A/N: I don't own anyone but Jade McMahon.
Another Monday night brought only more feelings of anticipation to Eric Bischoff's stomach. Butterflies flew around as he tried to predict Jade's actions for that night. The girl was unpredictable-and Eric found himself more and more attracted to her with each passing day.
The show started off without a hitch. The fans appreciated every moment of every match and for a brief minute, Eric managed to forget all about his personal dilemmas and focus on being Eric Bischoff, the rough and tough General Manager of WWE Monday Night Raw. The man who would step over his own mother to get what he wants. To be the guy whom everyone despised for his ruthless actions. The man who was quickly falling for his old competition.
Eric finished his segment and hurried back to his office for the night, hoping for another visit from Jade. Instead, he was greeted with a memo on his desk from the girl, herself:
Eric, Enough of the kidding around. Meet me at the Livestock Bar and Grill after the show tonight. You're talk is cheap, so let's see how you hold your liquor. Jade
Eric felt his heart leap into his throat. Was she there now? He knew that management frowned upon leaving a show early, but he had no more TV segments; what could the harm be? Quickly, he packed his things and got ready to call for his car.
"Where are you going?"
Eric turned towards the voice and found himself face to face with Shawn Michaels. Shawn had a funny smile on his face as he read the note, still on Eric's desk. "Going to meet the famous WWE bouncer?" he asked, a joking note in the tone of his voice.
"WWE bouncer? What are you talking about?"
Shawn smiled again. "Jade. Everyone here knows that she's the WWE bouncer. And I see you're going to meet her."
"I am not going to do anything of the sort. And for future reference, why do you call her the WWE bouncer?"
Shawn got a distant, content look on his face. "She's gorgeous and she knows it; there's no doubting that. And she uses that fact to get what she wants. She's gone through so many guys in this company, she's like a bouncer, bouncing from one guy to another. It's a legend in this business that she might never settle down with one guy. Once upon a time, a long time ago, I fell for her. And it was both the best and worst decision of my life."
Eric tried not to look too interested as Shawn searched his face for a reaction. "Well, I'm not going to meet her. I'm going home to my wife for the next two days. Just for your information."
As he prepared to leave the room, he heard Shawn say, "You go home to your wife. But Jade won't keep you from coming to her for long. Before you know it, you'll be dreaming of her."
Eric spun around. "What are you talking about?"
"You know when you get in that mood and your wife is right there? Is it just geographical convenience? