A/N: Bahaha, Kelly Kelly. That's all I have to say about that.
Oh yeah, this probably won't be updated often. Unless…
Vince's phone rang on his desktop. "Hello?" he answered in a gruff tone.
"Dad? It's Shane. I'm supposed to call and ask you about that new girl we found at that fashion show last month?" Shane said from the other side of the line.
"Oh, Miss Blank?" Vince's body violently jolted before he could continue. "Yes, I have a meeting with her this afternoon, actually," he continued, regaining his composure. "I'm currently preparing the paperwork. Assuming she's as stunning as you all make her out to be, she should be singing on the dotted line when we're through. What did you want to ask about her?"
"Uh, dad, her name is Barbie. Stephanie is not going to like that. A shitty name like that is really going to give the creative team hell. What the fuck can they do with a name like Barbie? Let me tell you, it isn't much," Shane explained.
"Hm, I suppose that is true. Barbie," Vince stopped again, another violent jolt running through his system. Shaking it off, he continued, "is quite an odd name. She's very young, and I believe she's only nineteen…And she's blonde from what I've seen. I'm thinking about giving her a classic dumb blonde gimmick…" Vince took in another sharp breath after a third jolt ran through his body.
"Dad, are you alright?" Shane asked over the line, sensing that his dad was physically disturbed.
"Yes, I am. Thank you for asking, son. Anyways, we're thinking of calling her Kelly Kelly."
"Kelly Kelly? What the fuck is that shit?"
"Shane! Is that any way to talk to your father?" Vince boomed, slamming the desk with his fist. Shortly after relenting his frustration onto the wooden surface, a fourth jolt surged through his limbs. "It's all a part of the plan. We have big things planned for Miss Blank if she surpasses my expectations in this interview."
"Dad, this is World Wrestling Entertainment, not a strip club. If you keep hiring girls like this, you're going to be put on pay per view only, and RAW is going to have a different meaning, if you catch my drift."
"Shane, I have to go," Vince said, his breathing getting heavier. "I'll talk to you later. Tell your mom I say hi."
After hanging up with his son, Vince leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes glazed over. He scooted his chair back a couple of feet.
A tall, slender blonde got off of her knees and stood up from under the desk. "So, Mr. McMahon, about my contract?" she asked before wiping her mouth off.
Vince put himself back in his dress pants and stood up. "Miss Blank, consider yourself hired."