Disclaimer: OK you all know the story, don't read this if you're under 18. If you are practice wrestling moves on each other instead, Vince needs the law suits! Better yet do something stupid and blame video games, no one's sick of that argument!
Author: Pendulum
Author's note: Alright, this one had always been an idea of mine, festering in my head; it's sort of like a horny wrestling school. Imagine...Say Carry On Wrestling. The current plan is to feature the older talent and then move on to some of the newer divas. So, here we go, part 1 features Trish Stratus. Feedback is welcome to the comment box or e-Mailing me.
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I slammed down Takeshi Morishima, my latest protΓ©gΓ© in my Japanese Wrestling Dojo. Playing to the crowd I looked out and saw a very familiar face, one of the more noticeable in Wrestling. Shane McMahon was in attendance. Not letting it faze me, I spun round and planted a firm boot to Morishima's gut making the audience cry for my blood.
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Shortly after the match, (I lost) I was in my own personal locker room, dressing for my flight back to the States. Several short knocks came to the door, looking over my shoulder I answered in Japanese. Half expecting it to be Takeshi. Shane McMahon poked his head past the door and smiled. I smiled and welcomed him in.
"So, Mister McMahon...What can I do for you?" I asked, not really sure what Vince McMahon's son would want with me.
"Well, Adam. Can I call you Adam?" I nodded and made a 'continue' gesture with my hand. "Well, we've started to get serious about our Women's wrestling. And you're work over here has been unprecedented. I've been told to make you any offer to get you to come back and work in an women's wrestling dojo."
Shocked, I sat down trying to swallow it all. "You want me to come back to the States and become a trainer?" I asked, trying to clarify what Shane had just said. Nodding, he confirmed what I though. "I don't get it though, you guys must have hundreds of great agents over there already on your payroll. Why bring me in to do it?"
Shane smiled and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, people have tried but failed. You've worked wonders on the females over here and we want that to come over to our roster. I've brought a file on things you'd need to learn, would you like to look it over?"
Sighing heavily, I nodded and took the file from Shane's hand. Opening the white folder up, I started to gaze over the information.
"Wait a minute...This four digit number here, the one with the dollar sign in front what's that?" I asked, pointing my forefinger to a number near the bottom of the second page.
Shane took the folder from me and looked to where I was pointing. "That is your base pay. You'll also get 10% of Diva's merchandise that you've helped train. Oh, that also includes the yearly calendar and DVD sales."
Quickly going over the maths in my head, I was sold. I'd be making much more than I managed here and my body wouldn't go through hell. Grabbing a pen, I cleared my throat. "Where do I sign?"
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"Yes Mister McMahon...Yes...Yes, I understand...Yes, the facility looks more than adequate. Will I have staff with me or will it be me by myself?" I see...Well Mister McMahon I'll have to let you go now. My first client's here, I will Mister McMahon. Thank you again!" Putting down my office's phone, I looked up to see the Canadian Bombshell, Trish Stratus. Taking her expensive looking sunglasses off, Trish locked her sultry eyes with me and smiled. I stood up and got chance to look over her amazing body. Wearing: a tight leather skirt that barely classed as a skirt, a tight black top covering her voluptuous chest and knee high leather boots. Hardly the apparel for a women's wrestler, I extended my arm and shook her hand politely. "Miss Stratus I presume?"
Nodding her head, Trish placed her dainty hand in my hand, shaking it. "Yes, are you the new trainer?" Trish smiled, her face lighting up.
"Yes, I'm sure it'll be a pleasure to work with you. Please, take a seat. So...You basically want the full package? Complete overhaul of skills?" I asked, looking over the paperwork she filled in.
Nodding, Trish licked her lips slightly and looked out of my office, glancing at the wrestling ring. Complete with mirrored surfaces on the top and around the side of it. "Yes please, say. What's with the mirrors?"
Tilting my head slightly, unsure of the question I looked at where she was looking and smiled. Sighing heavily I stood up, slowly walking around the table. "It's a thing the Japanese do. If you can see every move you do you can work on improving it. It worked for me."
"Oh," Trish simply said as she joined me at the doorframe. "So, do you want me to change?" Trish added, taking hold of the large bag near the door frame.
"Sure, the ladies changing room's just over there. I'll be in the ring once you're ready." I stepped out of the room, motioning to the small room at the back of the gym. I made my way to the ring and parted the ropes, warming up I slowly ran from side to side, stretching out the ropes.
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