Stacy Keibler

_-.·×º¨¯Tiffany¯¨º×·.-_ Stacy, stop frowning. You're going to make me mess up on your blush.

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_ Huh? *Stacy snaps back to reality and quickly shuts the magazine she was reading, trying to hide her embarrassment* Oh, sorry Tiffany. I just.. have a lot on my mind lately.

_-.·×º¨¯Tiffany¯¨º×·.-_*Tiffany closes up the blush holder and places it down onto the table. She walks in front of Stacy and looks at her with a concerned look in her eyes* Apparently..! You usually talk my ear off, but today, you haven't said one word the whole time we've been here. What's going on? Is it Test and Scott Steiner?

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_ No.. what makes you think that?

_-.·×º¨¯Tiffany¯¨º×·.-_Hello.. I'm not blind. I saw you staring at the advertisement for their match on Raw. Come on Stacy, snap back to reality. You need to do something about those guys! I mean you can go back to being a Testicle.. or you can become a freak. Hmmm.. Stacy?? Hello.. Stacy?

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_*Stacy zones out while Tiffany continues to talk. A mischevious smile forms on her face, and suddenly she claps her hands together as if to signal she had just had a great idea* That's it! I got it! Sorry Tiffany but I think it's time I finally gave an answer to Test and Steiner! I have just the perfect way to do it as well..! Oh, thanks for your help Tiff, you're the best!

.::Scene::. Stacy gives Tiffany a friendly hug, then she runs off towards the black curtain, leaving a very confused makeup artist behind. Stacy walks down the black curtained hallway and climbs up the ten or so stairs where she sees the sound technicians all hovering around the sound machine. She flashes the main guy a sweet smile and he winks at her, then begins to fiddle with the controls on the sound system. Stacy nervously adjusts her pale pink bathrobe while she waits for her music to start.

Stacy Keibler Enters The Ring

Suddenly, the beginning chords to "Legs", by Kid Rock, begins to echo through the arena, sending the fans straight to their feet in hopes of catching a glimpse of their favorite long legged beauty. Stacy Keibler steps out from backstage and begins to make her journey down the ramp and into the ring. She hops up onto the mat and S L O W L Y climbs between the middle ropes while flashing the crowd an innocent smile. Stacy coyly bites her finger and walks over to Lilian, who hands her a spare microphone. The fans take the cue to sit down and shut up, and Stacy begins to speak to the crowd about what's on her mind.

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_ Well well well it appears as if I have a little dilemma going on here, now don't I? Earlier, Test payed no attention to me whatsoever, and now that I left him he suddenly realized that I truly do exist. Then, after I "dumped" Test, Scott Steiner approached me backstage and offered to help me out with something if I did something for him. Now, being the curious girl I am I did approach Scott Steiner after the show and let me tell you ladies, I most certainly was NOT impressed with what I saw! Now I know that the myth is true! Steroids really do shrink your package, now don't they?! Poor Midajah.. that's all I have to say. Poor Midajah. Scotty boy, come out here all you want and say that you didn't want me, but you and I both know that that's not the truth.

Stacy Talks to Test and Steiner

I mean come on, who wouldn't want a woman with a set of legs like these? Please Scott, you must be on drugs or something! No, your steroids don't count! I'm talking about weed man, weed! I'd like to take this opportunity to remind Stephanie that our superstars do need to be tested for drugs. Scott Steiner in particular. I mean, one minute he's coming out here and saying he wants me, and the next he's like oh I never wanted you Stacy. Right Scott.. Right. That'll be the day! And speaking of losers, Test, it's nice to know that you've finally acknowledged my existance. Get used to looking at me from afar sweetie, because that's all you'll be getting from now on! Whine and moan all you want about losing your precious Stacy, but I know it's just an act to get me back. Please Test, no one feels any sympathy for you. Without me, you're just a sad, pathetic little loser. I personally think they might as well cancel the match on Raw because we've got a drug abuser going against a loser. How can Test win, if he's sucha loser, and how can Steiner win, if he's so high on weed? Well, this is certainly breaking parental guidelines! But anyway, now that I've had the chance to be single for a few days, I've thought long and hard about who I should team up with. I don't want them to be a player like Scott Steiner, but I don't want them to be a whiny little loser like Test. So, as I was sitting backstage. I thought to myself, Stacy, what can you possibly do? That's when I came up with the PERFECT idea! If I want to be the best.. why not be with the best? Sure, I can get with anyone I want, but why not align myself with someone who will actually benefit me? And I'm sure his experience with me will benefit him as well.. I hope he's backstage watching, because he's about to get an offer he simply can't refuse..

