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About five days later Kiara walked timidly around the backstage hallways of Smackdown. She still didn't have any idea as to what she'd be doing but that was fine with her-she still had a job at the WWE. She made her way to Stephanie's office and knocked on the door quietly.
"You're never going to get anywhere in this business acting like that." A voice behind her scolded, only half-joking. "Here, like this." He grabbed a hold on the knob and pushed it open forcefully causing it to hit the back wall. "Steph, your number one superstar is here!" He announced.
Stephanie looked up from her papers and smirked. "Kurt? Oh no, it's just you Hardy." He scowled. "What do you want?"
"Nothing." He replied simply, draping himself over a chair. "I just wanted to see my favorite person in the whole wide world."
"Uh-huh." She looked back at the door and just noticed Kiara standing there looking extremely uncomfortable. "Come on in Kiara. He won't bite."
Matt rolled his eyes and swung his feet off the chair graciously so she could sit down. There was silence and he was about to reprimand her about being polite to legends such as himself when she cut him off.
"Thank you." She said quietly.
Matt glanced in-between the new girl and his general manager and soon a plan formed in his mind. "I've got it!" He exclaimed loudly, causing Kiara to jump. Stephanie looked at him expectantly so he went on. "What this girl obviously needs is some confidence-"
"I don't think that's appro-"
"And who better to give the new girl confidence then Matt Hardy, Version 1.0!" He said proudly, getting excited at the idea. "Think about it, it'd be great. Shannon is getting tired of following the Mattitude plan and she'd be my very first female MFer! The marketing for it would be just fabulous."
"Fabulous?" Stephanie repeated skeptically.
Matt nodded his head earnestly. "Yes, fabulous. Now what do you think?"
"I think." Stephanie started. "You should remember the fact that I'm the general manager and you are not." She said evenly. "I make the decisions around here and you don't."
Matt looked instantly less arrogant and full of himself. "Well what do you think?" He asked again weakly.
Stephanie shook her head. "I don't think so Matt. I already have plans for who I want her to go with and what I want her to do. Not saying that your idea wasn't a good one, because it is. But maybe you should find somebody else besides Shannon. That whole angle is getting a little stale."
"You have the guts to call Mattitude stale?" He asked, instantly gaining back all of his confidence in a seconds time. "How dare you say such a mean and vial thing to a person such as myself, a person of my stature-"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "I think you better get going Matt before your head can't fit out the door."
He pushed himself off the chair and huffed out of the room, slamming it purposefully behind him.
"So Kiara." Stephanie started, holding out some papers. "This is what I have in store for you."
*~*~*
"So what kind of look are we going for here?"
Kiara looked over at the stylist and shrugged. "Stephanie wants me to accompany John Cena." She paused as the girl stifled a laugh and sighed. "Yeah, exactly. So just find me some clothes so I can go."
"And she's already got the diva attitude." The young stylist quipped silently to herself, although she did feel bad for the new girl to be place with John Cena. There was something wrong with that guy, she decided silently as she headed over to a rack of clothes, like he wasn't right in the head. After fifteen minutes they left the store with five shopping bags and headed towards the salon.
"What are you doing to me here?" Kiara asked warily as they say her down in front of a floor-length mirror.
The hairdresser, who reminded her remarkably of Rico and name was Juan, puts his hands on his hips and looked at her with a face that clearly read: 'You're joking right?' "What aren't we going to do here?" He asked hypothetically. He pulled the bandana off her hair and turned away, suppressing a shudder. He turned back towards her and rested a hand on his forehead. "Sweetie talk to me."
"'Bout what?"
He ran his hands through her hair, lifting some of it up so she could see. "This, about this." He peered down critically at the dark blonde hair with fading green stripes. "It looks like your hair is molding."
Kiara's mouth fell open at the blunt criticism and was about to say something back when he shook his head.
"No, don't say anything. My job is hard enough without you talking to me too." He quickly taped pictures of John Cena and B2 onto the mirror and studied them before nodding his head. "Okay, you're going blonder."
"Blonder?"
"Did I stutter?" He snapped, starting to twist strips of foil into her hair. "First off we're going to strip your hair of all this-" His lip turned up in disgust. "Unnatural green color and then after that I will be able to start working my magic." He picked up a piece of hair that framed her face and looked at her pale complexion. "Dear, do you know what the sun is?"
Kiara raised her eyebrows at the abrupt question. "Yeah."
