At an ECW event weeks before Extreme Championship Wrestling's 1996 edition of Heatwave is scheduled, 'The Franchise' Shane Douglas is returning to his abysmal locker room that is below his standards. Dressed in yellow wrestling trunks Douglas sits down on a metal folding chair. "Heh, heh, heh that idiot Jericho doesn't realize it's just a matter of time before I take back MY Television title..." Shane laughs as he starts to take off his wrestling boots.
"Haven't you heard..." A female voice says from the doorway of the locker room doorway. Douglas looks up and sees the manager of the Pitbulls, 'The Beast Master' Francine, dressed in a black leather top that is low cut to show off her large, round and firm tits and in a leather skirt that is so short that Douglas can see almost every inch of her smooth, tanned and incredibly sexy legs.
Douglas looks at Francine with a glare, "What are you talking about you bitch?"
Francine smirks as she steps into the locker room, letting the door close behind her. "The match at Heatwave... is now a four way dance... it's going to be you... versus Chris Jericho... versus 2 Cold Scorpio... and... my vicious Pitbull # 2... who took the Television title from you if I recall correctly..." Francine says in a sultry voice as she looks at the toned and tanned upper body of 'The Franchise.'
Shane Douglas grits his teeth as he stands up, "Listen here... I'm the Franchise of ECW.... And ..."
"And the only reason you lost was because I was at ring side..." Francine smirks as she finishes Douglas' sentence, "Believe me... I've heard you whine about that little detail"
Shane Douglas stands up, "What do you want?" Douglas says, growing increasingly annoyed with Francine.
Francine smirks, "I'm here to offer my services....both managerial and personal...." Francine says as she presses her lips together.
"What?" Douglas asks as he looks at Francine with a suspicious look.
Francine steps towards Douglas and presses her hands on her hips, "I'm growing tired of controlling two... idiots... who can't control themselves outside the ring.... And are extremely overrated inside the ring as well.... I've taken them as far as they are going to go...." Francine says, "I believe it's time... I took a role... that's a little more... supportive... for a franchise..."
'The Franchise' looks at Francine with a raised eyebrow, "I have no need for a cheerleader..."
Francine smirks, "Not even... a HEAD cheerleader?" Francine asks as she slides her hands against her own hips, then stomach before she lifts up her leather top to expose her rounded, firm tits. She pulls her top over her head and drops it on floor of the locker room.
Douglas smirks a bit as he looks at Francine's tits, "All right... heh, heh, heh... now I'm interested..." Douglas says.
Francine licks her lips, "I thought you would be..." Francine says as she brings her hands to Douglas' crotch and she begins to rub his hardening cock through the material of his yellow trunks.
"Mmmm.... well I haven't made my decision yet..." Douglas says.
"Of course not... I have to be 'franchised' first..." Francine says as she pushes down Douglas' wrestling trunks, freeing his nine inch cock, which is fully hard and pointing right at her. Francine smirks before she quickly drops to her knees and quickly wraps her lips around his thick dick. "Mmmmm... mmm..." Francine moans as she pulls Douglas' trunks all the way down to his feet as she starts to bob her head on his cock.
"Ohhhh yea....mmm...." Shane Douglas moans as he steps out of his wrestling trunks. He grabs a handful of Francine's brown hair as slaps her tongue against the underside of his shaft. Francine looks up at him with her sultry eyes as she increases the pace of how she quickly she's sucking his cock.
