Disclaimers- Same story as chapter 9
Author's note- Now I am going to skip the plane ride and go straight to the next day, just for the purpose of getting on with the story. Sorry if you all wanted to hear about them sleeping and playing card games. Please read and review my sucky story!
--- Chapter Eleven---
---Hotel---
The radio blared as Tasha rolled over.
"7:00am, ugh!'' she started to drift back to sleep when she heard a bright voice from the bathroom.
"Wake up Tasha! We have a meeting with the 'bosses' at nine" Stacy grabbed the outfit on the bed, a white sleeveless turtleneck, denim mini-skirt and black knee high boots. Tasha dragged herself out of bed, and disappeared into the bathroom.
After a quick shower, Tasha emerged to find Stacy on the phone. She waved to let Stacy know she as out of the shower, then wandered back into the bathroom to get changed.
"What are you WEARING!" Stacy was genuinely shocked at Tasha's outfit, baggy khaki cargo pants and a slashed tee shirt. Stacy opened her bag and began pulling clothes out frantically.
"What? All of my clothes are liked this," Tasha shrugged as she watched Stacy remove a blue 3/4 shirt and a black glitter mini skirt. She dug even further into her bag and pulled out a pair of diamante buckled kitten heels.
"Much better. One more thing though," Stacy pulled Tasha's messy ponytail and let her black hair flow around her face. She threw Tasha a bronze lip-gloss. "Apply that then we really have to get going,"
Stacy pulled Tasha towards the waiting limp. Tasha caught a glimpse of herself in the window. Wow, she whispered to herself, this isn't me at all.
"Now, when you meet the bosses smile, be polite and just be yourself," Stacy coached. Tasha scoffed silently, be myself? I don't feel at all like myself. Stacy continued talking, but Tasha was lost in her own thoughts. All of this began by punching some guy in the nose. She remembered seeing him again at the airport. What was his name again? Rick, no. Rob, that wasn't it. Ryan, what was it? Randy, that was it Randy. A guy had never stuck in her head as much as Randy. She wondered if she would ever see him again.
"We're here!" Tasha stepped out of the limo and stared up at the high rise in front of her.
"Welcome to Titan Towers," Stacy grinned, "and welcome to the WWE!"
---Vince's Office---
The meeting had been going for over an hour now. Many things had been discussed, and a contract had been sent for. It was decided that while Tasha was learning to wrestle properly, she would valet. Then Vince got a brilliant idea for a storyline.
"Roxanne, (A/N: I don't know if he has a secretary named Roxanne) can you get the members of Evolution up here please. I think they have a meeting in marketing at the moment, about their new tee shirt line."
Vince, Stacy and Tasha discussed the storyline until the faction known as Evolution joined the meeting.
"Ah, gentlemen. We have a new addition to the roster, and I would like to involve her in a storyline with you. Tasha, meet Evolution, Paul Levesque, Ric Flair, Dave Batista and Randy Orton," he paused, "but I believe you and Mr Orton have already been acquainted. Anyway, Evolution, meet Tasha."
Randy's jaw dropped as he again came face to face with the singer from the club. God she's gorgeous, he thought to himself.
"Onto the storyline. I have decided that Tasha, you will be the rebellious Diva of the roster, so you'll need to borrow some clothes from Amy Dumas or buy your own. Back on track though, Tasha you will be the centre of a bet between Evolution, so the four of them will chase you, but you will fall for Randy, Paul will fall for you and this will essentially lead to the break-up of Evolution. This will lead into a feud between Paul and Randy for the I.C title, which you will be involved with somehow. You will receive your scripts Monday night, so be at the arena by three for a quick rehearsal. That is all, you can go." The superstars and Diva's stood up and headed towards the door. Randy jogged to catch up with Tasha, as he swung an arm lazily around her shoulders.
"Looks like we're working together babe," he smiled.
"Looks like you have a death wish Orton, if you touch me again, outside this storyline I will do more than break your precious little nose." With those words she threw her leg up into a donkey kick, landing squarely on his groin. He sunk to the ground in pain.
"Oops!" she laughed, sauntering out the door.
