Just Playin a Game
Summary: Vince thinks Triple H should up his sex appeal by getting a female valet.
3 days later at an apartment in Detroit
Brazil was in the kitchen fixing her a ham sandwich while Amber was taking a shower. She walked into the living room and plopped down comfortably on the couch, grabbing the remote, she turned on the television to watch VH1's "Behind the Music: TLC".
The fact that brazil hadn't got a call back from the auditions didn't bother her one bit, she knew they weren't gonna pick her. The only reason she did it was so amber could shut up and stop bugging her about it. As Brazil watched as footage of Left Eye burning her boyfriend's house showed, her phone rang.
She reached over beside her to answer it, her eyes and attention focused on the t.v. "Hello?"
"Hi, may I speak to Ms. Miller."
"This is she."
"Oh hello. My name is Shane McMahon." Because Brazil didn't watch wrestling like Jonathan and Amber, she was oblivious to who Shane McMahon really was.
"Hi Shane, what can I do for you?" On the other line shane was surprised at how calm she was being.
"Um, well I received your resume and picture for the audition to be a valet in the WWE." Brazil was now focused on the call.
"Really, you did?"
"Yes I was very impressed with what you've done, and your features are phenomenal." complemented Shane.
Brazil blushed, she had never heard a man say those things about her, "Why thank you Mr. McMahon."
"I would like to have you meet me for an interview, just to see if you're the real deal." She could not believe this was happening, to her.
"Uh, sure. Where would you like to meet?"
"Um, do you know the Starbucks on 34th street?"
"Yeah, I live near there."
"Me too, so that's perfect. How about we meet there tomorrow around noon?"
"That's good for me, thank you very much Mr.McMahon."
"Your most welcome, I look forward to meeting you. Good-bye Ms. Miller."
"Bye." Brazil ended the call and rested her head on the back of the couch in shock. They had picked her, at least she hoped. "I can't believe it."
"I told you." Brazil turned around to be looking at Amber. She was dressed in sweat pants and a black tank top.
There was silence for a minute or two before both busted out screaming for joy.
The next day at the Detroit hotel
Shane was looking at himself in the mirror, he brushed off his black Armani suit before smirking at his reflection.
"Why can't I come?" Asked Triple H who was laying on the couch watching FastLane.
"Because I don't wanna just pick this girl because she looks good in some bra and panties. We have a lack of diva material on Raw, this could be our chance to really make something out of this girl."
"What does that have to do with me?" He asked turning to him.
"Your gonna be a distraction."
"How so?"
"Because when I'm trying to ask her questions, she's gonna be too distracted seeing a waterfall of drool coming from your mouth."
"Screw you, I better meet her next time." The Game stated before turning back to the t.v. Shane rolled his eyes as he grabbed his keys and left.
Around ten minutes later Shane was walking into the Starbucks café. He made sure to wear sunglasses so nobody would recognized him, after looking around he finally spotted a woman sitting by herself at a far away table. She looked bored and was tracing her fingers over the brim of her drink, he casually walked over to her and had a seat.
"Ms. Miller I presume." He said with a smile. The woman looked up at the stranger.
"Um, yes. Are you Shane McMahon?" She asked.
"The one and only." He replied, the two shook hands.
"Nice to meet you."
"Likewise." After Shane ordered a cappuccino, they began the interview. "So first things first, tell me about yourself." He asked before taking a sip of his drink.
"Well, I'm 26 years old, a college graduate and I've been a work-out instructor for the past 3 years."
That explains that body. "What about personality and talents?"
"Oh, well I'm really nice and I communicate well, I speak Spanish, Russian and French and really that's about it, there's nothing much to me."
Shane nodded as he finished his cappuccino, "Now it's time for questions. First off, have you wrestled before?"
Brazil shook her head, "No, I don't even watch it."
That explains why she hasn't been acting like a crazed fan. "Would you like to learn?"
"You mean learn to wrestle?"
"Yeah, see some of the divas that we have right now are what I like to call 'sex-toys'. They're not really meant to wrestle, just for eye candy." he explained. "I really want to make something out of you, truthfully I think you have great potential."
"Really?" he nodded. "Wow, thanks."
"One more thing...do you know how to work a sledgehammer?"
"Well I've used one before with my dad."
"Then that's it."
"Huh?" Brazil asked confused, she watched as shane rose to his feet.
"I'll be calling you in a few days to schedule your plane to meet with me and my dad in Connecticut."
"Wait a minute, does this mean I'm hired?"
"Let's just say this, welcome to the WWE."
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