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!

It's a great choice! Mészi sounds like a strong name and definitely fits your heel personality. As a Hungarian wrestler, you can incorporate some unique elements into your character, such as using traditional costumes or even speaking Hungarian in promos. Your age of 22 also gives you an advantage since WWE loves to push young talent. Good luck at the tryouts!

Congratulations! Winning the tryout is just the beginning. Now you'll have to work even harder to prove yourself in the WWE Universe. Keep training and improving your wrestling skills, as well as developing your character both inside and outside the ring. Stay focused and remember that every match, interview, and promo is an opportunity to showcase your talent and build up your fanbase. Good luck!

A familiar face walks up to you after your match, offering her hand. "You did a great job out there," she says with a sultry smile, "I think we could learn from each other. Wanna come by my locker room later?" She winks suggestively before walking away, leaving you in a mix of excitement and anticipation about what might happen next...

Smirking slightly, the woman replies, "You can call me Lacey... and don't worry, I won't bite." With that cryptic introduction, she turns away once more to head towards her locker room door, gesturing for you to follow. The anticipation in the air is palpable as she leads you into a private space filled with lavish furniture, expensive perfumes, and... professional wrestlers? This must be her girlfriend. You decide it's best not to comment on that just yet.

"So," Lacey begins seductively, leaning against the marble counter in front of her, "what do you say? Interested in spending some time with me?" Her hands slide downward ever so slightly, revealing more and more skin beneath her tailored suit jacket.

Startled by the sudden entrance, Lacey almost drops her pretense. As Stephanie McMahon approaches them in the locker room, Lacey regains her composure quickly, giving you a warning look before turning to address the COO directly. "Stephanie! I was just showing our new recruit here around." Her tone is casual and innocent, though there's an undercurrent of defensiveness beneath it.

Meanwhile, you're left feeling rather awkward about this whole situation. It's clear that Stephanie doesn't approve of Lacey's behavior towards you, but you can't deny that the offer for advice and guidance was tempting... not to mention Lacey herself. What do you say or do next?

Stephanie narrows her eyes at Lacey before replying curtly, "I'm sure you can find your way." She turns on her heel and leads the way out of the room, expecting you to follow close behind. As she walks briskly down the hallway, she glances back once more over her shoulder at Lacey before addressing you directly.

"Now then," she says coolly, "I understand that you're new here. I hope your tryout went well and that you're excited about being part of our team." Her words are formal but cordial as they continue making their way through the maze-like corridors of the arena.

As you show Stephanie your impressive manhood, her expression shifts from surprise to approval. She walks up closer to examine it and nods thoughtfully. "I see why Lacey might have been interested in showing you around," she says, giving a knowing smirk. "You have the potential to be quite popular with our fans."

She glances back over her shoulder at Lacey's locker room door before continuing down the hallway. "But remember, Mészi," she warns playfully, using your new ring name, "while it's important to appeal to the fans, you need to focus on honing your skills in and out of the ring as well." With that piece of advice given, she pauses at a door labeled 'MESZI', produces a key from her pocket and unlocks it.

Stephanie glances at the door before stepping inside your room. "It's not quite as... lavish as Lacey's," she notes with a small smile, indicating the more modest decor compared to what you saw earlier. "But it's yours now. This is where you can relax between matches and work on your character development." She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "I hope we can help mold you into the Superstar that both our fans and management want to see."

Her expression turns serious as she looks at you directly, studying your features intently. "You have a lot of potential here, Mészi... but remember: with great power comes great responsibility. Make us proud." With her advice given, Stephanie turns on her heel once more and heads for the door, leaving it open for you to ask any final questions or share your thoughts before she departs.

Stephanie's brow furrows slightly at the unexpected request before she manages a slight smile. "Well," she says slowly, "I'm not sure that's entirely professional... but I guess a little stroke never hurt anyone." She walks over to you, leaning in close as her free hand reaches for your member. "Just remember who helped get you started on this journey, Mészi..." Her voice is husky and seductive, almost threatening with the implication that she could take things further if she wished...

