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The response was absolutely breathtaking. At only the beginning of the song, the pounding of drums, the crowd went nuts. The sweet sound had evoked a major response, exactly what Vince McMahon had expected.
" I just need a little space to call my own. Just a corner of the world where I can be alone, with you.
Mr. McMahon beamed. "Please welcome the new General Manager of RAW, Torrie Wilson!"
And right out she came. She was clad in a navy blue skirt-suit and black high heels, the perfect attire for a professional and successful, yet beautiful woman. Her curly, strawberry blond hair cascaded past her shoulders and down her back. Her bright smile was enough to light up the entire arena. Damn right, she was back!
As the crowd kept cheering, CM Punk and Paul Heyman stared in disbelief, jaws almost to the floor with shock. This was not happening.
With the smile still glued to her face, Torrie walked down the ramp, smiling and waving to the fans. This was her show now. Hers.
And then, the wonderful moment was interrupted
"Wait a minute, here!" Paul Heyman announced, "Just wait a second!"
Ignoring him, Torrie stepped between the second rope and entered the ring. She hadn't done this since a few years back at Wrestlemania, and it felt a little strange, but at the same time, it felt right. She felt like she belonged and she felt right at home.
"Mr. McMahon-" Paul tried to announce, but it was cut off.
Vince began to speak. "Sorry, Heyman. This is Torrie's show, I've got to go now. And Torrie, good luck!" he shook the New Gm's hand, Punk & Heyman just stood in disbelief.
"Hey, Vinnie-Mac!" Punk yelled. But he was too late, Vince was already heading backstage.
The Boise Belle smiled and waved goodbye to her boss.
Heyman and Punk both glared at Torrie. However, the blond was not intimidated by them at all. Her level of confidence at the moment had skyrocketed, thanks to the level of approval the WWE fans had given her.
While the golden blonde stood, she couldn't help but wonder if John was watching. She could just imagine, the smile on his face.
The voice of the voice of the voiceless spoke first. "Being that I, Paul Heyman, am the voice of CM Punk, I'm going to have to ask you to exit the arena, Miss Wilson. You see, Mr. McMahon has something very important about myself to tell the WWE Universe and-"
Swiftly, Torrie reached over and took the microphone from the balding man's grasp. She smiled sweetly at him. "Sorry, about that Paul, but I've got a few announcements." Torrie turned away from the two men standing in the ring with her and took a deep breath.
"Well, WWE Universe, how are we feeling?!" she asked confidently.
In return, Torrie was greeted with loud, positive cheers from the thousands of WWE fans in attendance.
"I've just got one thing to say and that's-"
"Torrie, please shut up," CM Punk very rudely interrupted. He reverted his eyes back to the crowd of people. "There are important people trying to talk here, and I'm sure that they don't want to listen to A-Rod's playboy spread ex-girlfriend."
Punk's words stung, that was for sure. But Torrie wasn't going to let him get her down on her very first night as the general manager of RAW.
Torrie heard the remark, she flickered her eyes down drawing her lips apart.
"Excuse me, Punk," she said, "I thought that the important person was talking. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that I'm Torrie Wilson. I'm the general manager of RAW!" She set in stone.
The audience cheered, as Punk and Heyman just glared at the blond general manager.
Punk took a deep breath. "This is just another example of the disrespect that's been running rampant around here. I mean-"
"Punk, please be quiet!" Torrie announced, smiling at him, "I don't have time for this."
Punk glared at Torrie once more.
Heyman asked Punk for his microphone and Punk handed it over to him. "I won't stand here and allow my client, who is the best in the world stand here and be disrespected by a no-good diva. Torrie, why are you here? What did you do for the WWE?"
Punk smirked. "You know, he's right, Torrie. You never held a title, did you? And what about your friends? Stacy, Lita, Trish, Candice, they're all gone. Because they know when to quit. No disrespect," Punk put emphasis on the word, "Torrie, but you're not as young and hot as you used to be."
At Punk's pause, Torrie remained silent. She was waiting for the perfect moment. In fact, it lasted for quite a while. The silence remained for at least twenty, if not thirty seconds.
"Well?" Heyman asked.
Torrie's apathetic look changed as the ends of her mouth curved into a chuckling smile. "Well...are you done?"
Punk shot Torrie a puzzled glance. "Am I done?"
Torrie nodded. "Done speaking? Done talking trash to me on my show? Done with this respect crap?"