"Then go out in it." He worked in silence for about an hour, intricately twisting in the foil and applying the paste until Kiara looked up and was convinced that she looked like a modern version of Medusa. "Now go sit under the dryer for half an hour." He instructed, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. "Get Melissa, Geri, and Anna over here. I'm gonna need some help." He was saying quietly to his assistant.
Grabbing a magazine and sitting back in the chair, Kiara tried to ignore the small group of people that were huddled around Juan, and focused her attention on the article entitled 'So Now Your Boyfriend is Cuter then You'.
"Kiara dear, get yourself over here so we can see what's going on under there." Juan said briefly about twenty minutes later, starting to untwist the foil before she even had a chance to sit down.
"I feel like I'm in Miss Congeniality." Kiara commented, feeling some hot wax being applied to her eyebrows and wincing.
He narrowed his eyes. "That was a comedy. There's nothing funny about your situation."
Kiara rolled her eyes. "Why are you such an unfriendly person?" She asked finally, watching him place even more foil strips into her clean, non-green hair.
Juan took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. "It is because I am a professional. I work with supermodels and actresses all over the world. And the only reason I'm wasting my talent on you is because I owed Vincent a favor. Now, do you want to know anymore about my personal life or can I continue?"
"Go ahead." Kiara muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. She took a deep breath and settled back, not exactly looking forward to the next four hours.
*~*~*
"So why'd you bring me here Steph?" John Cena asked, slipping his coat on the chair behind him and taking the seat across from his boss.
"I just have some stuff do discuss with you." She responded easily. "Did you want something to drink? My treat."
"Just a water is good." He told the waiter, who nodded and left the two alone.
Stephanie looked down and idly played with the straw wrapper in her hands before looking back up at him. "Okay, I want you to have a valet; someone to accompany you and B2 to the ring."
John crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in the chair. "Who do you have in mind?" He asked, a semi-interested look on his face. "Is it that girl that was in your office that one day?"
"Yeah, her name is Kiara Dailie." Stephanie said, nodding her head.
"No." John said simply. "Did you see her Steph?" He whined. "She was- why couldn't we have Torrie or somebody else? Someone hot?"
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "I have to take you somewhere else after this." She said briefly, not giving him any more information besides that. They ate quietly and Stephanie laid a twenty out on the table before getting up and grabbing her coat. "Come on, we don't have much time."
"Where are we going?" John asked, following her brisk walk right past the waiting limousine. "Stephanie the limo is back there. I don't feel like walking anywhere." He whined. "This is not-" Stephanie stopped abruptly and he caught himself before he could run into her.
"We're there." She said, holding the door open for him. He walked in and immediately backed out and Stephanie had to drag him in by the sleeve of his jacket. She glanced around the room and caught sight of the person she was looking for. "Juan!" She yelled loudly, waving her hand in the air.
He jumped and dropped the brush he was using and spun around to see who was interrupting him. Seeing it was Stephanie, he broke out in a huge grin and set his stuff down on the counter, walking over to meet her. He kissed both of her cheeks and then held her away at arm's length. "Stephanie you look gorgeous, how have you been?"
"I've been terrific." She gushed. "Juan this is one of my employees John Cena."
John held out his hand reluctantly and Juan shook it, holding on longer then necessary. "Yeah, nice to meet you." John muttered, yanking his hand back.
Stephanie stifled a laugh at the scared look on John's face and turned to her favorite hairdresser. "Sweetie I sent one of my girls here this morning. Her name is Kiara. Do you know if she's ready yet?"
Juan flung his hair behind his shoulders and looked proud of himself. "I know of this girl you speak of." He started. "And the challenge was a great one but I am Juan and there's nobody I can't fix." He eyed John's outfit critically before turning back to Stephanie. "I believe if you give me a few more minutes she will be all set." He flounced back to his station.
"That guy was creeping me out." John muttered, taking a seat on the plush white couch.
Stephanie laughed. "Oh that was Juan. He's harmless really. But don't come to him with a major fashion faux pas or else he'll bite your head off."
"Learned from experience?" John asked jokingly.
"Oh yeah." Stephanie replied, putting her hands behind her head. "During the McMahon/Helmsley era I was here every other weekend trying to get all the styling crap outta my hair."
"I remember that!" Juan called over his shoulder. "And all I can tell you Steph is you're lucky you're a McMahon or else you'd still be in debt."
"Love you too Juan!" She called back sarcastically.
