Here's another fix for you! Sorry these are slow coming out, I've been working on some other stories and unfortunately this one has suffered. Hopefully I'll be able to get them out a little quicker :) Please read and review!Thanks!
"I done told you when you signed us on I was not gonna parade around the ring in some hooker suit." Paige said, her arms crossed over her chest as she scowled at Jim Cornette.
"You act like it's a bikini or something; this is conservative compared to what some of the women around here wear." He defended, holding up the outfit she'd balled up and thrown at him as he passed.
"Jim it has no ass…what more revealing can there be? I told you I…am…not…wearing…it." She said her voice slightly raised.
"There's no need to get loud, why don't we go discuss this in my office." Cornette said, looking worriedly around as their conversation was reaching others.
"How about no, there's nothing to discuss, Cornette, I ain't wearin' that. I don't care if you run off and tell big, bad Russo either…I don't really give a fuck about what you threaten me with." Paige said, turning on her heel and stalking off.
Cornette's face was about as red as a beet, mad and unable to come up with anything to say back to her. Jason had been watching from the sidelines and couldn't help but smile. She was a spitfire if he'd ever seen one. He couldn't help but be drawn to her and he knew he wasn't the only one. He'd have to figure out a way to woo her away from the senior citizens. He followed Paige as she started down a deserted hallway, making sure there was no one else around as he closed in on her.
"What the-" She started as Jason grabbed onto her arm, leading her into a darkened cubby hole off the hallway.
"Oh, Jason…hey" She said, smiling at him. This guy had to be the biggest, most obvious flirt that she'd ever come across.
"Hey," he said, smiling that smirking smile, "nice show back there." He said nodding toward where Paige had handed Cornette his nuts on a platter.
"Oh that? Just how I handle business…" She said, leaning her back against the stone wall behind her. She smiled playfully at him. Two could play this game. She'd make him unable to resist her…and leave him without getting anywhere.
"I kinda like the way you handle business," Jason said, taking a step towards her. She could feel her body taking over, not wanting her to resist his advances.
"You really think a lot of yourself, don't you Mr. Reso?" Paige said, cocking at eyebrow at him. She couldn't blame him, he had a lot to be proud of…and as her eyes took in his body she realized, looking at his jeans that looks and muscles were only the beginning of what he had to offer.
"That thing might get you into trouble if you don't keep him under control…" Paige said, motioning towards his loins.
Jason kept smiling, but did not say another word. Suddenly he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, his mouth crushing roughly against hers. She gasped a bit in surprise, her protests being quickly swallowed as his tongue pushed into her mouth. She let her body rest against him, her curves pressing into his chiseled form. She could tell he was not into taking his time when his free hand grabbed her breast, kneading it roughly.
"Mmmm, nice and natural…." He mumbled against her lips as he squeezed her breast.
"Paige?" they both heard from down the hall, they both knew it was Brian. Jason looked extremely annoyed, as if he were trying to decide whether to keep going or not.
"I tell you what…after the show…we'll pick this up later…" She said, running her finger along his bottom lip. She walked away before he could answer, half jogging to find Brian before he would figure out what they'd been doing. She finally came across him a could of hallways down from the main hallway.
"What's up, bro?" She asked, hoping it was not evident what she'd been doing, knowing how much Brian would disapprove. She didn't exactly agree with his strict policy but rather than create a confrontation she appeased him most of the time.
"Where the hell you been? Russo's been all over the place looking for you, said something about the wardrobe disagreement?" He said looking confused.
"Yeah, Cornette was gonna make me wear some hooker shit and told him to go blow himself…basically…" Paige said, smirking.
"Good for you…not that I had any doubt that you couldn't take up for yourself, you better go talk to Russo…we gotta meet later to figure out how we're gonna go on tonight." Brian said, his fingers nervously fidgeting.
Paige smiled, slightly, she knew how overworked her brother got over some things and could not help but feel bad for how nervous he was. He was just trying to do the best for himself. She admired him for that.
"Hey, you seen Jimmy anywhere?" Brian asked, frowning.
Paige thought, it'd been mid-morning since she'd last seen her other brother. She looked at her watch it was damn near 4 'o clock in the afternoon, she'd tried to think if Jimmy had told her where he was going. She racked her brain trying to remember what he'd said.
