Umm, I don't think I'm entirely sure where this story came from. I guess
it's b'cuz I was watching wrestling and.. ya know what? I don't know.
Well I think because there are absolutely no stories about John Cena out
there and I just love him to pieces, I think he's the cutest thing in the
world, even if he doesn't know whether he's black or white! BTW, I own
Kiara and that's about it.
*FallenAngel*
"He doesn't get it, does he?"
"Nah, I don't think so. Let him live in his own disillusioned world though. At least he won't bother us that way."
"And things will stay quiet."
"Tell me about it. All he does is go around and act like a complete jackass. It kinda pisses me off, but Stephanie won't let me badmouth him; something about him being a key player on Smackdown. I asked her if we were talking about the same person and she just gave me this look."
"You talking about Benoit?"
"No we're not talking about Benoit. And where the hell did you come from, I thought you were out on a medical leave?"
"They let me out early. I'm thinking it's because the nurses sweated me. So who are you guys talking about then if not Benoit?"
"I've heard my name three times in the past minute. You had better not be talking bad about me or I'll kick your asses."
"He will too, I've seen it happen."
"You're all morons. We're talking about that loser. We think he has some sort of personality defect."
"Is that some professional medical term or did ya just make it up?"
"Nobody asked for your opinion Blondie."
"Right back atcha. I don't think you guys should be saying the stuff you do about him. He's a really good athlete, when he's not being retarded."
"That's exactly what this discussion is about. Now why don't you just go off and brush your hair or something."
Torrie Wilson glared at the group of five guys before stalking off in search of some decent company. She heard their laughing as she walked away and wasn't watching where she was going as she bumped straight into somebody, who was turning the corner. She steadied herself and glanced down at the girl who was trying to gather her stuff together.
The girl had her dark blonde hair pushed back with a bandanna and a pair of faded baggy jeans was accompanied by a dark red tank top.
Nothing special, Torrie noted silently, extending her hand to help the girl up.
"Thanks." She said gratefully. "I'm really sorry if I bumped into you or anything. I'm kind of new here and I'm not really sure where I'm going or anything and wow-you're Torrie Wilson and I'm standing here babbling like a complete idiot. Can we start this over?"
"Um, sure." Torrie answered uncertainly, a little confused as to what was just said. "That's fine."
The girl smiled. "My name's Kiara Dailie."
"Torrie Wilson." The diva responded, still uncertainly. "Can I help you find anyplace?"
Kiara shook her head quickly. "No, no, that's okay. I wouldn't want you to take some time out of your schedule to help me. I'll find Miss McMahon's office soon enough."
Torrie grinned. "Actually Steph's office is right down that hall and to the left." She pointed out helpfully.
"You call her by her first name?" Kiara asked incredulously. She shook her head and smiled lightly to herself. "That's so cool. But thank you for your help Miss Wilson."
"You can just call me Torrie." She said helpfully.
"Really?"
Torrie nodded. "Of course; there's no need for formalities here. I'll see ya around later sometime!" She gave the girl a final wave and went in search for her tag-team partner for the evening, Matt Hardy.
Kiara smiled and found the GM's office soon enough. She raised her hand and was about to knock on the glass when it was shoved open. She flattened herself against the wall as an irate Big Show stalked out of the office. She was about to go in when he spun around and just ignored her.
"If you think I'm going to stand for this Stephanie, then you have another thing coming."
"Honestly, I admire your pathetic attempts to intimidate me, but Jesus Christ, look who I am and look who you are." The female voice from inside pointed out. "Do you think a McMahon is going to be scared that easily by some dumb giant like yourself?"
He opened his mouth to snap something back but she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"You were just leaving, goodbye." She stated evenly and he stormed off, his agent with the fake looking ponytail following close behind him.
Kiara willed her heart to slow down and she composed herself before reaching out and knocking on the door.
"Come in." Stephanie's voice commanded loudly. She looked up as the door was slowly pushed open and felt relieved. At least it wasn't one of her superstars. For some reason, they felt the need to break open her door every time they came into her office. "Who are you?" She asked the girl who slowly sat down onto one of the chairs.
"My name is Kiara Dailie." She introduced herself. "I received this letter from you the other day telling me to meet you here because you had some things to discuss with me and." She trailed off as she was met with Stephanie's blank stare and silently handed the letter over.
She scanned it quickly with her brows furrowed and a smile slowly spread over her face. "Oh yeah, Miss Dailie. Honestly, I completely forgot that I sent this out to you. But don't get upset." She added quickly when she saw the girl's face. "There's still a place for you here." Stephanie gathered some papers from a folder and spread them out in front of her on the desk.
Kiara watched impatiently as the General Manager looked over her résumé and papers that had been sent from the offices at the Ohio Valley Wrestling league. She was saying stuff to herself and occasionally jotting down a couple of notes in the margins.
After what seemed like hours, Stephanie finally lifted her head up, a smile on her face. "Very impressive." She commented after taking a look at some of the pictures OVW had supplied.
