Eric sighed as he stormed through the arena. Never in his entire
career had he been as angry as he was at that moment. Just thinking what
that little bitch had done on live air was enough to boil anyone's blood.
Jade McMahon was going to pay-daughter of the boss or not-because no one
puts down Eric Bischoff.
"Hunter, have you seen Jade?" Eric approached the looming figure that stood at the door to his office, in a heated discussion with Ric Flair. Hunter looked up.
"Eric, man, I've been looking for you. I want to talk to you about the recent Scott Steiner rumour. He can't sign with us, Eric; he doesn't have the right attitude, not to mention the talent."
"Hunter, that's between Steiner and me. Right now, I need to know if you've seen Jade."
Hunter looked surprised. It was as if Eric hadn't really been listening to his number one superstar. A pout filled his face and he grunted. "Haven't seen her. Probably with her sister somewhere." With that, he nodded at Flair and the two hustled off down the hallway, leaving Eric fuming outside his office door.
He entered the room, looking down, thinking of ways to get even with Jade. Ever since he had entered the WWE, Jade McMahon, the youngest daughter of Vince McMahon, tried to make his life a living hell. She had the looks of a goddess, and the personality of an angel, but Eric would never tell her that. He never had time. Jade was the only one who insisted on making his life a mess. She just got off the air on Monday Night Raw, mentally smacking Eric again, saying that he wasn't worth the money that her father's company was spending on him. "He's nothing but a wash-up wannabe and I don't know how anyone could be gullible enough to hire the maniac," she fumed into the microphone, leaving Eric backstage, watching his television set in a blind rage. She was just mad at her father because he had hired him; he figured she felt threatened and was jealous because WCW was such a big success.
Her sister, Stephanie, was no better. Steph had been running SmackDown for quite some time now, and to great lengths of success-another secret Eric would never admit to any of the McMahon family. The girls were great successes, a word Eric had become accustomed to through his WCW experience. But he wanted them to fail so miserably; particularly Jade for making his life the way it was in this company.
He sat down at the desk that was in the room, trying to decide what to do. He could go on air and slander her back, but that would do no good. He would just be sinking to her level. He sat in his chair and twirled around, his fingers clasped in a temple-like shape. His evil demeanour spelled out everything he stood for, yet he still felt as if there were something missing in his career. His wife always said he would go for what he wanted and would get it. So when would he get rid of Jade McMahon?
Suddenly, his cell phone rang, jarring him out of his deep thoughts. He jumped at the sound before recovering and answering the ring with a curt greeting.
"Did you enjoy the show, Eric?"
Eric felt his blood boil and his head begin to pound at the sound of Jade's voice. He began to rub his temples. "Very humorous, Jade, very funny. But the next time you talk me down like that, it'll cost you."
"Just like your entrance theme says, eh, Eric?" There was a joking tone in the girl's voice, almost as if she enjoyed torturing him. On the other end of the line, Jade stood a foot away from Eric's office door, on her cell phone, taunting her sworn enemy. Jade had been a part of the wrestling company ever since she could walk and she wasn't about to let the man who once ran WCW drive her father's successes into the ground. Tapping lightly on the door, she entered the office, savouring the look of annoyance on Eric's face. She anticipated a quick comment, but got a quiet remark instead.
"I didn't say 'come in'."
She giggled out loud. "Oh, come off it, Eric! You know that you want me in here. You can't resist the boss's daughter."
"Watch me," he muttered, finding it hard to look at her as she slithered her way up to his desk. Perching herself on top of the desk, she turned to face him and drew his face her way.
"Mr. Bischoff, I am a McMahon. I don't let anyone walk on me. Not even you. If you're going to work here, you're going to have to realize that. If I want something, I will stop at nothing to get it. And what I want is you out of my way."
"I know you go for what you want, Jade." Eric's voice was calm but his head was ringing with silent alarms. If he wasn't careful, then he could fall into the same trap that so many of the other WWE superstars have. The trap of the sexy, seductive Jade McMahon.
"I'll never forget what you did to me at WCW, you and that damn Degeneration X," he said, standing up to avoid eye contact. "We lost ticket sales because of you."
Jade smiled at the recollection. "Ahh, memories, eh, Eric. They make me smile. Especially the remembrance of the look on your face when DX invaded WCW that one night. We took matters into our own hands, Eric, and we won. Don't underestimate me." With that, she slid off the desk and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.
