Truth Be Told,
Chapter 1, New Faces, New Places
"Its 1998, and the World Championship Wrestling, or WCW, as it was commonly known to most fans is thriving, like many of the brain child's of Ted Turner, but is the WWF changing direction luring fans away for the raunchier less g-rated entertainment?"
The meeting room sat silently, suited man and women shifting uncomfortably as the article was read out loud by Mr. Turners VP. He sat the magazine down as all eyes turned upon Ted Turner.
"Well as I am sure you all are quite perplexed as to why you are hearing the ramblings of a B-list reporter. I am not blind to the low blow Mr. McMahon is hurdling towards us at this very moment. As much as I like having the WCW as family friendly as I can, I know we need that something…something that I think I have found…if you would all please take a look at your files in front of you…" Ted paused as the rustling of papers filled the room and eyes darted across a crude newsletter.
"But sir," said a prudish dressed woman, "This is a bunch of high-schoolers…a made up organization…surely a greatly more mature aspect can be taken here."
"I don't want all of them," Ted said matter-of-factly, "There are two young ladies that run this group, no one really wrestles, I've spoken to them," He said noting the inquisitorial looks directed to him, "They are very intelligent and I think possess a will and work ethic than I think could only benefit us, especially the so called 'president', Rachael Conover. The other young lady is Jocelyn Vandiver. I invited them to speak with us about a business venture. They and their parents have agreed on an arrangement"
"But, sir, they are in High School, I hope they are of age." Said the same woman.
"No, they are right at this moment 16 and15 years old, but by the time they start working Rachael will have turned 16 and Jocelyn will be a week or so away."
There was an expected uproar of suits yelling objections, but Ted silenced them with one raised hand; they all sat down thoroughly ruffled.
"In the back of the file you will find an agreement of silence about their age and private information, if you choose not to sign, you can begin clearing out your desks."
"So you're not telling anyone they're underage, but that is the whole reason you are hiring them." Said a man, who waved the agreement in the air like it was useless.
"It is very important that there is mystery here, everyone will wonder, fantasize about them being underage, but in their own minds, they will have comfort knowing that these figures are legal." Ted said explaining it like he was speaking to toddlers.
"But they're not, what if other men, wrestlers take interest, do you plan on stringing them along too? And don't tell me the girls won't be interested, none of us are that naive." The woman added, pointing an accusing finger at Ted.
"There is nothing I can say or do to convince them that a romantic relationship is the most possible form of career suicide, however, since their contract grants me all the benefits and responsibilities of a legal guardian, I have considerable clout, ultimatums, if you will, which I will not be afraid to employ." Ted said holding up the guardianship papers.
Everyone in the room look extremely uneasy, casting unconvinced glances at each other.
Slowly, one by one, they began signing and initialing each page of the document, almost slamming their pens down in protest, muttering under their breath.
"Thank you everyone, for your cooperation, don't forget the deadline for scripts is today at 5, and marketing, tomorrow we have a meeting to finalize the new line of clothing."
Ted said as he stood up and walked out of the conference room followed by his VP, Rupert.
"Ted," Rupert said once they settled into Ted's office, "are you quite sure hiring to underage girls and dropping them right in the middle of a hundred horny, drunk middle aged-men is a great idea." Rupert asked accepting the high-ball Ted handed him.
"These girls are not prone to swooning men, they are incredibly strong willed. But I have also thought of that. Their age will not be released to the press, wrestlers, anyone, and their parents have singed over guardianship in exchange for a higher salary for the girls that will be split 50/50 with each respective set of parents. So I will have complete control and so will you, we might have to check on them periodically but with this hanging over their heads I think they will exercise a little bit more caution."
"We have legal guardianship…that makes me feel a little bit better." Rupert said downing the contents of his glass, "When do they get here?"
"Their here now," Ted said peering down out the glass wall to the parking lot below.
Rachael and Jocelyn exited the chaffered town car that had picked them up from the airport, tipping the driver and swung their backpacks over their shoulders.
"Your luggage ladies will be dropped at the hotel the rest of the wrestlers are staying here in Atlanta." The driver said slight bowing and turned on his heel, climbing back into the car and drove away.
"Stuck up 'round here aren't they?" Rachael said as the two walked into the doors. They checked in with security and headed to the top floor where Ted had instructed them to. As they passed a group of suits, Jocelyn coyly smiled at them younger males trailing behind the older ones, and they took notices as she purposefully swung her hips, toying with them.
"Men…" Jocelyn said, "One flick of my hips and they loose focus.
"You better put a leash on those hips," Rachael said falsely impersonating Ted Turner, "We have a job to do and we need to remain focused." The two teens erupted in laughter as they entered an empty elevator.
"You think this really something we ought to do?" Jocelyn said her demeanor turning serious. Rachael shrugged her shoulders, watching the floor numbers change.
"Part of me thinks not, but the money's good, our parents were good with it and I get to mingle with some guys I have huge crushes on." Rachael said.
"Well, most of 'em are good looking but, Marcus is on a different level." Jocelyn said dreamily sighing.
"You're gonna get knocked up in a month." Rachael said laughing.
"Shut up." Jocelyn shot back playfully pushing Rachael as they left the elevator.