Punk's jaw dropped, as did Heyman's, as the crowd cheered in approval. Heyman opened his mouth, but Torrie beat him to it.
"Regardless of what you two thought you were doing when you got AJ, who's totally innocent, I might add, I'm in charge. Me. Not you two. And regardless of what you two think about what's going to happen, the fact is, you work for me now. And what I say goes. Because I am the general manager of RAW!"
The response on that was fantastic. The WWE fans loved the fact that Torrie was putting Punk and Heyman in their place.
Punk's glare grew deeper and deeper, almost as if he was going to form ridges all in his face from the frown. He and Heyman started to whisper to each other, mostly with Punk talking and Heyman nodding. Torrie just shook her head, waiting for one of them to speak.
CM Punk cleared his throat. "My advocate and I have come to a conclusion.
Torrie nodded, curving her mouth down. "Let's hear it."
He glowered daggers at the new blond general manager. He then uttered two words. "I. Quit."
He threw down his microphone and followed by Heyman, walked under the ropes out to the stage. As Heyman and Punk made their way down the ramp, the audience's boos rang out.
Torrie stood in the centre of the ring, her eyes glanced at the stage.
Torrie shrugged, smiling a bit. "Fine. Hey Heyman, your clients have a tendency to quit, don't they?" She chuckled a bit. "Go ahead Punk, leave," Torrie paused, "I'll just sue you for breach of contract. Make sure to get a good lawyer, because-"
"What?!" Punk's screamed question came out of his throat right at Torrie.
Torrie beamed, nodding her head yes "That's right, Punk. I've done my research, I wouldn't be a good GM if I didn't. But anyway, your contract is good until next year. And since the WWE board of directors has no plans of lifting it and releasing you of it, you're breaching the contract...which is illegal!"
Torrie's wits sure were proving helpful.
Punk glowered at her and dropped to his knees, slapping the ramp. Heyman knelt down beside him as his client yelled, "No respect, no respect" - over and over and over and over.
A bright smile escaped from Torrie's lips as "Need a Little Time" hit once more and the fans cheered for their new GM. Certainly, there was no one better suited for the job. Torrie's heels stepped close to the ring ropes, looking at furious Cm Punk being calmed down by Heyman.
Her white shine shone, just for Punk and Heyman. turning her head, Torrie's emerald eyes gleamed towards the audience, she felt this was the most special night ever.
Blowing a peace kiss sign silently, everyone knew
The Blonde Bombshell Torrie Wilson had returned.
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The fallen superstar, John Cena sat in his Tampa home on his couch, nursing a beer, eating shrimp fried rice, and watching Monday Night RAW. Cena wasn't a very good cook and takeout - especially Chinese - had been his best friend for the past week. His golden retriever, Lucky, sat dosing on the sofa.
"Damn chopsticks," he muttered.
Whoever's idea it was to eat rice with chopsticks was one dumb person, John thought to himself.
John watched his old friend, Torrie Wilson on his television. Vince had just announced that the new GM was coming, but surely...it couldn't be Torrie. Not Torrie, he knew for many years. Not his first friend in WWE smack down.
On the television, Vince lifted his hand toward the blond and announced, "Please welcome the new General Manager of RAW, Torrie Wilson!"
As John was trying to swallow a piece of shrimp, it lodged itself in his throat, out of pure shock to Vince's words. John began to cough uncontrollably and his body yanked forward, banging against the table.
The commotion awakened Lucky, who began to bark and howl.
John backed up against the wall and jammed his thumb into his stomach, performing the Heimlich Maneuver on himself, as his dog just kept barking. To his relief, the shrimp shot out of his throat, across the room.
He took a deep breath, watching Lucky run to see what had happened, knocking over a vase in the process.
John sighed and closed his eyes letting the sense of reality sink in.
Torrie Wilson sure served an impact on him.
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End of Chapter 2.
Well, that was so much fun! I love this story so much and already my favorite character is John, lol. I'm so glad that my awesome Jorrie sissy and I decided to start this. I'm sure it's going to be amazing and I'm happy that we get to share the ride. We certainly hope you enjoy this. Kelly will be writing chapter 3, but I'll be back for chapter 4. In the meantime, I'll still be writing my stories, including WWE High! Make sure to check that out, as well.
Until next time!
Peace, love, and Jorrie. :)
-Kalina & KellyMarie