August 29th, 2001
Toronto
"So you think this place will be deserted?" said Rob Van Dam. He, Rhyno, Raven, Lance Storm, Hurricane Helms, Shawn Stasiak, Chuck Palumbo and Shawn O'Haire were trying to find a place to workout away from the pain of the WWF. They had been to three gyms, but always ended up finding some 'WWF loser' already there.
"I think so," said Lance, "I know the guy who runs it. He's strong and doesn't put up with nonsense. He's a good friend, and I know he'll support the alliance."
"Great!" said Palumbo; "I need a good workout."
"He'll ask for our help though," said Lance.
"What help?" asked Stasiak.
"He trains wrestlers. He'll want them to fight them. No big problem."
"Just let me gore them and they'll quit," said Rhyno as the walked to the door.
"Rusty!" called Lance, "Rusty."
"Out," said a female voice.
"What?" said Lance.
"Who's that?" said O'Haire, pointing to the owner of the voice, a short girl standing with a cup of coffee in her hands. She was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a sports bra. Her long red hair was held in two long pigtails that ended in ringlets. Her face was tanned, and her eyes seemed to speak of how upset she was. The blue pools flared at the sight of people in her gym.
"Jadrek," she said, pointing to herself.
"Jadrek?" said Rob, "What kind of name is…"
"Jacine Jadrek."
"Ah," said Raven, "We came to work out."
"No."
"Do you know who we are?" asked Hurricane Helms.
"Wussies?" said Jacine, trying to look innocent.
"Jacine!" yelled a gruff voice from behind the men, "Jacine you behave yourself. Did you finish teaching?"
"Yessir."
"Did you finish your stretches?"
"Yessir."
"Then I suggest you pull on your knee brace. You've got to practice."
"Yessir," she sighed, walking away.
"Hello Lance," said Rusty, reaching out his hand to his old friend.
"Rusty," said Lance, "You let girls in now?"
"She's a friend of an old friend of mine and she's got talent. I never turn away talent," he said, looking back as Jacine went into a back walkover.
"Ah," said Lance, "So can we work out here?"
"Sure, but as always one of you needs to school, or be schooled by the wrestler I have here. Unfortunately I only have Jacine here now. She works for me as a teacher. She's a great martial artist."
"What style?" asked Rob.
"Whatever she feels like. She's faster than many of the guys I've taught, and she'll take more punishment. She doesn't talk much, mind you."
"She's gorgeous," said O'Haire, his jaw dropping.
"Loser!" spat Jacine as she slid into a horizontal split.
"You wanna take her on?" said Rusty.
"I don't hit ladies," said O'Haire.
"She's no lady," said Rusty, "Aren't ya Jaci."
"Go away."
"You're going to fight O'Haire."
"Challenge."
"He is a challenge."
"Nope."
"You think you can beat me?" said O'Haire.
"Slow."
"Fine! She can be such a pig headed woman sometimes. You're still young Jaci, act it once in a while."
"Storm."
"You're fighting O'Haire."
"STORM!"
"You're not ready."
"No."
"Jaci, you're not. Get into the ring now. And if I catch you using that submission thing you used on Christopher yesterday I'll ring your neck."
"Yessir," she said, getting up and climbing into the ring. Then she turned back and looked to Rusty, "Hardcore?"
"NO!"
"Old Fart."
"You are so!" he said, then he turned around again, "O'Haire, it's all yours. I've watched you on TV. You've got good technique."
"FIGHT!" yelled Jacine.
"Come and get it little girl," said O'Haire stepping into the ring, "How about if I win, you give me your number."
"No."
"Okay. How about you escort Palumbo and I to the ring."
"Rusty?"
"Yes. And if she wins, you owe us six 2-4's of beer," said Rusty.
"I'm gonna show you why you need to be big to wrestle," said O'Haire. He ran towards Jacine, but she ducked under his arm and took off towards the ring. Halfway there she leapt onto her hands and flipped into the ropes, then back out into O'Haire. O'Haire fell down, and Jacine began laying the boots into him.
"Damn," said Palumbo.
"I don't train losers," said Rusty, "If she wins, I want to meet with Stephanie and Shane Tomorrow. The Alliance has strong males, but in the female category, not a single one of your girls is good for anything but being looked at. Jacine can take care of business, such as Lita, Molly, Jacqueline, Trish, AND Chyna. Jacine fears none of them."
