Rouge
Chapter 1
Rouge Bailey glanced at herself in the mirror of her apartment before she stepped out of the door for her meeting with Vince McMahon. Shrugging, she grabbed her bag. The outfit looked good enough to her—low riding black pants, brown heels, and a tied-sleeve blouse that was cut just low enough to see the beginning of her cleavage. Her hair was hanging loose down in its natural, loose curl, ending a few inches past her shoulders.
"Rouge Bailey, newest WWE Diva," Rouge said aloud, tasting the words on her lips. She grinned, shouldered her messenger bag, and left her apartment, letting out a long breath. Her pace was quick as she made her way to her car, a modest Grand Am GT. Frankly, she didn't see the point in spending all of her hard-earned money for a fancy car when the Grand Am did just fine. Plus, it wasn't like she was rich or anything. She still had to pay off college loans and the yearly rent.
'I don't think I'll have a problem with that anymore,' Rouge thought to herself and smiled. Truth to be told, she hadn't been that surprised when the Board of Directors had chosen her out of the finalists. She knew all of the other girls personally, and knew that she wrestled better than each one of them. Most people would find it weird that she hadn't been ecstatic about it, but she really didn't give a damn what anyone thought of her.
She tucked a handful of hair behind her ear, and smirked as she clambered into the car, tossing her bag into the backseat. 'I wonder how they're going to announce me onto the show,' she wondered to herself, but shrugged. Rouge would find out soon enough.
A romance angle.
A fucking romance angle.
Rouge gripped the manila envelope with force, gritting her teeth as she stared at Eric Bischoff. 'The hell!' she screamed in her mind. 'Take this angle back and shove it! I don't do romance angles!' Taking a calming breath, she rationalized. 'If I just prove to them that I'm professional enough to wrestle and be a good actor, then maybe I'll get promoted to something better.'
"Is there a problem, Miss Bailey?" Eric asked, a smirk lilting his lips.
"None at all," she replied, giving him a smirk of her own. "When do I start?"
"Tonight," he answered readily, then added, his voice smug, "Unless you're not properly prepared..." he trailed off.
"Eric, shut up," she snapped. "You and I both know I'm ready. When am I doing the promo?"
Eric was too stunned by her words to reply for a moment. "9:15 after the second commercial." He gave her a dark look, but it was too late: she turned her back to him and stalked out of the room.
As she traveled through the foreign hallways, Rouge flipped the envelope open, scanning the script, and sighing. 'Dreadful romance triangle... God damn it, I'm better than this!' she struggled to keep her anger in check. 'If the WWE thinks I'm good enough to wrestle, then why am I not wrestling?' she clenched her jaw, eyeing the names on the doors before stopping in front of one, raising her arm to knock.
Double-checking, she scanned the title of her script.
Rouge / Jericho / S. McMahon
Rouge v. Stephanie
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Romance Triangle
Author's Note: Eh, sorry it's so short and so long since an update! The muses have started up again! And, I warn you, assume nothing! I hope y'all liked it though... Please review! (I own Rouge and nothing else but the story!)