There's another Old School meets New School Raw on tonight. I've been invited back to have a match with Trish Stratus. This is gonna be EPIC! But first, the company's current 'guy', Roman Reigns, is coming this way.
I'm fangirling so fucking hard right now. I'm already in ring gear, which, as we know for the women's division, means I'm pretty scantily clad. And just like the old days what I do have on is skin tight in all the right ways. My hips, my supple ass, my cleavage spilling out the top, yeah I look like a fucking bombshell! He throw me his million dollar smile as he approaches me and stretches his hand out to shake mine.
"Hey I'm Joe. Eve Torres, right?" He not so secretly gives my body a once over.
"Yep. That's me. Nice to meet you finally. I've been keeping up with your progress within the company. Glad the WWE is finally getting their heads out of their asses and giving the right guys the big pushes."
As I spoke, we dropped hands and while his went to his pockets, I placed my hands on my hips; cocking the left one just enough to catch his attention when I flexed my thigh and calf muscles. I've got him wrapped around my pinky finger and we hardly even know each other! Yes!
He laughs at my 'giving the right guy a push' comment and crosses those thick, strong, tatted arms over his chest. My mind races with thoughts of what those arms could do in the midst of a night of raw, unbridled passion. Fuck, Eve! Focus!
"Good to hear that kinda compliment from a veteran. So, are you gonna be on tonight's special episode or are you dressed like that for some other reason?" I laugh nervously.
"I've got a match tonight. It's gonna be so awesome to get back in that ring! My adrenaline is already through the roof!"
Then, very slowly but confidently, he closes the gap between us; backing me against the nearest wall. Our bodies so close together, you couldn't even fit a piece of paper between us. I'm doing my best to keep my breathing steady so I don't give myself away. He places a stray strand of hair behind my ear and then speaks. His voice and soft as velvet and as rich as milk chocolate.
"Good luck, Eve. How about after our matches, you bring that sexy ass right back here and we'll get to know each other a little better?" As he spoke, he squeezed my hip when he told me good luck, and then rested his strong, manly hand on my ass through the rest of his little seductive speech. It takes everything in me to even just give him a nod of affirmation.
"Perfect! I'll see you soon!" As he walks away, I can breathe normal again, until he turns back toward me and winks at me. Fuck, Roman Reigns will be the death of me!