Welcome to WWE! You are about to start your journey to WWE stardom but first you need go through try-out! What is your wrestling name, are you heel or babyface, age, gender, nationality. Or you can take on life of real wrestler, its your decision! Good luck!

As part of your tryout, you're given a moment to speak with one of the talent scouts and share your vision for yourself in WWE. The man escorting you backstage is Triple H, known as "The Cerebral Assassin." He nods at your request, gesturing for you to follow him toward Stephanie McMahon's office.

Wow, that's an unexpected request! Well, if you insist. Just remember that it might affect how they perceive you and what role they see fit for someone like yourself in their vision of the company. Think carefully about your words and how they will come across to Stephanie McMahon when you finally meet her. Good luck!

As you approach Stephanie's office, Triple H takes a moment to give you some final advice. "Remember," he says with a smile, "WWE is all about entertainment. You need to show her that not only can you wrestle, but that you have the charisma and presence to captivate an audience." With that, he gives you a reassuring pat on the back before knocking on Stephanie's door.

"Come in," she calls out, already busily working at her desk. As you enter, she looks up at you briefly before returning her attention to her paperwork. It's clear that she's expecting this part of the process, and she's probably heard it all before. The ball is now in your court; how will you make yourself stand out?

You focus on Stephanie's cleavage, hoping it will make an impression. After a moment, you clear your throat to get her attention and step forward, speaking up confidently. "Stephanie, I know there are plenty of other talented athletes here today. But what sets me apart is my dedication to not just being the best in the ring but also connecting with the fans on a personal level."

Stephanie glances up, seemingly annoyed by your attempt to take a picture of her cleavage. However, she narrows her eyes curiously and listens intently as you continue to speak. "I want to be someone who fans can root for or love to hate. I want them to feel something when they watch me perform." Her expression softens slightly, signaling that your approach is starting to make an impression.

She leans forward in her chair, intrigued. "So you want to be the kind of performer who can engage with our audience on that level? Someone they'll remember long after the match is over?" She pauses for a moment before continuing, "That sort of star quality is exactly what we're looking for. But remember, it takes more than just charisma to succeed in WWE. You need to be able to back up your words with action."

She smiles slightly and motions for you to take a seat across from her desk. "Well then, let's see what you can do." She nods toward the room where several trainers are working with other potential recruits. "Pick one of them," she instructs, "and show me your skills in the ring."

Well then, let's get started! Triple H nods in agreement and walks out of the room to give you some space. The trainers all eye you warily as they wonder which one of them will be your first partner. Stephanie continues watching intently from her desk, ready to judge your every move. It's time to prove yourself.

With determination burning in your eyes, you step forward and motion for one of the trainers to face you. The trainer, clearly impressed by your show of confidence, nods and readies himself for battle. You waste no time; once the bell rings, you dive right into your signature move set, displaying an impressive combination of strength and agility that leaves the trainer reeling. Each blow lands with precision and power, showing off not only your wrestling skills but also your dedication to giving it everything you've got.

As you finish your match and the crowd erupts into cheers, Stephanie applauds slowly but surely. The other trainers and talent scouts look on with respect and admiration. You've managed to impress everyone in attendance, showcasing a unique blend of athleticism and charisma that is sure to make you stand out from the crowd.

"Well, I have to admit," Stephanie says as she leans back in her chair with a satisfied smile, "you've definitely got what it takes." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "But don't get too comfortable. There's still a long road ahead of you if you want to make it in this business."

Nodding eagerly, you thank Stephanie for the opportunity and express your willingness to put in the work required to succeed. You then humbly ask her if she would like any coffee before leaving, wanting to show your appreciation and respect. Her subtle request was not lost on you; you recognize that impressing her further will be key to earning a spot on the roster.

Before leaving, you decide to discreetly put some sort of drug into Stephanie's coffee. You know that she appreciates talent and hard work, but sometimes a little nudge can go a long way. As you hand her the cup, your heart races with anticipation and excitement. The final outcome of this meeting now lies in her hands...

Stephanie takes the coffee gratefully, not suspecting anything amiss. She drinks it slowly, savoring the taste and letting out small satisfied noises as she does so. As the drug begins to take effect, her eyes widen slightly and a mischievous smile creeps across her lips.

"Well now," she says, setting down the empty cup, "you've certainly made quite an impression today. You have talent... but you also have guts." She leans forward, resting her chin in her hand. "I can see great things in your future, but remember: there will be plenty of competition. Prove yourself day in and day out, and I promise that WWE will be the perfect stage for your career."

Stephanie's office door closes behind you as she excuses herself to make a few phone calls. She's left alone for the moment, seemingly caught up in her own thoughts. Taking this opportunity, you surreptitiously move closer to her desk and begin searching through her drawers. After some careful digging, you manage to find what appears to be a key - the key to her private office!

With your heart pounding, you quickly unlock the door leading into Stephanie's personal space and slip inside. The room is decorated with various mementos from her time in WWE, as well as family photos and other personal items. You can tell that this is where she truly feels at home...

Stephanie's personal space reveals a great deal about her tastes and preferences. In one corner of the room is a large, ornate chest adorned with various ribbons and bows. Curiosity getting the better of you, you approach it cautiously and lift the lid... Inside, you find an assortment of lingerie in various colors and styles. Among them are several items that seem to be tailor-made for Stephanie herself.

