NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Clarence Fitzgerald/Fitzy/The Fitz and myself/Lady Taker.
"You were great out there," Batista told me as he, Taker, and I walked to our locker rooms backstage.
"Great isn't the word for it," Taker said, looking at me. "There isn't a word for it..."
"The reaction from the fans really surprised me," I said. "They loved it!"
"When do they get to see a hot chick making out with me and Taker?" Batista reasoned. "That's hot and new to them."
"New to me, too," Taker said. "I mean, since when have I made out with a girl in the ring?"
"You know what I think kind of got to them though?" I asked.
"Had to be when you licked my tongue," Taker said. "Hands down, that got them."
"Too bad I missed that part," Batista said with a laugh. "I was kinda laid out in the middle of the ring... Was this before or after you told me to rest in peace?" he asked me.
"After," I confirmed.
"Oh, ok," he answered.
Suddenly, a reporter came up to us with a camera man following. "The camera's off," the reporter said to Taker, "But we need you to do an interview for us."
"And you can't be anywhere around," the camera man said to Batista.
"Oh, I understand that," Batista said. "It wouldn't look right for us to beat the hell out of each other out there and then be laughing and talking backstage."
"Makes sense," I said as Batista walked away. "See you later." I turned back to the reporter. "Do you need me for this interview?"
"Oh, but of course! You made this victory possible," the reporter said. "The fans are going to want to know who the hell you are and how you managed to manipulate Batista and help ensure Taker's win."
"Does he ever stop to breathe?" Taker murmured into my ear.
"I doubt it," I answered aloud.
"Ok," the reporter said. "Here's how we're gonna do. You two are gonna be talking or whatever and I'll come up behind you and beg for an interview from the new champ. Then we'll just see where it goes from there. Ok?"
"Fine by me," Taker said, and I nodded to show that I agreed.
"Ok, get to walking," the reporter said in a mock authoratative voice.
Taker and I started walking slowly down the hall. Taker put his arm around me and started talking quietly to me about how we should do the interview.
"Well, here's what I think..." I began. I briefly told him my thoughts and then waited for his reply.
"You have brilliant ideas," Taker told me. "I'm sure that by the time this interview is over, the fans will never be able to forget who you are."
"You sound so confident," I said.
He touched my face. "You have to be confident if you want to succeed. Remember that..." He leaned down and kissed me hard, like he had out in the ring.
"Taker! Taker!" the reporter called breathlessly as he quickly approached us.
"Ignore him for a minute," Taker said as he backed me against the wall and started nibbling on my earlobe. "The fans will love this."
"I will, too," I said with a smile as he started kissing my neck.
"Taker! Lady Taker! Can I have a word?" the reporter said.
"Who dares to interrupt me, love?" Taker asked me loudly, kissing my cheek and letting his hands roam wherever they wanted.
"He looks to be a scrawny little reporter," I answered, giving the reporter a dirty look.
Taker kept kissing me. "Ignore him," he said, loud enough for the reporter to hear.
"Please, Mr. Taker, sir," the reporter said. "I'd just like to interview the new WWE champion... And that's you."
Taker stood up straight and slowly turned around to face the reporter. He walked forward and stood directly in front of him.
"Do you think I'm ignorant or something?" He looked at me. "Love, is he insulting me?"
"He's definitely insulting you, sweetie," I said with a sly grin.
"I swear I'm not," the reporter said hurriedly. "I respect you more than I respect anybody in the world. Even my parents!"
"Should we give this little man an interview, babe?" Taker asked me.
I looked the reporter over for a minute, then shrugged. "I guess it can't hurt that much," I said.
Taker looked down his nose at the reporter, then drew me close to his side. "You're lucky that my little lady here said it would be ok," he said in a mean voice. "Now start talking, we don't have all night."
"This is live... The fans out there are in shock over what just happened out there in the ring," the reporter began in a strong voice. "With the help of this mysterious young woman, Lady Taker, you have just defeated Batista to win the title. What are your thoughts?"
"What do you think are my thoughts?" Taker sneered. "I just went out there and did what I do best. What did you expect?"
