"Wow...so this is the big times. The WWE." whispered Darelle Hafsteen to
herself. She took a deep breath and put down her large, black duffel bag.
She straightened out the small wrinkle in her beige spaghetti strapped tank
top and pulled up her black lowriders. Darelle grabbed her bag again and
entered the large building. After passing through the two security guards,
she was led to Vince McMahon's office by a man named Earl. Darelle knocked
on the door and was told to come in. She took a deep breath and grabbed a
hold of the silver door handle. She twisted it and walked into the office
of Vince McMahon. There Vince sat, in a classy business suit at his big,
black desk. In front of him was a contract. Just to be exact, Darelle's
contract. Darelle and Mr. McMahon greeted eachother and she made her way
over to the chair in front of his desk. Vince looked at her and began to
speak.
"Darelle Hafsteen...welcome. I have here your contract."
Darelle looked at him and replied, "Thank you, sir."
Vince picked up the contract and handed her a pen. "Now, we've already discussed this over the phone. After you sign, we will send you over to the writers and try to fit you into an angle." Darelle took the pen and contract. She went over to the last page and signed her signature on the dotted line. After finishing up, her and Mr. McMahon shook hands and he led her over to the writer's room. Vince stood infront of a writer named Aaron and introduced them.
"Aaron, this is Darelle Hafsteen. WWE's newest wrestler. I want you to work her into an angle. Preferably, a love intrest angle."
Darelle's eyes widened and shot Vince McMahon a look. She choked and then squeaked out, "A love intrest angle?" Vince nodded and set Aaron to work. Darelle answered a few questions and sat quietly by herself, watching Aaron try to put something together.
Suddenly, the door flung open and standing there was a young man, with blonde hair and brown eyes. He was gasping for air, and little beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead. The young man was dressed in a sleeveless basketball jersey and a pair of black track pants. He then spoke, "Aaron! My dad told me to come to you. He says I need an angle."
Aaron looked up from his work and his eyes lit up. "I got it!"
"Wow, that was quick." The guy said.
Aaron jumped from his chair and grabbed Darelle by the arm. She bounded up, surprised as he pulled her over to the guy. Aaron then explained his idea. "Ok, David...I've got it. You're going to get involved with Darelle."
David was a bit dumbfounded. "Who's Darelle?" He questioned.
She could feel her cheeks get pink a bit as she spoke up. "I am." David looked down at the short brunette looking up at him. He felt a bit stupid at the moment.
"Oh, I'm very sorry. Hi, my name is David Flair." He extended his hand and she took it. Aaron interrupted them, explaining the concept.
"Alright...here goes. David, tonight you will attempt to help your father in his match tonight. Then, out walks Darelle, distracting you. That way, your father is in the middle of the ring, in Benoit's Crippler Crossface. You can't help so, he taps out. Ric starts raging and blames Darelle. This will continue for a few weeks. Then, it will progress." said Aaron.
David and Darelle both nodded and looked at eachother. Aaron then added, "I suggest you two go for coffee to discuss it more."
"Ok then." answered David as he opened the door and motioned for Darelle to follow him. She went back to the chair she was sitting in earlier and picked up her large black duffel bag.
"Do you mind if we drop this off first?" She asked, sheepishly. He laughed and nodded at her. She smiled and the two walked out of the writer's office. Aaron smirked and watched them walk down the hallway together. He then said to himself,
"I think we've got a love match."
After dropping off Darelle's bag at her locker room, the two walked down the hallway over to the coffee, talking.
"So, where are you from, Darelle?" asked David, in search of conversation.
"Detroit, Michigian. How about you?" replied Darelle.
David answered, "Charlotte, North Carolina." The two were silent for a few moments, while getting coffee. David handed Darelle hers and she smiled a tiny bit. David looked around and saw his father walking over. Darelle was amazed, that she was working with the son of Ric Flair. Not only that, Ric Flair, the legend himself was walking towards her.
"David! Please tell me you got an angle!" pleaded Ric. His son nodded and replied,
"Yeah, I'm going out to the ring with you tonight. But, Darelle here, will come out, distracting me so I can't help you. You lose to Benoit and get all mad at me."
Ric rolled his eyes at his son. "That sounds like what you do at home!" joked the Nature Boy. Darelle couldn't help but, giggle. Ric looked over at her and added, "This is Darelle?"
Darelle nodded and greeted him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Flair."
"The pleasure is all mine, dear. I hope you have fun working with my goofball of a son. And if he turns on the charm...he learned it all from me!" Ric said, laughing. Darelle laughed along, as David stood there, a bit embarassed. Ric mentioned that he had other business to attend to and walked off, leaving the two alone.
***Later that night, Ric Flair vs. Chris Benoit on RAW***
The Crippler and the Nature Boy were going at it for a good ten minutes. The men were exchanging blows and Benoit had just hit a german suplex on Flair. David was outside the ring, pacing around. Chris Benoit then took Ric Flair and placed him into the painful submission hold, the Crippler Crossface. Ric screamed and that was David's cue to get ready. He was about to jump on the canvas until the cameras went over to the silver rampway and there stood Darelle, dressed in a white top that showed off her midriff and white miniskirt. Her brown hair was in waves and she was wearing a pair of white heeled sandles. The crowd began to whistle at her as she began to strut down the rampway. David gazed at her, while the ref was distracted by Benoit and Ric. He let go of the rope he was holding and began to walk over to Darelle. When they reached eachother, she placed a finger on his chest and winked at him. He smiled and just then, the bell sounded and Chris Benoit has won the match. She then backs up and blows him a kiss, making her way up the rampway. Ric Flair gets up and begins shouting at David. Benoit has made his way to the back, through the audience. Then RAW went off....with everybody wondering who the mystery woman was.
