The Bottom of the Barrel

Lukretia had reserved a room in the AFW backstage and had been sitting on a couch casually for a little while. She had done a lot of thinking lately and thought that it was time to actually do something besides wrestle. Her presence had definitely been made known. Unlike most days, she wasn't dressed in her normal halter top. She was in an elegant black dress that was backless and thin strapped. If she was wearing a bra, she was definitely doing a good job of hiding it, as the fabric her plump yet pert breasts. She had set up a table and next to was a few bottles of wine chilling with three wine glasses next toi it. Lukretia herself had already enjoyed a beer from her own personal stock that she had supplied in the fridge for the occasion. Now she was merely waiting for the others.

She had made arrangements to meet with one of the AFW's tag teams. The Lovely Couple, as they were called. The had been most known for some pretty devastating defeats, often ending with the two of them loosing to only one opponent. They seemed rather hopeless from what Lukretia had gathered, but that is what made them perfect. So she sent out a letter of invitation to have the girls come meet her. 'A friendly chat to talk about both business and pleasure and enjoy their company.' Lukretia was hoping the two would take her invitation, but she was sure they couldn't pass it up. With a smile she reached over and opped open one of the wine bottles and poured herself a drink, sitting back down and sipping it casually.

Cheryl and Isabella couldnt find a good reason about why someone as well known as Lukretia would like to meet them. Lead by curiosity, the sister accepted the girl's invitation. Once Cheryl was out of their apartment, Isabella shut the door behind of her and locked it with a key. Cheryl was wearing a nice pink dress, not too long but not too short, and pink little shoes. Isabella was wearing a loose white tanktop and blue denim pants, and snickers.

The girls made it to the backstage room where they were supposed to meet Lukretia. Cheryl politely knocked on the door three times. Not willingly to wait for someone to say "Come in" or to simply come and open the door for them, Isabella opened the door herself and entered the room. "Hiyaa!" - "That's not right, Isabella..." Cheryl whispered to her sister's ear as she came in the room as well.

Lukretia sat up when the two knocked. She hadn't expected them to barge into the room but certainly wasn't upset about it. She put on a smile and set down her wine glass and walked over to them. "Guten Tag!" she said cheerfully, extending her arms in a greeting. She stepped past them and nudged the door shut before putting one arm around each girl.

"I am glad zat you decided to accept meine invitation." Her thick german accent overflowing in her words. She looked to Isabella first. "Isabella..." she turned her head and looked at Cheryl. "Und Cheryl? Am I right?" She asked making sure she didn't confuse the two. "I know who you are, but, I am not sure if you know who I am." She said and urged the two forward with her arms.

"Please, ladies, vhy don't you take a seat und ve can enjoy ourselves." She said motioning for them to take a seat on the couch.

'Hahahah! What a funny accent!'. That was all Isabella could think of at the moment. So, when Lukretia asked them if she was right, the one who had to answer was Cheryl. "Yup, that's right." As she said that, she moved her hand to Isabella's back to poke her a little and make her come back to the real world. The blue haired sister snapped out of it, just in time to completely hear Lukretia's statement. "Oh, I know who you are! You are...! Oh no, I forgot what I was going to say" Isabella rubbed the back of her head as she giggled softly, sticking her tongue out and closing her eyes. Cheryl sighed; her sister didnt need any help to make herself look ridicolous.

"The truth is, that we came here wondering that. I guess it was simple curiousity." Cheryl answered to Lukretia's next question with a quite innocent tune, which gave credibility to her words.

Lukretia mentally cringed at the display of the hopeless siters. At least one of them seemed competent. She would just have to focus on Cheryl. "Please ladies, have a seat und make yourselves comfortable." She took out the wine and held it up to them. "Vould you care for a drink?" She offered as she poured them each a glass. Whether or not they took it didn't matter to Lukretia, she was just being a gracious host.

"Meine name is Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt." She said. "Along vith being a wrestler here, I am also a business woman und I have had meine eye on ze both of you. I think zat maybe ve could vork vell together."

"I have seen your skills..." She practically had to force the word out of her mouth. "Und I am quite impressed. Vould you be interested in hearing a proposal?"

Both Cheryl and Isabella sat on the seats Lukretia assigned them. Neither of them was old enough to drink. The brown haired sister refused to accept the girl's glass, but Isabella wasnt able to control herself and simply took the glass with wine. "Thanks, I needed a drink." The blue haired girl said with a smirk as she sipped a little of wine.

'A business woman..? What could she be looking for ?' Cheryl wondered as she rubbed her chin with two fingers. "Hah! Skills? Are you sure you're talking about us? I mean, we've only won one match, you know.." Isabella stated. "Sshh! What kind of proposal do you have in mind, Miss Lukretia?" Her sister wanted her to stay quiet so she could hear what Lukretia was going to tell them. Cheryl, once again, was taking care of thinking for the both of them.

Lukretia sat on the couch next to Cheryl and casually rested a hand on the girl's leg. She looked into her eyes with an almost devious smile. "What if I said, there is a possibility that I could get the two of you a shot at the Tag Team Title?" She paused already knowing what Isabella blurted out. "Your skills... yes... I think with the right kind of training that you may live up to your potential even if you may not be so confident."

Isabella's eyes suddenly widened as she heard Lukretia's proposal. She also spat all the wine that was in her mouth to the floor, turning back to look at the girl with the strange accent. "Wha-Wha-What...?!" Isabella said, pretty nervous, still not being able to believe what Lukretia just said. "You really can do that..?" Cheryl asked, in a much more polite tune. "..You're not just trying to fool us, are you..?" She added, trying to calm herself and make sure that Lukretia really meant that. She'd be really disappointed if it was just a joke.

Lukretia sighed inwardly at Isabella. She wanted nothing more than to take the idiot out back and thrash her for a while but she continued to ignore her. Continuing to run her hand up and down Cheryl's leg she smiled and took a sip of her wine. "It's not guaranteed of course, but I think zat I could get you a shot at ze title, if you are interested. Vouldn't ze two of you finally like to see vat it's like on ze top?" She questioned with a smile.

She paused for a moment. "But if I am able to get you ze title shot, I vould have one request. I don't think it is very much... Until ze title match und during, I vould like to manage ze both of you. If you vin ze title, zen you vvould be free to do vith it as you pleased und I vould be out of your hair. But I think vith my help, maybe zere is a shot you could even vin it. Vat do you say?" She held out her hand in front of them. "Cheryl und Isabella, AFW Tag Team Champions, how does zis sound?"

Cheryl, nervous by the way Lukretia's hand rubbed her leg, blushed lightly and gulped heavily. "...That sounds... cool..." The girl said, already picturing herself and her sister holding the AFW Tag Team Title Belt high above their heads. Their theme song sounding on the loudspeakers and everybody clapping for them. In more simple words, their dream becoming truth.

She turned her face to look at the girl with the german accent. Her eyes were shining bright. "... I accept.." The little girl said with a nod. Isabella was still in shock; she couldnt believe it!