Disclaimers: own nothing - I'm a poor student
A blur of gold chains and blue and white hockey jersey lands on me, crushing me into a hug. It takes me by surprise; I am after all standing in the hallway and not expecting to get attacked in such a way. The person's saying something to me but I can't hear it since he's mumbling it into my back. I recognise the voice though and grinning, I prise the arms off me so I can look at him properly
"John, you have got to give me warning before you leap onto me like that" I laugh
"No apologies from this cat Dawn" he replies with a mile-wide grin "I'm just happy to see a homie ya know what I'm saying?"
"Sure" I grin "you're happy to be back and to see me as well"
"Damn straight, I was back last week but got too involved in beating on Lesnar to come find you"
"You would have been toast if Kurt hadn't smashed a 2x4 over Brock's head" I point out
"You playin me? I had everything under control, Kurt just wanted to get his shots in"
"Whatever John, you see Mania?"
"Who didn't? It was rockin', I just wish I'd been able to be part of it"
"Me too"
I don't add how disgusted I was to see Stacy and Torrie get air-time for their pathetic little cat fight for all the little adolescent males out there who were spraying their pants at the sight of two dumb blondes rolling around on the floor together. I should have been there; at least to console Jazz since she didn't win the Women's title. Bitch Stratus did with that nasty Chick Kick of her's. But no, Stephanie told me with a hideous sneer that my ban covered PPVs as well. Like I care what she thinks.
I did meet the Miller Lite Catfight Girls backstage before they went and cozied up to the plastic pairing of Stacy and Torrie. They were very sweet and excited about being featured on such a huge show (who wouldn't be?) and complimented me on my work. I was very flattered. I pointed them in the right direction for the women's locker room. What did I do the rest of the night? Hung out with Jamie and Dia of course who also weren't at Mania; Steph didn't have a match for them. We hit some bars and clubs before they headed back for some sex and I phoned Lance. He has a way of understanding me like no one else and we talked for hours. It was very therapeutic.
We're already a good way through Smackdown and I'm fuming mad. Lots of decorations have been walked past me for Torrie's Playboy edition coming out party. Wonder why I wasn't invited. I've seen the girl herself; all decked out in a green leather bikini top and little shorts. She looks like she's playing dress-up as Chyna or Sable, her other Playmates she has to live up to. She has no chance. It doesn't suit her at all.
John's disappeared now, hollering over his shoulder that he'll see me soon. I love that guy; I so want to manage him. It would be a blast and a half. He needs a boost and I can provide it. He's taking on Rikishi tonight; he's also nuts. He thinks he can beat the Samoan monster? I hope they've got EMTs standing by.
I turn a corner, picking up a glass of champagne as I do (they sure are going all out for Torrie huh?) and see Torrie, stood next to Billy who's talking to her with an absolute look of love on his face. It almost makes me smile. If it were anyone else but Torrie I'd be happy for him. He has crummy taste in women. He hands her a little glass of champagne and she gives him a dimpled smile of thanks. I can't tell if she's flirting or not since flirting pretty much makes up most of her conversation skills. That and bitching. Billy says something else and Torrie bursts into pretty little giggles, her face lighting up immediately and Billy is left speechless. It can't be by her beauty, she's a boring blonde with a nothing- special body. I guess it takes all sorts.
"What are you planning?" a snide voice sounds behind me
I start slightly and find myself face to face with Miss Slut, Stephanie Mcmahon. Geez that's an ugly snarl on her face. No wonder Hunter left her. He's a real go-getter, monster heel of a wrestler who's got the legendary Ric Flair as his manager and she's a wimpy selfish pathetic can't-work writer. Hmmm they're so well matched. I don't think. I smiled breezily and actually manage to look pleased to see her. That's a miracle in itself.
"Stephanie, enjoying the little backstage party?" I say as though it's my party and gesture to the scene behind me
"I was until you turned up" she replies "why the hell are you here and what are you planning?"
"Well I am part of the Smackdown roster so I thought I'm come down, enjoy the festivities" I say, holding up my champagne glass
"You're banned right now Dawn and I could fire you right now!"
