Arrival

Damian sat across the desk from Vince McMahon. A cold smile was on his face. Vince, on the other hand, had a blank expression on his face. "You will authorize our entry into the federation and allay any fears or concerns that others may have," said Damian.

"I will authorize your entry into the federation and allay any fears or concerns," repeated Vince emotionlessly.

"Anything we do is 'scripted'," said Damian. "And wholly part of the 'plot'."

"Anything you do is 'scripted' and part of the 'plot',' repeated Vince again in the same emotionless robotic voice.

"Now, when I leave, you will wake up and set about to your task," said Damian. With that he stood up and walked to the door. Very deliberately, he opened the door, stepped out, and pulled the door shut.

As soon as the click from the door sounded, Vince awoke with a start. He rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn. "Must've dozed off," he said. He picked up the phone and dialed. "This is Vince. We have a change to Smackdown tonight…"


Shortly after dusk a black limousine pulled up in the parking lot. When the door opened William Regal stepped forward to greet the occupants. Meathook emerged first. A surly look crossed his face when he saw Regal standing there with that cheerful smile of his. William just walked up and held out his hand. "Hello," he began. "I'm Commissioner William Regal. Mister McMahon has informed me of your arrival."

Meathook just looked at him and stiffened up his muscles. Regal took a step back and his smile faded away. "NO!" commanded a voice from inside the limousine. "Be nice to the Commissioner, Meathook." Meathook relaxed a bit and moved aside. Amano got out next. Regal tried to screw a smile on his face. Amano just bowed his head slightly and moved over to Meathook. Aurora got out next and Regal's face brightened. She smiled a friendly, yet still cold smile at him. Slowly she removed the glove from one of her hands and held it out to Regal. He took her hand and shook it.

"Charmed," she said.

"Likewise, Milady," Regal replied. He was obviously taken by her beauty. Her eyes locked with his as she moved over to where Meathook and Amano were standing. For a split second, her eyes shimmered with a green light. Regal stared for a few seconds more and when he turned back to face the limousine he came nose-to-nose with Damian. "Oh, God. You frightened me"

"I tend to do that to people," said Damian plainly. Regal couldn't tell if he had just made a joke or not so he ignored it.

"If you would all please follow me," said the Commissioner and he motioned with his hand towards the hall. They began walking. Regal gave them a bit of a start and then followed after them, but not too closely.

Terri Runnels, Lita, and Trish Stratus were standing at the catering table talking when Regal passed by with Damian and the others. Lita and Trish were facing them, while Terri had her back to the group. As he walked by, Damian passed his hand along the back of Terri's hair and it felt like a very small breeze had blown passed her. Lita and Trish saw him do that and he winked at them. Terri hadn't realized what had happened, but when she became aware of people passing by her she turned around. Damian's hand was at his side. Amano said something in Japanese. Meathook, Aurora, and Damian all smiled, amused in some fashion. Regal hadn't understood what had been said. Even though he hung out with Tajiri for most of his segments, he actually knew very little of the language.

"What did he say?" asked the Commissioner.

"Something vulgar," said Damian. "You'd be offended if I told you. Just leave it at that."

A disgusted look crossed Regal's face. He was beginning to wonder about these new employees. He finally moved around them and unlocked his office. He got an even crosser look on his face when he saw that Tajiri was sitting in his chair sipping his cognac and smoking a cigar. "You vomitous little toe rag," he said. "How many times have I told you not to sit in my chair?" Tajiri just stood up like he had just gotten a shock. He was looking passed Regal and at Amano.

"(You!)" said Tajiri. "(You're dead! I attended your funeral.)"

"(I know,)" replied Amano. "(So did I.)"

Regal smiled. "Well," he said. "It's good to see that you two are getting along."

Tajiri turned to Regal while pointing at Amano and said, "(He's a ghost, get rid of him!)"

"Oh, him," said Regal, who had no clue what Tajiri was saying like usual. "He's one of the new wrestlers that I told you about."

"(No,)" said Tajiri again. (He shouldn't be here. Get rid of him!)"

Amano winked at Tajiri and Tajiri fled the room in terror.

"I must apologize about him," said Regal as he sat in his chair. "He's a bit off."

"Or just very perceptive," said Aurora.

"What?" asked Regal. Aurora just smiled at him.

"Who are we wrestling tonight?" asked Damian.

"Well, Mister Amano here is wrestling Val Venis," began Regal. "Mister Harris will be facing Mike Awesome in a Hardcore match. The lovely Lady Aurora will be facing Ivory. And you, Mister Winters, will be facing the Goodfather. Are there any questions?"

"Just one," Damian said.

"Yes?" asked Regal.

"Is their insurance paid up?" Damian said with a cruel smile. Then his eyes flashed a bright green.

Regal looked at him a bit confused. Then a smile spread across his face. "Oh, I get it," he said. "You were making a joke. That was funny. Is their insurance paid up?" He stood and saw them all out.

"Head for our locker room," commanded Damian. "I will check to see if Mark is here yet."

They all silently nodded their heads and went off. Damian began searching the halls. After a few minutes he saw Sara and Kane walking down the hall with their backs to him. An evil grin crossed his face. He turned and headed back for his locker room.

When he got back to his locker room, the others were already changed and ready for action. "He's here," he said with a smile. "And so is his Angel."

To be continued…