Title: Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Author: Luna
Feedback: Always appreciated!
Archive: Full Moon Romper Room, WWEATSBTVS, anyone else just ask I'll probably say yes.
Rating: PG-13, for the moment. I, however, reserve the right to up the rating should the need arise!
Pairings: Lilian?
Disclaimer: Vince McMahon owns the WWE. Nothing is being gained from this, except a need to pass the time.
Summary: Someone's got their eye on Lilian will he finally get the courage to ask this lovely Diva out?
Spoilers: None that I'm aware of.
Anything else: Oh we must thank Paulena for this little bit of fun. (This is in response to the second Lilian challenge.) It was her challenge that made the plot bunnies multiply. I'm using these characters as I see fit. I'm not going to be going against the nature(s) of those involved. At least I hope I'm not. Any comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.
Author's Note: Normally I would send this to my beta to make any necessary corrections, however she's unfamiliar with the WWE so I'm going to send this story out WITHOUT it being beta'ed. Please keep that in mind when you review. Thank you for your time and patience.
The ring announcer stormed out of the makeshift office, her blue eyes so dark with anger they looked black. 'That revolting little pig,' Lilian thought with disgust. She was not going to make a spectacle of herself in that manner. How dare he even think to put her in a bra and panties match!
It wasn't that she thought herself above the other wrestlers. In fact, she thought she was a step down. These ladies were trained professionals, and Lilian knew she couldn't begin to compete. Sure she was pretty. Everyone said so, but that little voice in the back of her head never let her really believe the compliments about her appearance.
Absorbed in her thoughts she didn't even notice the person coming from the opposite direction until she ran into them, literally. Strong arms shot out and steadied the announcer. "I'm so sorry," she mumbled as she turned her gaze to the person she'd tried to run over.
"It's not a problem Lilian," Jazz replied. She tilted her head to the side as she got a good look at her fellow diva. "Anything wrong?"
The blonde threw a glare at the door she'd just left. Her lips compressed to keep the scathing comments about Raw's general manager to herself. The dark skinned wrestler followed the other woman's gaze and nodded knowingly. "What'd he do this time?" Blue eyes met a chocolate brown stare. The announcer gave a small sigh before confessing what had her so hot under the collar.
"What!" The notoriously vicious wrestler exclaimed.
"It's not just the match with Nidia. It's the fact that he as much as said that if I don't do it, I can kiss my job good-bye." The blonde folded her arms over her stomach and shook her head. "What am I going to do?"
"Why don't you call someone," Jazz suggested.
A delicately plucked eyebrow rose. "And just whom should I call?"
The wrestler shrugged. "But if you do nothing you're going to get your ass handed to you," she stated mater-of-factly. "She's not exactly known for her manners."
Lilian snorted. "No kidding." Again the eyebrow arched. "And isn't that a bit like the pot calling the kettle black?"
Jazz patted the announcer's arm affectionately. "Yeah so don't let this little encounter get around. I got a rep to protect." With that the other woman walked off.
Lilian knew that she had things to do before Raw officially kicked for the night. She had things to do and one of them was trying to find a way out of the predicament that she now found herself in. As unlikely as it seemed there just had to be a way around her wrestling tonight. Determination etched in every line of her pretty face she strode down the corridor and off to her work.
Unbeknownst to the pair that had been talking, there had been another listening in to their conversation. The smile that graced his features would have put the sun to shame. He had an idea. A damn good idea too! Now he only hoped that he'd be able to pull this off without looking like a fool.