"But it seems like that wouldn't have been possible without the help of your accomplice here," the reporter said, gesturing at me. "Mind introducing us to your woman here?"
"With pleasure," Taker growled. He looked down at me. "This is Lady Taker, the hot and sexy female version of me. She's my better half, if you will."
The reporter looked at me. "Care to expand on that?"
I looked at Taker and he nodded. I stepped up in front of the reporter. "What's your name?" I asked in this totally new seductive voice I'd conjured up.
"My... M-my name is Clarence Fitzgerald," he said nervously, backing up a little.
"Fitzy... Can I call you Fitzy?" I asked. When he went to answer, I silenced him with a finger to his thin lips. "Don't bother answering. I don't need your permission."
Taker smiled when I said that. Clarence simply closed his mouth and refrained from saying whatever he was going to say.
I grabbed the microphone and looked into the camera. "I'm sure you're all wondering who I am... To tell you I'm Lady Taker doesn't tell you much, but the name itself should speak volumes." I looked at Taker, then back into the camera. "I'm new on the scene here, but pretty soon, everyone will feel the impact that I'm going to make. Batista felt my seductive wrath tonight, and whoever else stands in Taker's way will feel it, too. Isn't that right, baby?" I turned to Taker and handed him the mic.
"That's damn right," Taker agreed, accepting the mic. "All these years I've been in the WWE doing it alone. Sure, I've been paired up with people in the past, but where did that really get me? Nowhere," he said into the mic, looking into the camera. "Then on her first night here with me, I win the championship title. I mean, I'll admit it, Batista would've had me if it wasn't for her. That's why we're going to make a big scene around here."
"It's your yard again, baby," I told him with a smile. "And when someone dares to enter your yard, we're gonna send them out bruised and battered. Batista is a prime example."
"Don't you love her?" Taker asked Fitzy, and shoved the mic back into his hands.
"Can't help but love her," Fitzy said. "The two of you have so much chemistry together."
"You should see us in the bedroom," Taker said suggestively.
"Better not talk like that," I replied. "You don't want me to do you right in front of this camera, do you?"
"I wouldn't mind," Taker said with a smile.
"I got a better idea," I said. I looked at Fitzy. "This interview...is over." Then I grabbed Taker by the hand and pulled him into the nearest room, which just happened to be a broom closet.
"I bet they're still out there in front of the door," Taker said. "Let's listen."
"There we have it, folks," Fitzy was saying. "The new champion and his little lady are about to get busy in the broom closet. A celebration of his victory? Who knows..." His voice trailed off for a minute. Then... "Until next time, I'm Clarence Fitzgerald... But now you can just call me Fitzy. I'm rather fond of the nickname already!"
A minute later, Fitzy opened the door and looked at us. "You guys did it again. You were meant to work together!" he exclaimed.
"We've been told," Taker said, putting his arm casually around my shoulder.
"Thanks for the interview. I'll be seeing you two in the near future," Fitzy said. He looked at me. "And thanks for the new nickname. If I ever get the chance to wrestle, my name's gonna be Fitzy... Or I'll call myself The Fitz... Yeah, that has a ring to it..."
Fitzy, or as he was going to call himself, The Fitz, walked away talking to himself debating on what name to call himself. The camera man shook his head and followed him down the hall.
"Oh, what have I done?" I asked Taker. "Now I got him talking to himself."
"You have that effect on men... You drive us nuts," he said as we started walking down the hall to his locker room.
"It seems like I've known you forever," I said, leaning on him as we walked. "Could it really be possible that we only met yesterday?"
"Seems impossible to me, too," he said. "I mean, you and I have this weird connection..."
"I like it," I said. We reached my locker room first. "I'll meet you in a few, ok?"
"Yeah," he replied. "See you in a few."
I watched him walk down the hall. When he disappeared around the corner and was out of my view, I backed into my room and shut the door. I sighed.
"What a match," I said aloud to myself.
"You're quite right," came a familiar voice from behind me.
I turned around and gasped. "What are you doing here?"
Who's in J's locker room? Find out in Chapter 10...