Ten minutes later she yawned and looked down at her watch, and then over at John. He had fallen asleep. Stephanie looked up as they were approached by one of the workers. She leaned down and whispered something to Stephanie, who in turn, hit John in the shoulder as an attempt to wake him up. "She's ready." She said simply.
"Who?" He asked groggily, taking in all of his surroundings through squinted eyes.
"Kiara." Stephanie grinned, pulling him up off the couch and following Juan.
"This was a difficult task." Juan started, bring his hands together and getting the groups attention. "But I'm Juan." He said with a smile. "And I can fix anyone, regardless to the fact that they have moldy hair." John shot an alarmed look at Stephanie before turning back reluctantly. "So without further ado I present to you Miss Kiara Dailie." He waved his arms with a flourish and they turned their attention to the door.
"I'm not coming out like this." Kiara muttered from inside.
"Excuse me?" Juan sputtered. "I didn't waste eight hours of my life for you to refuse to come out." John stifled a laugh and Stephanie smacked him on the arm. "Get your butt out here right now."
"Leave my butt out of this." Kiara shot back.
"Kiara sweetie." Stephanie started, walking towards the dressing room. "If you don't want anyone else to see then at least let me. I'm a good judge at this."
Juan snorted. "Yeah right."
Stephanie ignored his comments and watched as the doorknob turned slowly. "Okay, but I only want you seeing it." Kiara muttered, pushing the door open a little.
"I wanna see." John started walking over but was yanked back by Juan. "Excuse me, kindly keep your hands off of me." He looked over to where the two girls were conversing and by the looks of it Stephanie finally convinced her to show everybody. She pushed open the door and John's mouth dropped.
"Do I look that bad?" Kiara asked quickly, self-consciously crossing her arms over her chest.
Her "moldy hair" had been re-colored to a pale, almost ashy blonde and was cut to just below her shoulders, with a few bangs falling over her forehead. Her baggy pants and tank tops had been replaced by a pair of light-colored, faded low-risers and a cropped white tank top, showing off her toned stomach and a light brown belt hung around her waist. She looked up slowly and noticed everyone gaping. "What?" She asked quietly, refusing to make eye contact.
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About five days later Kiara walked timidly around the backstage hallways of Smackdown. She still didn't have any idea as to what she'd be doing but that was fine with her-she still had a job at the WWE. She made her way to Stephanie's office and knocked on the door quietly.
"You're never going to get anywhere in this business acting like that." A voice behind her scolded, only half-joking. "Here, like this." He grabbed a hold on the knob and pushed it open forcefully causing it to hit the back wall. "Steph, your number one superstar is here!" He announced.
Stephanie looked up from her papers and smirked. "Kurt? Oh no, it's just you Hardy." He scowled. "What do you want?"
"Nothing." He replied simply, draping himself over a chair. "I just wanted to see my favorite person in the whole wide world."
"Uh-huh." She looked back at the door and just noticed Kiara standing there looking extremely uncomfortable. "Come on in Kiara. He won't bite."
Matt rolled his eyes and swung his feet off the chair graciously so she could sit down. There was silence and he was about to reprimand her about being polite to legends such as himself when she cut him off.
"Thank you." She said quietly.
Matt glanced in-between the new girl and his general manager and soon a plan formed in his mind. "I've got it!" He exclaimed loudly, causing Kiara to jump. Stephanie looked at him expectantly so he went on. "What this girl obviously needs is some confidence-"
"I don't think that's appro-"
"And who better to give the new girl confidence then Matt Hardy, Version 1.0!" He said proudly, getting excited at the idea. "Think about it, it'd be great. Shannon is getting tired of following the Mattitude plan and she'd be my very first female MFer! The marketing for it would be just fabulous."
"Fabulous?" Stephanie repeated skeptically.
Matt nodded his head earnestly. "Yes, fabulous. Now what do you think?"
"I think." Stephanie started. "You should remember the fact that I'm the general manager and you are not." She said evenly. "I make the decisions around here and you don't."
Matt looked instantly less arrogant and full of himself. "Well what do you think?" He asked again weakly.
Stephanie shook her head. "I don't think so Matt. I already have plans for who I want her to go with and what I want her to do. Not saying that your idea wasn't a good one, because it is. But maybe you should find somebody else besides Shannon. That whole angle is getting a little stale."
