If you have been paying attention to the WWF lately, you know that the women seem to be upstaging the men on a regular basis. Whether it's Stephanie and Debra involved in a cat fight, Trish and Terri having a wet T-shirt contest or Stacy and Torrie squaring off in an eggnog match. At every turn, the women are stealing the show from the men of the WWF.
Stacy and Torrie are two of the Federation's newest rising stars. Torrie is the voluptuous valet of Japanese star Tajiri, while Stacy is the sexy siren that escorts the Dudley Boyz. Both women joined the Federation shortly after the acquisition of WCW. Both have had an immediate impact on the company.
Early last year before either of them made their first appearances on WWF TV, they were training with some other WWF stars when I got a phone call from Shane McMahon.
"Hey Shawn, it's Shane, how you doing?" he said energetically.
"I'm fine Shane, what's going on?" I answered.
"I got two girls I need you to write into a few shows. Can you do that for me?"
I paused for a minute, all the shows were already crowded with superstar after superstar. How was I gonna squeeze somebody else in, let alone two somebody's?
"C'mon Shawn, I'll owe you."
I exhaled deeply, "All right Shane," I paused. "I'll do it, but you owe me big time."
"No problem, no problem at all. I really appreciate this Shawn."
"So, who are these two girls that I'm putting into the show?" I asked curiously.
"Torrie Wilson and Stacy Kiebler."
"Stacy Kiebler?" I questioned. "I know who Torrie Wilson is but who the hell is Stacy Kiebler?"
"Ya know, Stacy. She used to go by the name 'Miss Hancock'" he answered back.
"Oh okay, I know who you're talking about. When can I meet with them?"
"I'll set it up for tomorrow, thanks again Shawn."
"No prob."
I hung up the phone and looked at it for about five minutes. "How in the hell am I gonna write them into a show?" I said to myself. I knew that I had to come up with something quick. I'd be pitching my ideas to them the next day.
When I arrived the following afternoon at the arena, I saw Torrie and Stacy in the ring working out with Al Snow and Crash Holly. They were each dressed in sweatpants and oversized T-shirts that did absolutely nothing for their amazing bodies. Both of them also had their hair tied up in ponytails. I watched them bounce off the ring ropes and take bumps from afar for about ten minutes when Shane and Stephanie came out from the backstage area.
"How you doing Shane?" I greeted as I reached my hand out to him.
"Great, just great. I'm a little pumped about the show tonight," he responded excitedly.
"And how are you Stephy?" I asked mockingly.
"I'm excited about getting back on TV. I never did thank you for that Shawn. I really do appreciate it," she replied with a mischievous wink of her eye.
"So, when do I talk to Stacy and Torrie?"
"As soon as they get finished in the ring." Shane replied. "Steph said that you could use her locker room so you won't be bothered by anyone while you talk to the girls," Shane continued.
I glanced over and Stephanie gave me yet another devilish wink. "All right then," I spoke. "Just tell them that I'll be waiting for them there once they get finished." I headed on back to Stephanie's locker room still not quite sure of how I would write either girl into any of our TV shows.
Once I got to Steph's locker room I was in awe of what was before me. It might as well have been an upscale hotel room. Leather couch, loveseat, queen-sized bed, private shower and so on. There really are some serious perks when you're the bosses daughter.
About 20 minutes had gone by when I heard a light rapping on the door. "Come in."
I looked up and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Torrie had changed into a pair of khaki-colored Capri pants with a canary yellow tank top. Her hair was now in cute pigtails. She looked like a blonde 'Pippi Longstocking.' Stacy, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a navy blue cutoff top that showcased her perfectly flat stomach. Her hair was still tied back into a ponytail.
"Hello ladies," I reached my hand out to each of them, "it's very nice to meet both of you. I've heard very good things from Shane. He believes that both of you have very big careers ahead of you here in the WWF."
"We sure hope so," Torrie replied in a bubbly voice.
"To be completely honest with you two, it's gonna be a little difficult to write the two of you into any of our shows. We have so many things going on right now, I have no idea of where I could try to squeeze you in."
With that remark, both girls looked at each other and then whispered a little something back and forth to each other. I had no idea what they could possibly be thinking of. Then Stacy spoke...
"Shawn, are you sure that there's no way that you could pencil us in?"
Stacy slowly licked her lips as Torrie's fingers began to slowly outline her large breasts. I immediately thought I was daydreaming. Staying up all night had obviously effected my brain and I was imagining the whole thing.
"C'mon Shawn, there has to be a way that the three of us can come up with a way for you to include us into 'RAW' or 'Smackdown!'" Torrie replied as her hand traveled further south and began to pull up on her tank top.
Now I really knew that this was a dream. It had to be. My member was gradually growing beneath my khakis. I was ready to bet every dime I had that it was a dream until Stacy walked over to me and planted a deep and steamy kiss upon my lips. That sealed it, this was no dream. Torrie stood and walked towards the door. She locked it and stood behind the couch. As she stood there, Stacy began to undress me.
As Stacy rapidly removed my shirt and shoes, Torrie quickly removed Stacy's apparel as well. First was her jeans. I hadn't realized how long and beautiful Stacy's legs were. With her pants now gone, I got a look at her Carolina Blue thong. Her hips were so tiny and slender. Torrie reached around and massaged Stacy's breasts through her cutoff top.