"Well are you?"
We stare at each other for a short while, I can feel her trying to will me to wither and die on the spot. Sorry, not going to comply with that one. I smile slightly, raising one of my eyebrows.
"No I'm not going to fire you because it wouldn't be good business" Steph spits "but know this, you are on very thin ice with me and if you even think of trying to destroy Torrie's night for her then I will have no hesitation in firing you immediately"
Torrie's night? What is she? Princess of Smackdown? I smile and nod
"I'll consider myself warned Stephanie"
"That's Miss Mcmahon to you"
"Oh really? See you soon Steph"
I walk away, my head high and screaming inside. I played that so ice cool, I didn't crack once and slap that over made-up face, no matter how many times I was tempted. I drink deeply from the glass and then set it down on a nearby table. That was fun. Now what can I do to get Torrie tonight? I know she was so upset when Dia and I destroyed her blow-up picture of her Playboy cover, I heard she was crying about it. Score one for Dawn
A figure in tight black and long styled blonde hair sweeps past me. That's weird, I thought Torrie just went out to the ring? I saw her walk past me, completely ignoring me of course, while I spoke to Stephanie. Confused, I look at the nearest monitor and sure enough, there she is, in all her trying-to-be-Chyna glory. I look back to where the other blonde had been but she's disappeared. Ok, that's weird. Torrie's the only blonde on Smackdown; maybe Trish, Terri or Stacy got transferred here? But somehow I don't think so. It's all too weird to try and work out now anyway
I lean against a wall to watch on a monitor when a hand settles on my shoulder. Shivers course through me and I close my eyes for just a second so that I can memorise his presence before turning around to find myself looking at Sean O'Haire. I smile; it is good to see him
"Sean, what a surprise" I purr
"Not at all, you didn't think you wouldn't see me did you?"
"Well you're not TV currently"
"Neither Dawn are you"
Stalemate. I smile at him sexily. He sure is gorgeous, just the thing to take my mind off Lance. I haven't fallen out with him or anything, it's just that I miss him so much that well, I need something to release my tension ya know. And this guy fits the bill. Sean looks me up and down
"Still wearing too many clothes Dawn and they're not even in your ruby red," he says softly, his hand brushing my shoulder
Its true, I'm wearing a fitted black suit jacket which is buttoned down enough to reveal an inch or two of creamy lace bra and a matching black skirt with high heels finishing it off. No red in sight except painted on my finger and toenails.
"Well a girl's gotta change sometimes Sean" I reply softly
Before he can reply, an entrance music blares out of the monitor that shocks me out of my flirtation with Sean. I turn around to see the blonde I saw earlier stroll down the ramp. Although its been a few years since she was in the WWE, those years have been kind to her since she still looks stunning kitted out in skin-tight black. The entrance theme is 'Wild cat' and the blonde is Sable.
I can feel the light pressure of Sean's hand on my shoulder as he watches the monitor as well from behind me. It's kinda comforting and sexy at the same time; like he owns part of me. Anyway this thought is pushed from my mind as Sable makes her way into the ring to talk to the stunned Torrie. I listen intently as Sable tells Torrie that her Playboy won't sell out like her's did and that maybe they can be friends anyway before pressing a kiss to Torrie's lips. Then she leaves the ring, leaving Miss Wilson unsure of what just happened.
Oh that was too perfect. A real psyching out if ever there was one. Torrie is left unsure of whether she's made a friend or foe while Sable leaves her mark as a still sexy diva. Hey she was the original bitch, misunderstood backstage with a hot husband of a wrestler in Marc Mero. I admire her a lot for what she's done for women's wrestling and for being herself.
When I turn around, Sean's gone. That's funny, I didn't even feel his hand leave my shoulder. I look about, a confused smile on my face. He's damn good at what he does. He warrants a lot of further investigation.
Before I can further plan this, Sable walks past me, a pleased proud smile on her face. I quickly hurry behind her to talk to her; this is too good an opportunity to pass up.
