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Ownership honors belong to Vince McMahon and company.
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Chapter 5: Infringement
Proudly, he put an arm around his daughter's shoulders, catching her raven-colored hair in his fingers.
Smiling coolly, she shook the hand of a flabbergasted Eric Bischoff. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"No, the pleasure is all mine," Bischoff rumbled, bending down to kiss her hand.
Jeff frowned disdainfully, "She might as well bend over, so he can kiss her as.."
"Be quiet Jeff!" Amy hissed, elbowing him sharply in the ribs.
"Ow, what was that for..."
He trailed off as Maya stepped over to shake his hand, "I've heard nothing but good news about you Jeffrey Hardy. I've watched several of your older matches and it is easy to see how very talented you have become. You would be a wonderful edition to the Smackdown roster." Jeff blushed profusely as a frowning Amy looked on. Bischoff was frowning too, but for completely different reasons.
"Hey, stop trying to buy off my wrestler right in front of me!" he shouted, stepping protectively in front of Jeff.
Sweetly, Maya asked, "Am I making you nervous Mr. Bischoff?"
Purposely ignoring her, Bischoff shoved Paul out of the ring. "Out, out, both of you! Go back to Smackdown where you belong."
"See ya around Jeff," Maya called over her shoulder, as she walked back up the ramp.
"Yeah well, maybe you will, maybe you won't," Amy muttered under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest.
Taking the microphone, Bischoff turned towards the audience, "Well, I suppose that since the match has been ruined by those 2 clowns, we might as well introduce the lovely Lita back to RAW." The crowd went absolutely wild as Amy took the mic.
Smiling brightly, her dimples showing at the fan's enthusiasm, she began to speak. "Thank you everyone. It's feels great to be back." Before she could say anymore, Bischoff took the mic from her and quickly scrambled out of the ring, "Well, uh guys, it's been fun, but it looks like the match is on!" he exclaimed hurriedly as Nowinski and Nora slid into the ring.
In a hotel, on the outskirts of Hershey, Pennsylvania:
Brock clicked off the tv, the image of Maya Heyman burning in his brain. Turning to the now open bathroom door,
Brock asked, "Hey Matt, did you know that Paul Heyman has a daughter?"
"No, and who cares," Matt replied flippantly, as he stepped out of the bathroom. Dressed in gray draw-string pants, he furiously rubbed the towel through his wavy, dark hair.
Brock looked Matt straight in the eye. "Well, we might, since she is Stephanie's new assistant," he finished evenly.
Ownership honors belong to Vince McMahon and company.
If anyone would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks.
Chapter 5: Infringement
Proudly, he put an arm around his daughter's shoulders, catching her raven-colored hair in his fingers.
Smiling coolly, she shook the hand of a flabbergasted Eric Bischoff. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"No, the pleasure is all mine," Bischoff rumbled, bending down to kiss her hand.
Jeff frowned disdainfully, "She might as well bend over, so he can kiss her as.."
"Be quiet Jeff!" Amy hissed, elbowing him sharply in the ribs.
"Ow, what was that for..."
He trailed off as Maya stepped over to shake his hand, "I've heard nothing but good news about you Jeffrey Hardy. I've watched several of your older matches and it is easy to see how very talented you have become. You would be a wonderful edition to the Smackdown roster." Jeff blushed profusely as a frowning Amy looked on. Bischoff was frowning too, but for completely different reasons.
"Hey, stop trying to buy off my wrestler right in front of me!" he shouted, stepping protectively in front of Jeff.
Sweetly, Maya asked, "Am I making you nervous Mr. Bischoff?"
Purposely ignoring her, Bischoff shoved Paul out of the ring. "Out, out, both of you! Go back to Smackdown where you belong."
"See ya around Jeff," Maya called over her shoulder, as she walked back up the ramp.
"Yeah well, maybe you will, maybe you won't," Amy muttered under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest.
Taking the microphone, Bischoff turned towards the audience, "Well, I suppose that since the match has been ruined by those 2 clowns, we might as well introduce the lovely Lita back to RAW." The crowd went absolutely wild as Amy took the mic.
Smiling brightly, her dimples showing at the fan's enthusiasm, she began to speak. "Thank you everyone. It's feels great to be back." Before she could say anymore, Bischoff took the mic from her and quickly scrambled out of the ring, "Well, uh guys, it's been fun, but it looks like the match is on!" he exclaimed hurriedly as Nowinski and Nora slid into the ring.
In a hotel, on the outskirts of Hershey, Pennsylvania:
Brock clicked off the tv, the image of Maya Heyman burning in his brain. Turning to the now open bathroom door,
Brock asked, "Hey Matt, did you know that Paul Heyman has a daughter?"
"No, and who cares," Matt replied flippantly, as he stepped out of the bathroom. Dressed in gray draw-string pants, he furiously rubbed the towel through his wavy, dark hair.
Brock looked Matt straight in the eye. "Well, we might, since she is Stephanie's new assistant," he finished evenly.