"Those were not some of my better days." Kiara supplied, trying not to look at the picture Stephanie held in her hands. It was taken about five years ago as her in-ring persona Angel. She was decked out in a pair of short gold shorts and a white bikini top. One of the costume designers had fashioned up a pair of makeshift wings and a halo to rest on top of her massively curly hair. "That's so embarrassing." She muttered, burying her head in her hands.
"Everyone goes through phases like that, believe it or not." Stephanie said gently once Kiara raised her head.
She nodded slowly as Stephanie flipped through some of the other pictures and she finally set the small stack down.
"I'll tell you this right now." Stephanie started. "Our Smackdown show does have a lack of divas and there is some better competition on Raw. Maybe after a couple of months I'll trade you so that you can more experience." She trailed off and looked up as the door was flung open.
"Nobody's giving me the respect I deserve." John Cena announced loudly, slamming both of his hands down on the desk and Kiara jumped at the impact. "They're laughing at me backstage and being very rude."
Stephanie suppressed a laugh at the indignant look on his face. "Do you want me to talk to them about it?"
"You mean yell at them for me?" He asked simply.
"If you want." Stephanie shrugged. "You know I'd have no problem with that."
"I'm not ten years old Steph." John muttered, pushing the hat away from his eyes. "I think it's ridiculous though. They can't just accept me for me." He turned around and just noticed Kiara sitting in the chair. "Hey." He acknowledged with a nod of his head.
Kiara gave him a small wave and then turned to Stephanie. "Do you want me to come back later when it's more convenient?" She asked.
Stephanie looked between the two occupants of her office and was already formulating a plan in the back of her mind. "John, this is Kiara. She under negotiation right now."
John gave her a look that clearly read 'so?' and forced a smile. "What's up?"
"Not much." She replied, ducking her head so he couldn't see her blushing.
"Alright Cena, Kiara and I have some more business to take care of so if you want to stop by my office later that'd be fine."
He obliged reluctantly and shut the door behind him.
"He's an interesting guy." Stephanie muttered, more to herself as she typed some stuff up on the computer. "Where do you think you should sign to?" She asked suddenly.
Kiara looked up in surprise at the question. "You're asking me?" Stephanie nodded and she sat back, not knowing how to respond. "If you need me here to help expand the women's division then I'll gladly stay here." She answered truthfully.
"Good answer." Stephanie replied. She took a packet of papers from the printer and handed it over to Kiara, who had an astonished look on her face. "Are you going to sign it or just look at it?" Stephanie asked jokingly.
"Of course I'm going to sign." Kiara hurried out, taking the pen from Stephanie's outstretched hand. She flipped through the pages and signed everywhere she was told to. She finally finished and handed the papers over to her new general manager, who had a big sincere smile on her face.
"Welcome to Smackdown."
What idea did Stephanie come up with? Was it even a good one? What does Kiara have against calling people by their first names anyway??
R&R!!!!!
*FallenAngel*
"He doesn't get it, does he?"
"Nah, I don't think so. Let him live in his own disillusioned world though. At least he won't bother us that way."
"And things will stay quiet."
"Tell me about it. All he does is go around and act like a complete jackass. It kinda pisses me off, but Stephanie won't let me badmouth him; something about him being a key player on Smackdown. I asked her if we were talking about the same person and she just gave me this look."
"You talking about Benoit?"
"No we're not talking about Benoit. And where the hell did you come from, I thought you were out on a medical leave?"
"They let me out early. I'm thinking it's because the nurses sweated me. So who are you guys talking about then if not Benoit?"
"I've heard my name three times in the past minute. You had better not be talking bad about me or I'll kick your asses."
"He will too, I've seen it happen."
"You're all morons. We're talking about that loser. We think he has some sort of personality defect."
"Is that some professional medical term or did ya just make it up?"
"Nobody asked for your opinion Blondie."
"Right back atcha. I don't think you guys should be saying the stuff you do about him. He's a really good athlete, when he's not being retarded."
"That's exactly what this discussion is about. Now why don't you just go off and brush your hair or something."
Torrie Wilson glared at the group of five guys before stalking off in search of some decent company. She heard their laughing as she walked away and wasn't watching where she was going as she bumped straight into somebody, who was turning the corner. She steadied herself and glanced down at the girl who was trying to gather her stuff together.
The girl had her dark blonde hair pushed back with a bandanna and a pair of faded baggy jeans was accompanied by a dark red tank top.
Nothing special, Torrie noted silently, extending her hand to help the girl up.
"Thanks." She said gratefully. "I'm really sorry if I bumped into you or anything. I'm kind of new here and I'm not really sure where I'm going or anything and wow-you're Torrie Wilson and I'm standing here babbling like a complete idiot. Can we start this over?"
"Um, sure." Torrie answered uncertainly, a little confused as to what was just said. "That's fine."
The girl smiled. "My name's Kiara Dailie."
"Torrie Wilson." The diva responded, still uncertainly. "Can I help you find anyplace?"
Kiara shook her head quickly. "No, no, that's okay. I wouldn't want you to take some time out of your schedule to help me. I'll find Miss McMahon's office soon enough."
Torrie grinned. "Actually Steph's office is right down that hall and to the left." She pointed out helpfully.