"Ms Mero?" I say hesitantly
She stops and turns with a smile
"That's Sable to you Dawn Marie, how can I help you?" she drawls
I don't know why but I get the distinct impression that she's mocking me. Unfazed, I continue
"Great work out there, you've really got that bimbo wondering"
"Oh? You two not friends"
"I married her father, I think its safe to say that she hates my guts"
"A pity, the two of you are an attractive coupling" she looks me up and down "beautiful outfit Dawn"
"Thanks I like yours too, you look good"
"Why thank you, I try my hardest"
"Dawn Marie"
A hard voice sounds behind me. I turn to find Stephanie stood there with her hands on her hips and a distinct unimpressed look on her face. I greet it with an intrigued smile
"Steph? Can I help you?"
"Its Miss Mcmahon to you and stay away from my newest talent, I wouldn't want you to spoil the goods"
"Why Stephanie, Dawn and I were just getting acquainted," Sable said demurely, taking my hand in her's and holding it by her side like we're pre- schooler friends
"You want to stay away from her Sable, she's nothing but trouble" Stephanie says with a nasty look at me
"I seem to remember people saying the same thing about me" When Sable speaks, there's a thread of steel running through her voice.
I try hard not to smirk. I like her, she's very cool and obviously loves fooling people into thinking she's a dumb blonde when its obvious to me that she is far from it
Stephanie glares for a few minutes before stalking off in a huff. Sable laughs
"That was fun, she's so easily rattled" she turns to me with a smile "I think we're going to get along fine, do you want to meet up in the middle of the week to shop? I think it could be fun"
"Sure, umm I guess we can arrange it later"
"That's settled then" she drops my hand with a coy smile "I'd better go call Marc to tell him how it went, see you soon Dawn"
She saunters away, that beautiful body earning looks from all passers by. I shake my head, now she's all I wanna be. But I guess it'll be a while before that happens. With a smile, I head back to the locker room. I need to plan how to snare Sean. At least for one night otherwise I'd have no fun while I'm off TV and we couldn't have that could we?
A blur of gold chains and blue and white hockey jersey lands on me, crushing me into a hug. It takes me by surprise; I am after all standing in the hallway and not expecting to get attacked in such a way. The person's saying something to me but I can't hear it since he's mumbling it into my back. I recognise the voice though and grinning, I prise the arms off me so I can look at him properly
"John, you have got to give me warning before you leap onto me like that" I laugh
"No apologies from this cat Dawn" he replies with a mile-wide grin "I'm just happy to see a homie ya know what I'm saying?"
"Sure" I grin "you're happy to be back and to see me as well"
"Damn straight, I was back last week but got too involved in beating on Lesnar to come find you"
"You would have been toast if Kurt hadn't smashed a 2x4 over Brock's head" I point out
"You playin me? I had everything under control, Kurt just wanted to get his shots in"
"Whatever John, you see Mania?"
"Who didn't? It was rockin', I just wish I'd been able to be part of it"
"Me too"
I don't add how disgusted I was to see Stacy and Torrie get air-time for their pathetic little cat fight for all the little adolescent males out there who were spraying their pants at the sight of two dumb blondes rolling around on the floor together. I should have been there; at least to console Jazz since she didn't win the Women's title. Bitch Stratus did with that nasty Chick Kick of her's. But no, Stephanie told me with a hideous sneer that my ban covered PPVs as well. Like I care what she thinks.
I did meet the Miller Lite Catfight Girls backstage before they went and cozied up to the plastic pairing of Stacy and Torrie. They were very sweet and excited about being featured on such a huge show (who wouldn't be?) and complimented me on my work. I was very flattered. I pointed them in the right direction for the women's locker room. What did I do the rest of the night? Hung out with Jamie and Dia of course who also weren't at Mania; Steph didn't have a match for them. We hit some bars and clubs before they headed back for some sex and I phoned Lance. He has a way of understanding me like no one else and we talked for hours. It was very therapeutic.
