WWF RP with a twist Phoenix style

[Renegade]

Kurt Angle

OOC: Just had to get into the action huh Phoenix? lol

I'll cut the storys of these three in half.

IC: (Edge and Christian)

The two brothers lay there along with Moreheads bodyguards after getting their asses totaly kicked(sorry, couldn't resist lol)by Dragon and Stone Cold. After they pull themselfs back to their feet, they try to collect their thoughts after the beating they had received.

"Dude, that was totaly uncool" complains christion to his older brother as he puts his shades back on.

Edge agrees, "Oh totaly, let's try to jump them before they get away. Here, grab a chair and let's get them."

They both take a steal chair in their hands and run after Rock and his friends.

(Kurt Angle)

I had barely noticed Craven Morehead enter the locker room as my eyes had stayed glued to Trish's lower body. Being the man that I was, I should have left by now to let her have her privacy. However, the sight of her practicly half naked kept me from any practical thought.

Soon, I realised that we must both look pretty stupid to be gawking at her like this, but it just didn't seem very important at the time.

OOC: Kurts part was short, but I want to give mfucker a chance to reply to Craven suddenly bursting in before I move us into anything.

 

[mfucker]

OOC: thanx Dirk.

Trish:

Before I could complete my seduction of the recent WWF champion, I was rudely interrupted, by none other than the boss himself.

I smiled to myself, thanking my lucky stars. I could kill two birds with one pus.. stone I mean.

I paused for awhile, making sure that the boss could see exactly what Kurt had seen only moments ago, before standing up, letting the hem of the baby doll fall back to its place way above my knees. However, I dropped a shoulder this time, letting one of the straps of my baby doll to fall off, exposing more flesh of my infamous tits.

'What can I do for both of you gentlemen?' I said in my most husky voice; it could literally make men cream in their pants.

 

[Renegade]

Kurt Angle

As she asked us what we wanted, I couldn't help but look at her chest as her breasts became more exposed to our view. Slowly, I was able to move my eyes from her chest to meet her own lovely eyes. That sweet, yet wicked, smile of hers made me forget what I had come in here for in the first place.

Not to mention that all of this teasing from her was making me regret wearing my skin tight uniform at the moment. The tightness it had around my crotch was making it hard to hide my forming erection from Trish, it's true, it's true(sorry, had to do that lol). Trying to cover it up, I take a few steps towards trish as I remember what I had wanted.

"I was interested in, uh, seeing if your team could help me out but since you said they can't, I shouldn't be here" I stutter out as I try to keep myself from looking like an idiot. Well it was to late for that.

 

[Dirk13]

The Rock, The Dragon, The RattleSnake

OOC: i think kurt angle is gay, its true, its true, but whatever, the stupid hypocrite...its true...its true (sorry for using your line but heeeeey...)

IC:Rock:

As i hear running foot steps we turned around, seeing the two wanna be garth and waynes running after us with chairs, we raise are feet as they run at us right before they swing, hitting the chair in their faces, stone cold jumps down starting to beat on Christians head, and The Dragon grabs Edge and puts him in a Power Bomb onto the chair. We walk away looking back at the two battered and bruised chumps and walk off without saying a word.

 

[mfucker]

Trish:

'My team? Of course my team is available to help. But it really depends on what team you are talking about, and what kind of help.' I said, taking a step towards Kurt. I know men feel all queasy when I get close to them; once I close in on the distance, he would be mine.

Stepping to the side, I face Craven, smiling.

'You're here for my team as well?' Putting one hand on my hips, as I strike a perfect alluring model pose.

 

[Phoenix]

Watching Trish I realized one inevitable universal question was finally answered. "Yes there is a GOD, because that and a damn good plastic two ways a Trish Stratus could be possible, but anyways I got to get my head back in the game and no I do not mean the lower head. I stammered out "Uh since I am new to this orgy err organization, I was thinking of forming a team or a small group of wrestlers and I just cummed err came here to see if you and your tit....I mean team would be willing to join with me....I mean join me. hehe."