"Yeah Yeah," said Lance, watching as O'Haire lay knocked out in the middle of the ring while Jacine went to the top ropes. She crouched down, then took off into a cross between a five star frog splash and a moonsault. O'Haire groaned, and Jacine went in for the pin.
"One, two three," said Rusty, "Jacine, don't kill him."
"Didn't," she said, hopping out of the ring and down to where her bag lay then began to take out a pair of pants and a jacket.
"You leaving?" said Palumbo.
"Yep," she answered.
"Jacine, you and me are going to raw tomorrow. We're going to see Stephanie about getting you in ECW."
"ECW?"
"Yep. You go on home and get some sleep."
"Yessir," she said, slipping into the bathroom to get changed before getting on her bike and leaving.
*+*+*
"That's it midget," said Bradshaw, "You're cheating!"
"I didn't cheat!" shouted Crash; holding out his cards, but allowing the ace to slip down his sleeve.
"I say we pummel his ass," said Farooq.
"I agree," said Billy Gun.
"Kill him," said Taker.
"Guys! Guys! Guys!" said Crash as he backed towards the wall. He looked around, then dashed out the door. As it swung open, in walked a teenager in a leather jacket and leather pants. She walked past the pissed off WWF superstars and took a seat at the end of the bar.
"Edge," said Christian, spying the girl, "Edge, check her out!"
"I'm on the phone with Grandma Edna," said Edge, "Who is it?"
"Dunno, but she reeks of awesomeness just by how she looks."
"Where?" said Edge, looking at the red haired girl, "Wow."
"What's up?" asked Kurt Angle, chugging down his fifth glass of milk.
"Hottie at eleven o'clock," said Edge, "Girl in the leather."
"Isn't she a little young?" said Kurt.
"Nah," said Christian, "Edge, shall we?"
"Come on," said Edge picking up his drink and walking towards the girl.
"What's going on?" said Sarah, sitting down at the bar while Taker and Kane played pool.
"Edge and Christian are going to hit on the little one over there."
"She doesn't even look like she's over seventeen."
"She's drinking," said Molly, joining Kurt and Sarah.
"Ten bucks says one of them gets her number," said Lita, joining the triumvirate.
"My money's on Edge," said Sarah.
"I think it'll be Christian," said Molly.
"Kurt, you in?" said Lita.
"Twenty bucks says she blows them off," said Kurt.
"You're money," said Lita, watching and listening as Edge and Christian walked towards the girl and stood on either side. Jacine looked at them, picked up her drink and walked calmly to the other end of the bar.
"Hey wait!" said Christian, "Wait."
"Why?"
"Cause you're hot."
"And you're not."
"That's my brother Christian," said Edge, "I'm Edge, and you are?"
"Leaving," she said turning her back on them. Molly started laughing as Jacine brushed past them and took a seat at one of the other stools.
"Listen, we're big WWF superstars. You watch the WWF?"
"Yes."
"Then you know us."
"Yes."
"And yet you don't like either of us?"
"Yes."
"What's your name?" asked Edge, but Jacine didn't answer.
"You from around here?" asked Christian. Jacine played with her drink with her finger.
` "You going to talk to us?"
"What's your name?"
"I suggest you stop bugging her. She has a temper," said the Bartender.
"Nothing we can't deal with," said Christian. Jacine reached over the bar and grabbed two cans of beer. She stood and walked away from the bar, opening them. As she neared where the APA was playing Cards, she turned around. Edge and Christian were standing right behind her.
"Losers," she said, tipping the cans over onto their shirts. Everyone around them started laughing, while Edge and Christian just gawked.
"Oh damn," said Edge as he and Christian walked towards the door.
"Waste of good beer," said Jacine, walking back to her spot at the bar.
"Pay up," said Kurt, taking Molly, Lita and Sarah's money.
"Is that normal for her?" said Molly to the bartender.
"For her? Yes. She doesn't take kindly to men bothering her. Right now, she'll never admit it but she's in a lot of pain. She just didn't want those two bugging her."
"Is she sick?" asked Sarah.
"Nah. She's a fighter. Martial Arts are her specialty. She also dives, and works at the local wrestling gym. I've seen her fight guys twice her size and win."
"So she's in pain?" said Kurt.
"She grabbed her knee as she walked back to her spot. That tends to mean she's had a match today and got her ass kicked before she won."
"You know she won?"