"You have the guts to call Mattitude stale?" He asked, instantly gaining back all of his confidence in a seconds time. "How dare you say such a mean and vial thing to a person such as myself, a person of my stature-"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "I think you better get going Matt before your head can't fit out the door."
He pushed himself off the chair and huffed out of the room, slamming it purposefully behind him.
"So Kiara." Stephanie started, holding out some papers. "This is what I have in store for you."
*~*~*
"So what kind of look are we going for here?"
Kiara looked over at the stylist and shrugged. "Stephanie wants me to accompany John Cena." She paused as the girl stifled a laugh and sighed. "Yeah, exactly. So just find me some clothes so I can go."
"And she's already got the diva attitude." The young stylist quipped silently to herself, although she did feel bad for the new girl to be place with John Cena. There was something wrong with that guy, she decided silently as she headed over to a rack of clothes, like he wasn't right in the head. After fifteen minutes they left the store with five shopping bags and headed towards the salon.
"What are you doing to me here?" Kiara asked warily as they say her down in front of a floor-length mirror.
The hairdresser, who reminded her remarkably of Rico and name was Juan, puts his hands on his hips and looked at her with a face that clearly read: 'You're joking right?' "What aren't we going to do here?" He asked hypothetically. He pulled the bandana off her hair and turned away, suppressing a shudder. He turned back towards her and rested a hand on his forehead. "Sweetie talk to me."
"'Bout what?"
He ran his hands through her hair, lifting some of it up so she could see. "This, about this." He peered down critically at the dark blonde hair with fading green stripes. "It looks like your hair is molding."
Kiara's mouth fell open at the blunt criticism and was about to say something back when he shook his head.
"No, don't say anything. My job is hard enough without you talking to me too." He quickly taped pictures of John Cena and B2 onto the mirror and studied them before nodding his head. "Okay, you're going blonder."
"Blonder?"
"Did I stutter?" He snapped, starting to twist strips of foil into her hair. "First off we're going to strip your hair of all this-" His lip turned up in disgust. "Unnatural green color and then after that I will be able to start working my magic." He picked up a piece of hair that framed her face and looked at her pale complexion. "Dear, do you know what the sun is?"
Kiara raised her eyebrows at the abrupt question. "Yeah."
"Then go out in it." He worked in silence for about an hour, intricately twisting in the foil and applying the paste until Kiara looked up and was convinced that she looked like a modern version of Medusa. "Now go sit under the dryer for half an hour." He instructed, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. "Get Melissa, Geri, and Anna over here. I'm gonna need some help." He was saying quietly to his assistant.
Grabbing a magazine and sitting back in the chair, Kiara tried to ignore the small group of people that were huddled around Juan, and focused her attention on the article entitled 'So Now Your Boyfriend is Cuter then You'.
"Kiara dear, get yourself over here so we can see what's going on under there." Juan said briefly about twenty minutes later, starting to untwist the foil before she even had a chance to sit down.
"I feel like I'm in Miss Congeniality." Kiara commented, feeling some hot wax being applied to her eyebrows and wincing.
He narrowed his eyes. "That was a comedy. There's nothing funny about your situation."
Kiara rolled her eyes. "Why are you such an unfriendly person?" She asked finally, watching him place even more foil strips into her clean, non-green hair.
Juan took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. "It is because I am a professional. I work with supermodels and actresses all over the world. And the only reason I'm wasting my talent on you is because I owed Vincent a favor. Now, do you want to know anymore about my personal life or can I continue?"
"Go ahead." Kiara muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. She took a deep breath and settled back, not exactly looking forward to the next four hours.
*~*~*
"So why'd you bring me here Steph?" John Cena asked, slipping his coat on the chair behind him and taking the seat across from his boss.
"I just have some stuff do discuss with you." She responded easily. "Did you want something to drink? My treat."
"Just a water is good." He told the waiter, who nodded and left the two alone.
Stephanie looked down and idly played with the straw wrapper in her hands before looking back up at him. "Okay, I want you to have a valet; someone to accompany you and B2 to the ring."
John crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in the chair. "Who do you have in mind?" He asked, a semi-interested look on his face. "Is it that girl that was in your office that one day?"
"Yeah, her name is Kiara Dailie." Stephanie said, nodding her head.
"No." John said simply. "Did you see her Steph?" He whined. "She was- why couldn't we have Torrie or somebody else? Someone hot?"
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "I have to take you somewhere else after this." She said briefly, not giving him any more information besides that. They ate quietly and Stephanie laid a twenty out on the table before getting up and grabbing her coat. "Come on, we don't have much time."
