This was it. The much-hyped and ever-anticipated Pay-Per-View event for the month of January. The WWF deemed it the 'Royal Rumble', based on the main event Battle Royal involving 30 wrestlers all vying for a shot at the WWF Championship at Wrestlemania in March. It was something more for me, though. I would make sure of it.
I strolled around backstage, whistling contentedly to myself. I was virtually swimming in the best the company had to offer here, names like Steve Austin and Triple H. Some were training diligently, others talking about their respective matches, while still others seemed care-free and even bored. Working here for years had dulled my awe in seeing these celebrities, but on big nights like these I still found myself a little star-struck. Few of them knew who I was, but it didn't bother me. How could they be expected to remember a lowly stagehand such as myself?
Due to recent surreal events involving a variety of WWF divas and myself, I was a tad distracted from the full spectacle of the Rumble. I was 'on the prowl', as it were, for another lovely young woman to add to my mental list of conquests. A very male way of looking at the situation, to be sure, but I could hardly be anything but myself. After fucking the likes of Trish Stratus and Lita you'd be pretty full of yourself too.
As I was passing one of the dull grey locker room doors, a hand reached out and grabbed me by the arm. Surprised, I tried to pull away, but the grip managed to yank me inside the room. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with Stephanie McMahon Helmsley, daughter of Vince McMahon himself (the head honcho of the company) and regular on television. She was an attractive woman, with long brown hair and a respectably feminine physique. Recently, she had shelled out the big money for breast implants. The cash had been well-utilized, since now she had a mammoth set of mammaries which seemed slightly out-of-place on her demure frame.
"I've heard all about you." she said, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Oh?" I was more than a little intimidated. She could fire me in a second if she saw fit.
"Messing around with all the girls, hmm?" she put a hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side.
"Umm... well..."
"You think you can get away with that? Do you?" the inflection in her voice was one of disdain.
"I dunno... I was just-"
She cut me off sharply, "I could put you out of work right now if I wanted, you know." Her words echoed my previous thoughts. Hardly a good sign.
"Trust me, I know."
"Oh, do you? Way ahead of me, huh?"
"No, that's not what I meant. I-"
"Shut up, you idiot. I'm not going to fire you. Yet."
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, "So what can I do for you, ma'am?"
She ignored the question, "I'm sure you think you're something special now. Fucking Stacy and Molly, and all the rest."
"Well..." I trailed off. I couldn't think of anything to say. She stepped closer to me, close enough that I could smell her sweet perfume. I was tempted to stare at her gigantic tits through her purple blouse, but resisted the urge.
"Were they good?"
"Huh?"
"Were they good? A good lay for you?"
The blank look on my face was no doubt serving to enforce her belief in me as a total moron, but I couldn't seem to coax any words from my mind. This fact didn't stop her from continuing to belittle me.
"You're not even that good-looking, you know. How did you manage to convince them all to screw you? Or did you just have your way through force?" she turned her nose up at me.
"Look, I didn't know you'd be so upset ma'am. I never would have done anything if I'd known." My excuses were transparent at best.
"Shut up. I think you know what you have to do now."