OK so it was not the most eloquent moment but dammit a half nekkid Trish Stratus was in front of me. I adjusted my tie, hoped that both Trish and Kurt did not catch my indescressions and did not notice the tent in my suit pants.

Meanwhile outside the camera flashed a quick segue to the dark limo outside again.

OCC: Hey Ren is mf as Trish Stratus how can I pass on that.
Plus I had to do it. It was uh good for ratings. Ratings oh yeah. Ratings and we all know Rating are important. ( Brain: We don't have ratings in these threads.
J: Shaddup before I force you to endure 24 hours straight of Carson Daly mannerisms
Brain: OK I am sorry you are the man
J: That's better.)

 

[mfucker]

Trish:

I couldn't help but giggle at Craven's little mix-up. He looked so cute flustered, as his tongue searched desperately for words.

Sensing that he might need a little more persuasion, I absent-mindedly pulled the other shoulder strap of my baby doll off, before folding my arms across my chest, the flimsy material ready to fall apart anytime.

'Sure, my team would love to join you,' I turned towards Kurt. 'What about you Kurt?'

 

[Renegade]

Kurt Angle

Snapping back out of my daze, I look back at Trish as she asks me a question. I had heard it, but being the kind of guy that I was, I didn't get her come on and thought it was a regular question(hey Kurt has misunderstood Trishs come ons before heh heh).

Meeting her look as she slowly approached me, I tell her "Sure thing, Trish. I mean uh I think it would be great to be apart of your team."

Little did I know what I was agreeing myself to. I blush slightly when I notice Trish glimpse at my groin area. She must have noticed the erection forming there by now. Why couldn't I have worn my baggy jogging pants today?

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Molly Mounds, RN

The heels of my pumps clicked along the floor and my stockings made a swishing sound as I made my way toward Mr. Morehead's office.
There's a tremendous noise ahead a bit and I round the corner to find three huge men walking away from what looks like it may have been a fight. Not much of one, by the looks of it. They don't look scratched and their "opponents" are laying on the floor.
I never really followed much wrestling, but I do watch TV and I think I recognize one of them as a guy known as the Dragon, but I can't be quite sure.

I cleared my throat and they turned around. Getting a clear look at those mountains of beefcake made my pussy tingle. "Can you help a woman in distress?" I ask in my best Marilyn Monroe voice.

OOC: Okay! A woman!! Molly is a nurse, so she's wearing what nurses wear: a (very!) short white dress that buttons up the front. Too many buttons are undone, showing off tons of cleavege framed by a red lace bra. Molly's last name has meaning -- her tits are huge. She may have been a stripper to pay her way through college. She's about 5'10" in her white high heels. Trim, but curvy in all the right places. She's wearing white stockings held up by a red garterbelt and has matching red panties. Shoulder length blonde hair, makeup maybe a little on the trashy side, blue eyes. The kind of nurse that makes you want very badly to get "sick."

 

[mfucker]

Trish:

I looked from man to man, and noticed that both of them had the same reaction to my...little teasing. Point scored for me.

Smiling, I pulled both shoulder straps back to my shoulders where they belong to. I could sense a slight disappointment in the eyes of both men.

'So I guess we all have a busy night ahead. If you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to change. I'm looking forward to our...new partnership,' I said, as I stepped forward and squeezed both men in their groin area.

Then I stood next to the open door, smiling. This wasn't going to be the last I would see of them, tonight.

 

[mfucker]

OOC: Looking forward to meeting Ms Mounds.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

thanks mfucker I'm looking forward to meeting you all -- especially since Phoenix promised me Renegade !!

 

[Phoenix]

JayDen in "Back to Buisness"

As Trish escorted me and Kurt out of the room. I could have sworn that she squeezed my uhh....baseball bat. Once the door closed I looked at Kurt, he looked at me and without speaking we said "We will never talk about this again. Nothing happened and let's run like hell."