We're already a good way through Smackdown and I'm fuming mad. Lots of decorations have been walked past me for Torrie's Playboy edition coming out party. Wonder why I wasn't invited. I've seen the girl herself; all decked out in a green leather bikini top and little shorts. She looks like she's playing dress-up as Chyna or Sable, her other Playmates she has to live up to. She has no chance. It doesn't suit her at all.
John's disappeared now, hollering over his shoulder that he'll see me soon. I love that guy; I so want to manage him. It would be a blast and a half. He needs a boost and I can provide it. He's taking on Rikishi tonight; he's also nuts. He thinks he can beat the Samoan monster? I hope they've got EMTs standing by.
I turn a corner, picking up a glass of champagne as I do (they sure are going all out for Torrie huh?) and see Torrie, stood next to Billy who's talking to her with an absolute look of love on his face. It almost makes me smile. If it were anyone else but Torrie I'd be happy for him. He has crummy taste in women. He hands her a little glass of champagne and she gives him a dimpled smile of thanks. I can't tell if she's flirting or not since flirting pretty much makes up most of her conversation skills. That and bitching. Billy says something else and Torrie bursts into pretty little giggles, her face lighting up immediately and Billy is left speechless. It can't be by her beauty, she's a boring blonde with a nothing- special body. I guess it takes all sorts.
"What are you planning?" a snide voice sounds behind me
I start slightly and find myself face to face with Miss Slut, Stephanie Mcmahon. Geez that's an ugly snarl on her face. No wonder Hunter left her. He's a real go-getter, monster heel of a wrestler who's got the legendary Ric Flair as his manager and she's a wimpy selfish pathetic can't-work writer. Hmmm they're so well matched. I don't think. I smiled breezily and actually manage to look pleased to see her. That's a miracle in itself.
"Stephanie, enjoying the little backstage party?" I say as though it's my party and gesture to the scene behind me
"I was until you turned up" she replies "why the hell are you here and what are you planning?"
"Well I am part of the Smackdown roster so I thought I'm come down, enjoy the festivities" I say, holding up my champagne glass
"You're banned right now Dawn and I could fire you right now!"
"Well are you?"
We stare at each other for a short while, I can feel her trying to will me to wither and die on the spot. Sorry, not going to comply with that one. I smile slightly, raising one of my eyebrows.
"No I'm not going to fire you because it wouldn't be good business" Steph spits "but know this, you are on very thin ice with me and if you even think of trying to destroy Torrie's night for her then I will have no hesitation in firing you immediately"
Torrie's night? What is she? Princess of Smackdown? I smile and nod
"I'll consider myself warned Stephanie"
"That's Miss Mcmahon to you"
"Oh really? See you soon Steph"
I walk away, my head high and screaming inside. I played that so ice cool, I didn't crack once and slap that over made-up face, no matter how many times I was tempted. I drink deeply from the glass and then set it down on a nearby table. That was fun. Now what can I do to get Torrie tonight? I know she was so upset when Dia and I destroyed her blow-up picture of her Playboy cover, I heard she was crying about it. Score one for Dawn
A figure in tight black and long styled blonde hair sweeps past me. That's weird, I thought Torrie just went out to the ring? I saw her walk past me, completely ignoring me of course, while I spoke to Stephanie. Confused, I look at the nearest monitor and sure enough, there she is, in all her trying-to-be-Chyna glory. I look back to where the other blonde had been but she's disappeared. Ok, that's weird. Torrie's the only blonde on Smackdown; maybe Trish, Terri or Stacy got transferred here? But somehow I don't think so. It's all too weird to try and work out now anyway
I lean against a wall to watch on a monitor when a hand settles on my shoulder. Shivers course through me and I close my eyes for just a second so that I can memorise his presence before turning around to find myself looking at Sean O'Haire. I smile; it is good to see him
"Sean, what a surprise" I purr
"Not at all, you didn't think you wouldn't see me did you?"
