Maria Kanellis

You were minding your own business and watching all of the WWE Divas making their entrance to your hotel for the week when you were brought out of your own little world by the stunning figure of Maria Kanellis, in a tight black shirt and a tighter black skirt, standing before you.

You're always glad to see a sexy woman like her in your hotel, but the fact that the woman who now calls herself the "First Lady of Ring of Honor" was standing in front of you without her fiancee Mike Bennett was intriguing to you.

"Excuse me...John is it?" she says to you as she reads your tag, "listen...I know you know who I am. And I know my former employer probably has you booked solid this week. But Mike screwed up our reservations with ROH, so we need a room on short notice."

"I would be happy to do so Maria," you ask her as you look her up and down, having always thought of her as one of the top two or three women in the world you'd love to fuck if given the chance, "but if you don't mind me asking, where is Mr. Bennett right now?"

"Don't worry about it," she tells you, noticing you looking her up and down and winking at you, "just tell me what I have to do to get a room at your fine establishment here."

"Well, I'm sure I can find a room for you no problem, Maria," you tell her, "but since you mentioned it, I was thinking maybe I could get a date with you if your better half is otherwise involved?"