AN – I know, I know. What business do I have starting another story when I have others needing attention. This will be slightly off what really happened so just go with it. Ideas are popping out everywhere and I may just have a bunch of one shots or 15 stories.

Chapter One – The Meeting

I disclaim

Vince and Stephanie McMahon walked into the conference room and greeted their guests. "Gentlemen, welcome to the show. In front of you are your story lines and if you agree to them your contracts will be adjusted accordingly." Vince began getting straight to the point as several others on the creative teams entered and sat at the remaining seats. This was the moment they'd all trained for, the chance to shine.

Stephanie took over, "Mr. Cena, your storyline will take you to championship titles. We've all agreed to let your natural personality come through. When you film promos, you'll say what you want, no more writers for you. If you mess it up, the writers will be back. If you agree and think you can handle the gig, we'll adjust your contract after 60 days of probation. If we don't like where it's going with the fans we're back to square one." Vince continued with their ideas for John's future and presented him with the opportunity to work with some of the greats in the business. John knew they were putting a lot of trust in him and agreed to the terms.

"Dave and Randy, we are placing you with Paul Levesque and Ric Flair. We will form a new super faction called Evolution. The four of you will be ladies men, playboys, heartbreakers. Dave, you'll be the muscle and your angle will be geared towards being an indestructible animal, no feelings, just a wrecking ball. We'll wait for your injury to heal and bring you in. Randy, being the young one, we'll see how the fans react to you in this setting before deciding further. You will be pushed for title shots at a few belts. Dave, Randy and John will get new entrance videos to play up your images."

John liked his plans but Dave and Randy were uncomfortable. Just because of his size he was always thought to be a big, dumb guy with no original thought. It also required Dave to remove his wedding band while in a WWE setting. Can we all say pissed off wife? How would he explain this to an already fragile relationship?

Randy was naturally cocky but wasn't a playboy. People assumed he went through women like underwear, but he didn't. Sure he had no trouble getting women, but he wasn't a one night stand kind of guy. It's the same as playing a role in a tv show or movie, the bad thing was wrestling fans tended to believe what was portrayed. Oh well, could be worse, he could be told he'd have to wear a mask, or some crazy costume.

Vince continued with the other wrestlers in the room and explained the roles he wanted them to pursue. He called in the legal team and marketing for the new contracts and products. While they waited, Vince answered questions and continued with explanations.

A few minutes later the doors flew open and in came the marketing team. Six assistants and the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen. She had the sexy classy librarian look going; glasses and her brunette hair pulled back in a bun. She wore a white sleeveless cashmere turtleneck, cream colored knee length skirt and Jimmy Choos at the end of her amazing legs. She had full, pillowy lips, large ice blue eyes and a soft, gentle tan – just enough to give her skin a nice glow. Her clothes fit her body enough to keep a little mystery and yet revealed a great figure. None of the men could take their eyes from her.

"Gentlemen meet Lacie." Vince introduced everyone, knowing they all wanted her name, and Steph just smiled and shook her head. She was used to this reaction from men and even women when it came to her childhood friend. Stephanie teased her incessantly about it. Lacie could be wearing sweats four sizes too big and she could still stop traffic, but she was indifferent to the stares and didn't think she was as attractive as she was constantly told. She knew she wasn't ugly, but stunning? Startlingly beautiful? Please. She'd heard it all and she turned a blind eye to everything now. It made her numb.

Dave whispered to Randy, "She's Greek."

"How do you know?" Randy wanted first dibs on this girl and would fight them all for her if he needed too. He had observed no wedding or engagement ring.

"She looks Greek. Ask her what her last name is." Dave smirked at his friend and could tell he was stewing.

The meeting concluded and everyone was excused except for Dave, John and Randy. Lacie had stepped out to take a phone call and was seen making a quick exit. The three newcomers sat at the conference table and discussed their new entrance videos and products to market. Dave and John agreed to theirs and liked the ideas. Randy said he'd agree to his with one condition. He asked if he could choose the girl in the video. Vince agreed but had the power to veto his choice.

"I want Lacie in my video." Randy said, dead serious. You could hear a pin drop as they all stared at him like he had asked for the Pope. A few seconds passed and Stephanie burst into fits of laughter soon followed by the rest of the group.

"Mr. Orton, you go right ahead and give that your best shot." Stephanie managed to say through her laughter. "Her office is on the top floor. Good luck!"

Randy was more determined now than he was five minutes ago. He stood and excused himself and set out for Lacie's office. When he arrived on the top floor he was immediately met by security. He asked for her and was told to wait. 10 minutes later her assistant came out and said Lacie had gone for the evening. Randy sweet talked the older lady and persuaded her to give him her cell phone number, he needed to talk to her about his video. All it took was a kiss to her hand and a wink and smile. He swiftly left the building and called her as soon as he was outside.

"Lacie, Randy Orton. I've got some ideas for my entrance video and I'd like to discuss them as soon as possible." He tried to sound confident yet not cocky.

"I've already left the office, Mr. Orton. You can come by tomorrow and tell my staff your ideas, I'm sure they'd be happy to help you. Goodnight." She tried to sound professional even though something about him stirred her very core, not in a good way. She shut her cell phone and apologized to her dinner companion. Her phone rang again and she rolled her eyes.

"I'd like to meet with you personally since it has to do with you." Randy began before she even said hello. "I'll be waiting at your office first thing in the morning to go over my ideas. Goodnight, Lacie." And he hung up without waiting for a response from her. Now she was intrigued. Ballsy mother fucker. Lacie chuckled and tossed her cell phone back into her purse.

"Again, I apologize. Now where were we?" She continued with the meeting she was conducting in a quiet corner of an upscale restaurant. A meeting with John Cena.

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