"Well you're not TV currently"
"Neither Dawn are you"
Stalemate. I smile at him sexily. He sure is gorgeous, just the thing to take my mind off Lance. I haven't fallen out with him or anything, it's just that I miss him so much that well, I need something to release my tension ya know. And this guy fits the bill. Sean looks me up and down
"Still wearing too many clothes Dawn and they're not even in your ruby red," he says softly, his hand brushing my shoulder
Its true, I'm wearing a fitted black suit jacket which is buttoned down enough to reveal an inch or two of creamy lace bra and a matching black skirt with high heels finishing it off. No red in sight except painted on my finger and toenails.
"Well a girl's gotta change sometimes Sean" I reply softly
Before he can reply, an entrance music blares out of the monitor that shocks me out of my flirtation with Sean. I turn around to see the blonde I saw earlier stroll down the ramp. Although its been a few years since she was in the WWE, those years have been kind to her since she still looks stunning kitted out in skin-tight black. The entrance theme is 'Wild cat' and the blonde is Sable.
I can feel the light pressure of Sean's hand on my shoulder as he watches the monitor as well from behind me. It's kinda comforting and sexy at the same time; like he owns part of me. Anyway this thought is pushed from my mind as Sable makes her way into the ring to talk to the stunned Torrie. I listen intently as Sable tells Torrie that her Playboy won't sell out like her's did and that maybe they can be friends anyway before pressing a kiss to Torrie's lips. Then she leaves the ring, leaving Miss Wilson unsure of what just happened.
Oh that was too perfect. A real psyching out if ever there was one. Torrie is left unsure of whether she's made a friend or foe while Sable leaves her mark as a still sexy diva. Hey she was the original bitch, misunderstood backstage with a hot husband of a wrestler in Marc Mero. I admire her a lot for what she's done for women's wrestling and for being herself.
When I turn around, Sean's gone. That's funny, I didn't even feel his hand leave my shoulder. I look about, a confused smile on my face. He's damn good at what he does. He warrants a lot of further investigation.
Before I can further plan this, Sable walks past me, a pleased proud smile on her face. I quickly hurry behind her to talk to her; this is too good an opportunity to pass up.
"Ms Mero?" I say hesitantly
She stops and turns with a smile
"That's Sable to you Dawn Marie, how can I help you?" she drawls
I don't know why but I get the distinct impression that she's mocking me. Unfazed, I continue
"Great work out there, you've really got that bimbo wondering"
"Oh? You two not friends"
"I married her father, I think its safe to say that she hates my guts"
"A pity, the two of you are an attractive coupling" she looks me up and down "beautiful outfit Dawn"
"Thanks I like yours too, you look good"
"Why thank you, I try my hardest"
"Dawn Marie"
A hard voice sounds behind me. I turn to find Stephanie stood there with her hands on her hips and a distinct unimpressed look on her face. I greet it with an intrigued smile
"Steph? Can I help you?"
"Its Miss Mcmahon to you and stay away from my newest talent, I wouldn't want you to spoil the goods"
"Why Stephanie, Dawn and I were just getting acquainted," Sable said demurely, taking my hand in her's and holding it by her side like we're pre- schooler friends
"You want to stay away from her Sable, she's nothing but trouble" Stephanie says with a nasty look at me
"I seem to remember people saying the same thing about me" When Sable speaks, there's a thread of steel running through her voice.
I try hard not to smirk. I like her, she's very cool and obviously loves fooling people into thinking she's a dumb blonde when its obvious to me that she is far from it
Stephanie glares for a few minutes before stalking off in a huff. Sable laughs
"That was fun, she's so easily rattled" she turns to me with a smile "I think we're going to get along fine, do you want to meet up in the middle of the week to shop? I think it could be fun"
"Sure, umm I guess we can arrange it later"
"That's settled then" she drops my hand with a coy smile "I'd better go call Marc to tell him how it went, see you soon Dawn"
She saunters away, that beautiful body earning looks from all passers by. I shake my head, now she's all I wanna be. But I guess it'll be a while before that happens. With a smile, I head back to the locker room. I need to plan how to snare Sean. At least for one night otherwise I'd have no fun while I'm off TV and we couldn't have that could we?