"Nope, I ain't seen him since 9 or 10 this morning…" Paige said. She met Brian's eyes and both of them were pretty sure they knew what he was doing, but not exactly where. She sighed. She'd hoped that she wouldn't spend most of her time babysitting Jimmy.
"Let's go see if we can dig him up…" Brian said, walking purposefully down the hallway she just came from.
"You know we oughta split up, we'll be able to find him faster…just call me on my cell if you find him first." Paige said, going in the opposite direction. Brian nodded, continuing to walk down his original path. Paige ran through her mind where Jimmy could possibly be. It was not going to be a pretty sight if he'd been going strong since this morning; there was a good change he would be incapable of even thinking about going on tonight. She knew this was going to happen from the moment they signed on…part of her wished she'd went ahead and been selfish and took the WWE contract offered. She shook the thought from her head, trying to figure out who would possibly be 'roid pusher or drug user. She thought suddenly, of someone who'd know. She made a beeline for Kevin's room.
She finally reached the dressing room, after having backtracked through some of the halls, becoming confused in her quest. She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard voices inside the room. She knocked quickly.
"Yeah…" A voice said from inside, it was hard to identify being muffled by the wooden seal of the door.
"Hey, it's Paige; I need to talk to you." She said, tapping her foot, anxious to find her brother.
"C'mon in…" She heard, she opened the door closing it quickly behind her.
"Just for future reference, you don't have to knock for us…you we don't mind barging in on us." Kevin said, standing as she entered. She rolled her eyes.
"Well, I was just making sure, wanted to make sure you were decent…" She said mocking her father. Kevin and Scott laughed, as Kevin sat back down.
"Trust me; we look decent no matter what…" Scott said, his feet propped up on a chair across from him.
"Well I just didn't wanna see old balls…" Paige teased, feeling her worry leave her a bit.
"What didja need, babe?" Kevin asked, taking a sip of Coke.
"Well I was just wonderin' if either of you'd seen Jimmy, he's sorta been MIA for a few hours." She asked, trying to avoid making her brother's indiscretions public.
"Well, we ain't seen him lately, but at about…oh I'd say…10:30, wasn't it about that time, Scott?" Kevin asked, thinking back.
"Yeah, about that time. What you need him for?" Scott asked, smiling at her when Kevin turned away from him.
She tried hard not to blush and not to return his smile with a suggestive one of her. Jason's little trick earlier had left her a little bit wanting. She kind of wished Kevin was not in the room…she'd be less inhibited if it were just Scott and her. She came back to her senses; to remember they were looking for Jimmy. She tried to think of a way to explain her urgency without giving away any crucial details. But maybe if she told someone else, it would be harder for Jimmy to get away with as much.
"Well, you see…it's kinda like…" Paige said, feeling slightly ashamed. She didn't know how many more emotions she was going to go through before she finished a thought.
Kevin and Scott dropped their sarcastic demeanor looking concerned at Paige. She noted their mood change and let out a breath.
"Jimmy's into 'roids and drugs and all that stuff…he's been gone all afternoon…I just wondering if either of you knew of anyone who might supply him with anything…somewhere he would go to get some." Paige said. She looked at the two men whose faces looked as if they knew exactly what she was going through.
"Yeah, I have a pretty good idea of where he's at." Kevin said standing, "You two stay here, I'll be back." Kevin said. Paige frowned.
"I'm not gonna stay here, forget it, he's my brother…" She started.
"With the stuff these guys are on, I don't think its real safe that you come around…" Kevin said.
"Hell, Kevin I'm not a Barbie doll I can hold my own." She said crossing her arms in front of her. She wasn't going to let a man talk her into submission. She'd never given into anybody's commands before and sure as hell wasn't planning to now.
"I don't doubt that, but these guys are in a different league than the ones you're used to, but these guys know me…I'm hopin' they won't give me much trouble. Just do this for me as a favor." Kevin said, Paige noticing the tone in his voice similar to the one her father used to try to sway her. She rolled her eyes and let out a huff.
"Fine…but come right back…I wanna know everything…" She said forcefully, trying not to let her front down.
