The Wrestling Groupie (closed for scribe)

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OOC- This is a closed thread maybe it will be opened later but I doubt it. Before you read this you should know this is purely fantasy;The events are what I would like to happen not what actually did happen. So do not jump to conclusions and think that I am saying I done all these things with these famous people. Again this is JUST FANTASY enjoy.Also I have enclosed links to pictures so for you who are not wrestling fans save you time to google if your lazy and don't feel like it.

Big Show

Mark Henry

Batista

IC- Citrus was super amped,but at the same time sick to her stomach but in a good way.Just two weeks ago she entered a contest to get front row seats and to go back stage for Monday night raw; to her it was the coolest thing ever in her life. Skipping her collage class she took the whole day to pamper herself getting manicures,pedicures,and waxing. Citrus wanted to look her best and she was going to to her dad gave her a credit card so money was no object.

The Glitter new her by heart she came in there every week to get touch ups,and on this Monday she was going to look perfect.Already getting bathed for that morning;washed her hair to cut down time at the salon then washed her whole body making it smell fruity.She already wore everything three times so she decided to borrow some clothes from Courtney she owed her so Citrus took this oper to cash in that favor.

Arriving at The Glitter,and wearing some jersey and sweat pants did not even bother to wear shoes. Walking through the door "Hey Ming I have a very important night tonight I need my hair trimmed,highlighted,styled." Citrus smile "Oh and I need a manicure,pedicure,and a wax job." Ming nodded and Citrus sat until Sasha called her back.

After about two hours she was done and made her way back were Julie always kicked it. "Hey Jules I need that favor and borrow some clothes" Smiling as she knew exactly what she wanted. Citrus made her way to the closet and picked out an outfit that she thought was perfect.It was already getting late so she made her way for the long hour drive to arrive in time meeting with the person who was in charge.

Leading her to the seat she sat and crossed her legs;anxiously waiting for the show to start. It was slow going at first with the what not and whose been, and all that t.v. bullshit they put to make ratings.Finally the last match of the night Mark henry verses The Big Show with the special guest ref Batista. This match is what got Citrus at the edge of her seat;Mark Henry hit the worlds strongest slam on the big show,and with the Big Show getting up and hitting mark with choke slam. Both getting up and punching each other finally Mark henry pinned and got the win.

Citrus was oober excited;licking her lips as she saw the sweaty wrestlers go back stage she was going to make her mark somehow,and it was her chance to do it and she was.Making her way backstage with people everywhere she took a deep breathe and went to Batista first;asking for his autograph and giving him complements like "My your handsome" and cheesy things like that.

After getting his auto she looked and saw Big Show making her way over;Citrus grabbed his huge bicep "Hey handsome" she smiled sweetly as she engaged in conversation as she sat down on some amps as he stood;looking at him he was amazingly huge thats when she would say "How many hours you work out to get muscles like that?" flirting a little as she was secretly looking for the one wrestler she adored.

Then it happened she seen Mark skim by As she hopped down from the amp and touch the Big Show bicep again "excuse me for one second okay sweetness" giggling a little as she followed cautiously to marks dressing room. un wrinkling her dress she knocked on the door hearing his voice sent shivers up her spine as she entered and closed the door behind her. Seeing him sit in a black leather chair beside the couch she bit her lip "Hi,My name Citrus I won the contest with the night with you,I can come back later" looking him over before licking her lips.

OOC my character Citrus

 

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Mark Henry strode into the room, the lights and thunderous applause greeting him like the champion he was. Tonight, was the great match-up between him and Big Show, his lifetime (or at least for the season) opponent.

MH: "Hey, Big Show, I'm gonna stomp your head in for what you said about my lady!"

BS: "That's no lady. That's my ex-girlfriend, who you stole from me!"

MH: "No way! Mebbe she sobered up and found out what a big ugly guy you are!"

The crowd roared, the fight scripted. But didn't everything else on television follow a script? It was an epic tale of entertainment, enjoyed by the people who watched it. The good guy won, the bad guy lost, and hopefully a few women got fucked along the way. Hey, heavy wrestling and working out in the gym was hard work, and the women certainly liked their skimpy tight outfits.

Anyway. Time to get to work. Flex. Show. Wrestle. Choke slam. Clothes line. Back breaker. Check out the girls in the front row. Any faces he didn't recognize probably won some sort of contest. Hopefully, there was a looker for a backstage pass. Pile driver. Walls of Jericho. Time for the climax. World's Strongest Slam. Yeah, that worked right. Strut a bit. Show off the body to the girls. Hmm. One of them doesn't look half bad. Hope she'll come over to the backstage.

Another show in the can, and it was showertime. The warm spray hit his body, and he gave himself a good rubover -- who knows what sort of woman he might be greeting tonight. When he was them before he hit the showers, he saw some pretty good lookers backstage -- time to take the long way to his dressing room. And, yeah, there was a definite good fine looking lady, checking out Big Show's big biceps. Hmm. Lucky guy. Mark Henry flashed a bit of thigh from under his white bathrobe toward the young lady. He made his way into the dressing room. Put on something then greet the audience. He put on some shorts as he plopped back into his seat. Then a knock and opening of the door. Doesn't anyone knock, wait for permission, then open the door?

"Hi, My name Citrus I won the contest with the night with you, I can come back later."

Oh, man. That was her. Fine delicious young lady. "No, miss, enter right in." The whole night? Hot damn. "The whole night, eh?" He patted the side of the leather arm rest chair. It was a suggestion for her to sit on it, but it was angled so it would slide her into his lap. "What do you want to do for the entire night?" he smiled.