Truth Be Told

Chapter 2, Crossing the Line

"Well, that was about the most useless tour I think I have ever been on!" Rachael quipped, turning the handle to the dressing room which bared their names on the front.

Inside was a standard room except it looked like, compared to the other rooms, they had gotten a little more attention paid to their needs. There were two separate vanities with mirrors and two separate dressing tri-fold screens, two super comfy couches (as Rachael found out as soon as she jumped on one of them), and a huge big-screen, complete with a satellite. There were all kinds of healthier snacks placed all over the room.

"This is so sweeeet!" Jocelyn said spinning in her vanity chair as she imitated Kevin Nash. This two teens were still exploring their room when I knock came at the door. Rachael sauntered up to the door stopping just short of opening it.

"Who is it?" She asked, a little perplexed since no one had even seen them yet.

"WCW welcoming committee." Said a deep male voice from the other side.

"Well, Mr. Committee member, that doesn't narrow it down a whole lot." Rachael said smirking as she got a look from Jocelyn.

"We're tricking you into joining our crew tonight." Came another deep manly voice, this one a bit more gravely though.

"Rachael, just let them in, god!" Jocelyn said exasperated. She bumped Rachael out of the way and opened the door. "Well, hello there! Come on in!" She said stepping aside so that several large men could enter. One by one entered Kevin Nash, Scott Norton, Curt Hennig, Marcus Bagwell, Scott Hall, and Sean Waltman. It wasn't easy for the girls to hide the excitement, but the managed to keep themselves collected as each one introduced themselves to each of them.

"Damn!" said Marcus, "This is your first day and already you get the nicest dressing room." He continued, smiling at Jocelyn, who was smiling back like an idiot, obviously at loss for words. Rachael rolled her eyes, unable to hide her smile as she watched Jocelyn struggle for a response that wouldn't make her seem too much like a ditz. Most of the guys in the room noticed, but were cordial enough not to say anything.

"So today is your alls first day?" Kevin Nash asked, getting comfortable on one of the couches.

"Yeah," Rachael replied leaning against her vanity table, "got the useless grand tour. Like I need to know the history of every toilet in the place." She said eliciting laughter from around the room. She pulled several sodas from the mini fridge by her vanity and gestured toward each person and tossed them a soda. "We didn't get all the paperwork in time, so we couldn't come a meet y'all in Des Moines, I wish we could have it was a little closer."

"Where you from?" Sean piped in.

"Central Missouri, close to Jeff City." Jocelyn spoke for the first time since they had entered, her voice a little higher pitched than normal. Only Rachael seemed to notice.

"Yeah, we were the heads of a joke-federation, Ted thought it was real, but after we talked for a while, he thought we'd be, how'd he put it J, integral assets to the business. I don't know if he was expecting a BJ or a freak show, but he didn't get it and signed us anyway." She said, hoping everyone would find her remark humorous. She let her breath out a second later when everyone erupted in laughter, even Jocelyn.

"You know, so many of the gals here are uptight, but we were kinda hoping you all would be a little different, little more laid back. I try and make a good-humored joke and they threaten a sexual harassment suit." Curt said after taking a swig of soda. The men seemed to nod in agreement. Sean and Scott Norton made themselves comfortable on the couches and switched the TV on to the first NFL game they came across, Curt joining them when one team made a touchdown. Scott Hall, who was still standing, watched the game while still listening to conversation. Rachael stole a few glances out of the corner of her eye when he looked toward the screen. As much as she admired him from the small screen, it made him seem almost superhuman.

"So, do we go over anything now, or just sort of wing it?" Jocelyn asked sitting back down in her vanity chair.

"Well, some producers usually track us down not long before we go out and give us a small overview, but you all tonight probably just improvise." Kevin said again.

"Can we go see the actual arena?" Rachael asked, "All they would show us is the hallways, some dressing rooms and conference rooms and bathrooms."

"Yeah, sure, by the way just call me Nash," Kevin said getting up, "anyone else coming?"

"Yeah, I'll go," Scott Hall said moving away from the 60 inch football game that was on.

"Me too," Marcus said.

The rest of the crowd was too enthralled in the 3rd and 25 to really pay attention, so Rachael, Jocelyn, and the three guys left the room and walked down the wide hallway.

"By the way," Rachael said, "Most of the time, I go by Rae,"

"And I go by Jae." Jocelyn finished.

"Well that doesn't take as long to say so I'm good." Scott said. It was the first time he actually had talked aside from his introduction. It almost took Rae by surprise. Everyone shared a small laugh as they turned the corner and walked towards the black curtain that led to the wrestler entrance. Rae observed each man for small moment. Each was wearing blue jeans, all with some sort of dark t-shirt. Kevin a black short sleeve, Marcus, the same, and Scott, a long sleeve black shirt with a short sleeved 'Outsiders' shirt over it. She began to wonder if there was some sort of dress code that they had been left in the dark about.

"What's with the outfits? You all coordinate your clothes before you leave the hotel?" Rachael asked, playfully tugging at Nash's sleeve.

"Naw…huh… I never thought about it…that is just what I normally pack, looks okay so I don't have any decisions to make when I'm hung-over." Nash said once-overing his attire.

"Me too…I'm going to change to red shirts next week." Marcus said, "What do you think, is red my color?" He asked Jocelyn. She was a little taken aback, Rae could tell by the way here eyes widened and her checks flushed.