"You call her by her first name?" Kiara asked incredulously. She shook her head and smiled lightly to herself. "That's so cool. But thank you for your help Miss Wilson."
"You can just call me Torrie." She said helpfully.
"Really?"
Torrie nodded. "Of course; there's no need for formalities here. I'll see ya around later sometime!" She gave the girl a final wave and went in search for her tag-team partner for the evening, Matt Hardy.
Kiara smiled and found the GM's office soon enough. She raised her hand and was about to knock on the glass when it was shoved open. She flattened herself against the wall as an irate Big Show stalked out of the office. She was about to go in when he spun around and just ignored her.
"If you think I'm going to stand for this Stephanie, then you have another thing coming."
"Honestly, I admire your pathetic attempts to intimidate me, but Jesus Christ, look who I am and look who you are." The female voice from inside pointed out. "Do you think a McMahon is going to be scared that easily by some dumb giant like yourself?"
He opened his mouth to snap something back but she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"You were just leaving, goodbye." She stated evenly and he stormed off, his agent with the fake looking ponytail following close behind him.
Kiara willed her heart to slow down and she composed herself before reaching out and knocking on the door.
"Come in." Stephanie's voice commanded loudly. She looked up as the door was slowly pushed open and felt relieved. At least it wasn't one of her superstars. For some reason, they felt the need to break open her door every time they came into her office. "Who are you?" She asked the girl who slowly sat down onto one of the chairs.
"My name is Kiara Dailie." She introduced herself. "I received this letter from you the other day telling me to meet you here because you had some things to discuss with me and." She trailed off as she was met with Stephanie's blank stare and silently handed the letter over.
She scanned it quickly with her brows furrowed and a smile slowly spread over her face. "Oh yeah, Miss Dailie. Honestly, I completely forgot that I sent this out to you. But don't get upset." She added quickly when she saw the girl's face. "There's still a place for you here." Stephanie gathered some papers from a folder and spread them out in front of her on the desk.
Kiara watched impatiently as the General Manager looked over her résumé and papers that had been sent from the offices at the Ohio Valley Wrestling league. She was saying stuff to herself and occasionally jotting down a couple of notes in the margins.
After what seemed like hours, Stephanie finally lifted her head up, a smile on her face. "Very impressive." She commented after taking a look at some of the pictures OVW had supplied.
"Those were not some of my better days." Kiara supplied, trying not to look at the picture Stephanie held in her hands. It was taken about five years ago as her in-ring persona Angel. She was decked out in a pair of short gold shorts and a white bikini top. One of the costume designers had fashioned up a pair of makeshift wings and a halo to rest on top of her massively curly hair. "That's so embarrassing." She muttered, burying her head in her hands.
"Everyone goes through phases like that, believe it or not." Stephanie said gently once Kiara raised her head.
She nodded slowly as Stephanie flipped through some of the other pictures and she finally set the small stack down.
"I'll tell you this right now." Stephanie started. "Our Smackdown show does have a lack of divas and there is some better competition on Raw. Maybe after a couple of months I'll trade you so that you can more experience." She trailed off and looked up as the door was flung open.
"Nobody's giving me the respect I deserve." John Cena announced loudly, slamming both of his hands down on the desk and Kiara jumped at the impact. "They're laughing at me backstage and being very rude."
Stephanie suppressed a laugh at the indignant look on his face. "Do you want me to talk to them about it?"
"You mean yell at them for me?" He asked simply.
"If you want." Stephanie shrugged. "You know I'd have no problem with that."
"I'm not ten years old Steph." John muttered, pushing the hat away from his eyes. "I think it's ridiculous though. They can't just accept me for me." He turned around and just noticed Kiara sitting in the chair. "Hey." He acknowledged with a nod of his head.
Kiara gave him a small wave and then turned to Stephanie. "Do you want me to come back later when it's more convenient?" She asked.
Stephanie looked between the two occupants of her office and was already formulating a plan in the back of her mind. "John, this is Kiara. She under negotiation right now."
John gave her a look that clearly read 'so?' and forced a smile. "What's up?"
"Not much." She replied, ducking her head so he couldn't see her blushing.
"Alright Cena, Kiara and I have some more business to take care of so if you want to stop by my office later that'd be fine."
He obliged reluctantly and shut the door behind him.
"He's an interesting guy." Stephanie muttered, more to herself as she typed some stuff up on the computer. "Where do you think you should sign to?" She asked suddenly.
Kiara looked up in surprise at the question. "You're asking me?" Stephanie nodded and she sat back, not knowing how to respond. "If you need me here to help expand the women's division then I'll gladly stay here." She answered truthfully.
"Good answer." Stephanie replied. She took a packet of papers from the printer and handed it over to Kiara, who had an astonished look on her face. "Are you going to sign it or just look at it?" Stephanie asked jokingly.
"Of course I'm going to sign." Kiara hurried out, taking the pen from Stephanie's outstretched hand. She flipped through the pages and signed everywhere she was told to. She finally finished and handed the papers over to her new general manager, who had a big sincere smile on her face.
"Welcome to Smackdown."
What idea did Stephanie come up with? Was it even a good one? What does Kiara have against calling people by their first names anyway??
R&R!!!!!