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Her pretty face donned a bright smile as she strutted her way to the ring, her mind on one thing and one thing only - the task at hand...
Stacy Keibler was glad she had more than halfway decent acting skills as she edged closer to the ring. If she wasn't so good at pretending, she'd probably have gagged her guts out by now. Although Rico was a bit of an oddball, he was a nice person. Miss Jackie, however... Well, the blonde Tough Enough 2 winner was something else...
The leggy blonde saw her cue and swiftly climbed up onto the ring apron. As La Resistance member Rene Dupree was facing her, she took the opportunity to do what she was supposed to and turned to flash her ass at him by lifting up her already tiny miniskirt. Rico then caught the young Frenchman and finished him off, thus winning the match.
It was all Stacy could do to keep from vomiting afterward as she grabbed a microphone and announced that if Playboy were looking for a diva tag team, "here we are!" Even worse, Miss Jackie slid under her legs, slithering almost like a blonde snake - which, of course, she pretty much *was*.
The tall diva was relieved when, a moment later, the segment had come to an end. All she could think of doing was returning to the back, away from this. It wasn't so much shaking her butt at Rene Dupree that bothered her - but having to make nice with Jackie Gayda, even for storyline purposes, was almost too much for her to bear. She and the other blonde did not get along. More aptly, Stacy couldn't *stand* Jackie - but that was because the other diva was a total bitch.
Ignoring Jackie, the leggy blonde walked extra quickly to the backstage area. She ignored the loud giggles from the other girl behind her, wanting only to grab her stuff from the women's locker room and leave. Since she was through for the night, she could do that.
"Hey, Stace..."
The tall young woman looked up to see Randy Orton standing just past the gorilla position, his Intercontinental title belt hoisted up on one shoulder. He was smiling at her genially. Despite the way he acted on the show, Stacy really liked him. In reality, he was a nice guy and a good friend.
"Hey, Randy..." she said, a genuine smiling coming to her face for perhaps the first time that night.
"Are you okay?" the young man asked, his expression growing concerned as he stepped nearer to her. He could tell she hadn't been thrilled about what she'd had to do.
"Yeah... I'll live. It was humiliating, but at least it's not-"
"Just the girl I was looking for!" a voice boomed, interrupting her in the process. Stacy felt her guard rising as she turned around to see RAW General Manager Eric Bischoff standing directly behind her, a stupid grin on his face as he leered her over.
Bischoff looked past the blonde diva at Randy.
"Ahh, the Legend Killer... Excuse us, we have a little business to attend to..."
Orton arched an eyebrow at that, wondering, just as Stacy no doubt was, what the GM was talking about. What kind of 'business' could he possibly have in mind with her?
"I thought I was finished for tonight."
"Not anymore, honey," Bischoff replied, his seemingly painted-on grin growing wider. Stacy shuddered inwardly at it as well as the man calling her 'honey.' What a sexist and inappropriate thing...
Randy still hadn't moved a muscle.
"You're free to go, Orton..."
Reluctantly, and with a hint of suspicion entering his blue eyes, the young man nodded.
"Okay..." Then, glancing back at Stacy, "I'll see you later, all right?"
"Sure," the leggy blonde said, nodding. When he was gone, Bischoff spoke again.
"Let's go to my office, shall we? I have a little business proposition for you and Miss Jackie."
Stacy frowned as she followed the man, her mind whirling. A business proposal for her *and* Jackie? Shit... That could *not* be good...
As they entered Bischoff's office, the leggy blonde felt her heart pounding uncomfortably as she caught sight of Miss Jackie, who was already there. The exhibitionistic diva was sitting on the black leather sofa in the room, chatting it up with some older man she'd never seen before. The blonde woman seemed extra friendly with him, too, as she sat very close to the man, her left hand toying with the collar of his shirt.
"Mr. Richardson, I present to you - Stacy Keibler!" Eric spoke, startling the man and Jackie alike - evidently, neither had even realized anyone else had entered the room.
The man rose to his feet to give the tall blonde a once-over.
Stacy swallowed hard, a clenching feeling overtaking the pit of her
stomach. Her conscience continued to shout at her - that this was
*so* not good...