Kevin smiled at her as he started out the door, she was a little hardass.
"Don't worry, I got this…" He said before closing the door behind him.
Paige stared at the wood of the door, feeling helpless. She hated feeling like this, she always wanted to be where the action was, no matter what all that entailed. She remembered why at this very moment. The uncertainty, the not knowing what was going on was going to keep her mind spinning until she found out something.
Suddenly she remembered she wasn't alone in the room anymore. When she thought of who was staring at her back, she couldn't help but smile. As she turned around she tried to conceal her smile, managing a barely noticeable smirk that tweaked the corners of her mouth.
"You can have a seat if you want…" Scott said, removing his feet from the chair next to him. She walked over, being very careful not to wiggle her hips…she didn't want to come across as a slut or a tease, but the way Scott was looking at her, she could have been dressed in a space suit and he still would have found her attractive. She sat down in the chair, hoping he had something to say because she was at a loss for words.
"You ready for tonight?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. She looked at him, her dark lashes partially shadowing her eyes, "Your debut?" He added suggestively.
"I'm not to worried about it, I'm used to getting' a crowd to play along with me…I just don't know if we're gonna be faces or heels…I kinda hope heels, they're easier plus more fun." She said smiling.
"So you like being a heel? Like that bad girl reputation?" Scott asked, hoping he was getting somewhere with her. He didn't know her very well, but this was a good thermometer. If she slapped him she wasn't the type of girl he wanted to get to know. Uptight people were not his thing. But he wasn't sure if he wanted her to jump on him either. He'd learned from the past that girls who were quick to the sack did not make good companions, they were usually only after one thing and once that wasn't enough they moved on to the next warm body. He guessed he was more or less hoping she had a sense of humor and half a brain. Those were scarce in the wrestling world.
"What, you don't?" She teased.
"I don't what? Like being a heel?" Scott asked, smirking.
"No, having a bad girl reputation…" Paige said sarcastically.
"Smartass…"Scot said, finding it difficult not to smile. Paige realized just how gorgeous and sincere his smile was. She wanted to do as much as possible to keep him smiling, "I usually start out that way, but I'm just so damn loveable I guess the audience just can't help themselves." Scott continued cockily.
A majority of the time, Paige would have been completely repulsed by someone who was acting this self-absorbed. But she had a feeling he was toying with her.
"I hope that's not what you're expecting from me…" She said, resting her chin on her palm as she propped her elbow on the table. She didn't mean for it to come out as suggestive as it did.
"Expecting what?" He asked, smiling.
"For me not to be able to help myself. I don't go weak in the knees very often." She teased, taking the bottle of his coke away, taking a drink.
"Well, just hang around me some more…" Scott said, laying his arm on the table.
Paige had been able to control herself around Jason…she was baiting him…she was waiting for him to make the move, she didn't feel any urgency toward him, no matter how thick he tried to lay it on. But Scott was affecting her quite differently. She felt herself aching to jump into his lap and kiss him hard. She couldn't stop staring at his lips, his eyes, back and forth between the two.
Scott had to admit he was usually able to compose himself when it came to women. He played his game, staying on a more or less schedule on when they kissed, made love, etc. But he couldn't help but feel a strong desire for spontaneity. He was with someone though. He'd been able to keep his nose clean, staying away from those old bad habits that had damn near ruined his life. But damn, did he want to kiss her.
Before either of them knew it, Scott pulled her to him and she went willingly, their lips crashing together with such a great force it might have been painful had they not been so consumed with a lustful need. Scott hands wrapped around her, pressing her against him, almost scared to let his hands explore her, afraid he would go too far. Paige held his face in her hands as if trying to solidify that it was really happening to her. Her hands slid back, sliding over his slick black hair, her fingers delving into his tresses.
Their tongues lashed at each other with feverish ferocity, as if the other couldn't stand it a second longer. Paige felt her arousal soar through the roof in a very short period of time. There was no game playing with this one. Scott's thoughts were almost identical.
Slowly they pulled away from each other, breath heavily, their kiss leaving both of them with some degree of physical exhaustion. Their eyes locked and were about to lean in again when they heard metal clicking at the door. Paige quickly found her chair again, as both of them tried to make it look like they hadn't just been making out.