The interrogation went by standard protocols, Stephenie Mcmahon was ushered to a room with a glass screen that divided it. The CDC did not think it could be transmitted by air, but the CDC director wore a surgical mask anyway.
"Huh. You didn't do the full hazmat suit treatment." Stephenie said.
"No. We know how this virus generally spreads. Skin to skin and close proximity." The CDC Director said.
"Mm. Sounds hot." Stephenie said with a lewd grin. The CDC director sighed.
"I understand you're symptoms but could you please try and focus, and stop such sexual language." The CDC Director said.
"Aw, but you've got a rocking body underneath that business casual. I'd love to see a bit more of it." Stephenie said, tilting her head and straight-up checking her out.
"You never will. Now please, focus. Were the people you listed all the people you know to be infected. Even people you suspect could have been affected shouldn't be left off. It's better to be safe than sorry." The CDC Director said.
"I don't know. Who did I list again?" She said, putting a finger to her chin in mock thoughtfulness.
"Quit fucking around. We could end up with a deluge of sex-obsessed lesbians on our hands." The director said.
"Oh, that would just be awful. We'd just have to let them in and tend to them with some gentle loving care. We might all end up quite sore." Stephenie said, voice full of sarcasm.
"People could die from this. Your body tempertures rising and we can't keep it cool forever. It's only a matter of time before it fries your organs." The Director said. Stephenie finally seemed to look startled.
"Is that true?" Stephenie asked.
"Of course it is. Don't you feel it?" The Director said.
"I...I do feel warm." Stephenie said.
"Then please, talk to me. Do everything you can to get us closer to a cure." The Director said.
"Fine. But you can't blame me if I undress you with my eyes as I do so." Stephenie said.
"Fair trade." The Director said.
"Really...I suppose any of the women in the locker room that night could have been infected, which is most of my locker room. And...Becky and Naomi, in particular, could have been affected." Stephenie said.
"Becky and Naomi?" The Director asked.
"Yeah. Becky was really checking out Naomi's ass. But who could blame her?" Stephenie said.
"This is Becky Lynch and Naomi Knight, correct?" The CDC director said, pulling up the notes she had of Stephenie's roster on her phone.
"Yes." Stephenie said.
"We'll send someone to pick them up." The Director said.
"Have you picked up Mickie yet? And the others who had been infected prior to this year?" Stephenie said.
"No. They are low priority. Their condition is stable." The Director said.
"What if they are the ones causing this?" Stephenie said.
"Why would that be the case?" The Director said.
"Why would a handful of lesbians, a bisexual in Mickie's case, want more lesbians to exist? Gee, I don't know." Stephenie said.
"I get your point. We will prioritize them." The Director said.
"Thank you. I have a question." Stephenie said.
"Go ahead." The Director said.
"When we cure this...will I be straight again?" Stephenie asked.
"I'm not sure. Possibly. More likely you will be like the others. With treatment, you could gain more heterosexual interest. But the lesbian attraction will stick around." The Director said.
"Good. I don't want to be straight ever again." Stephenie said.
"Could I ask why that is?" The director asked.
"If I was straight I would be horrified and ashamed of my behavior most likely. I might fire Charlotte just because I fucked her. I'd do things that I would never want to do if I kept my same-sex attraction. I'm a bad person Doc. It's hard for me to care about or relate to others. Even empathizing with my past self would be hard for me. I'd screw up a lot just because of my pettiness." Stephenie said.
"I understand." The Director said. She shouldn't try to relate to a sociopath like Stephenie. Likely it would only get her hurt or infected. However, she couldn't help but pity her. Stephenie saw nothing but grey in a world of color, and learned how to speak of emotions second hand. She could never really relate to most people, because most people cared.
She'd done a lot of bad because of her lack of empathy, but it wasn't her fault she was born that way. So in spite of everything, the Director had a bit of sympathy.
"So...a bunch of women have becoming lesbians because of some pollen?" Lana asked.
"Sounds hot." Maria said.
"Hey, this is serious!" Lana said.
"Yeah, but am I wrong?" Maria said. Lana couldn't really argue. The more lesbians the better really.
"No, but if things keep going the way they're going...people are going to die." Trish said.
"Huh? Why?" Maria asked.
"The pollen has gone wrong and people's body temperatures continue to rise. Unless I correct them with my psychic powers, everyone infected with this strain will die." Trish said.
