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Backstage at a SmackDown and ECW television taping in the early part of December 2006, Rebecca DiPietro the sultry and alluring Extreme Correspondent from ECW is standing near the ECW interviewing set as she glances over her notes for an interview she is conducting later in the night. Rebecca presses her soft, sultry lips together as she glances down at her notes on a sheet of paper, while she's dressed in a short black skirt and a tight-fitting red tank top.
As the sultry, seducing Extreme Correspondent reviews her notes for the ECW broadcast, fellow ECW Vixen, the hot and feisty Full Bodied Italian Trinity approaches Rebecca as she is dressed in a short black leather skirt, a piece of yellow caution tape wrapped around her chest, and a black leather cap onto of her soft black haired head.
"Yo...Bec, you got sec?" The hot Italian Vixen Trinity asks in her hot Italian accent as the sultry, alluring Rebecca DiPietro presses her lowers together and slowly turns around the face her fellow ECW Vixen.
"Umm yeah, sure Trinity...what's up?" Rebecca asks softly as she gently folds her arms against her largely rounded, firm chest.
"Well, you know, Bec...I've been hearin' those rumors about ya..." Trinity begins to say.
Rebecca pauses and raises an eyebrow "What rumors?" Rebecca asks.
"Oh, you know, girl...those ones about you and that boy K-Fed" Trinity says as she presses her soft Italian lips and nods her head before she smirks "You know...the ones 'bout you and him...bein' an item"
Rebecca's eyes widen as she's in a slight state shock before she shakes her head "Umm...Trinity, I have no clue what you're talking about..." Rebecca starts to say with a soft laugh "Honestly...K-Fed? Kevin Federline? Please... Trinity, he's not my type, he really isn't..." Rebecca states towards her fellow ECW Vixen.
"Oh...yeah...I didn't think so Bec, but ya know those rumors get started..." Trinity says with a nod of her head back as she glances away from Rebecca for a moment "But listen Bec...I gotta get goin' to warm up my boy Guido...catch ya later girl..." Trinity says before she starts to step away from the sultry Extreme Correspondent.
Rebecca nods her head and softly smiles "Yeah...see you later Trinity..." Rebecca says as she watches Trinity exit down the hallway. Rebecca raises an eyebrow and presses her soft, alluring lips together and slightly smirks "Yeah...he isn't my type...but I sure got one hell of an Extreme Exclusive from him..." Rebecca says as she slowly licks her soft, luscious lips.
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(A Few Weeks Ago...)
Inside a fancy hotel room, the most hated man in America, Kevin 'K-Fed' Federline, is admiring himself in a mirror, "Damn boy, you've got it tight, John Cena ain't gonna be able to handle all of this...." Federline says to himself. He's wearing some baggy jeans and a long t-shirt and he picks up a bottle of cologne from the dresser in order to put some on. "Cause he can't see me.... Neither can all them posers...." Federline says when there's a knock on the hotel room door. Federline puts the bottle of cologne down on top of the dresser and goes to open the hotel room door, "Hey I didn't order any room service..." Federline says as he looks out into the hall, but he instantly raises an eyebrow and smirks a bit when he sees the sultry hot Rebecca DiPietro standing out in the hallway, "But I do like what came up..." Federline says, "What do you want?" Federline asks as he leans against the doorway of his hotel room.
The sultry, alluring ECW Vixen Rebecca DiPietro presses her soft, luscious lips together as she stands out in the hallway in front of hotel room door belonging to Kevin Federline. "Hello there..." Rebecca says in a soft, alluring tone as she's dressed in a short black skirt and a tight-fitting white buttoned up long-sleeved shirt with the first three buttons loosened to show over some of her slyly alluring cleavage. "I'm Rebecca...ECW's Extreme Correspondent..." Rebecca says as she locks her soft, slyly seductive eyes on the most hated man in America "I hear...you're going to playing things RAW in the next couple of weeks..." Rebecca says as she lightly tosses her soft light brown hair back "And...seeing as I am...the Extreme Correspondent...I'd love to get an Extreme Exclusive with you."
Federline rolls his eyes a bit, "God damn it... I can't ever get away from the damn press...always hounding me and shit...." Federline says as he as he looks at Rebecca, "But at least you're a hot looking one..." Federline says in his usual cocky tone as he steps back, "So come on in...."
Rebecca slyly raises an eyebrow and smirks as she casually steps into the surprisingly very fancy hotel room of Federline. "Oh...Kevin...or can I call you K-Fed?" Rebecca asks with a soft, seductive laugh as she places her hands on her smoothly rounded hips and allows her lust-filled eyes to glance at the baggy-clothed body of Kevin Federline.
"Shit, it don't matter to me.... all the press calls me the same shit at the end of the day anyway...." Federline says as he closes the hotel room door once Rebecca has entered. "So.... let me ask right off... what has got you coming here? Cause if it's about that whole shit with Britney I ain't talking..."
Rebecca slyly bites down on her bottom lip as she keeps her lust-filled, alluring eyes locked on Kevin Federline "Oh...K-Fed, Kevin...I'm not here to talk about her...I'm here for the extreme scoop on you..." Rebecca says with a sly, seductive smirk as she slowly licks her soft, luscious lips. The sultry Extreme Correspondent takes a step forward towards Kevin Federline as she keeps her seductive hands on her smoothly rounded hips. "That's all...and maybe...I could show you the meaning of extreme..." Rebecca says in a soft, alluring voice. "But first...things first...what's your strategy against John Cena?" Rebecca asks with a sly smirk.
Federline smirks, "Hey now... that's top secret...." Federline says as he slightly checks Rebecca out as she steps towards him, "But what I can say is that... I've got it all planned out... my boy Johnny Nitro... he's been showing me all of Cena's weaknesses.... and he won't be seeing more... or what's coming when I pin his ass...." Federline answers.
Rebecca nods her head as she raises an eyebrow "So...you like playing... with fire?" Rebecca asks in a soft, seductive before she presses her lips together "I do...I love playing...with...fire..." Rebecca says with alluring, lust-filled smirk.
Federline notices the sultry seductive look on Rebecca's face and he smirks, "Hey... playing with fire is what I'm all about.... I hook up with a hot piece of ass.... and I get flamed all over the place by everyone..." Federline says, "No one realizes that I was a professional dancer. a model, an actor, and that I'm a rapper... and now a wrestler.... shit.... I do it all... and people still throw me into the damn fire..." Federline says, sounding extremely bitter towards how he's treated by the media.
Rebecca seductively grits her teeth together as she takes another step forwards so that she is standing directly in front of Kevin Federline, practically face to face "You know...Kevin...I'm part of the media..." Rebecca says with a soft, seductive voice as she reaches forward and places her seductive hands against Federline's baggy t-shirt covered chest "And...I love giving everyone the extreme exclusive...they deserve..."
Kevin Federline raises an eyebrow, "What's this crazy shit? You wanna dance with this pimp?" Federline says with smirk as he feels Rebecca's hands moving slightly over his baggy t-shirt covered chest.
Rebecca presses her soft, luscious lips together as she locks her lust-filled, seducing eyes with Kevin Federline before she slowly nods head "Oh yeah...I want to play...with fire..." Rebecca DiPietro says with sly smirk as she moves her seductive hands down from his baggy t-shirt covered chest to his stomach.
Federline's smirk gets a bit bigger as he licks his lips, "You know... I get all caught up in this shit... and jackoffs keeps on talkin' and trying to make me snap and lose control and shit... but you're all right baby...." Federline says as Rebecca slowly moves her hands over his t-shirt covered stomach before moving them further down.