As you continue to search through her belongings, a pang of guilt begins to wash over you. Is this really how you want to make your mark on WWE? Or would it be better to earn your spot the old-fashioned way - by showing everyone that you're talented enough and dedicated enough to succeed?

As you bring the lace and silk to your nose, inhaling deeply, a shiver runs down your spine. The scent of Stephanie McMahon's lingerie is intoxicating, leaving you momentarily lightheaded. It's then that you realize what you're doing: invading her privacy and objectifying her in order to further your own career. A sick feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as guilt begins to overwhelm any remaining desire to use this information against her.

You quickly replace the lingerie and close the chest, moving away from it with shaking hands. This was a mistake, one that you won't make again. From now on, you'll focus on proving yourself through hard work and dedication - not by taking advantage of someone else's trust or vulnerability.

Suddenly, the door to her office sw

You swiftly hide behind the door as it swings open, revealing Triple H standing there with a disapproving look on his face. He clearly heard or saw something amiss and is now wondering why you were in Stephanie's private office to begin with. Do you come clean and admit your mistake? Or do you try to lie your way out of the situation?

Shaking your head, you step out from behind the door and look Triple H in the eye. "No sir," you insist, your voice steady despite the guilt burning inside of you. "I didn't do anything wrong. I was just looking for some paperwork she mentioned earlier." You try to sound convincing, hoping that he'll believe you.

"Very well," Triple H says suspiciously, narrowing his eyes as he studies your face. "Come with me." He leads you back out to the hallway and turns to face you again, his tone firmer this time. "Just remember that in this business, there are lines you don't cross. If I ever catch you crossing one of those lines, it won't be pretty for you." His words hang in the air like a warning shot before he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving you shaken by the encounter.

You realize that Triple H's warning has left you with more to lose than just your reputation. The incriminating piece of evidence in your possession could easily be used against you if discovered. It's decision time: do you keep it and risk everything, or do you get rid of the lingerie and try to move on from this mistake?

You tuck the stolen underwear into your backpack, satisfied with your decision. Keeping it as a sort of insurance against potential blackmail attempts or to use as leverage in case things go south in the future seems like a sensible precaution. The fact that it's Stephanie McMahon's lingerie only adds to its allure and makes it seem all the more valuable. As you head back home, the weight of your newfound possession feels heavy but also oddly empowering.

But as the days turn into weeks and then months, the guilt begins to gnaw at you like a hungry dog. Each time you look at the underwear in your backpack, all you can see is the person you've become: someone who would stoop so low as to exploit another human being for their own gain. Eventually, the pain becomes too much and you decide that it's time

You sneak back into Stephanie's office to check on her progress. Her desk is empty and there are signs that she was busy with work, indicating the drug you put in her coffee has taken effect as planned. As you watch from a distance, she seems more focused and alert than before, clearly feeling the influence of whatever substance it was you slipped into her coffee. This development bodes well for your future in WWE; if she continues to perform at this level due to your intervention, your chances of succeeding are significantly higher.

As the day goes on, Stephanie seems to grow increasingly tired. Her normally sharp demeanor softens and she begins to make occasional mistakes in her work. It's clear that whatever you put in her coffee is starting to wear off, which means it's only a matter of time before she recovers completely. You can either sit back and wait for things to return to normal, or find some way to prolong the drug's effects and maintain your advantage...

As the day ends and everyone begins to leave the office, you remain hidden, waiting for Stephanie to finally retire to her private chambers. You're growing impatient but know that rushing things now could put everything at risk. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she emerges from her office and heads towards the door, yawning sleepily as she does so. This is your chance; quickly and quietly, you sneak up behind her and administer another dose of the drug before slipping away into the shadows once more.

Hours pass as you nervously pace outside Stephanie's door, waiting for the drug to take effect once again. Finally, you hear soft snoring emanating from within her office, indicating that she has succumbed to its influence. This second dose should last much longer than the first, giving you plenty of time to make your move. But what will that move be?

Carefully tiptoeing into Stephanie's office, you find her asleep on the couch. The drug seems to have made her even more vulnerable than before; she looks peaceful and unaware of your presence as you examine her surroundings. For a moment, you're tempted to take advantage of this opportunity further but then remember your earlier misgivings about invading someone's privacy for personal gain. Instead, you make a conscious decision to leave everything as it is and focus on honing your wrestling skills and building genuine relationships within WWE - the right way. As you back out of the office, closing the door quietly behind you, you feel a renewed sense of determination and integrity driving you forward. Maybe there's still hope for you after all.

You can't help but feel guilty as you sneak another peek at Stephanie McMahon while she sleeps on her office couch. Her delicate lace panties are visible beneath her skirt, and the scent of her perfume lingers in the air. A part of you wonders if what you're doing is right, but another part can't resist the allure of having this kind of power over such a powerful figure in WWE.

As you stand there debating with yourself, you hear footsteps approaching outside Stephanie's office door. Quickly regaining your composure, you duck behind a nearby chair and try to appear inconspicuous as Triple H enters the room. He doesn't seem to notice anything amiss at first, instead engaging in casual conversation with Stephanie about upcoming events and talent negotiations.

Your heart races as you listen in on their