And in a flash we went our seperate ways down the hall me to my office and him to well where the hell does Kurt go. Once inside my office I took a cold shower and slipped in an attire more suiting for someone like me. Yup from Armani to a pair of FUBU jeans, a white T-Shirt with a black WWF baseball jersey,the latest pair of Nike sneakers and an exquisite gold necklace with a gold and diamond WWF pendant. Yup my executive wear.

Once I settled back in my office I started to work on paperwork and after a few minutes of dealing with road agents, contract renegotiation, and storyline screenings, a knock on the door interrupted my work.
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Meanwhile outside the driver of the limo takes his position next to the left door of the limo as the show went to commercial


OCC: Hey just because Renegade is here doesn't mean you got to ignore the Phoenix aka The Main Event

 

[mfucker]

Trish:

As I closed the door behind me, I looked down at my lingerie, and did a little twirl on the spot; I was pleased at how the baby doll I had on had brought me not one, not two, not even three but five men. (I failed to mention my earlier fling with the photographer) But a lady needs a break from long hard you know whats sometimes, so I guess the baby doll has to go.

I pulled it over my head, and flung the lingerie aside, as I peered into my overfilled wardrobe. I was about to pick out my customary black tank top with the really short black miniskirt when I decided to be naughty just for tonight.

I picked out a really light pink cut-off tee shirt; somehow I manage to squeeze my tits into it as I put it on but it is a little too short, so the underside of my breasts are exposed. My hard nipples also poke out at the front, and with the light colour it was really apparent. Next I picked out a pair of denim shorts; sliding it up my long slim legs, I turned to see myself in the mirror and there was a hint of my butt cheeks getting exposed. That should do it.

I left my room, wanting to find TNA first; they were still of use to me. But then I walk by Craven's room, and wonder if I should take my little flirting slightly further this time, now that we were alone. I knocked.

OOC: If you were expecting someone else, just pretend that I didn't knock yea. I can always go look for Test and Albert.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

OOC: I was on my way to his office, but left room for playing with Dirk first. If he doesn't get going, I'll stop by Craven's office just to get going in this thread. Of course, I could always interrupt....you don't think he'd complain of TWO women, do you?

 

[Renegade]

Kurt Angle

After making a break from Trishs locker room, I head down the hall towards my own room. Running into the empty locker room, I close the door behind me and begin to think about what had just happened. What had happened? One moment, I was ready to try to get T&A to help me out against Rocks group. Then the next, I'm standing there with an erection as Trish came onto me and Craven.

Speaking of Craven, where the hell where those idiots, Edge and Christion? As if on cue, there was a weak knock on my door and some low moaning from the outside. I open it and watch on as a badly injured Edge, helped an even more injured Christion into the locker room.

I throw my arms into the air and yell, "What the hell happened to you two!?! You were supposed to find Craven and find out what his 'surprise' was, not get the crap kicked out of yourselfs!"

Edge tells me, "Kurt, we were on our way to Cravens office when we ran into Austin, The Rock, and Dragon. Now, being the men that we were, we walked over to say hello to them when they suddenly attacked us for no reason."

Christion jumps in, "Yeah, and if you think we look bad, you should see what we did to them."

"Oh totaly," agreed Edge as the two high-fived each other then continue to moan in pain.

Giving up on this conversation, I tell them "Will you two shut up for a minute? I need to think about a few things that just happened."

The two continue to chatter on their own as I lay back in my seat to think over what's happened earlier. I was sure of one thing: The next time I meet Trish, I'm wearing a pair of baggy pants.

 

[mfucker]

OOC: Don't think he would complain. There are but two of us ladies around though; if we both hit on the same guy the rest of the men will get neglected.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

OOC: you are so right mf I'll give Dirk til tomorrow (I have a paper for my human reproduction class to write anyways). If he doesn't show up by tomorrow, I'll go for whoever you didn't, okay? I'm excited to get Molly into the action. (I can't believe I gave her that name!)

 

[mfucker]

OOC: Let's call her Ms Mounds then; sounds more appropriate.

 

[Phoenix]

Craven Morehead in "A Wet Dream Come True"

Looking up from my work I told Willie the road agent to call me back and yelled come in. I wonder who it was it at my door. I did not know too many people in the company besides the bookers, the writers and a few of the wrestler, oh and that nurse I spoke on the phone about giving me a physical.