"Darelle Hafsteen...welcome. I have here your contract."
Darelle looked at him and replied, "Thank you, sir."
Vince picked up the contract and handed her a pen. "Now, we've already discussed this over the phone. After you sign, we will send you over to the writers and try to fit you into an angle." Darelle took the pen and contract. She went over to the last page and signed her signature on the dotted line. After finishing up, her and Mr. McMahon shook hands and he led her over to the writer's room. Vince stood infront of a writer named Aaron and introduced them.
"Aaron, this is Darelle Hafsteen. WWE's newest wrestler. I want you to work her into an angle. Preferably, a love intrest angle."
Darelle's eyes widened and shot Vince McMahon a look. She choked and then squeaked out, "A love intrest angle?" Vince nodded and set Aaron to work. Darelle answered a few questions and sat quietly by herself, watching Aaron try to put something together.
Suddenly, the door flung open and standing there was a young man, with blonde hair and brown eyes. He was gasping for air, and little beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead. The young man was dressed in a sleeveless basketball jersey and a pair of black track pants. He then spoke, "Aaron! My dad told me to come to you. He says I need an angle."
Aaron looked up from his work and his eyes lit up. "I got it!"
"Wow, that was quick." The guy said.
Aaron jumped from his chair and grabbed Darelle by the arm. She bounded up, surprised as he pulled her over to the guy. Aaron then explained his idea. "Ok, David...I've got it. You're going to get involved with Darelle."
David was a bit dumbfounded. "Who's Darelle?" He questioned.
She could feel her cheeks get pink a bit as she spoke up. "I am." David looked down at the short brunette looking up at him. He felt a bit stupid at the moment.
"Oh, I'm very sorry. Hi, my name is David Flair." He extended his hand and she took it. Aaron interrupted them, explaining the concept.
"Alright...here goes. David, tonight you will attempt to help your father in his match tonight. Then, out walks Darelle, distracting you. That way, your father is in the middle of the ring, in Benoit's Crippler Crossface. You can't help so, he taps out. Ric starts raging and blames Darelle. This will continue for a few weeks. Then, it will progress." said Aaron.
David and Darelle both nodded and looked at eachother. Aaron then added, "I suggest you two go for coffee to discuss it more."
"Ok then." answered David as he opened the door and motioned for Darelle to follow him. She went back to the chair she was sitting in earlier and picked up her large black duffel bag.
"Do you mind if we drop this off first?" She asked, sheepishly. He laughed and nodded at her. She smiled and the two walked out of the writer's office. Aaron smirked and watched them walk down the hallway together. He then said to himself,
"I think we've got a love match."
After dropping off Darelle's bag at her locker room, the two walked down the hallway over to the coffee, talking.
"So, where are you from, Darelle?" asked David, in search of conversation.
"Detroit, Michigian. How about you?" replied Darelle.
David answered, "Charlotte, North Carolina." The two were silent for a few moments, while getting coffee. David handed Darelle hers and she smiled a tiny bit. David looked around and saw his father walking over. Darelle was amazed, that she was working with the son of Ric Flair. Not only that, Ric Flair, the legend himself was walking towards her.
"David! Please tell me you got an angle!" pleaded Ric. His son nodded and replied,
"Yeah, I'm going out to the ring with you tonight. But, Darelle here, will come out, distracting me so I can't help you. You lose to Benoit and get all mad at me."
Ric rolled his eyes at his son. "That sounds like what you do at home!" joked the Nature Boy. Darelle couldn't help but, giggle. Ric looked over at her and added, "This is Darelle?"
Darelle nodded and greeted him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Flair."
"The pleasure is all mine, dear. I hope you have fun working with my goofball of a son. And if he turns on the charm...he learned it all from me!" Ric said, laughing. Darelle laughed along, as David stood there, a bit embarassed. Ric mentioned that he had other business to attend to and walked off, leaving the two alone.
***Later that night, Ric Flair vs. Chris Benoit on RAW***
The Crippler and the Nature Boy were going at it for a good ten minutes. The men were exchanging blows and Benoit had just hit a german suplex on Flair. David was outside the ring, pacing around. Chris Benoit then took Ric Flair and placed him into the painful submission hold, the Crippler Crossface. Ric screamed and that was David's cue to get ready. He was about to jump on the canvas until the cameras went over to the silver rampway and there stood Darelle, dressed in a white top that showed off her midriff and white miniskirt. Her brown hair was in waves and she was wearing a pair of white heeled sandles. The crowd began to whistle at her as she began to strut down the rampway. David gazed at her, while the ref was distracted by Benoit and Ric. He let go of the rope he was holding and began to walk over to Darelle. When they reached eachother, she placed a finger on his chest and winked at him. He smiled and just then, the bell sounded and Chris Benoit has won the match. She then backs up and blows him a kiss, making her way up the rampway. Ric Flair gets up and begins shouting at David. Benoit has made his way to the back, through the audience. Then RAW went off....with everybody wondering who the mystery woman was.