1-2-3....The loud sound of a bell follows as one man steps to his feet standing over another as a referee holds his hand in the air and an announcement follows. But the focus is on the man on the mat as he looks up, the man goes by the name of Vincent Munroe. A professional wrestler by trade and until this night for the past four months he was the top dog in a small time independent federation, but word got to the promoters and bookers that he was se to meet with the McMahons about a possible contract for the WWF and instead and waiting to see what would happen and taking the risk of leaving question marks over there top title they had him drop the title right away....
Vincent went right to his dressing room following the fight. Not talking to anyone unlike usual as he was a very social person, but tonight he had alot on his mind. The meeting with the higher ups of the WWF was looming over him and decided weither he would get in and possibly became a name in the business..or stay an unknown until an injury puts him out for good.
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The day finally came. All the sleepless nights of the past week were to hopefully come to an end. Vincent took a cab from his hotel in Stamford to the WWF headquarters. He stepped out of the cab and paid before turning and taking a long look at the amazing building where so many minds have made and changes the wrestling industry over the years. Vincent made his way into the building and after a brief hassle from security got onto the elevator to the top floor.
The elevator opened and Vincent stepped out and walked down the hallway passing a number of former and current wrestlers and wrestling personalities. Vincent made his Way to a large set of doors marked "Linda McMahon - CEO" engraved on a gold plaque. He stopped at the desk outside to the side of the door where a young woman sat..
"Can I help you?" She asked looking up with the usual BS smile secretaries always seemed to have on there faces.
"Vincent Munroe, I have an appointment."
She looked at a paper, Vincent thought it was probably blank..Just for appearances.
"Yes, Miss McMahon is expecting you..You can go on in."
"Thank you."
Vincent stepped towards the door thinking, "Miss McMahon? Wonder what she meant by that..". He opened the door and peeked in as he saw what was definitely NOT Linda McMahon but what was her dark haired, and extremely sexy daughter Stephanie, one of the two heirs to the throne of the WWF Empire.
"Come in Vincent." Stephanie said as she stood in front of her mothers desk. Vincent walked in as he slowly looked her over from her long sexy legs as they stuck out of her short black skirt to her very well proportioned breasts as her white blouse hugged them.
"Have a seat." Stephanie said as she walked around to the other side of the desk and sat in her mothers chair. She looked very comfortable in it Vincent though to himself as he took a seat in the chair directly across from her.
"My mother couldn't be here today. She had other business to attend to...More like she's testing me out to see how I handle a contract negotiation." Stephanie said as a sexy grin crossed her lips. "Well, Now let's see. I've watched over your tapes and must say I was quite impressed. You have great talent in just about every aspect of the business. Your ring work is second to none, you have great posture and charisma. You know how to work the crowd.."
Vincent stared at Stephanie with various thoughts running through his mind as she listed his good qualities....But despite all the ego boosting she was throwing at him the main thought in his mind was how much he would love to stretch her across the desk and just go to work on her...Vincent shifted his seat as he noticed he know had quite a hard on going.
"I have a contract all set up and ready...but there is one thing I've heard I must ask.." Stephanie said as she stepped up from her seat and walked around the desk. She propped herself up on the desk, crossing her legs right in Vincent's face.
"Ask away.." Vincent said as he stared at her legs..