"Why has this pollen gone wrong?" Lana asked.
"I'm not sure, maybe someone meddled with it, or it was unleashed before it's appointed time. Regardless, people are going to die unless you two help me. But it will require you helping me to break into a CDC facility." Trish said.
"Sure." Lana said.
"No problem." Maria said.
"I'm glad I can count on you two...also...I'm going to have to touch you, to cure your condition. This won't take away your homosexual desires, you'll just become stabilized and you won't have to worry about your brains cooking." Trish said.
The two, shockingly, had no issue with the gorgeous blonde wrestler touching them.
Paige, AJ and Natalya had driven themselves into the containment zone that had become Mickie's house. The CDC had essentially set up a checkpoint so that anybody driving into the area would be immediately detained by CDC officers. If they were male, they were sent along their way. If they were female they were sent to a containment center. Mickie's residential area wasn't heavily trafficked, particularly with everyone else living there either already contained or not at home.
Paige, AJ and Natalya had walked right into an ambush. Their tires were immediately taken out by sniper fire. The three were hardly helpless, of course. They tried to flee and were able to fight off CDC agents and officers sent to contain them. Noses were broken, bones were snaped and faces were bloodied. They were even able to puncture some of the hazmat suits and infect some female CDC agents. However the CDC had the numbers advantage, and a well thought out containment plan, and the three were captured and detained.
It was the semi-main event for the NWA. Ronda Rousey vs Jordaynne Grace. The two started with a traditional test of strength. The two of them proving to be very evenly matched when it came to strength. Ronda kicked her opponent's leg and hit Jordaynne with an uppercut. Jordynne didn't back down. Immedietly getting back in Ronda's face.
"Baddest woman on the planet huh? Seems to me like your a little bitch." Jordynne said. Her forehead nearly touching Ronda's.
"Talk all you want honey, but at the end of the night you'll either be eating your teeth or me." Ronda said. Jordynne hit her with a powerful forearm. Ronda responded with another uppercut then a right hook. Jordynne roared back with another forearm. Ronda chopped Grace right across the chest, then hit her with repeated onslaught of strikes to the face and abdomen, pushing Grace back. Grace hit the ropes then came charging back with a clothesline that knocked Rousey on her ass. Giving Grace some time to recover.
Jordynne grabbed Ronda and put her in a face lock. Ronda was able to struggle out of it fairly quickly, however, Jordynne was still able to hit several elbow strikes. Ronda got back to her feet and the two had a standoff. Ronda was torn. She had killer battle instincts that were refined thru training and competition in both MMA and Pro wrestling, and a natural blood lust. She also couldn't help but admire the voluptuous curves of thick mama pump. She didn't know whether to break her arm or grope her. Whether to kiss her or knock her out.
When she was torn between two strategies, whether that be in combat or in love, Ronda preferred to let her instincts decide. They usually did not steer her wrong.
Jordynne was impressed. It was her first time-fighting Rousey. She wasn't stupid enough to think it would be easy, but she was still impressed by how hard and fast her offense was. Ronda was the real deal. But Jordynne was confident she would beat her if she played things right. What was concerning though is how she felt a little warm. She hoped she wasn't catching something. That would make the match even harder, and even if she did win it might put her out of commission, which would be unfortunate if she had just earned the accolade of beating Rousey.
The two of them continued their striking contest. Trading mostly forearms in the middle of the ring. Jordynne buckled first this time and lifted Ronda and hit her with a bodyslam. Jordynne made the cover and Ronda kicked out at 1. Jordynne waited for a beat, got up, and put Ronda in the torture rack. After a few moments, Jordynne hit her with a powerbomb before Ronda could struggle out. Jordynne went for the cover. Ronda kicked out at 1 again.
"Nice try babe. But it'll take more than that." Ronda muttered to Jordynne on the mat. Jordynne got up and hit Ronda with a running hip attack. Jordynne went for the cover but Ronda managed to reverse and get her into an Armbar. Jordynne managed to get her feet to the ropes.
"Babe, if you wanted me to eat your ass, all you had to do was ask." Ronda said. It was a mocking tone but it also dripped with sexuality. It was creepy, but Jordynne couldn't help but think it sounded kinda sexy too.
Jordynne was pretty sure she was fighting a monster.