Rating: -R-
Warnings: Sexual Content, Strong Language
Characters/Pairings: Shane McMahon-Stacy Keibler-Chris Jericho, Dave Batista-Stephanie McMahon, others?
Summary: Stacy begins to question the future of her relationship...
Notes: This story is a response to a challenge I received on my site, Double Reality. Credit for basic plot goes to Anissa. Title comes from the song 'Just the Guy to Do It' by Toby Keith. I'd really like to see your thoughts on this! Any and all reviews will be greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1
A warm breeze whirled around her as she stared off the balcony and into the starry sky. She was so relieved that spring had finally arrived. She loved this type of weather. These days, it was the only thing that truly comforted her. Staring off into space was her only source of sanity.
A soft sigh left her lips as she drew her legs up onto her chair, tucking her knees underneath her chin. A huge part of her was dying for someone to relate to, but she knew that was not happening. Hell, no one - not even him - even knew she was unhappy. Nothing upset Stacy Keibler, after all.
But the truth was that the elements of her life were more often than not causing her grief. Falling in love was not supposed to be this way. But the rules changed when the man you loved was married.
Stacy never considered herself to be the type for an affair. She was firmly opposed to cheating, and she wasn't a fan of relationships based on sex. But this was different. Somehow, she sat just outside his hotel room, nearly four years later. She had known for three years that he was married, but she couldn't leave. He needed her, much like she needed him.
Her sighs lessened to heavy exhales as she contemplated whether or not to go back inside. He was a heavy sleeper, so she doubted he would wake up. Not that he'd care about her being out there... she just preferred to do her thinking alone, undisturbed.
She often wondered how it got this far. It all happened so fast, sometimes she swore it was just a dream. It had to be. She felt as though she had only met him yesterday. A fond smile touched her lips as she remembered all the way back to their meeting.
Summer 2001
She couldn't remember a time in her life when she had been more nervous. The company officials yanked Torrie away from her only seconds after their arrival, pulling her in a separate direction from who - at the moment - was the only person she knew. They brought her to the creative team, who took one look at her and decided they wanted to use her on television that night. From there, they handed her an itinerary full of tasks she had to accomplish before the day was through.
It was obvious that Stacy was overwhelmed. Things were never like this in WCW. Eric Bischoff had never heard of an itinerary.
Six hours later, she was finally given a moment to rest. They showed her to a private locker room, but made it clear that after the night's show that would happen no more. Everyone shared locker rooms in the WWF. The moment the door closed, Stacy collapsed onto the couch. It was only her first day and she already felt like she'd been through a train wreck - and she had yet to even see a ring.
She closed her eyes, praying that things would not always be this hectic. She hadn't even gotten a chance to eat.
A loud knock on her door earned a groan from the leggy young woman. So much for down time. She rose from the couch and drug her tired body to the door. A yawn slipped from her mouth as she opened the door, but Stacy cut it short when she noticed who was standing before her.
"Stacy Keibler," he said with a smile. "I'm glad to finally meet you. I'm..."
"I know who you are," she replied, extending her hand to him. She never claimed to be the smartest wrestling fan, but she knew a McMahon when she saw one. "It's very nice to meet you, Shane."
Shane boasted a smile as he accepted her hand shake. He watched as Stacy slipped aside, gesturing for him to enter. He politely nodded for her to go first, then pulled the door closed and followed behind her.
"Ive been trying to get a hold of you all day," he told her as they grabbed seats across from one another. "You're a hard woman to track down."
Stacy frowned, hoping he wasn't upset. The last thing she needed was to get in trouble with a McMahon on her first day.
"I'm sorry about that, but they've had me running all over the building all day," she said truthfully. "Is it always this crazy?"
Shane responded with a laugh.
"Not usually," he said. "But things tend to get a littly busy when thirty new employees show up looking for TV time."
Stacy nodded in understanding. In her career she had always been told what to do, when to do it, and how long it was to be done. She couldn't imagine being in charge of all that planning. And since WWF had acquired all the WCW employees, the stress of planning a show had to increase tenfold.
"So," she began when Shane didn't speak. "What did you come to see me for? I'm sure you've got other things to do."
A playful gleam lit up his eyes.
"Can't a guy say hello?" he teased, flashing her another smile.
Stacy shook her head with a sigh, "Boys."
"Alright, I can take a hint," Shane replied in retreat. "I just wanted to make sure you were good with our segment for tonight."
Stacy nodded in remembrance. One of the creative team members did tell her she'd be accompanying Shane to the ring that night, but their directions made her a little uneasy.
"Well, actually, there was one thing..." she began, glancing up at him. Shane saw her expectant look, and he nodded for her to continue. "The guy who talked to me about the segment said something about me going out there and just improvising, and I..."
Shane placed his hand in the air, silencing her. The smile crept back onto his face as he noticed the adorable pout she wore. He couldn't get the smile off his face around her.
"That just means you're going to be standing around for some time and they want you to look like you know what you're doing," he explained, and she was happy to hear that he didn't seem annoyed in the least. "Most of our fans don't know you, so market yourself to them. Look around at them, smile, pay attention to what I'm saying... you catch my drift?"
Relief soon washed away the uneasiness on Stacy's face. Those were directions she understood.
"Oh, okay," she said with a sheepish giggle. "So nobody's going to hand me a microphone and say, 'You've got 5 minutes, go for it!', right?"
"Right," Shane confirmed with a nod. "You'll be getting involved in promos and angles soon enough, but for tonight, you're just coming to the ring on my arm. You job is to simply look pretty, which," he hesitated as he gave her a once over. "Well, I'm sure that comes naturally to you."
Stacy smiled at the compliment, sending him a gracious look. She eyed him wonderingly, studying his features closely. On TV she had never found him all that attractive, but that certainly was not the case now that she sat face to face with him. He had a very handsome face, and quite possibly the softest eyes she had ever seen.
Once he was certain she knew what was going on, Shane rose from his seat. He really didn't want to go, but he had another meeting to be at in five minutes.
"I'm sorry I can't stay," he told her, "but it was very nice to meet you, Stacy. I'll stop by to pick you up for our segment later."
"Thank you, Shane," Stacy replied, her cheeks reddening slightly as he winked at her. He was too cute.
She didn't know much about Shane McMahon, but she could tell already that she would like working with him very much.
Things were so different then. How their relationship elevated so far from innocent flirting, she'd never understand. Stacy let out one final sigh before she rose, heading back into the hotel room. She watched him from the door for a moment, eyeing him wonderingly. Then, she made her way to the bed, very cautiously climbing in. She slid under the covers and nestled up against him. His arms unconsciously came to wrap around her, and she drifted to sleep in his familiar embrace.