Authors Note: Well here is the first chapter of my story. Jack will play a huge role throughout the story, but we won't see him again for quite a few chapters. The back story will make more sense as we divulge further into the plot.
Anyway, if you like it and want to read more, review ;)
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"You're late" the man sneered.
The brunette simply smiled, "You are lucky I came at all Jack" she replied smoothly.
"I knew you would come" Jack replied, a smug smirk spreading across his handsome face. He took a few small steps towards her, brushing his hand against her cheek "I know you too well Aveila, you cannot resist temptation."
Aveila brushed past him, "Are you going to tell me why you summoned me here?" she asked, changing the subject. She leaned back against the car, her eyes pierced firmly on his, "What do you want?"
"You have really transformed into the perfect little business woman Aveila, I am very impressed" Jack said, making her wait a little longer before revealing his intentions. "I need you to do something for me and I'm not going to lie, it's extremely dangerous."
Aveila regarded him curiously "I'm listening" she said, prompting him to continue.
"I need you settle an old score for me" he paused for a few moments, removing a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit one and continued "Do you know anything about Vince McMahon?"
Aveila shook her head "I have never heard of him" she said quietly.
"Good, the less you know the better" Jack said, inhaling smoke. "All you need to know is that he owns a company called the WWE and he has a weakness for cheap blonde hookers. I want you to earn McMahons trust and respect, infiltrate the WWE and bring it to its fucking knees."
Aveila tilted her head to the side slightly, "Well that sounds relatively simple" she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Is this a personal vendetta? Do you have a problem with McMahon?"
"Of course I have a fucking problem with McMahon" Jack sneered. He threw the cigarette to the side and stepped towards Aveila, resting his arms on either side of her, blocking her in "McMahon and I go way back. He came to me about sixteen years ago for help. The WWF, as it called back then, was in some serious shit. I kept the cops off him for years and made sure the media knew nothing about the real controversies surrounding the company and McMahons personal life. I made sure witnesses did not turn up for court when McMahon was being sued by every motherfucker in the country."
Jack leaned forward, his face inches away from hers "... then the sleazy motherfucker set me up. He tried to grass me up to the cops. Now it's time for McMahon to pay. I'm going to expose the fuckwit for the fraud that he is and you, little one, are going to help me."
"What's in it for me?" Aveila asked, biting down on her bottom lip.
Jack smirked "We will discuss your reward when the job is done" he said in a low voice. He brushed his hand against her cheek again and smirked "What do you say Aveila, are you in or out?"
"Oh I'm in, but it's going to cost you old man" she replied playfully.
It did not take long for Aveila to make contact with WWE representatives. At first she presented herself as a potential investor, hoping to make a profit from the company's success. After a series of telephone conferences she managed to secure a meeting with Vince McMahon himself. The billionaire was clearly enthralled by her charm and reputation and immediately offered her a position within the company. McMahons daughter Stephanie was out on maternity leave which left a massive hole in the company, one Aveila was more than happy to fill. It was the perfect opportunity to do some research on the company and earn McMahons trust at the same time. It was almost too easy.
Aveila took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping into the arena. It was terribly quiet at night, almost too quiet for her liking. She strode confidently down the corridor, ignoring the curious whispers of the backstage staff and several WWE superstars. She was just about to turn the corner when a tall, middle-aged, tattooed man pushed into her, almost knocking her off her feet.
"Watch where you're going!" Mark sneered.
"You're the one that knocked into me you obnoxious oath" Aveila hissed.
"Big words for such a little girl" Mark replied disdainfully.
Mark observed the brunette with interest. She was very young. She could be no older than twenty three but she was strikingly beautiful. She had a stunning almost pixie-like face with big pale blue eyes, high cheek bones and rouge lips. Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She was extremely slim and slender with a tiny waist and mouth-watering curves. For a brief moment, Mark considered apologising for his behaviour, but only if it improved his chances of fucking her.
"Are you going to move?" Aveila said, interrupting Marks thoughts. Her tone was cold and almost bitter.
"Why? Are you in a hurry to get somewhere darlin'?" Mark asked with a hint of amusement. He folded his large arms across his chest, refusing to move out of the way.
Aveila glared at him; clearly unimpressed "Actually I do" she paused for a brief moment "Now if you don't mind I have a meeting to attend so I would really appreciate it if you moved your big overgrown ass out of my way."
"Mark is there a problem here?" a sickeningly high-pitched voice asked. A tall blonde woman made her way towards Mark. She placed a hand on his shoulder and glared at Aveila "Is this prissy little bitch bothering you?"
Mark opened his mouth to respond, but Aveila beat him to it "Let me see, tall, shapeless, voice like a strangled cat ... you must be Michelle?" she retorted.