.::Scene::. Stacy's music starts up again, signalling the end of her announcement. She does a sexy little dance for the fans, then exits the ring and heads backstage to talk to her mystery partner.

Stacy Looks For Vince

She stops at a mirror to fix her hair, then she continues through the halls until she comes upon a door with a big sign on it. The camera zooms in to show *Vince McMahon* engraved in gold across a shining star. Stacy smiles to herself and fixes her blonde hair one last time before lightly knocking on the door.

_-.·×º¨¯Vince McMahon¯¨º×·.-_ *From inside* Come in.

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_*Stacy walks into Vince's office and steps up to his desk* Mr McMahon, are you busy?

_-.·×º¨¯Vince McMahon¯¨º×·.-_No Stacy, I'm not.

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_ Alright.. should I come back later then? I just don't want to be interrupting anything.

_-.·×º¨¯Vince McMahon¯¨º×·.-_ No, I could use some company. So what do you need?

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_*Stacy begins to toy with her bathrobe* Well I was thinking.. I just broke up with Test and all, right? Here Mr McMahon, you're looking a little tense.. let me help you out there.. *Stacy walks up to Vince and begins to unbutton his shirt a little bit* Much better..

_-.·×º¨¯Vince McMahon¯¨º×·.-_*Vince relaxes a little bit and leans back in his chair* Yes... much better.

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_Well, Vince. I was thinking. Did you see what I said to Test and Scott Steiner out there? You see.. I don't want to be lined up with lowlives like them..

_-.·×º¨¯Vince McMahon¯¨º×·.-_ I see.....and you want me to do what Miss Keibler?

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_*Stacy grabs a chair and pulls it up to the desk across from Vince.

Stacy Is Vince's Personal Assistant

She leans forward on the desk, allowing the front of her robe to fall open a little and show her blue bra underneath* Now Mr McMahon, you run this business very well and I must say I really admire what you do for the sports entertainment industry. I mean, who better to run the WWE than Vince McMahon himself, the smartest man to ever grace his presence in the entertainment industry?

_-.·×º¨¯Vince McMahon¯¨º×·.-_*Stares* Oh Yes Stacy *He starts moving his hand down her going for her robe*

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_*Stacy giggles* Mr McMahon, feeling better are we? *Stacy walks around the desk and takes a seat in Vince's lap. She pulls back the front of her robe to reveal her blue bra and matching thong underneath* Now Vince, I want to make you a deal. You look like you could use some help around here. That's why I'm offering to be your personal assistant. You let me take the job.. and I promise you will never ever.. *Stacy gives Vince a kiss* regret it.. what do you say?

_-.·×º¨¯Vince McMahon¯¨º×·.-_I think that's the best idea I've heard yet, Stacy.

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_You think so Vince? I think so too. Now what do you say we get these camera's out of here and I'll start my job by helping you relax. You've had a rough day..*Stacy runs her hands up Vince's chest*

_-.·×º¨¯Vince McMahon¯¨º×·.-_Well Stacy...I say we lose the cameras....and all of our clothes!

_-.·×º¨¯Stacy Keibler¯¨º×·.-_*giggles* Good idea Vince.

.::Scene::. The camera shows Stacy beginning to take off Vince's jacket as the WWE cuts to a commercial break.