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Trish waited near the room Dwayne was in. She spotted a mirror down the hall and adjusted her outfit, making sure she looked like a breath taking knock-out. She blew a kiss at her reflection, just as Dwayne stepped out. She straightened her posture, and headed towards him.
"Hey," she greeted, smiling brightly. Dwayne's eyes shifted, curiously, "Hi." He began to walk passed her, but she ran up in front of him, "You know, I was wondering. . . Do you want to go out sometime? Get to know each other a bit better?" She almost nodded for him, desperate to get him to accept.
"Umm. . . no thanks." Dwayne spotted Nora down the hall, and his lips formed a smile. Trish glared at the newest Diva, and didn't notice Dwayne walk away from her, until she turned back around.
"Hey, Nora, what's up?" He said, as he came up behind her. She smiled back at him, "Oh, I just got a tour from Amy and Lisa of the arena. Despite the fact that it's pretty pointless, since we're in a new arena every day, I wanted to meet the crew." Dwayne nodded and followed her into the room she was going in.
Trish left the halls in a huff, storming off to find someone else for her.
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Nora sat on the bench in the locker room, and Dwayne sat next to her, "I almost forgot what it was like to travel," she said, as she scanned the locker room, full of scattered bags. "Did you get here okay?" Dwayne asked.
Nora nodded, "I'm so excited, and I'm amazed that hardly anyone can tell! I've missed being on the road. The good outweighs the bad. I love traveling."
"I'm sure you'll love it more than ever. There are great people in this business." Dwayne placed his hand on hers. Nora's smile widened, but it faded as well, "I miss home already." She looked away from him with a frown. She found herself wanting to change the subject, since Dwayne and Trish were practically a couple, or so she thought.
Dwayne caressed her hand, "I know; everyone gets that. It's common, but it'll be okay. You get to go home in 2 days! That's not too long at all." He hoped he was cheering her up.
"Ever wonder what it'd be like to have another kind of profession? Like maybe a lawyer, or a doctor, or a vet?" Nora asked, standing, to get away from his touch. He looked up at her, "Well, lawyers are filthy rich, doctors have deaths under their belts, and vets aren't always able to save pets. Wrestler isn't so bad. We get to hit people!"
They shared a laugh and it died down, as they stared into each other's eyes. Nora couldn't believe Dwayne was actually good friends with Trish. First impressions weren't anything, but they seemed so different. Nora wished she could see the side of Dwayne that Trish could. If only she knew she already was seeing it. . .
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After the show, Trish entered a locker room, and dimmed the lights. She came up to sit on a couch, with someone next to her. They kissed.
"So, will you help me?" She asked, running her finger down his chest and on to his thigh. The figure grabbed her hand, stopping the erotic, yet delicious, touch of sexual torture.
"Of course I will! Anything for you. . . not to mention what you're paying me in."
Trish giggled, and wrapped her arms around her accomplice, "Nora will never know what hit her!"
The accomplice chuckled, "We'll have to let it fly gradually, though. I can't just show up. Dwayne will suspect something."
Trish cuffed her arm through his and rested her head on his built shoulder, "Oh, he won't suspect a thing."
"What makes you say that?"
"I have my ways," she said.
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Trish waited near the room Dwayne was in. She spotted a mirror down the hall and adjusted her outfit, making sure she looked like a breath taking knock-out. She blew a kiss at her reflection, just as Dwayne stepped out. She straightened her posture, and headed towards him.
"Hey," she greeted, smiling brightly. Dwayne's eyes shifted, curiously, "Hi." He began to walk passed her, but she ran up in front of him, "You know, I was wondering. . . Do you want to go out sometime? Get to know each other a bit better?" She almost nodded for him, desperate to get him to accept.
"Umm. . . no thanks." Dwayne spotted Nora down the hall, and his lips formed a smile. Trish glared at the newest Diva, and didn't notice Dwayne walk away from her, until she turned back around.
"Hey, Nora, what's up?" He said, as he came up behind her. She smiled back at him, "Oh, I just got a tour from Amy and Lisa of the arena. Despite the fact that it's pretty pointless, since we're in a new arena every day, I wanted to meet the crew." Dwayne nodded and followed her into the room she was going in.
Trish left the halls in a huff, storming off to find someone else for her.
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Nora sat on the bench in the locker room, and Dwayne sat next to her, "I almost forgot what it was like to travel," she said, as she scanned the locker room, full of scattered bags. "Did you get here okay?" Dwayne asked.
Nora nodded, "I'm so excited, and I'm amazed that hardly anyone can tell! I've missed being on the road. The good outweighs the bad. I love traveling."
"I'm sure you'll love it more than ever. There are great people in this business." Dwayne placed his hand on hers. Nora's smile widened, but it faded as well, "I miss home already." She looked away from him with a frown. She found herself wanting to change the subject, since Dwayne and Trish were practically a couple, or so she thought.
Dwayne caressed her hand, "I know; everyone gets that. It's common, but it'll be okay. You get to go home in 2 days! That's not too long at all." He hoped he was cheering her up.
"Ever wonder what it'd be like to have another kind of profession? Like maybe a lawyer, or a doctor, or a vet?" Nora asked, standing, to get away from his touch. He looked up at her, "Well, lawyers are filthy rich, doctors have deaths under their belts, and vets aren't always able to save pets. Wrestler isn't so bad. We get to hit people!"
They shared a laugh and it died down, as they stared into each other's eyes. Nora couldn't believe Dwayne was actually good friends with Trish. First impressions weren't anything, but they seemed so different. Nora wished she could see the side of Dwayne that Trish could. If only she knew she already was seeing it. . .
**
After the show, Trish entered a locker room, and dimmed the lights. She came up to sit on a couch, with someone next to her. They kissed.
"So, will you help me?" She asked, running her finger down his chest and on to his thigh. The figure grabbed her hand, stopping the erotic, yet delicious, touch of sexual torture.
"Of course I will! Anything for you. . . not to mention what you're paying me in."
Trish giggled, and wrapped her arms around her accomplice, "Nora will never know what hit her!"
The accomplice chuckled, "We'll have to let it fly gradually, though. I can't just show up. Dwayne will suspect something."
Trish cuffed her arm through his and rested her head on his built shoulder, "Oh, he won't suspect a thing."
"What makes you say that?"
"I have my ways," she said.
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