|~*~| MY RP |~*~|

~The scene kicks off inside of the America West Arena, in Pheonix, Arizona. Instead of showing the actual arena part, where the fans are cheering and the ring is set up for action, the camera's are in the backstage area, the parking lot to be exact. Many Superstars are arriving, some leaving, others just standing around, talking. Suddenly the calm area is interrupted by a squealing sound of a car slamming on it's brakes. In the camera's view now a long black stretch limousine has just appeared. The Driver, a middle age man wearing a tuxedo, opens the drivers door and walks around the car, straightening his tie as he does so. He clears his throat before opening the backseat passenger side door. The fans are hushed in anticipation, wondering who would be arriving in the limo. Figuring it's someone important, on of the Raw Interviewers come rushing to the limo's side. The Driver reaches a hand into the limo, to help the person out, and a female's leg appears outside of the limo. The fans get loud, not knowing who it is, but liking what they've seen so far. Coach gets exciting, drumming his fingers on his mic, and leaning forward on her tip-toes, trying to see whose in the limo but can't. The Driver pulls his hand back, revealing a womans hand, the finger nails panted a light pink, placed on his. With help from the Driver the woman gets completely out of the limo and the fans go crazy, seeing their Womens Champion. Coach's face kind of drops in disappointment, as his eyes register who is standing before him. He thought it would have been a new Diva, or maybe Adam Norton himself. Stacy turns around and bends over, reaching inside of the limo. The fans cheer at the sight Stacy gives them. Smiling to herself she stands back up, now holding in her hands, the Womens Title. She turns to the limo Driver, who just shut her door.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Um, yeh, hello? Remember me? Your employer?

:::<>::: Limo Driver:::<>:::

Uh... Yes ma'am...

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Do you remember what you're supposed to do as my Driver?

:::<>::: Limo Driver:::<>:::

Yes'm.

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Then why aren't you doing it?

:::<>::: Limo Driver:::<>:::

Doing what ma'am?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Getting my bags!

~The Driver jumps, as Stacy raises her voice at him. As he fumles around with the keys, trying to find the one to pop the trunk open, Stacy continues to complain about him.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

God! When you drop someone off you're supposed to get their bags! Idiot...

~Seemingly seeing Coach for the first time, who looks like he wants to turn and run away, she turns towards him, rolling her eyes about the Driver. She speaks to him, lowering her voice to a whisper.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

God it is sooooooo hard to find good help these days...

~Coach nods his head, not as to agree, but just to get Stacy to stop complaining. He asks his first question, not really starting an interview or anything though.~

:::<>::: Coach :::<>:::

I thought you drove a silver Neon Plymouth...

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

I do, Coach.

:::<>::: Coach :::<>:::

Then why, may I ask, are you in a limo?

~Stacy sighs and then answers his question.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Well, I just figured since I am the Womens Champion and all... And after that brutal battle with Trish Stratus... I just figured that I deserved a little pampering.

:::<>::: Coach :::<>:::

Oh, well, um, you arrived just in time, that scheduled interview with The King is in three minutes.

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Oh gosh... Thanks for the reminder...

~Stacy turns her back to Coach and focuses on the Driver, who is holding her bags. Stacy places her Womens Championship on top of the pile, his kness coming close to buckling under the weight.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Tell you what... Since you were such a goof up in the beginning, and don't deserve to be paid... I'll let you redeem yourself. Carry my bags and my belt to my locker room, and place them neatly on my couch.

~Stacy turns away from the Driver and takes a few steps towards the entrance of the arena, but then turns around back to the Driver.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Oh, and if there is one single scratch on my Belt, even if it's teeny tiny, I will seriosly come after you... Got it?

~She turns back on the heel of her high-heeled shoes, entering the arena. The scene switches, showing Jerry "The King" Lawler sitting on a Raw set, in a black leather chair. There is an empty matching chair right across from him, and he's holding a mic in hand, and a piece of paper in another. The camera's zoom in on him, and he looks up, smiling and obviously excited.~

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Hey there every one... In just minutes, just seconds, next to me will be sitting Stacy Keibler. Tonight, we'll be getting up close and personal with our new Womens Champion... From bikini or thong to leather and lace, Stacy will reveal all... And I for one cannot wait!

~The King gets silent with excitement as you can hear a door opening. With a bright smiling face Stacy Keibler comes into the camera's views as they zoom out. She takes a seat in the chair opposite of King, taking the mic he hands her.~

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Hey Stacy, welcome to... This interview, I guess.

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Thanks King, I'm glad to be here...

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Good, good, well as you know this interview is for the purpose of us getting up close and personal to our Womens Champ.

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Alright...

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

So what do you say we get started then?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Sounds good to me.

