Just Playin a Game

Summary: Vince thinks Triple H should up his sex appeal by getting a female valet.

"What, are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm serious. We feel that your character is just a little too...hard, I think upping your sex appeal is just what we need to do." The Chairman replied with a broad smile.

"But why me? Why not Cena?" The self-proclaimed Cerebral Assassin asked crossing his arms over his muscular chest and leaning back into the leather chair.

"John Cena is gonna be turning heel in the upcoming months," spoke up Shane McMahon. "Having a valet wouldn't go with his heel turn and since your gonna be turning face soon, we think it would be perfect."

"Plus, seeing as Edge is a heel and has Lita as his valet, putting one with cena would just be copying them." added Vince.

"Aren't you basically copying them by putting one with me?"

"Okay, that's enough Triple H. Your getting a valet and that's final, we'll be holding auditions for a potential girl in a couple of weeks."

"Why can't Stephanie do it?"

"Because she's pregnant. Stephanie already has enough things to do on the Smackdown! brand, being your valet will only add to her busy schedule." Explained Shane.

Triple H rose from the chair, "This sucks." He stated before making his way out.

Shane turned to his father, "He'll come around." The two flinched as they heard the door slam shut.

A sigh escaped the chairman's mouth. "In the long run, Paul will thank us."

Vince and Shane shook their heads before getting back to their work.

Somewhere in Detroit 2 weeks later

"Come on Brazil or we're gonna be late for work."

"Just a second Amber, I can't find my jacket." Said brazil while she searched through her closet. "Ah-ha." she smiled as she pulled out the leather coat.

"You ready now?" Amber asked walking up to her.

Brazil slipped on the jacket, "Yeah." Amber grabbed the newspaper off of the couch before the two head outside to their car.

"I'm tellin' you girl, we gotta get another job. 6:30 is too early to be getting up for work." Stated amber as brazil started the car, she turned on the heater to warm them up.

"We don't have a choice, we need the money." Brazil responded.

"You know we can just call Gail, she can get us a hook up on TNA."

"I'm not really into the wrestling scene Ams." brazil explained while trying to keep her eyes on the road.

"But we can make more money and be on t.v."

"No Amber, I'm happy where I'm at. Now let's just try to get through this day without any problems, unlike yesterday." Brazil glanced at her friend who was pouting, her head rested against the window.

"It's not my fault, she should have never touched my ass." Amber snapped.

"She was just trying to read the words on the back of your pants, you didn't have to back hand her...3 times." Smiling, brazil parked the car in the parking lot. The two got out and headed into the mall.

"Oh my god." Brazil turned around to see her friend focused on the piece of newspaper she had.

"What." Amber looked up and turned the paper around so she could read it, brazil squinted her eyes so she could see it better. "Would you like to be a diva in the WWE? We will be holding auditions for a potential diva to valet WWE superstar Triple H!" She read. Below were the places the auditions were being held, on the list was Detroit, Michigan.

"Well." Amber spoke up waiting for an answer.

Brazil shrugged, "What's your point?"

"Hello, you should audition."

"No." She stated simply.

"Why not?" Amber whined.

"I told you I'm not into the wrestling scene."

"But this is your chance, you always told me you dream of seeing yourself on t.v., of being a star. This could be it."

"But I don't really feel like standing behind a whole bunch of girls Ams."

Amber looked back down at the paper. "It says that you can send in a picture along with some things about yourself; personality, features, skills, education, talents." Brazil stared at her friend with the I-don't-know look. "Please, just try it."

Brazil groaned. "Alright, I'll do it, but I doubt I'll get picked out of like a million girls." Amber smirked and handed brazil the newspaper.

"You never know, you just might." she said before walking past her. Brazil glanced at the paper again before following her friend into Foot Locker to begin their work.