The Female Acolyte

Prologue

Krystina Jolene Benoit happily walked down the halls to the Acolytes Protection Agency's office. As per her father's request, she made sure that she was dressed to the nines, wearing a red dress with a white sweater over it. She wore her hair in braided pigtails, her signature hairstyle. Her eyes scanned the halls, wanting to soak in every detail of this moment. She couldn't believe that she was here meeting all the super stars of the World Wrestling Federation but after many months of pleading with her father, getting and maintaining good grades in her classes, sixteen year old Krystina had finally convinced him to bring her here. Her dad had been keeping a sharp eye on her because he wanted her to be on her best behavior and when she saw that he was distracted, she had made a break for her favorite tag team's office. As she was drawing closer to her destination, she could hear boisterous laughing of five different men. She looked through the door's window and saw that the A.P.A were there playing cards and smoking cigars with three other men known as Too Cool. She squealed with delight at seeing her top two favorite tag teams together. Krystina controlled her breathing and with a sliver of courage, she knocked on the door. She heard the men sigh in irritation, causing her to immediately regret her actions. She saw Ron Smith, also known as Farooq look through the window of the door and frown when he saw her. His deep voice was loud as spoke,

"Damn kid how did you get back here? Don't you know that the audience isn't allowed back here?" She nodded as she tried to find her voice,

"Yes, sir I know but you see-"

"Who the hell is that Farooq?" Suddenly the man known as Bradshaw was at her door. She felt her insides tighten at the sight of the six foot six Texan towering over her. Farooq's angry stare and imposing figure was not helping her nerves either until she heard a familiar voice bark,

"Krystina Jolene Benoit, I told you to stay in my line of sight!" When she heard her full name called, she instantly felt her feet root to the spot as her eyes widened in fear.

She had fucked up and she was going to get it when her dad got her alone. She hung her head in shame.

Goddamn it.

She turned to face the music when Bradshaw cut in, "Chris you know her?" Her father nodded, his angry stare not leaving his daughter's face,

"Of course I do, this is Krystina. She's the eldest of my kids; you know the one I don't stop talking about." Farooq exclaimed as a light bulb seemed to click on,

"Oh yeah! I remember!" Krystina looked up at her father. Did he really talk about her all the time to them? She felt her face flush a deep burgundy as she imagined what he had told them. Bradshaw and Farooq's expressions softened as they knew who they were no dealing with. Bradshaw smiled,

"Well Krystina, it's nice to meet you." She turned to the around and looked up into his eyes giving him a big smile,

"It's an honor to meet you guys, but please call me Tina, my friends do." She shook each of their hands. The tag team invited her and her father into the office where Scotty2Hotty, Grandmaster Sexay and Rikishi were patiently waiting for their hosts to return. When they saw that two more people had joined the group, they said their hellos once they all settled in. Krystina watched as the men continued to play poker, dealing Chris in. Once the game went underway, Krystina began to answer the questions they asked her,

"So Little Mama, "Farooq began, "How old are you?" She smiled shyly,

"I'm seventeen years old." Everyone made approving noises as she continued, "I just graduated high school where I was on the wrestling team." Everyone was politely listening to her as she concluded, "Dad brought me here not only because I wanted to see you guys but hopefully join your roster one day!"