Dangerous Business
Chapter XXVI
Vince McMahon found himself cowering before the woman in front of him. Which should be wrong, because McMahon's never cower, much less before a woman. But yet the chairman of the WWE stood their, cowering before her.
Her jade eyes were on fire, clashing against her bloodshot eyes and dark bags underneath them. At the same time, her eyes were strained and her hands shook, clearly displaying that she was awake on caffeine. The muscle in her jaw clenched as she stepped forward.
Vince cowered because at any given moment, it looked like she would snap, and throw her withheld fury for Evolution at anyone who said one wrong word. "What do you want?" he snapped, straightening.
She stepped closer, and said through gritted teeth, "A match. With Evolution."
Vince let out a small snort of breath, and replied, "You against Evolution?" he paused, and stepped closer to her, glaring up with his beady eyes as he told her harshly, "If you haven't realized it, they're our top superstars. You're just there as eye candy."
She cocked her head, and he glared, not backing down. In one swift movement, she grabbed his suit, balled the fabric between her fists, and shoved Vince against the mirror behind him. A brief glimpse of fear shot through his steady gaze. "Give me the match, McMahon, or you won't like the consequences."
"You would love to get your hands on Evolution, for what they did to your sister, eh? Tell me, how is your sister doing?"
"What is it to you?" she asked, her fists pressing against his chest harder.
He winced, but said, "Just tell me."
"She's in a coma," her fingers gripped the fabric harder, and her eyes seemed to flare up with anger once again. He smiled, and let out a small laugh. She jerked him off of the mirror, and back into it. The back of his head collided with the glass, and cracked. Shards of glass bit into the back of his skull and some flicked down to his neck. Blood started to seep out of the back of his head. She tossed her light brown hair back, staring at him intensely. "Do I have the match or not?"
He paused, and then smiled slowly. "Yeah, you've got the match." She passed one more sneer at him, and then shoved him away from her. As he stumbled, she walked toward the door. "It'll be a handicapped match." Her hand froze on the handle, and she turned. "You versus Randy Orton, Triple H and Rick Flair." He expected her to be frozen with terror, her jaw to drop open. But instead, a slow, sadistic smile spread across her face and a hollow laugh escaped her lips. She turned, opening the door. As the door slammed shut, Vince took a deep breath, and touched the back of his head tenderly. She was up on him, and he didn't like it. He needed a stipulation…
Sitting down on the leather couch, he closed his eyes and began to think.
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"I…I just keep seeing her like…that… In front of my door… With…that…that note…" no one moved as the Hurricane spoke between sighing sobs. Lita squeezed his hand gently as she looked around the locker room. Jeff sat on a chair, arms folded on the back of the chair, chin on his arms. The Hurricane was sitting on the couch next to Lita, head in his hands, still sobbing though he had no more tears left. Matt was sitting next to Lita, arm rested across her shoulders, feet up on the coffee table.
Almost everyone in the room's eyes were bloodshot and had bags under their eyes. Except for one person…Matt Hardy.
He stood up abruptly, and walked out of the room, knowing that the others would mistake it for the need to get away from the sadness. A small smirk traveled up onto his face as he walked away from the room. Finally things were going his way. One less person to be suspicious of his relationship with Lita. Now, if only Evolution would put Liz in a coma…
"Watch where you're going," he snapped as he ran into a solid shoulder. His grin turned wider as he saw who it was. "Liz? Well, well, well."
"I don't have time for you, Matt. Get the fuck out of my way," was the hissed reply. He stepped in front of her as she tried to push past him.
"Where are you going, cousin?" he asked sweetly.
"I'm meeting Brock and then I'm going to valet for him, and I'm late, so I suggest you get the hell out of my way!"
"Brock?" he asked puzzled, "Wasn't it Rob?" When she just glared at her, he smiled lazily and said, "Sorry, it's so hard to keep track of who it is…It's so hard keeping track of a someone like you… I mean your boyfriends." At her bored look, he added. "So hard keeping track of a whore's boyfriends."
"Matthew Moore Hardy, I don't have time for this shit!" she exclaimed. "I'm so fucking sick of you! You sit around, playing Mr. Nice Guy to Lita so that she doesn't see your little act, and then you turn around and fight with all of her closest friends. You play her and try and push her friends away from her," she stepped closer, "If you hurt her, I'll kill you."
"I'd like to see you try to make good on that threat," he scoffed.
Liz stepped even closer to him, her fists balling up. "Believe me, Matt, I'd love to do right now, but I have a match to valet for, so if you can move your ass out of my way-"
He let out an angry sound as the door knob to the locker room that he'd just been in opened. "I'm done with you, Elizabeth! All you do is try and throw your weight around, even on your own sister! This is all an act to you, you don't care about anything! All you care about," he hid the smile that he had on his face as Lita and Jeff exited the locker room, "Is power. And the way you get it?" he laughed, the sound cutting from his throat. "Isn't it obvious? First you screw Rob, and now Brock. Who's next?"
She gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to teach him a lesson, and shoved him down, walking past him.
"BITCH!" his bloodcurdling cry rang out. She ignored him, rounding the corner to go to the curtains.
Liz walked as she rounded the second corner, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. This week-this day-could not get any worse. She felt like she would explode at any moment from the emotions whirling inside of her. Sadness over the fact that her sister was in a coma, fury that Evolution did that to her, and guilt… Unbearable guilt, because the fact of the matter was, they took Dominique to get back at her. And then there was Matt Hardy, a huge pain in her-
"Liz!" she looked up to see that she was at the curtains already, and Brock was waving her over. She nodded toward him, not bothering to try a fake smile. As she approached, he pulled her in a gentle hug. "You doing okay?" he asked. She looked up quietly and shrugged half-heartedly.
"Hey Liz," this time it was Kurt Angle, standing next to them in his blue referee shirt. "I'm sorry about your sister." She nodded gratefully, biting down on her tongue to keep the tears from rising to her eyes.
"Wait.…" Brock said suddenly as they moved to go out. His eyes were riveted on the monitor.
Liz looked over, and stopped as she heard her name. "Tonight," Vince said, "This steel cage will be lowered twice. You see, Liz Smith…approached me in my office today, and demanded a match. So I gave it to her. Tonight, it will be, Evolution versus…" the crowd cheered, waiting for the three person team. "…Liz Smith. In a steel cage."
Brock Lesner turned to Liz in fury for Vince, only to see a heartless, cruel smile on her face.