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The Clause
"Everyone here?" He asked no one.
Hunter walked into the dark sullen room, his six foot five inch muscled frame taking up much of the doorway and blocking all light from entering the room. Hunter Hearst Helmsley, or Triple H as the fans called him, was the best in the World Wrestling Entertainment business, and he knew it. At his tall stature and two hundred and thirty five pounds he was a hard man to miss. Everyday he wore an Armani suit in a different color. Today he wore a gray suit that accented his cold, iron eyes. His shoulder length blonde hair hung loosely down his neck partially covering the golden championship belt he clung to for dear life, afraid of its departure.
Three others waited for him in room 347. Dave Batista, a twenty five year old beast like man that had muscles protruding from everywhere on his body. He stood with his arms crossed against his chest covered in a nicely tailored Armani suit as well, without the coat. His pants were a dark shade of gray, almost a black, while his shirt was a bright shade of white. He was considered the animal of the group but in most people's eyes he was the best looking. His short dark hair was freshly cut for the night and his dark green eyes that seemed to look right through you into your soul were only two of his best features.
Another man was Rick Flair, the oldest member of the group by far at the age of sixty five. The years of wrestling had not been kind to him as he stood shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he waited. His gray suit matched that of Hunter's reminding you of a proud father watching his son.
The youngest man in the room was Randy Orton at the age of twenty four. His dark, spiked hair stood straight up looking like pin needles on the top of his head. He was tan and foolish, but admired by women everywhere for his good looks. Like everyone else, he waited in the dark room for his instructions.
"You all know what to do, right?" Hunter spoke showing his power over the group.
The men all nodded.
"Let's review: Jessica Callaway, aka Storm, Taker's daughter. She's about five foot five with waist length white hair, or at least she had white hair two years ago. She's very smart and cunning so don't be fooled. She has blue eyes and a stare that can look right into your soul. Got it?"
They all nodded again.
"Good let's go but remember, UNHARMED!" He accented the last word knowing that if she were hurt Vince would have his head.
As the men disbanded from the room they were unaware of a pair of eyes watching them walk away. Amy was Jessi's best friend and she was going to warn her before the unexpected visitors arrived.