Kill the Light

Chapter 1

Violet eyes looked up at the huge building as she slowly walked toward the entrance, doing exactly what Vince McMahon wanted. Angeni didn't question hardly anything, though she was very observant and quiet. Vince had shown up at her front door step, explaining who he was and said he'd found her resume on some kind of career site.

Angeni had been looking for a job since she was recently released from her secretarial position, so Vince couldn't have come at a better time. He told her the basics of the World Wrestling Federation, which was a professional wrestling organization and she would be a valet for his group known as the Corporation. The pay was mind-blowing and Angeni couldn't turn down the job offer if her life depended on it, hating that she had to live on unemployment for the past few months.

So here she was about to embark on this new journey into the WWF.

She wore a simple white sleeveless dress that had a sweetheart neckline and the bodice gathered in the front, shirring in the back for comfort. It had a beautiful deep purple, almost a royal shade, design splashed on it that were hand printed trees. It went to her knees, hugged her curves and Angeni decided on wearing white two inch pumps since it was winter outside, a white fur coat she'd gotten from a yard sale a few months back wrapped around her.

Her black hair was piled up on top of her head, a few tendrils framing her face and she had black eyeliner on with a deep purple lipstick that contrasted beautifully with her pale complexion. Walking up to the guard, Angeni flashed the special pass that Vince had given her, smiling when he immediately let her in. Stepping inside the building, her heels clicked against the concrete floor with every step she took.

Shane McMahon was waiting for her just inside the building as per Vince's orders, knowing he was the McMahon that most people didn't pay that much attention too. He was the Prince, but right now all eyes were fastened on the Princess. This made him perfect for running errands that required discretion such as this.

"Angeni?" He asked when she walked in.

Remembering Vince's description of the woman, Shane knew this was her, just by her violet eyes. Even though he technically knew that violet colored eyes were impossible and they were just that deep a blue, they were violet nevertheless and the only other woman he could ever recall seeing eyes like those were on Elizabeth Taylor. Very rare and definitely memorable.

"I'm Shane McMahon." He held out his hand to her, a cell phone clipped to his side, always in constant communication with the 'team', just in case they needed to move quickly, or something had happened.

"Ah yes, Vince told me all about you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Shane. You're his son, yes?" When Shane nodded, Angeni flashed a tentative smile, taking his hand to shake it and noticed how nervous he was. "I do apologize if I'm late, traffic was horrendous."

She blinked when he merely waved her off, releasing her hand and began guiding her down the hallway. Angeni looked around, taking in the surroundings and saw there were some people that looked downright...interesting. That was the best word to describe them, especially when they passed a man who had something written on his forehead and was holding a chopped off mannequin head.

What kind of organization was this?

Now that was surprising and he actually blinked down at her, wondering why Vince apparently hadn't told her more about the company. "The World Wrestling Federation," Shane began automatically, his tone slipping into the one he used for business. "We're a wrestling company, but we also provide entertainment. We're innovative, edgy and-" He cut himself off, realizing how he had been talking and flashed a tight, apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. We deal with entertainment and sports at the same time. That guy with the mannequin head is one of our performers. He's Al and the head is...Head."

"Vince did explain to me what kind of organization this was, just not in depth." Angeni said, wondering if Shane could read minds because she hadn't said her thought aloud. "He called it professional wrestling, but didn't go into much detail." She admitted, the smile never leaving her face and stopped when Shane did outside of a door that read 'CORPORATION' in black lettering. Shane opened it and gestured her inside, closing the door almost in a panic behind him.

Everyone looked up from what they were doing, eyes on the woman who had stepped through the door with Shane and Vince beamed at her. "Angeni, so glad you made it safely, my dear." He walked over, taking her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "May I take your coat?"

"Of course." She turned around and felt the fur leave her body, watching him hang it up and wondered who all of these people were. "Thank you; I'm not late am I?"

"No, of course not." Vince reassured her, walking over to gently take her by the arm, looping it through his before turning her towards the other people. "Before we get to business, I'll introduce you. Gerald Brisco, Pat Patterson, Boss Man, Big Show, Chyna, Ken Shamrock, The Rock, Test, Triple H."

Vince pointed each of them out as he said their names, aware that they were all staring at Angeni intently. The only one he did not introduce was a man sitting in the corner farthest away. A man who was taller than any of them, wearing red and black, his knees drawn up to his chest and his face buried in them.

"Everyone, this is...Angeni."

Chyna was the first to stand up, greeting her with a smile. "Nice meeting you, honey. Welcome to the Corporation." Everyone was acting weird, though they had a very good reason to.

Angeni returned the smile, nodding and shook the woman's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Come sit over here." Test patted the seat next to him, which was vacant and now he understood why. It was right beside Vince.

Chyna rolled her eyes. "Don't hit on the new girl, Andy."

He scowled. "Don't call me that, Joanie."

"Knock it off both of you." Triple H ordered, not even bothering to extend his welcome to the woman because he knew why she was here and what her purpose was.

Angeni was confused by the sudden name changes, but didn't say anything, sitting down beside the man known as Test/Andy. She couldn't help letting her eyes stray to the man in the far corner, dressed in red and black and apparently had some sort of mask on, wondering who he was. Remaining silent while Vince started the meeting, Angeni tried to listen to what he said, but something kept pulling her in the direction of the masked man.

Shane noticed almost immediately and couldn't honestly blame her. She had obviously known nothing about the WWF before Vince found her, and now she just knew next to nothing. To people who didn't know who Kane was, he was probably intriguing and frightening.