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Okay Stacy, first question is what's your preference... Bikini or Thong?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Hm, when you said personal, you meant personal, hehehe.... Hm. I'd have to say thong.

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

God, I love this question... Stacy, Miss Keibler... Leather or Lace?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

No question, it's got to be leather.

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Wooo! Next question... Would you ever deliver a bronco buster or at least a hurricanrana to me...?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

King, are these questions scheduled and wrote on that paper, or are you making these up?

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Okay, okay, I admit, I made that last one up... But okay, with all seriousness now, the next question is, who was your first crush?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Ooooh.... That was such a long time ago... I'd have to go with the New Kids on The Block.

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

What is your idea of a perfect date?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Okay, this may not sound like th emost romantic thing or any thing like that, but my idea of a perfect date is a quiet dinner with a few drinks and dessert afterwards.

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

What's the most attractive feature that a guy could have?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

A toss up between a good sense of humor and a nice body...

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

What's your biggest turnoff?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Guys who talk about nothing but wrestling... That just doesn't work for me. Sure it may be my career, but it's not my whole life, and certainly not what I want to base my whole dating life on.

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Where's the one place you'd want to be stranded?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Well, somewhere comfortable... My bed.

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Last question, and one that might help us guys out... What are the best and worst come-on lines you've ever recieved?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

I guess the best come-on line I've ever heard would be a normal "Hey, wanna go out to dinner some time?" But the worst is, "Is there a mirror in your pocket?" (No, why?) "Cuz I can see myself in your pants." Pick-up or come-on lines just annoy me, haha, well the corny ones any ways. So unless you're just asking to go out to dinner or for a cup of coffee, don't even try a come-on line.

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Wel, thanks for your time Stacy, admay I just say that I loved this interview!

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Mhm, no problem King, it was fun.

:::<>::: Jerry "The King" Lawler :::<>:::

Hope to see you again soon Stacy, and good luck in your match against Trish.

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Thanks King.

~Stacy rises out of her seat, putting the microphone down in the seat. She exits the room, but doesn't get very far until she's stopped by a little girl and boy, about the age of twelve.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Well, hey there.

:::<>::: Little Boy :::<>:::

H - H - Hi...

~With shaky hands he holds out a picture of Stacy, and a permanent marker as well.~

:::<>::: Little Boy :::<>:::

C-Could you s-sign this for me?

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Of course!

~Stacy takes the picture and marker from his hands and signs the picture. He smiles at her as she hands him back his picture.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

So... Are you one of my fans then?

:::<>::: Little Boy :::<>:::

Of course!

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

What do you think about this match with me and Trish Stratus?

:::<>::: Little Boy :::<>:::

Hm... Well, I've been thinking that Trish might be able to get the upper hand on you... But after Kin of The Ring there's no way she can win! You proved why you're the number one Diva on Smackdown!

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

I hope it does tunr out that way, Kid...

~With a smile on her face she looks at the little girl.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

And whose this?

:::<>::: Little Boy :::<>:::

Oh, yeh, sorry. This is my sister, Megan.

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Well, nice to meet you Megan.

~Stacy holds out a hand that the little girl, Megan, eagerly shakes.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

One of my fans as well, I assume?

~The girl smiles, her eyes wide, and revealing a missing front tooth.~

:::<>::: Little Girl :::<>:::

Am I ever! One of the biggest fans you have! I'm even a cheerleader! One day I'm going to cheer for the Baltimore Ravens, and I'm gonna be super tall and have long legs just like you and -

:::<>::: Little Boy :::<>:::

Oh puh-leeze, the Doctor says she's not even going to grow to be taller than five foot two.

~The girl sticks her toungue out at the boy, and he sticks his back, and then she kicks him in his leg. Stacy smiles, amused with the two kids.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Well, hey, I got to go, but it was nice to see you two.

~The two kids smile up at her, as she walks away, towards her locker room, as she walks she talks to herself.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

I could definitely get use to this whole Raw is War thing...

~Suddenly she stops, seeing a Security Guard walking, on his way back from duty.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Hey, excuse me, sorry for bothering you, but has Trish arrived yet?

:::<>::: Security Guard :::<>:::

Nope, sorry Miss Keibler.

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Oh it's alright...

~Stacy turns away from the Security Guard, still heading towards her locker room, and still muttering to herself.~

|~*~| Stacy Keibler |~*~|

Stupid bimbo, why isn't she here yet? I mean, I can understand her being afraid of fighting me, but not at least making a promo yet? That's ridiculous... Oh well, maybe she's realized who the True Champion, the True Diva, really is... That of course being me... Hm, I wonder what she's going do when she hears what I've said about her... Not that I care or anything...

~The scene fades and goes to a commercial brake as Stacy continues through the halls and talks to herself, pondering over her match with Trish on Raw.~