Title: Sex and Violence Sales

Author: Jaime

Rating: R

Characters: Melody Donivan OC, various WWE Superstars and Divas

Contents: language, sexual innuendos

Summary: Melody Donivan, a writer for a big New York Magazine, is given the assignment of figuring out why WWE is so popular. She quickly decides it's because sex and violence sales. Before long she finds herself too close to all the sex of the WWE.


"Charity you can't be serious." Melody screamed. "I came to 'Elle' to be a serious writer. To write about wars and politics and murders. Not about a bunch of morons feeling each other up in tights."

"Millions of people every week watch WWE and I want you to tell our readers just WHY that is." Charity said. "I for one am one of the millions that watch those oh so hot men 'feel each other up' in those oh so tight tights."

Melody couldn't help but laugh and shake her head. Women had worked for years to get people to respect them for more than just their looks and bodies but for their brains. And here women were now looking at men just the same. And the women of the WWE were now making it seem okay to be popular for their good looks and nothing else.

"Okay I'll do it." Melody said, grabbing her notebook she'd been taking notes on.

"I know you will." Charity said. "You're plane leaves tonight. Vince is already expecting you for the RAW show tonight. He's happy to get the exposure to all of the female wrestling fans of the world."

"I'm sure he is." Melody mumbled. "After reading our magazine I'm sure more women will subject themselves to this….this sideshow of freaks."

Charity laughed as Melody left her office and shook her head.

"Girl I hope you learn something on this trip." Charity said, turning back to her computer.

(Chapter 1)

Six hours and two Tylenol later Melody was entering Joe Lewis Arena in search of Vincent K. McMahon or anyone else that could help her. She lightly tapped a brunette on the back. When she turned around Melody was confused. She didn't look quite like a supermodel, just a normal girl you'd see on the streets.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"I'm Melody Donivan from 'Elle Magazine'. I'm looking for Vincent McMahon." She said.

"Oh hi. I'm Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley." She said, extending her hand. "My father told me you'd be coming, he's running a little late."

"Well maybe you could help me get started then." Melody laughed.

"Sure." Stephanie said. "Do you know anything about wrestling?"

"No. Not a thing." Melody said, shaking her head.

"Okay maybe you should watch the matches and then after the show you can interview some of the guys." Stephanie said. "I'm sure my husband could line up some guys for you."

"Thank you." Melody smiled, following the stage hand to the inside of the arena to the seat. Her seat was in the front row right behind where the announcer table used to be.

Melody dug her notebook out and wrote down all the names of the people that were announced throughout the night and watched some of the matches. The 'bra and panties match' between Christy Hemme and Trish Stratus was one she could have lived without. She shook her head as she heard another loud song fill the arena. She almost dropped her pen as her eyes fell upon one of the sexiest men she'd ever seen.

"And his partner. From St. Louis, Missouri, Randy Orton." She heard the ring announcer say.

"Randy Orton." She mumbled, continuing to scribble lazily on her notepad. She couldn't help but look at him. She remembered what Charity had said about those tight tights and boy were the shorts that he wearing looking good from where she sat. This was exactly what she was here to try and say was NOT all right.

After the match had been on for about ten minutes she shook the cobwebs from her head and finished her notes.

"This is going to be a hard job." Melody thought.

NOTE: Stay far away from Randy Orton.