Scott Chang was bored. He was sitting in his apartment bedroom fiddling with some old action figures, Iron Man and Batman. There wasn't much to do. Now in his mid-20's, the craziness of college life had slowed down. He wasn't seeing anyone, so he didn't have much to do on the weekends. Looks like a bummer night inside the apartment.
He slowly turned around in his revolving chair, admiring all the photos on his walls when his eyes fell upon a box of collectible sports cards in the corner. He went over and picked up the box, lazily opening the lid and sifting through the contents. There were some baseball cards, some basketball cards too. A lot of football cards. No big athletes to speak of.
Then, something caught his attention. He picked up a WWE Diva card. The photo was Torrie Wilson, a gorgeous Diva from the 2000's. She was wearing a tight white top and white short-short's. She had flowing blonde hair, large double-D breasts, and a great figure. Her smile radiated and suddenly Scott was thrown back to the past, to a moment he had almost forgotten about but remembered so vividly now.
It was summer of 2006 and 18 year old Scott was about to head off to college. He had just broken up with his girlfriend of two years, but a new start was ahead of him. However, he wished he had one more great hookup before he started as a college freshman. He was minding his own business when all of the sudden the doorbell rang.
He opened it and was shocked to see no other than Torrie Wilson on his doorstep. She was in her prime, as good as ever at 31 years old, fresh off an FHM photoshoot. She was wearing a button-up shirt with several buttons undone, showing off a pink lace bra holding her enormous, perfect breasts with maximum cleavage. She had tight, ridiculously tight leggings on and black stilettos.
"Hey Scott," she said casually with a smile. "Your aunt told me to drop by. Can I come in?" Scott didn't know what to say at first. His aunt worked at the WWE, but he had no idea she knew Torrie this well. His mom's little brother's wife always talked about the Divas and Scott's favorite Diva was always Torrie Wilson growing up, so he would always beg and plead for her to meet him, but he never actually believed his aunt would make it happen.
"Hey, Torrie Wilson. Can't believe my aunt said you would visit me!"
"Of course I would, I had to make an appearance before you went off to college, and now is the perfect time! Gosh, you're a lot taller than I expected! And cuter too! Wow! Your parents aren't home right?"
"Yep, I'm alone. Gosh um, do you think you could sign some magazines for me?"
"Sure thing!"
"I'll be right back!" Scott ran to his room to grab his Playboy, his FHM, and Muscle and Fitness where the scantily-clad Torrie was all plastered over and ran back downstairs.
"Oh man you're a huge fan! I'm flattered! Wow you have almost every shoot I've done."
"Yeah totally," Scott said, blushing. "I've been a big WWE fan."
"Yeah your aunt tells me! She said I'm your favorite Diva!"
"Yeah, I remember watching you ever since I was about 12 or 13."
"Very cool! It's always nice to see devoted fans. Your aunt told me you guys all watch the program together some nights. You see my latest fight?"
"Yeah, with Stacy Keibler? That was a great fight! You were so awesome, I thought the pin was unfair and kind of dirty!"
