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Paul Heyman tried his best not to grin from ear-to-ear as he eyed the three unexpected but lovely visitors in his office.
He slapped his meaty palms together, hoping that his salivation wasn't showing as he eyed Lita, Trish Stratus and Victoria in turn. The three RAW divas had come to request jobs on his show, SmackDown.
While Heyman was about as pleased as a stuffed pig to have the stunning beauties wanting to be a part of his show, he was confused. Why *would* they want to be here on SmackDown? Although gorgeous, all three were legitimate wrestlers, tough, skilled and talented - and the Women's championship was on RAW. The way he saw it, there had to be a reason - one he could not yet see - that they wanted to be here. Well, Lita's likely reason was obvious in that Edge, her longtime boyfriend, was a part of the SmackDown brand. But why would Trish and Victoria care to join her? The petite blonde and the raven-haired diva had each served several reigns as Women's champ, and he would think they would want a few more...
"So, that's the story," Victoria was saying. She'd pretty much been the spokeswoman for the gorgeous trio. Still, Paul wasn't sure how much he bought the muscular diva's explanation of RAW General Manager Eric Bischoff sexually harassing them backstage on a regular basis. He knew the man was no angel and had indeed harassed Stephanie McMahon for awhile when the brunette had still been General Manager of SmackDown - but he wondered. He really wondered.
Lita cocked her head to one side as she crossed her legs.
"I have another, far more important reason for wanting to switch shows, Paul - Edge has been complaining all the tme about how much he misses me," the redhead said.
Heyman nodded, as he was in complete understanding of the other man. Who *wouldn't* miss Lita? The blond Canadian was probably missing having sex with her on a nightly basis, as he no doubt had done back before the roster split. Lucky bastard...
"I see, ladies... I see," Paul said, the satisfaction returning to his face. He was already thinking of angles he could put them in, things he could make them do for ratings - but more importantly, for his own perverse pleasure. Oh, another HLA storyline would definitely suffice. At least a year before he'd become the GM, there'd been a fantasic angle featuring Dawn Marie and Torrie Wilson - he would *love* to see some tonsil action going on between Trish and Lita... or Trish and Victoria... *or* Lita and Victoria... And he realized he had to stop imagining such things right now, or else he'd be in trouble here in his office, in front of them...
"All right, ladies... I know Eric Bischoff doesn't put too much stock in Women's wrestling, so I'll tell you what..."
Inwardly, Lita rolled her eyes and thought, 'And you *do*?!' But she didn't speak a word of this aloud. They were here for their friend Dawn Marie - to help her.
"...You three are hired. Welcome to SmackDown." Paul stood up from his desk and offered each of the women his hand to shake. He had to refrain from indulging in the urge to lean in close to smell their hair...
"Thank you so much, Paul," Victoria said, making sure to keep a bright smile on her face. She hid her disgust as the portly man's beady brown eyes focused on her face - for some reason lingering on her mouth. Ugh... The thoughts *that* conveyed. Resisting her urge to gag, the raven-haired woman spoke again, her voice peaches and cream and sugary sweet. "We'll be sure not to disappoint you."
'Oh, you bet you won't, sweetcheeks,' Heyman thought as he contined to ogle her in a way he considered subtle enough to go unnoticed.
It was only when the three women had left the office and were several feet down the hall before Trish spoke up first.
"Eww! I think I need a shower after that!"
Victoria scowled in agreement.
"Did you notice how he seemed to be holding back? It was like he wanted to just eat me up or something..." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Lita made a face and stuck a finger in her mouth, pretending to vomit.
"The man's a slimeball... But let's not forget, we're doing this for Dawn Marie."
"That's fine, but if that jerk ever makes a move on me, I'll leave him a crippled, blubbering mess," Victoria promised.
Trish smiled.
"Not so sure that'd work, Vicki - he might *like* it!"