Jeff Jarret, Shawn Michaels, Gerald Brisco, Mark Henry, Pat Paterson and Triple H. As the sun sets on some of the greatest performers of all time; the sun will rise again post wrestling career. It has to. Albeit it’s not as fun though.
Wrestlers are a lot like rockstars. Their life consists of drugs, sex and partying all the time. When the party’s over most of the stars of yesteryear take office jobs behind a desk.
Every wrestler wants to end their career as the undisputed champion, I.E. Trish Stratus in 2006. The fairy tale ending is the ultimate salute to hall of fame career.
A dimly lit conference room is occupied by numerous empty seats with only two chairs that are warmly occupied. The Billion-Dollar princess and her muscle, Ashley Graham are seated.
Stephanie McMahon is a business woman through and through. When she wakes up in the morning, next to her husband, she’s got a schedule and deadlines to meet. When she’s in the gym she treats her workouts like a series of business transactions. When she’s being a mom to her children, they’re like her employees, the children obediently follow. The business mind begins in the morning and (maybe) ends when she closes her eyes at night.
As someone who’s grown up in the business world all her life; one of Stephanie’s pet peeves is unprofessional behavior. Unfortunately for her, the line of business she’s in is in the sports entertainment industry where unprofessionalism runs wild. The talent she transacts with are more likely to have degrees from an 80’s coked-out rockstar than any half-way decent school of business. She understands this. These athletes are known for spending their money as soon as they get their check.
Thinking that perhaps she’s the crazy one, Stephanie had started seeing a therapist. As a coping mechanism, her therapist had suggested not letting unprofessional acts get to her by simply focusing on counting the offenses in her head. Counting is fundamental in business and focusing on counting instead of the offensive act can steer her away from focusing on the act. Counting is intended to be more of a distraction for coping. As a result, when she engages performers in this conference room she tends to mentally list the unprofessional acts in her head.
Regrettably the technique can’t be applied unless the offensive party is physically present. This particular talent is late! She’s stuck at a count of ‘one!’ Tardiness!
“She’s late… Again! Thirty minutes late! You’re really going to waste a half hour of my time!” Stephanie’s outburst is something Ashley is no stranger to. She’s become accustomed by now to these sudden bursts of anger.
As the two of them quietly wait in the room for the opposing party to join them; Ashley had built some pent-up resentment towards the Billionaire Princess. She had become more of an office manager than wrestler over time. Last year Ashley spent a lot time away from the ring, instead she was involved moreover in the corporate world. In fact, she spent more of her time in the office than in the ring last year. She went from being Stephanie’s muscle to being her office assistant. She’d be managing the office, making decisions, hiring/firing people. When Ashley started helping out more around the office she didn’t expect Stephanie to pile so much of the office work on her shoulders. She didn’t join the wrestling industry to be behind a desk, at least not this early in her career. She came to win Championships, physically dominate other women, and humiliate them. She’s become quite keen on rubbing her ass all over the likes of Kelly Kelly and Torrie Wilson. There are more beautiful faces that need to succumb to her beastly ass.
Ashley did make an effort to attempt to return. She voiced her grievances to her boss verbally and in writing. Unfortunately, too many missed calls and unread emails made her feel like a hopeful dater that’s been ghosted. It was only after a few months and numerous complaints; she was brought back to television. Ashley wants gold. She doesn’t want it now… she wants it yesterday already.
Finally, the party the duo are waiting for has arrived. The glass door swings open as a beautiful Toronto native enters the room. Her blonde hair is straightened as it brushes her shoulder with each step she takes. Her breasts couldn’t be ignored either as they jiggle like Jello.
Stephanie’s assistant was behind the beautiful woman, trying to reel the gorgeous beauty back.
Who is she kidding. She ain’t putting the breaks on this woman. This woman is going to do what she wants when she wants. The assistant marches back to her desk in retreat. This woman always has her way when she visits the office. Not even Stephanie reprimands this rule breaker.
The Champion tosses her WWE title on the table. She’s tired of carrying it.
“Sorry I’m late, I didn’t like my outfit earlier but this one…” She spins around to give her audience of two a good look at her outfit. “… This right here is perfect!”
Stephanie rolls her eyes in annoyance.
Strike two, you don’t even wait to be called in.
Strike three, you toss this belt on my desk.
Strike four, you don’t shake my hand.
Strike five… oh screw it! My therapist is done. This shit is not working!
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