"Uh…sure!" Jae retorted nodding her head a little too vigorously, enough for Rae and Nash to exchange knowing looks, barely suppressing their smirks.

"Nice to see you've held back on the charm this time, Marc." Nash said.

"What, can't I be nice to the new girls?" Marcus asked incredulously

"He's not hurting anything, back off him." Jae said smiling coyly at Marcus.

Scott and Nash opened up the curtains letting the girls go through first. Rae caught Jae's eye and mouthed 'knocked up'. Jae trying not to laugh shoved Rae into the sound board.

"Hey, can they play the music?" Rae said looking over the control boards which were housed behind the curtain apparatus.

"Yeah, just push 696 and then that button." Scott said pointing out a big green button near the center. Rae pushed it eagerly and she and Jae waited for a moment, but nothing happened. At their questioning looks, Scott explained, "It's got a time delay, they hit that when the commercial breaks … there ya go!" He said as the nWo entrance music blared over the desolate arena.

Rae and Jae walked out of the curtain, mimicking their sexiest strut and then put their arms up in presentation as the guys walked out, laughing at the girls antics. Each played along, doing their signature poses.

They kept walking out towards the freshly constructed ring, the men leading slightly ahead; as the girls hung back surveying the massive complex.

"This place isn't sold out, is it?" Rae asked almost tripping at the end of the metal grate catwalk.

"Um…pretty close, you okay?" Marcus turned around as Rae tried to regain her poise.

"Yeah, I'm cool." Rae said trying to sound like she hadn't lost a step.

"Yeah, right!" Jae said laughing, "We didn't give you Grace for a nickname for nothing, now did we?"

"Grace?" asked Nash.

"Yeah, 'cause she's so 'graceful'," Jae said gliding down the walkway, "I swear, she will sprain her ankle walking in place or run into an open doorway." Jae said playfully pointing in Rae's direction, who was struggling between laughing and blushing; although it would appear on the outside she could handle criticism with ease, inside she became very aware of her uncertainty.

"So, I just have to ask, I know you all aren't anywhere near the ages of all these other chicks." Scott said pointing his thumb back behind his shoulder, toward the dressing rooms, "So fess up, what are you, 20?' He said pulling an answer from his head.

"Well, if we told you, that would ruin all the fun of wondering, wouldn't it?" Jae said with confidence that even shocked Rae.

"Aww, come on, we just want to make sure you all ain't jailbait!" Marcus said as the guys sniggered along with him. Rae and Jae exchanged fleetingly worried looks.

"Jailbait?' Rae said, "And what makes any of you would get that far, anyway?" She said her hands on her hips raising her eyebrows at them.

"Well, once we turn out charm on, you won't be able to resist." Scott said as Rae's eyes locked with his. She slightly smirked, and he returned it, making her stomach want to fly out of her throat.

"You gotta think though," said Scott, "Ted Turner is one of the straighter bosses I've ever had, hiring jailbait sounds more like a McMahon thing."

"I'll back you up on that." Nash said holding the ropes for the girls to climb through. "So out with it, how old are you?"

'Damn,' Rachael thought, she figured they would talk themselves off track, but no such luck. She leaned her back against the corner of the ring.

"Well," Rachael said weighing the possible believable answers, " I just turned 21, last week on the 20th was my birthday, and Jae here is exactly one month after me, September 20th, so don't worry," She said looking back at Scott, "you won't get arrested for walking to the ring with us."

"Hey, a man's gotta be careful now-a-days." Scott said pointing at the girls.

Rae smiled.

"Well you shouldn't have to worry anyway, don't you got a wife waiting at home?" Rae teased. Nash and Marcus laughed a little but Rae knew immediately she had hit a nerve. A dark shadow swept across his face, and his features were set in a scowl. He stood up from the rope he had been leaning against and walked up to her. Nash stood straight now, unsure of the intentions of his friend. Scott stopped just short of her, his face inches from hers.

"Don't talk about shit that you don't have a fuckin' clue about, got me?" Scott said, his eyes burning into hers. She was at a loss; she had not meant to offend anyone.

"Yeah," she barely squeaked out before Scott stormed past her, out of the ring, and toward the backstage area. The silence that now filled the arena was felt by all who were left in the ring. Jocelyn looked at Rae with tears in her eyes. She knew deep inside Rae was genuinely interested in Scott 100 times more that any other guy in the business.

"Guys, I didn't mean anything by that, I swear…" she finally said, barely masking the shaking hurt in her voice.

"Don't worry about it too much, I think there's a little trouble in paradise, he doesn't talk about it, but he sure has been touchy." Nash said watching Scott storm through the curtains. "I think that is all the sight-seeing I'm doing today; you all probably oughta take it easy, I don't know what all you'll be doing tonight, but I wouldn't doubt they'll involve you in interfering in the match. These lights will take a lot out of you." He continued gesturing toward the plethora of lights hanging around the ring.
"Sounds good," Rae said trying to sound genuine, but Scott's demeanor had shaken her a bit. Nash seemed to have noticed and mouthed "don't worry" to her. She nodded her head, but it didn't ease her conscience much. As they began the walk back up the ramp, Rae's mind was racing so fast, she gracefully fell off the side of the ramp.