This story is obviously of a fictional nature. It is not suitable for anybody under the age of 18. I was a huge wrestling fan in the late 1990s and early 2000s so most of my stories will focus on that period.
It was May 9, 1999 and we were in St. Louis for WCW's annual Slamboree pay-per-view event at the TWA Dome. My name's Jeff Willis. I worked for the company as a production assistant that started one year earlier. I was about to turn 30 years old. During my first year with WCW, I really wanted to date some of the women in the company, but nothing ever happened past casual sex. As a 6'2" 215 pound guy that was in shape, I had no problem meeting women or talking to women.
During the late afternoon, they had a big buffet set up in the backstage area. I decided to go there because I was starving after being in the arena helping to set things up all day. There really weren't that many people around as I was filling up a plate with some fruit, but then I got a tap on my shoulder. It was the lovely female wrestler Madusa aka Debra Miceli, who I didn't know that well because she was off TV for a few years. She asked if she could talk to me, so I said sure.
We sat down at a table with our fruits and snacks on our plates. She was wearing a tight top that was like a t-shirt and some jeans. Even though she wasn't showing any cleavage, I marveled at her tits right in front of me.
Me: "What's going on Madusa...I mean Debra?"
Her: "You can call me Madusa or Duce, sugar. I know we don't know eachother that well because I was out of the ring for a couple of years, but I did some asking around recently and found out that you suggested that I join this Team Madness group. Is that right?"
I smiled at her.
Me: "Yeah. We were in this production meeting and they were talking about ways to get Macho something of an entourage that was different. We didn't want it to be just Gorgeous George. So I said let's get him three girls β a young trained girl like Mona and a veteran that can be a mentor, so of course I mentioned you."
Her: "Well, I'm so glad that you did because I've been sitting at home for the last two years waiting for something to do. I'm so grateful for you."
She put her left hand on top of my right hand. I noticed no ring on her finger even though I was pretty sure she got married. I wasn't going to ask about it.
Me: "Hey no problem. I really don't get a lot of creative input. I mostly just work to help produce the shows and if they need ideas I'm happy to try to help."
Her: "Well between us, if this opportunity didn't come out I may have had to retire from the business because it's not like the WWF would ever want me back."
Me: "Oh right, the whole title in the garbage thing."
Her: "Yeah. But that was in the past. I'm looking ahead to the future...and tonight."
She paused to smile at me and then she ate a piece of banana slowly. A hint or just random?
Her: "As you know I'll be ringside for the George/Robinson match, which should be hilarious. It's about the midway point of the show. I was wondering β if you're not too busy with work β if we could hang out later. Think of it as a celebration and a thank you because you helped me get my WCW job back."
Me: "I'd love to. I can even make it happen that my work is done after your match so once you're done I'm done and we can figure it out from there."
Her: "That's perfect." She smiled at me big time. "I'll come find you before I enter for the match. I want you to see my outfit up close. I think you'll like it."
Me: "I look forward to it."
With that, we both got up out of chairs and went on our way to do our thing. I left that meeting excited about what might happen, but I honestly didn't know either.
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It was around 8pm central time as I was working on a few things backstage and getting ready to leave with Madusa after the George/Robinson match.
"How do I look?"
It was Madusa. I turned around and saw her standing there in this silver/black low cut top, a black leather skirt and black high heels.
"Wow!" I looked her up and down. "You look incredible."
She smiled: "Thank you. Come here."
She pulled me into this small dressing room and closed the door.
I was pressed up against the door as she spoke. "I never usually dress like this, but figured it's a pay-per-view so might as well rock some leather and heels. Can you put this on my neck?"
She handed me this collar necklace thing that had a triangle in the front of it.
"No problem." She turned around. I smelled her. "Damn you smell so good."
She ran her fingers across my face. "Y'know, I'm not expecting some fancy dinner or anything like that. You've earned much more than that."
"Really," I asked while playing with her hair. "How about a preview?"