"Where are we going?" John asked, following her brisk walk right past the waiting limousine. "Stephanie the limo is back there. I don't feel like walking anywhere." He whined. "This is not-" Stephanie stopped abruptly and he caught himself before he could run into her.
"We're there." She said, holding the door open for him. He walked in and immediately backed out and Stephanie had to drag him in by the sleeve of his jacket. She glanced around the room and caught sight of the person she was looking for. "Juan!" She yelled loudly, waving her hand in the air.
He jumped and dropped the brush he was using and spun around to see who was interrupting him. Seeing it was Stephanie, he broke out in a huge grin and set his stuff down on the counter, walking over to meet her. He kissed both of her cheeks and then held her away at arm's length. "Stephanie you look gorgeous, how have you been?"
"I've been terrific." She gushed. "Juan this is one of my employees John Cena."
John held out his hand reluctantly and Juan shook it, holding on longer then necessary. "Yeah, nice to meet you." John muttered, yanking his hand back.
Stephanie stifled a laugh at the scared look on John's face and turned to her favorite hairdresser. "Sweetie I sent one of my girls here this morning. Her name is Kiara. Do you know if she's ready yet?"
Juan flung his hair behind his shoulders and looked proud of himself. "I know of this girl you speak of." He started. "And the challenge was a great one but I am Juan and there's nobody I can't fix." He eyed John's outfit critically before turning back to Stephanie. "I believe if you give me a few more minutes she will be all set." He flounced back to his station.
"That guy was creeping me out." John muttered, taking a seat on the plush white couch.
Stephanie laughed. "Oh that was Juan. He's harmless really. But don't come to him with a major fashion faux pas or else he'll bite your head off."
"Learned from experience?" John asked jokingly.
"Oh yeah." Stephanie replied, putting her hands behind her head. "During the McMahon/Helmsley era I was here every other weekend trying to get all the styling crap outta my hair."
"I remember that!" Juan called over his shoulder. "And all I can tell you Steph is you're lucky you're a McMahon or else you'd still be in debt."
"Love you too Juan!" She called back sarcastically.
Ten minutes later she yawned and looked down at her watch, and then over at John. He had fallen asleep. Stephanie looked up as they were approached by one of the workers. She leaned down and whispered something to Stephanie, who in turn, hit John in the shoulder as an attempt to wake him up. "She's ready." She said simply.
"Who?" He asked groggily, taking in all of his surroundings through squinted eyes.
"Kiara." Stephanie grinned, pulling him up off the couch and following Juan.
"This was a difficult task." Juan started, bring his hands together and getting the groups attention. "But I'm Juan." He said with a smile. "And I can fix anyone, regardless to the fact that they have moldy hair." John shot an alarmed look at Stephanie before turning back reluctantly. "So without further ado I present to you Miss Kiara Dailie." He waved his arms with a flourish and they turned their attention to the door.
"I'm not coming out like this." Kiara muttered from inside.
"Excuse me?" Juan sputtered. "I didn't waste eight hours of my life for you to refuse to come out." John stifled a laugh and Stephanie smacked him on the arm. "Get your butt out here right now."
"Leave my butt out of this." Kiara shot back.
"Kiara sweetie." Stephanie started, walking towards the dressing room. "If you don't want anyone else to see then at least let me. I'm a good judge at this."
Juan snorted. "Yeah right."
Stephanie ignored his comments and watched as the doorknob turned slowly. "Okay, but I only want you seeing it." Kiara muttered, pushing the door open a little.
"I wanna see." John started walking over but was yanked back by Juan. "Excuse me, kindly keep your hands off of me." He looked over to where the two girls were conversing and by the looks of it Stephanie finally convinced her to show everybody. She pushed open the door and John's mouth dropped.
"Do I look that bad?" Kiara asked quickly, self-consciously crossing her arms over her chest.
Her "moldy hair" had been re-colored to a pale, almost ashy blonde and was cut to just below her shoulders, with a few bangs falling over her forehead. Her baggy pants and tank tops had been replaced by a pair of light-colored, faded low-risers and a cropped white tank top, showing off her toned stomach and a light brown belt hung around her waist. She looked up slowly and noticed everyone gaping. "What?" She asked quietly, refusing to make eye contact.
Read and Review and the next story to be updated will be 'The Girl She Left Behind'. So keep on the lookout for that! Toodles!