A Wrestler in the White House

Author: PaulenaK

Email: toukalah@hotmail.com

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. Vince McMahon owns everything WWE. Joss

Whedon owns everything BTVS/ATS.

Feedback: Is much appreciated.

 

AN: Based on something Jesse Ventura said quite a while ago.

 

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A Wrestler in the White House

 

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She couldn’t believe she was here!

 

No. Scrap that. She could believe she was here. What she couldn’t believe was that her cousin got to work, live and mingle with these people day in and day out.

 

Beautiful men… Willow cast an appreciative glance towards Edge, Chris

Jericho and Rob Van Dam standing on stage with all the other WWE Superstars at yet another prestigious WWE Charity event.

 

She saw Lita standing there with her boyfriend Matt Hardy hovering close by and smiled as her cousin sent her a little wave which she returned with a nervous one of her own, her eyes darting around the crowded room hoping the ever present cameras hadn’t picked up on her little action.

 

But they had she soon realised as her face filled several plasma screens placed strategically around the room. And then her name was being called out and she was being beckoned up on stage.

 

Now would be a good time for her well known stage fright to kick in, she mused, but that wasn’t to be the case tonight it seemed when she felt herself rise out of her chair and didn’t even balk as her legs carried her down the aisle to the stage.

 

She shot a pointed look her cousin’s way, but Lita merely waved her on to the big man waiting at the front holding a microphone. He was of the older generation, a ‘Hall of Fame-er’ who had turned politician she remembered Lita saying when she had pointed everyone out on there arrival.

 

“Don’t be afraid little lady, I just want your views on something that’s been keeping me awake at night.”

 

Willow nodded and stepped closer.

 

“What are your views on putting a wrestler in the White House?”

 

A deep chuckle was heard from behind her and she turned to see Triple H trying to keep a straight face.

 

She quirked a brow at him.

 

He quirked a brow right back before turning to his buddies.

 

“A wrestler in the White House, what a joke,” He scoffed.

 

It was an obvious jibe at the old guy, but he didn’t seem to put out by the former champion’s words, simply drew Willow’s attention back to him by shoving the microphone in her face again.

 

Willow sent him a look before her gaze went back to the four men huddled together a few feet behind her. The look she sent there leader was a thoughtful one and her answer caused more then a few sniggers from the crowd and wrestlers alike as well as the old guy in front of her when she replied in all seriousness.

 

“It could happen, there’s a vampire running a law firm in LA.”

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