When the door opens I am in awe of the sight in front of me. I was welcome to the gorgeous visage of one Trish Stratus. I immdeiately got up and offered her a seat while pulling her chair out for her. As I walked back to my desk I silently thanked God for my switching to the babby jeans compared to the Armani dress pants.

After sinking into my confortable leather chair, I looked at my frazzled jumbled desk and cleared up the paperwork and unintentionally giving Trish a view of the tent in my jeans

OCC: Two women offend me pssssshaa. please that offends me then offend me all you want.

 

[mfucker]

Trish:

I couldn't help but smile when I saw the tent once again at the front of Craven's pants. Just only a while ago, I had my hands wrapped around it when I gave it a naughty squeeze. It certainly felt alot bigger than it looked, and harder too.

'First thing,' I stood up and did a twirl on the spot. 'My new wrestling outfit. Like it?' He nodded. I smiled.

'Next, what's on for me tonight?' I asked, in a suggestive tone. Wrestling or not, I was ready to take on anything.

 

[kidgifted]

Crash Holly

"Oh Boy OH Boy!! What a Lucky Day. Mr Morehead is going to be so glad to meet. I bet once he sees how nice I am that he will surely give me a chance at the Euro or Intercontinental or The World Championship title, I have the HArdcore title already but it's just too stressful for me. I just keep getting beat up day after day after day. I need to have another title to make me look like something more than a pip-squeek. I just will have to put on the extra charm for him to get me my chance."

Spraying some Pinesol Ayresol can on me as I walk out of the locker on my way to introduce myself to the boss. Thinking about how I should impress the man.
Bulging biceps or thundering calves or some super quick move??? <<<Idiot He's seen all that>>>.

Sucking Up??? <<< Moron. A man like that already has all
the yes-men and already knows he is the master of the universe>>>

Begging??? <<< Maybe. A man of his stature might take pity on me or he could just have me tossed in the garbage with the rest of the trash>>>

I continue to walk towards Mr Morehead's office when I enter one hallway the lights go out and I am struck from behind.

OOC: Sorry for delaying of the post hope this is OK??? First Real Post

 

[Dirk13]

The Rock, The Dragon, The RattleSnake

The Dragon:

I waved my hand and The Rock and Stone Cold walked off, i turned my attention to this skantily clad very fine woman in front of me "well, what might your problem be?" i said as i looked down twords her. I gave her one of my big sexy smiles.

The Rock: i walked up to my locker room, i nodded to stone cold and he went to his own, i walked in and began to change.

Stone Cold: I walked onto my locker room, and the damn security gaurds gathered around again when i walked in. I pulled out my duffle bag and got my stuff ready to change into my wresting stuff...damn morehead, a title shot...we all wanted it...but who would win...


OOC: sorry sorta buisy this weekend, so i wasn't able to post, oh and phenix...can i chose who wins this match? since they are my chars....unless theres another guy...which i don't know about yet....

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Molly Mounds, RN

OOC: I was getting a little anxious... but all is well now.

IC: I smiled up at the mountain of maleness in front of me. He was enough to get my juices flowing just looking at him.
"I'm looking for the infirmary, then Mr. Morehead's office," I said, batting my eyelashes at him. I adjusted my shoulders so he could see straight down my cleavege.
"Could you help me? With all these men walking around, well, I just don't feel safe!" I looked up at him with a little pout, hoping he would personally escort me, then perhaps stay and help me get settled. Well, after all, I needed to verify he was...fit, didn't I?

 

[Dirk13]

The Dragon

I looked down at her, i could see a fare amount down her top, "well, i would be glad to..." i said sorta trailing off. "this way to the infirmiry" i raised my hand and walked in front of her down the hall, we got there, and i opened the door, nobody was in there right now, and i held it open for her to walk in. "would you like to stay?" she asked me again with that sexy voice of hers, all i could really do was nod and walk in, closing the door behind me.