Rouge
Prologue
Vince McMahon sighed as he stood up, looking at the familiar faces of the Board of Directors as he walked to the head of the table, holding on to the folders in his hands calmly. Once he reached his desired spot, he handed a stack of the folders, one to each of the members sitting closest to him. They slid the folders down their row, opening the folders and glancing inside while Vince studied the members here today. There were fifteen in total, not including him, of course, and he needed more than seven to be behind him on this case to make the decision final. Not that he was nervous, of course. The members were usually swayed by his own opinion easily.
Sighing, he opened his own folder. A glossy five by ten photo was paper clipped to the folder. The photo was of a young brunette, her dark brown hair curled and done up in a ponytail, wearing silver hoop earrings, and staring at the camera with stunning blue eyes seemingly made larger by the almost perfect make-up. Her left arm was folded over her head, her hand gripping her right arm, which was straight up, by the elbow. She was wearing a tube top and low rider flared pants, the tips of her thong showing. Vince thought-no, knew-that she was quality Diva material, even if only in the looks department.
"We've been looking to start to expand our Diva competition since we extended the show into three hours," Vince reminded them, "I've been up day and night looking through the applicants. Most of them were from Louisville, Kentucky," the board members stole another look down at the pictures behind the large one at the mention of the only official school for WWE training. "I checked with the people who run the school, Danny Davis, Rip Rogers, and Jim Cornette. A few of the picks were just like Jackie Gayda, no offense meant to her or the Tough Enough programming, but she needs a little more training. But this girl," he tapped the photo, "Rouge Bailey. The teachers were really impressed with her, which hardly occurs. She can take better bumps than the male wrestlers there, and has beaten a few in matches. Jim says that she's past the point where some of the Divas are in wrestling training, and you can see for yourself that she stands beside the rest of the Divas in beauty."
The board members paused, thinking it over, until Linda McMahon stood up. "I am going to back Vince on this one," she announced. "The quotes from the teachers," she pointed to a page of typed comments, "Are better than we've seen from a lot of wrestlers we've gotten. The girl-Miss Bailey-has all of the essential requirements and looks as if she would fit in easily along with the other wrestlers."
The members chatted amongst themselves for a second, and then an elder, burly man stood up and said in a gruff voice, "I'll second him." This statement was quickly followed by quick statements-Nine others cast their vote in favor of a talent contract with the attractive woman. Smiling at his success, Vince gathered his things and left.
'Maybe it was a good thing they didn't talk to the teachers in person...' he thought, and then chuckled.
If they were accurate, RAW was in for one hell of a change.
Shane McMahon yawned as he looked down the list of things his mother wanted him to do before he went to bed. 'How sad is this?' he wondered, 'I'm an adult and my mom is still telling me what to do... I guess that's what comes with working in a family business...' With a sigh, he picked up the phone, punching in the number written on a post-it note, taking a longing glance at his bed.
After a second dial, the phone picked up, "Hello?"
"Hi, is this Rouge Bailey?"
"Yes, who is this?" her tone was cool and curious.
"This is Shane McMahon from World Wrestling Entertainment," he paused, but she didn't say anything. "As you know, Vince McMahon brought up contract possibilities for you in the board meeting yesterday. most of the board members agreed with him about your potential in the WWE, giving him the go-ahead to give you a contract." He waited for a pitch of giggles, but they never came.
"What's my schedule?" Rouge asked in a calm voice, as if she expected this to happen.
Shane felt the corners of his mouth lower at the tone of her voice. Why had Vince chosen her? Jeez, like they needed another stuck up snob in the back. "You should get an employment card and a special credit card that charges your flights to the WWE by mail tomorrow morning. Be in Houston, Texas by Friday. You'll make your first appearance on RAW whenever it is deemed so by your boss. You have a meeting with Vince at 6:00 A.M on Sunday," he proceeded to rattle off directions to the office, and the hotel she would be staying at.
"Thanks," she said, and hung up. Shane stared at the phone for a second before pushing it back onto its cradle. He shook his head, pushing his chair back from the desk and heading to his bed.
Shane sat down on the bed, rubbing at his eyes. Even based on his brief conversation with Rouge...he wouldn't wish her on anybody.
Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago, so the writing really sucks, but oh well. I edited some typos, and hopefully it's a little better, but I've decided not to rewrite the chapter. At least, not as of now. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and please review!
Disclaimer: I own Rouge Bailey, the story, but nothing else. Most of the rest is owned by the WWE, obviously.
Distribution: No where, as of yet. Want it? Go ahead, it's here for you to take, but the only things I request are a link and credit for writing this story. Puppygrl0728 is my e-mail address (I put the space before and after the so it would appear, so its not really there). Write 'rouge' or something in the subject line if you wish to contact me about distribution, or anything else for that matter.