"She would be drinking something a lot harder than club soda if she did."
"Ah," said Molly, "She got a name?"
"Jadrek. Jacine Haley Jadrek. She's been living above this bar since she came to Toronto four years ago."
"She's so young," said Molly, "Is she all alone?"
"That's how she likes it. She doesn't talk much. The one time she was in her with a friend, they spoke sign language the whole time. Only said what she wanted to me."
"She deaf?"
"No. She just doesn't talk."
"Greg," said Jacine as she walked over.
"Yes Jadrek," said the Barkeeper.
"Tomorrow I will not be back until very late."
"Why?"
"Job."
"More teaching."
"REAL job."
"Who found it?"
"Rusty's friend Lance."
"Rusty has friends."
"I know," she laughed, "I'm going up to sleep."
"Night little one," he said as she swung her bag over her shoulder and walked up the stairs.
*+*+*
The next day, Raw is War was being taped. The WWF superstars were milling around the arena, swearing at the alliance and preparing for the night. Kurt was eating a box of chocolates he bought with the money he bought the night before.
As he sat with Edge and Christian, a grizzled old man in jeans and a sweatshirt walked in, followed by the girl, Jacine, who had dumped beer on E and C the night before.
"What's she doing here?" asked Edge.
"The bartender said she was a wrestler. Maybe she's going to talk to Vince," said Kurt.
"We need more strong women."
"We need women like her," said Edge as Kurt stared.
*+*+*
"This is not good," said Rob Van Dam, "You want me and DDP to take on Kane, Undertaker and Sarah?"
"Yes!" said Stephanie; "I'll add Test too, if you feel better."
"I could do this because unlike you I am not afraid of the Undertaker," said Austin. He opened his mouth to speak more, but a knock came on the door and it was flung wide open.
"Who are you?" asked Shane as he stood with Booker T.
"Alexander 'Rusty' Russet. Your boy Storm told you I was coming to aid the Alliance."
"Aid us?" said Paul; "We don't need your aid."
"Ask your boy O'Haire how he ended up with a dislocated shoulder."
"He slipped in the shower," said Stephanie.
"My wrestler did it. You guys have a good arsenal; however, you have only weak women with no backing. Ivory, who is afraid to fight fair. Torrie, who has nothing going for her. Stacy, who has legs which always get in the way of everything, and Terri, who got dumped for a mop. I'd say you've got it bad."
"And I say you need to leave," said Booker T, getting up in Rusty's face. Suddenly, he was sharply pushed back, and the young girl who was following Rusty moved in front to protect him.
"Who is this little one," said Debra, "She's darling."
"She's Jacine Jadrek. She's the one who beat down O'Haire," said Rusty as Jacine smiled at Debra.
"You lie!" said Austin, grabbing Jacine's chin and looking at her, "Not possible. She's too small. No small person ever killed a Giant."
"Let GO!" shouted Jacine, kicking Austin in the shin to make him let go.
"She's the best I've got," said Rusty, "And Vince has shown interest in the girl."
"Vince?" said Shane, "Then I think she must be good. He's desperate for someone to beat one of our lovely women. You wanna prove yourself Jadrek?"
"Yessir," she said, nodding her head.
"Then you have a match tonight. Paul, go tell Regal we want Sarah to be involved in the match, because Rhyno has a new manager who wants a piece of her."
"Will do boss," said Paul, sizing up Jacine before rushing off.
"Shane, is this wise?" said Stephanie, "Can she fight."
"She beat up O'Haire," said Rhyno, "I saw it. We didn't want to believe it, but the girl did. Undertaker is fast, but so is she. She's one of the few women I've seen who could run with the big dog in the big dogs yard."
"Still," said Stephanie, looking down on the girl, "She can't be worth much."
"Should I warm up?" asked Jacine.
"Yes," said Shane, "You'll be with RVD and DDP fighting the big red machine and the American Bad-ass, but your job is to take out the American Bad-ass's wife Sarah."
"Yessir."
"Can you do it?"
"Yessir."
"Go warm up. You have your clothes here?"
"Yessir."
"I will warn you," said Rusty, "Jacine isn't much of a talker."
"That's okay," said Shane, "Talkers, we've got. Now we've got what Vince wants."
"She won't last one day," said Stephanie, beckoning to RVD.
Authors Note: See! I said the WWF would be involved. Romance will come into play in later chapters. For now, just review please!