They secretary seemed to know exactly who they were and didn't seem like she was happy they were there one little bit.
"Mr. Turner is waiting for you in his office." She snipped curtly at them.
"Ya know, "Rachael said leaning over on the counter in front of the lady, "I know I great place that specializes in enemas, it sounds like you need one." She quipped. The woman's face turned a deep purple and before she could utter a comeback, Jocelyn grabbed Rachael's arm and steered her down the hallway.
"I may get knocked up, but I'd rather be that then bitch-slapped." Jocelyn joked as they reached Ted's door. Rachael knocked and waited for a greeting before they entered.
"Ladies, nice to see you," Ted said, shaking their hands, "please, have a seat." They did as he said, Rachael tipping her sunglasses to the top of her head.
"Now, I have asked you here today before you get situated at the hotel to go over some rules, and impress upon you how important it is that you follow them, especially the part about not saying anything even to other wrestlers about your ages."
For the next hour Ted went into great detail on the rules and after ensuring they understood, he had the two sign the contracts.
"Now that that's out of the way..."Ted began.
"There's more?!?" Rachael exclaimed, throwing her head back, "Fuck!"
"Language please," Ted reminded as Jocelyn suppressed a giggle, "I have for you your weekly allowance, is $2000 a piece reasonable? I think so, considering this is in addition to your salary." He handed over the cash, $2000 respectively. The two girls exchanged a knowing smirk before depositing the money into their purses inside the backpacks.
"Now, your story lines," This subject the girls listening became very intent, "you will play best friends as you are, but members of the NWO, you will accompany another wrestler…it's…the Steiner Brothers, they are fighting, Buff (Jocelyn gave a sound of delight) and his partner… what's his name, Scott Norton, members of the NWO who will persuade you at the end of the match to leave with you all, then later you will reemerge with the whole clan when they come out for Hulk to challenge somebody. The rest is improvised, you'll be fine, and I've seen how you two operate." Jocelyn shifted; looking at Rachael, both knowing full well, Rachael carried them both on charisma.
"If any questions come up, I gave you my private number just call and I'll square it away." Ted said standing up; the girls followed suit following him to the door.
"Thanks Ted, we'll be fine, don't worry about us," Rachael said shaking the hands of Ted and of Rupert, the silent VP. Jocelyn following, they girls left the office and breezed past the secretary who now was ignoring them. As they boarded the elevator, Rachael hit the ground floor button. Even as mature for their age as they were, the girls couldn't help jumping up and down and screaming at the top of their lungs; this was actually happening to them AND they were going to the NWO which was exactly where they wanted to go, Jocelyn for Marcus 'Buff" Bagwell, obviously, but Rachael, who's tastes were a little more mature, was looking forward to meeting Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, Curt Hennig among others. They were still feeling elated as they entered the ground floor bathroom to change out of the boring clothes they had chosen for the meeting.
Messily stuffing them back into the bags, the girls, gossiping about their future meetings, did a once over in the mirror.
Jocelyn was definitely thinner, being a size four, and visibly toned more. She wore a thin-strapped tank with a v-neck cut in a light yellow, which complemented her olivey skin, and a pair of low-cut khaki short shorts.
Rachael most of the time envied Jocelyn's smaller frame, she was a full 4 inches taller than Jocelyn's petite 5'4", and a size8/10, but still toned, but not too much muscle definition, still very feminine. She chose a black thin-strapped tank cut strait across her chest making her chest pop out. She also wore dark denim low-cut short shorts that helped accentuate the longness of her legs. Both girls went with their comfortable worn-in flip flops, knowing the shoes at the show were very likely not to be comfortable. They weren't dressed to be sexy, but there certainly wasn't any doubt guys would disapprove.
"Okay, Rach, I get it, your boobs are bigger than mine," Jocelyn mockingly huffed, "no need to show them off."
"Well I'm not trying to!" She came back, however as she looked in the mirror, she did have to agree that the shirt did seem to accentuate them, a little. She reached in her bag once more, and pulled out a dark green baby doll tee. Once she switched shirts, she felt a little better; this one would make a better first impression. Not one that would suggest, "Hey I'm a slut," but still not "Hey, I'm a prude".
"I didn't mean you had to change." Jocelyn said, her face expressing her guilt.
"I know, but I think this one actually compliments my tan a bit more."
They left the bathroom, once again with a few young and older men looking back over their shoulder at them. Rachael and Jocelyn smirked as Rachael lowered her shades back down, and walked out the front doors to a waiting limo. As they road to the arena to get a quick tour, Rachael put up her long brunette hair, actually almost black, but just not quite, and even though she pulled it up, it still hung almost half-way down her back. Jocelyn pulled the front strands of her hair into a smaller pony tail that cascaded down the rest of her loose hanging hair, which was more of a chocolate brown.
About 30 minutes later, the girls stepped out of the limo, once again tipped the driver, and looked up in awe at the huge arena, amazed that in a few hours time they would be part of the attraction that already had die-hard fans lining up.
"You ready for this?" Rachael said grabbing for Jocelyn's hand.
"Ready as I'll ever be…" she said trailing off. They took a deep breath and entered the backstage entrance.