Chapter 8: Mystique?
Bradshaw wasn't in his locker room. I was wandering the hallways looking for him when Booker T stopped me.
"Hello there, gorgeous." Booker said, looking me up and down. "Looking for me?" A cocky smirk spread across his face.
I stepped closer to him, lightly tracing his abs with my fingertips. I slowly licked my lips, gently bit my bottom lip, and gave him my most seductive look. "Actually . . . " I continued to get closer to him until he had backed into the wall. "I'm looking for Bradshaw. Have you seen him?" I asked, stepping back from him, giggling to myself. I loved messing with him like that.
Booker T chuckled. "You must be the valet. Damn, he's lucky."
"Thanks, Booker. So, what do you say? Have you seen Bradshaw?" As much as I would've loved to stand there and socialize with the Booker man, I had to find Bradshaw. His match was coming up.
"Yeah, he was backstage by the Titon tron getting ready to shoot a promo."
"Thanks." I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek before continuing down the hallway. Nearing the Titon tron area, I could hear a bunch of men talking around the corner. I was relieved to hear Bradshaw's voice among them. I took a deep breath, smoothed my dress, got up my nerve, and started around the corner.
I went directly to the group including Bradshaw, Ref. Charles Robinson, Xpac, Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, and Coach. Charles was standing beside Bradshaw. He saw me coming and stepped aside to make room for me to join them. When I stepped in beside him, Bradshaw was still talking. Everyone else was staring at me. I poked Bradshaw's arm trying to get his attention.
"There you are. I thought you might have gotten stage . . ." Bradshaw started, stopping short when he finally noticed my make-over. He was dumbfounded and stood amidst the other men with his eyes wide and mouth open, sentence incomplete.
I didn't think it would be possible to be any more nervous than I already was, but I was wrong. Bradshaw wouldn't stop staring at me.
"Are we ready to fire things up?" Stone Cold asked as he and Debra joined us.
I was thankful for the break in the awkward silence. Before anyone had a chance to answer, the music hit.
A P.A. approached us. "Two minutes." He said, walking past.
Some of the men stepped aside to stretch. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach.
Debra approached me. "How ya holding up?" She asked.
"Well, considering I haven't passed out or lost my lunch yet, I'd say pretty good." I joked. "How did you get used to this?"
"You've got the right idea. You have to try and keep calm. It's all overwhelming at first. Just try not to focus on all the people or the cameramen. Think about the match. You be great." She responded, trying to reassure me.
"Thanks. I hope so."
"Hey, Deb." Bradshaw greeted her as he approached us. He lightly placed his hand on the small of my back. He leaned down closer to me. "Ready?"
I turned to look up at him. "No. I don't think I could ever be ready for this." I laughed. I almost jumped out of my skin when the NOW music hit.
"That's our cue." Bradshaw said.
Debra hugged me and wished me luck.
Bradshaw and I took our places behind the curtain. His APA music hit and Bradshaw took my arm and wrapped it around his. He then yelled over the music. "You look amazing. I just wanted to tell you." Before I could answer, we were walking through the curtain and onto the ramp.
"Their challenger, hailing from Sweetwater Texas, and being accompanied to the ring by Mystique, Bradshaw." The ring announcer pumped up the crowd.
I shot Bradshaw a look. "Mystique?"
"Flair's idea." He shrugged.
We made it to the ring with no problem. Once there, Bradshaw held the ropes and helped me into the ring. He went to the corners and posed, while I stood in the middle of the ring, clapping for him. Stone Cold's music hit and the crowd went wild. Bradshaw held the ropes and helped me out of the ring.
Xpac, Hall, and Nash got in as Stone Cold stormed the ring. Stone Cold rushed Nash and the match was on.
Bradshaw wasn't in his locker room. I was wandering the hallways looking for him when Booker T stopped me.
"Hello there, gorgeous." Booker said, looking me up and down. "Looking for me?" A cocky smirk spread across his face.
I stepped closer to him, lightly tracing his abs with my fingertips. I slowly licked my lips, gently bit my bottom lip, and gave him my most seductive look. "Actually . . . " I continued to get closer to him until he had backed into the wall. "I'm looking for Bradshaw. Have you seen him?" I asked, stepping back from him, giggling to myself. I loved messing with him like that.
Booker T chuckled. "You must be the valet. Damn, he's lucky."
"Thanks, Booker. So, what do you say? Have you seen Bradshaw?" As much as I would've loved to stand there and socialize with the Booker man, I had to find Bradshaw. His match was coming up.
"Yeah, he was backstage by the Titon tron getting ready to shoot a promo."
"Thanks." I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek before continuing down the hallway. Nearing the Titon tron area, I could hear a bunch of men talking around the corner. I was relieved to hear Bradshaw's voice among them. I took a deep breath, smoothed my dress, got up my nerve, and started around the corner.
I went directly to the group including Bradshaw, Ref. Charles Robinson, Xpac, Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, and Coach. Charles was standing beside Bradshaw. He saw me coming and stepped aside to make room for me to join them. When I stepped in beside him, Bradshaw was still talking. Everyone else was staring at me. I poked Bradshaw's arm trying to get his attention.
"There you are. I thought you might have gotten stage . . ." Bradshaw started, stopping short when he finally noticed my make-over. He was dumbfounded and stood amidst the other men with his eyes wide and mouth open, sentence incomplete.
I didn't think it would be possible to be any more nervous than I already was, but I was wrong. Bradshaw wouldn't stop staring at me.
"Are we ready to fire things up?" Stone Cold asked as he and Debra joined us.
I was thankful for the break in the awkward silence. Before anyone had a chance to answer, the music hit.
A P.A. approached us. "Two minutes." He said, walking past.
Some of the men stepped aside to stretch. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach.
Debra approached me. "How ya holding up?" She asked.
"Well, considering I haven't passed out or lost my lunch yet, I'd say pretty good." I joked. "How did you get used to this?"
"You've got the right idea. You have to try and keep calm. It's all overwhelming at first. Just try not to focus on all the people or the cameramen. Think about the match. You be great." She responded, trying to reassure me.
"Thanks. I hope so."
"Hey, Deb." Bradshaw greeted her as he approached us. He lightly placed his hand on the small of my back. He leaned down closer to me. "Ready?"
I turned to look up at him. "No. I don't think I could ever be ready for this." I laughed. I almost jumped out of my skin when the NOW music hit.
"That's our cue." Bradshaw said.
Debra hugged me and wished me luck.
Bradshaw and I took our places behind the curtain. His APA music hit and Bradshaw took my arm and wrapped it around his. He then yelled over the music. "You look amazing. I just wanted to tell you." Before I could answer, we were walking through the curtain and onto the ramp.
"Their challenger, hailing from Sweetwater Texas, and being accompanied to the ring by Mystique, Bradshaw." The ring announcer pumped up the crowd.
I shot Bradshaw a look. "Mystique?"
"Flair's idea." He shrugged.
We made it to the ring with no problem. Once there, Bradshaw held the ropes and helped me into the ring. He went to the corners and posed, while I stood in the middle of the ring, clapping for him. Stone Cold's music hit and the crowd went wild. Bradshaw held the ropes and helped me out of the ring.
Xpac, Hall, and Nash got in as Stone Cold stormed the ring. Stone Cold rushed Nash and the match was on.