"Who do you think you're talking to little girl? Do you even know who I am?" Michelle said, squaring up to her.
"Do you really want me to answer that question blondie?" Aveila replied, unable to hide her smirk. She noticed a small crowd gathering around them.
"You better adjust your attitude little girl and show me some respect before I knock you out" Michelle warned.
Aveila paused for a brief second, considering the threat before continuing "Try it, I dare you" she taunted.
"Alright put the claws away ladies" a familiar voice interrupted.
The small crowd began to disperse as Vince McMahon made his way towards them. Michelle immediately threw herself into the role of victim, trying to earn McMahons sympathy.
"Mr McMahon, could you please do something about this despicable brat. Who is she anyway? I thought interns were not allowed backstage" she sulked.
Vince slid his hands into his pockets "Mark" he said, giving him a brief nod before turning his attention to Michelle "Miss Prideaux is not an intern Michelle; she is the newest member of the WWE family. She has kindly agreed to fill in for Stephanie during her absence."
"Filling in for Stephanie?" Michelle stuttered "...but I thought, oh ..."
"You thought I was just a tiny little goldfish in a giant pond" Aveila said in a somewhat arrogant manner.
"Is this a permanent arrangement?" Mark interrupted. He was talking to Vince, but his eyes were focused on the brunette.
Vince shrugged "Stephanie wants to play a smaller role in the company. When she returns she will be travelling with the RAW brand, Aveila will continue her role here on Smackdown" he explained.
"Aveila is an exceptional businesswoman. She will do great things for this company" Vince boasted.
"Do you have any immediate plans for the company?" Michelle asked in a surprisingly civil tone.
Aveila turned her attention to the tall blonde diva and smirked, "Oh I think my first priority is to get rid of some of the bad eggs here on Smackdown and what better way to do that than draft them off to Raw" she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"... but, but ... you can't do that!" Michelle screeched. "What if Mark gets drafted to Raw and I'm stuck here on this bloody sham of a show. We are a married couple, you cannot separate us."
Aveila smirked "I can assure you Michelle, when I send Mark to Raw, you will be going with him" she said smoothly.
"I guess you're not as naive as you look" Michelle gloated.
"... and I guess you're not as easy as you look. I did not realize you two were married but I guess it makes sense. You two are so alike, you deserve each other" she retorted.
"I don't see a wedding ring on your finger" Michelle spat "I suppose there is no-one stupid enough to propose to a prissy little princess like you."
"Funny you should mention that because I see no wedding ring on your husband's finger either" Aveila said coldly.
"Why you little bitch ..." Michelle screamed, pushing Aveila back.
Vince shook his head and chuckled "Now, now Michelle put the claws away. Aveila was just playing around weren't you dear?"
"Of course" Aveila smirked, clearly amused by Michelle's outburst.
"Now then, I have a few minutes before my next meeting. Why don't we go and discuss your next title shot Michelle?" Vince said.
Michelle's eyes seemed to light up "Of course sir" she said quickly. "I'll see you later Mark" she said, before disappearing down the corridor with the chairman.
"Quite the little tongue you've got there" Mark said, breaking the silence.
Aveila glared at him "Quite the wife you've got there. Aren't you even the tiniest bit worried though?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Why would I be worried darlin'?"
"Well ... from what I hear Vince has a weakness for conceited blonde women that don't mind lying on their backs" she teased.
"Don't even finish that sentence little girl" Mark sneered.
Mark instinctively reached forward wrapping his large hand around her tiny swan-like neck. He squeezed it gently, his eyes staring at her with such intensity, it was absolutely terrifying. The sweet scent of her perfume tickled his senses, mesmerizing him. He could feel the pulse slowing down in her neck and hear her heart pounding in her chest, it was driving him wild.
"Get your hands off her Calaway" one of the security guards warned.
Mark reluctantly moved his hand from her throat. Aveila stepped away from him, massaging the area his monstrous hand had just squeezed.
"Are you alright Miss Prideaux?" the guard asked concerned.
"I am fine thank you" Aveila replied, trying to compose herself. She glared at Mark, hatred burning in her eyes "Move" she demanded "Now!"
Mark stood his ground, refusing to move. Aveila took a deep breath and smirked "You are really starting to try my patience" she said coldly.
"Step out of the way Calaway or I'll be forced to tell the boss what I just saw" the security guard warned "Come on man don't be an asshole."
Mark growled and stepped out of the way. Aveila pushed past him and strode down the corridor. Mark slid his hands back into his pocket and watched her leave with grim satisfaction. He was going to enjoy playing with the feisty little princess. For once, McMahon actually made a wise decision.