Desires of passion

New beginings

Jordan love, Courtney Riot, are two twenty year old woman who have been scraping and clawing their way to become employed at World Wrestling Entertainment better know as WWE. THE wrestling company. It's four am and Jordan is pacing the newest hotel room of the night, The girls are in Connecticut a town over from their home to have a meeting with the one and only Vince McMahon. The only problem being her best friend and stable mate Courtney Riot who was currently splayed out on the immaculate white hotel bed snoring.  "Come on rise and shine... Courtney get out of bed now we have to go come on!" She yells out looming over the bed her arms crossed and her right foot taping impatiently. Courtney's hand flings out trying to hit Jordan but missing unwilling to open her eyes to find where the pest was coming from. Glaring at the curled ball in the bed Jordan contemplates leaving her lazy ass friend behind and try to worm her way into a solo career. A rustling along with a groan snaps her attention back to the room where Courtney is finally out of bed, stood looking as if she has been run over by a train with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her bleach blond hair was in knots sticking up straight into the air, her eyes were a red puffy squint she was using to glare at the world with. "I will rise but I refuse to shine!" She growls an inch from Jordan's face looking personally attacked by the popular saying. Jordan rolls her eyes done with her friends consent sarcasm there was not a moment of Courtney where you weren't hearing something smart out of her mouth. Watching as the snippy blonde stalks off into the on suite bathroom blanket still wrapped around her as a cape, Jordan sighs lovingly.
Jordan was already dressed in the most professional outfit she owned, a simple black dress, that Courtney called her weather woman dress and a simple pair of black stilettos. Her hair was pulled back out of her face with a hair clip and she felt ready to take this shoot with her armor being an outfit she would never wear. It wouldn't be Vince saying no to her if she wasn't dressed as herself. Courtney on the other hand who had been banging and clanging and swearing in the bathroom walks out looking ready for war. Her hair is down mused and messily hanging into her face, her eyes ringed thickly in black and spikes all over her clothing. Her white short sleeved shirt saying 'I tolerate you' with black leather patches on the shoulders that were littered in large sliver spikes, her jean shorts black with studs on the back pockets, even the toe of her loved worn black combat boots were lined with dangerous looking metal, the flecks of red looking suspiciously like blood hinting at the last poor wrestler's side that had been assaulted. It takes another hour and a half for them to drive from the old holiday inn they were staying at to the WWE headquarters where their meeting with Vince was being held.
"Okay so do we just knock or what" Jordan asks staring at the intimidating large, fancy, brown doors, not knowing the protocol for theses types of things. Just as she raised her hand to knock on the door deciding looking overly polite was better than looking ignorant and rude a pale chipped nail polished hand beats her to it. Courtney shoves her hand out grabbing on to the door handle and yanking the heavy oak open letting herself into their hopefully future bosses office with out care. Naturally Jordan follows behind knowing that the leader always leads her into trouble. "Hey boss man you wanted to see us?" Courtney all but yells cockily a chip constantly on her shoulder. They hadn't been their for even a minute and the girls were certain they would be thrown out and laughed out of the business,but to their surprise Vince looks up form his paper work with a smile on his face. "Ahh yes the bad girls club. I have been watching you girls. You are good, WWE is trying to bring back tag teams to the divas division." Vince starts folding his hands over the desk getting straight into business causing the girls hearts to raise and hold their breath. After a combined total of twenty nine years this could be there big break and with the way things were sounding so far they may even get to stay as a team! "So if you girls want I have a contract here for you to sign. what do you say?" He pushes a black book across the desk turning it dramatically keeping a neutral face as the girls glance around each other. To everyone's horror Courtney takes this time to open her mouth and anyone who had ever meet Courtney could tell you she should never talk during these kinds of things. Many aditude Era wrestlers will and have said that guys these days are to afraid of being fired, well this was the farthest truth when it came to Courtney Riot. " we would love to!" Jordan jumps in trying to beat Courtney to the punch only managing to be drowned out by the louder more out going of the two. "Well that sounds like Fun and all  but what do you have planned for us because I don't do face very well captain"She questions surprisingly making a good point in the negotiation. She had never played face well it was a weakness she despised no matter how she tried she could never seem to break out of the 'creepy, crazy' gimmick. "Well we were thinking you guys could be faces but if that will be a problem for you then I think you play heels very well" Vince gives his leeway picking up a pen and scratching face out of the contract and inking heel in its place. "Okay now that that is out of the way, you'll be debuting this week on smackdown in Philadelphia. We will keep your entrance music the same as it is now and you may also keep your ring gear." Vince explains passing the pen to Courtney who jots her seldom used birth name before passing the pen around to Jordan,name sealing their lives to the company for the next five years. "Welcome to the team I'm sure I'll be seeing you on tv Friday." Vince snaps the book shut with an audible snap. "yes sir!" The girls chime together Courtney adding a solute along with her own. Mr. McMahon dismisses them with a smirk on face amused by his newly acquired spunky diva hoping it would push back the compliments from fans and keep them entertained enough to shut them up.