"Don't worry, Jade," Eric muttered to himself. "I don't underestimate you. If anything, I think I overestimate you."
"Hunter, have you seen Jade?" Eric approached the looming figure that stood at the door to his office, in a heated discussion with Ric Flair. Hunter looked up.
"Eric, man, I've been looking for you. I want to talk to you about the recent Scott Steiner rumour. He can't sign with us, Eric; he doesn't have the right attitude, not to mention the talent."
"Hunter, that's between Steiner and me. Right now, I need to know if you've seen Jade."
Hunter looked surprised. It was as if Eric hadn't really been listening to his number one superstar. A pout filled his face and he grunted. "Haven't seen her. Probably with her sister somewhere." With that, he nodded at Flair and the two hustled off down the hallway, leaving Eric fuming outside his office door.
He entered the room, looking down, thinking of ways to get even with Jade. Ever since he had entered the WWE, Jade McMahon, the youngest daughter of Vince McMahon, tried to make his life a living hell. She had the looks of a goddess, and the personality of an angel, but Eric would never tell her that. He never had time. Jade was the only one who insisted on making his life a mess. She just got off the air on Monday Night Raw, mentally smacking Eric again, saying that he wasn't worth the money that her father's company was spending on him. "He's nothing but a wash-up wannabe and I don't know how anyone could be gullible enough to hire the maniac," she fumed into the microphone, leaving Eric backstage, watching his television set in a blind rage. She was just mad at her father because he had hired him; he figured she felt threatened and was jealous because WCW was such a big success.
Her sister, Stephanie, was no better. Steph had been running SmackDown for quite some time now, and to great lengths of success-another secret Eric would never admit to any of the McMahon family. The girls were great successes, a word Eric had become accustomed to through his WCW experience. But he wanted them to fail so miserably; particularly Jade for making his life the way it was in this company.
He sat down at the desk that was in the room, trying to decide what to do. He could go on air and slander her back, but that would do no good. He would just be sinking to her level. He sat in his chair and twirled around, his fingers clasped in a temple-like shape. His evil demeanour spelled out everything he stood for, yet he still felt as if there were something missing in his career. His wife always said he would go for what he wanted and would get it. So when would he get rid of Jade McMahon?
Suddenly, his cell phone rang, jarring him out of his deep thoughts. He jumped at the sound before recovering and answering the ring with a curt greeting.
"Did you enjoy the show, Eric?"
Eric felt his blood boil and his head begin to pound at the sound of Jade's voice. He began to rub his temples. "Very humorous, Jade, very funny. But the next time you talk me down like that, it'll cost you."
"Just like your entrance theme says, eh, Eric?" There was a joking tone in the girl's voice, almost as if she enjoyed torturing him. On the other end of the line, Jade stood a foot away from Eric's office door, on her cell phone, taunting her sworn enemy. Jade had been a part of the wrestling company ever since she could walk and she wasn't about to let the man who once ran WCW drive her father's successes into the ground. Tapping lightly on the door, she entered the office, savouring the look of annoyance on Eric's face. She anticipated a quick comment, but got a quiet remark instead.
"I didn't say 'come in'."
She giggled out loud. "Oh, come off it, Eric! You know that you want me in here. You can't resist the boss's daughter."
"Watch me," he muttered, finding it hard to look at her as she slithered her way up to his desk. Perching herself on top of the desk, she turned to face him and drew his face her way.
"Mr. Bischoff, I am a McMahon. I don't let anyone walk on me. Not even you. If you're going to work here, you're going to have to realize that. If I want something, I will stop at nothing to get it. And what I want is you out of my way."
"I know you go for what you want, Jade." Eric's voice was calm but his head was ringing with silent alarms. If he wasn't careful, then he could fall into the same trap that so many of the other WWE superstars have. The trap of the sexy, seductive Jade McMahon.
"I'll never forget what you did to me at WCW, you and that damn Degeneration X," he said, standing up to avoid eye contact. "We lost ticket sales because of you."
Jade smiled at the recollection. "Ahh, memories, eh, Eric. They make me smile. Especially the remembrance of the look on your face when DX invaded WCW that one night. We took matters into our own hands, Eric, and we won. Don't underestimate me." With that, she slid off the desk and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.
"Don't worry, Jade," Eric muttered to himself. "I don't underestimate you. If anything, I think I overestimate you."