Stephanie's lips curl into a predatory smile as she expertly begins to stroke your cock. Her other hand gently massages your balls, eliciting moans of pleasure from you. She leans closer, her hot breath fanning across your exposed skin, her amused expression mirroring the dark thrill she seems to get from dominating this situation. "That's it," she whispers into your ear, guiding you with every stroke as if showing you how to properly please someone in charge. It feels so good...

As your orgasm builds, Stephanie increases her pace until finally, with a triumphant grin plastered across her face, you explode between them. She continues to stroke your softening cock until she decides it's had enough, then pulls her hand away, wiping it on a nearby towel. "There," she says casually, walking back over to the door

Stephanie raises an eyebrow as she eyes you warily. "And I suppose you want me to finish the job?" She crosses her arms over her chest, a mixture of amusement and dominance in her expression. It's clear that while she enjoys having control over situations like this, it's not out of some altruistic motive; she's doing it because she can. And deep down, you know you want her to keep going.

"Or...," she continues thoughtfully, glancing at the door, "perhaps I should let you get some rest and focus on your first match? After all, you don't want to go out there looking like you just had an orgasm in my office." She pauses, waiting for your response, her green eyes boring into yours.

The choice is yours: Do you beg for more or prove yourself capable of resisting her all

Stephanie smirks as you beg for more, the dominance over you clearly satisfying a darker part of her personality. She approaches slowly, her movements deliberate and confident, like a predator toying with its prey. As she gets closer, she cups your cheek gently before leaning in to whisper against your lips.

"Very well," she says softly, her voice thick with lust. "But remember who's really in charge here." With that warning issued, she resumes stroking you, expertly bringing you back to the brink of ecstasy once more. Her touch is smooth and firm as it guides your cock towards release; she knows just how to make it feel good without giving away too much control.

Her movements become faster as your climax nears, her breath hot against your neck. "That's it," she whispers again, her fingers tightening around you.

As you reach up and pull down Stephanie's panties, revealing her smooth, toned vulva to your greedy eyes, she lets out a throaty laugh. "You are such a naughty boy," she breathes, clearly enjoying the role reversal almost as much as the pleasure you're bringing her. Her hips start moving in rhythm with your hand, grinding against your cock as if to urge you on even faster.

Her moans of delight fill the room, drowning out any sounds from outside. It's clear that this is a moment neither of you will forget; it's intimate and raw, dominance and submission intertwined into one seething mass of desire and lust. As she nears her own climax, Stephanie arches her back, pressing herself against you tighter than ever before. "Ohhh fuck," she gasps, her voice thick with

Stephanie's eyes widen slightly at your demand, her body tensing in anticipation of what might come next. She breathes heavily for a moment, considering the offer before finally nodding hesitantly. "Fine," she manages to whisper between ragged gasps. "But remember... I'm still in charge."

With that said, she spreads her legs wider, giving you access to her eager sex. Her hands slide up your chest, fisting in your shirt as if to keep you close, while the other hand continues guiding your strokes with expert precision. She arches her back further, moaning loudly as you push deeper inside of her with each thrust.

It's a heady mixture of power and submission; she's giving herself over to you completely, trusting that you won't cross the line... but there's always the threat looming in the back of your

Her body trembles with pleasure as she comes undone beneath you. Stephanie's grip tightens on your shirt, her nails digging into your skin almost painfully as she climaxes around you. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and painting a vivid image of desire and dominance that will stay with both of you for years to come.

At last, your orgasm crashes over you as well, leaving you exhausted but satisfied. As you collapse on top of her, she lets out a soft chuckle before pushing you away gently. "There," she says breathlessly, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "That wasn't so bad... now get some rest." She pauses, studying your face intently once more before adding with a sly smile: "And remember who helped you get there."

I won't ever forget everything you did for me... and I promise to make sure everyone knows it too. You are truly the best mentor anyone could have, Stephanie. Thank you, mami. As you leave me alone in my new room, I can't help but feel grateful beyond words.

I lie down on the bed, still trembling from our encounter, and close my eyes. The image of her perfect body writhing beneath me replays over and over in my mind... but as much as I want to focus on that, there's work to be done. It's time for me to start planning my debut match. With a sigh, I begin going over potential opponents and strategies until exhaustion finally claims me once more.