"Twice in two days, just my luck!" He moaned
Author's note- Now I am going to skip the plane ride and go straight to the next day, just for the purpose of getting on with the story. Sorry if you all wanted to hear about them sleeping and playing card games. Please read and review my sucky story!
--- Chapter Eleven---
---Hotel---
The radio blared as Tasha rolled over.
"7:00am, ugh!'' she started to drift back to sleep when she heard a bright voice from the bathroom.
"Wake up Tasha! We have a meeting with the 'bosses' at nine" Stacy grabbed the outfit on the bed, a white sleeveless turtleneck, denim mini-skirt and black knee high boots. Tasha dragged herself out of bed, and disappeared into the bathroom.
After a quick shower, Tasha emerged to find Stacy on the phone. She waved to let Stacy know she as out of the shower, then wandered back into the bathroom to get changed.
"What are you WEARING!" Stacy was genuinely shocked at Tasha's outfit, baggy khaki cargo pants and a slashed tee shirt. Stacy opened her bag and began pulling clothes out frantically.
"What? All of my clothes are liked this," Tasha shrugged as she watched Stacy remove a blue 3/4 shirt and a black glitter mini skirt. She dug even further into her bag and pulled out a pair of diamante buckled kitten heels.
"Much better. One more thing though," Stacy pulled Tasha's messy ponytail and let her black hair flow around her face. She threw Tasha a bronze lip-gloss. "Apply that then we really have to get going,"
Stacy pulled Tasha towards the waiting limp. Tasha caught a glimpse of herself in the window. Wow, she whispered to herself, this isn't me at all.
"Now, when you meet the bosses smile, be polite and just be yourself," Stacy coached. Tasha scoffed silently, be myself? I don't feel at all like myself. Stacy continued talking, but Tasha was lost in her own thoughts. All of this began by punching some guy in the nose. She remembered seeing him again at the airport. What was his name again? Rick, no. Rob, that wasn't it. Ryan, what was it? Randy, that was it Randy. A guy had never stuck in her head as much as Randy. She wondered if she would ever see him again.
"We're here!" Tasha stepped out of the limo and stared up at the high rise in front of her.
"Welcome to Titan Towers," Stacy grinned, "and welcome to the WWE!"
---Vince's Office---
The meeting had been going for over an hour now. Many things had been discussed, and a contract had been sent for. It was decided that while Tasha was learning to wrestle properly, she would valet. Then Vince got a brilliant idea for a storyline.
"Roxanne, (A/N: I don't know if he has a secretary named Roxanne) can you get the members of Evolution up here please. I think they have a meeting in marketing at the moment, about their new tee shirt line."
Vince, Stacy and Tasha discussed the storyline until the faction known as Evolution joined the meeting.
"Ah, gentlemen. We have a new addition to the roster, and I would like to involve her in a storyline with you. Tasha, meet Evolution, Paul Levesque, Ric Flair, Dave Batista and Randy Orton," he paused, "but I believe you and Mr Orton have already been acquainted. Anyway, Evolution, meet Tasha."
Randy's jaw dropped as he again came face to face with the singer from the club. God she's gorgeous, he thought to himself.
"Onto the storyline. I have decided that Tasha, you will be the rebellious Diva of the roster, so you'll need to borrow some clothes from Amy Dumas or buy your own. Back on track though, Tasha you will be the centre of a bet between Evolution, so the four of them will chase you, but you will fall for Randy, Paul will fall for you and this will essentially lead to the break-up of Evolution. This will lead into a feud between Paul and Randy for the I.C title, which you will be involved with somehow. You will receive your scripts Monday night, so be at the arena by three for a quick rehearsal. That is all, you can go." The superstars and Diva's stood up and headed towards the door. Randy jogged to catch up with Tasha, as he swung an arm lazily around her shoulders.
"Looks like we're working together babe," he smiled.
"Looks like you have a death wish Orton, if you touch me again, outside this storyline I will do more than break your precious little nose." With those words she threw her leg up into a donkey kick, landing squarely on his groin. He sunk to the ground in pain.
"Oops!" she laughed, sauntering out the door.
"Twice in two days, just my luck!" He moaned