For the rest of them, the man was just frightening. Or would have been, if not for the fact that he knew Vince was playing dirty to keep the big man in line. It was a tough break for Kane, but right now, all cards were being played and no one was exempt from being used.

"Angeni, am I going too fast for you, dear?" Vince asked, his eyes moving to her.

"No Vince, I'm fine."

Angeni had heard everything he said about some group known as the Ministry of Darkness. She had the uncanny ability to be able to focus on multiple things at once, though she couldn't just simply stare at the masked man without others noticing. So Angeni just snuck quick glances at him while paying attention, wondering what exactly her role in all of this was.

Apparently, this group known as the Ministry of Darkness had run rough shot throughout the company for quite awhile now and the Corporation wanted to knock them down several pegs. So they had a match -Angeni assumed that was where the wrestling aspect actually came into play- tonight against the Acolytes. What kind of names were these? Angeni hoped she could simply stick with her name, nodding when Vince told her she would be accompanying Test and Ken Shamrock to ringside for the match.

"Forgive me if this is a stupid question, sir, but what exactly am I supposed to do out there?"

"Stand there, look pretty and interfere if we start losing."

Ken rolled his eyes and smacked Test upside the head. "Way to be subtle, asshole."

Angeni blinked, wondering what they meant by interfering.

"By interfering, they mean...get involved. Distract their opponents, distract the referee." Joanie said, taking pity on Angeni who quite obviously had no idea what she had walked into, wondering just what exactly Vince HAD told the woman.

"Joanie's idea of interference usually involves a shot to a man's genitals." Shane said, having been on the receiving end of a low blow and was hoping he'd never have to suffer another. He had sworn up and down he had tasted his own ball sack in his throat. "Do you have any athletic training?"

"If you mean working out and track running, then yes. I'm a runner, have done a few marathons so I can pound pavement when the situation calls for it." Angeni had a feeling running would definitely be a part of the job description, watching Shane nod his approval.

"What about in-ring training?" Ken asked curiously.

"To be honest, until I took this job, I did not know what a ring was. I've heard of wrestling, but apparently it's way different from what high schools and colleges do these days. The only ring I've really seen is boxing, I went to a match a few years back..." Angeni had actually gone on a date, a very memorable date, because the man she'd been with at the time loved boxing. "I could learn I suppose...if I have to..."

"Just focus on being a valet for now, like we discussed." Vince stated, glaring at both Ken and Shane for those asinine questions. "Your match is next, take care of her out there boys."

"You got it, boss." Andy stated, extending his hand to Angeni. "Come on, sugar."

"I'll hit him again for you if you want." Ken offered in a murmur.

Joanie really hoped Angeni hadn't been kidding about that pounding pavement comment because the situation was eventually going to call for it. She felt bad for Shane, who had shut the hell up under his father's glare, knowing he had been trying to figure out just what Angeni could do out there besides simply walk out. She was going to eventually need to know how to protect herself, though...running fast enough might save her the trouble of having to protect herself. Emphasis on might.

"Hit me and I'll feed you to Red over there."

Red growled, not raising his face from his knees.

His name was Red, Angeni mentally stored that away as she walked out of the dressing room with Test and Ken, finding their idle threats back and forth amusing. She kept quiet, not really knowing what to say and suddenly heard a thunderous roar from what sounded like a crowd, her mouth going dry. There were other people here? Angeni hadn't researched the WWF because she didn't think it was necessary, so when she walked up a small set of stairs and through a black curtain, her eyes nearly widened at the sight of all the people surrounding the ring.

"What the-"

Andy looped her arm through his while Ken simply walked ahead of them, smirking at the fans.

Lavani didn't feel very good, but managed to plaster on a smile, hoping she didn't faint from stage fright...if she could even call this that.

Now Test genuinely felt bad for her because it was crystal clear that she hadn't been told about this aspect of the business. About performing live in front of thousands of people, not to mention the thousands of viewers watching it live. It could all be rather overwhelming and she had pretty much been tossed out into it.

"Just smile, breathe and you'll do fine." Andy whispered down at her.

Vince's eyes were on the monitor, sharing a brief look with Shane.

"Thank you, Andy." She whispered in return, releasing his arm and walked up the steel ring steps before slipping through the bottom rope that Andy held open for her.

This was more than overwhelming...this was surreal. There were so many people and the atmosphere was electric. She stood in between Ken and Andy, her arms at her side and fought back jumping when the lights suddenly went out. The tolling of bells sounded moments after and Angeni watched as a purple light suddenly shined on the ramp entrance, a lump suddenly forming in her throat. She was immediately pushed behind Andy, almost out of sight and Angeni fought the urge to run.

The Acolytes...a brutal team and Ken had to wonder if Vince was insane for sending her out here. She hadn't even been in the building for an hour, knew next to practically nothing and Vince was already feeding her to the wolves, which was technically the point. He had to wonder if the boss had officially gone mad, sharing a concerned glance with Andy.

"If either of them comes at you, run." Ken ordered, both men nodding in unison.

They did not have to tell her twice, Angeni was prepared to pound pavement right out of there if necessary, nodding silently. The Acolytes weren't alone, being accompanied by a pudgy looking man that had a pale chubby face and huge black eyebrows that looked painted on. Angeni followed Andy as he opened the rope for her, helping her out of the ring just as the Acolytes entered it. She stood on the opposite side of the ring that the chubby man did, wondering what his deal was and watched as Test and Ken instantly went on the attack.

What in the hell had Vince McMahon gotten her into?