledge of languages working abroad.
She spent three months in Dusseldorf, Germany, working as a waitress in a restaurant and then, tired of the cold weather, she decided to fly in Usa to improve her English and explore the "New World" so praised by Italian newspapers and TVs
Fresia visited New York, Niagara Falls, Philadelphia and then, in Washington, she had found a job in a big beauty centre. One sunny afternoon, in the middle of June, a very pissed off brunette entered the centre:
"Is it possible in this silly city to find a hair dresser without an appointment?"
The 11 employees of the centre and the many regulars present at the moment inside the shop, turned to watch the new guest. Fresia, who was arguing with a head of wild curls, was speechless: the brunette was Stephanie McMahon, daughter of Vince McMahon, owner of the WWF. Fresia was a fanatic fan of wrestling. When she was a little girl, in Italy, a local TV broadcasted "Catch", the wrestling show of Japanese federations. Her first hero was Antonio Inoki. Every Saturday, no matter what, at the same hour she sat in front of the tv to watch him. One day the Japanese show was cut out and in its place began the shows of the American wrestling. Fresia had followed the WWF religiously. She adored Ultimate Warrior, Macho Man Randy Savage, Kevin Nash and Scot Hall tag team… and obviously Hulk Hogan!
She knew who Stephanie McMahon was, or Mrs Helmsley, as everyone called her in and out of the ring, for the storyline she was leading with Paul Levesque, alias HHH. Fresia loved the couple, the current heels. She found them very good and made one for the other… Maybe they were a real couple? Who knows.
The owner of the beauty salon, Cheryl Logan, approached Fresia: "Can you please take care of this one? I'm so nervous today, I can't face a tempered celebrity right now… I trust you would satisfy her. So maybe next time the WWF will be in town all the Divas will use our services. What do you say?"
"You are a wrestling fan too, eh?"
"I know, you wouldn't say it, but when I see those muscular men in underpants, I can't resist, I have to watch the whole show!"
Fresia giggled, Cheryl was in her sixties, but her vitality could have compete with a thirty-year-old. So she invited Stephanie to take a seat in an empty armchair
"Oh, thank God – the brunette said – I would like my hair a little wavy, please. Tonight I have to take part in a very huge show and the hair stylist of the Federation is sick…". She seemed a baby complaining for an ice cream, Fresia thought, but she set to work willingly. You don't get easily the chance to look at a tv star so closely. She worked with efficiency for an hour and at last Stephanie could count on a wonderful head of shiny, soft curls framing her beautiful face.
"Now this is a good job! Tonight I will make a huge impression".
Fresia smiled very pleased, but she didn't imagine that her performance on the princess's head would have changed her life forever.
In fact, the next day, coming out of the salon after work, she saw a black limousine parked to the other side of the street. A man, embalmed in his black suit, waved to Fresia, asking her to approach the car. Fresia hesitated, she didn't trust anyone in that city, so the man in black opened one of the limousine doors to catch a glimpse of a smiling Stephanie.
Fresia relaxed "Good morning, miss McMahon, What can I do for you?"
"Call me Stephanie, please, it's better. I have a proposal for you, but I need a quick answer, 'cause I have to be in New York this very evening".
"A proposal?" asked Fresia, intrigued.
"Yes, a job proposal. Would you like to work for WWF? We need another hayr stylist, and I think you are the perfect woman for the job. Of course you will travel all around the Country, we stop in a town just for a few days and then leave again, but the payment will be interesting and you can have the opportunity to visit Usa… What do you think?"
Fresia wondered if she was dreaming. So she pinched herself on a cheek. "Ahi, damn, I'm awake… it's not a dream…"
Stephanie was laughing tearfully.
"Don't laugh, Stephanie! I didn't expect such a proposal…. Surely yes, I accept! But first I have to give notice to my current boss"
"All right, you do that. But next week you have to be in Stamford, at the WWF headquarter, to fill in the hiring papers. They will give you the schedule of the shows and you will join us in the next town".
The girls exchanged addresses and cell numbers and then they parted. Fresia run back to the salon, looking for Cheryl, who was preparing the daily check for the bank. "What's the matter, child? Seems like a rabid dog is chasing you"
"You have no idea, Cheryl! I just received a job proposal for WWF, straight from Stephanie McMahon. I know it's crazy, but I would like to accept it. That means that I have to leave my job here…"
"WWF? Are you kidding me? But it's fantastic, incredible, magnificent… Of course you have to accept, child. On condition that you send me tickets to attend the show, every time it will be in Washington".
"It's the least I can do! Thank you so much Cheryl. I'll stay another week, due to our contract, and then I'll fly to Stamford to sign the new one. I can't believe it!"
"I wish you to find all you have ever wanted, Fresia. You deserve it"
Cheryl Logan didn't know, at the time, how correct her forecast was.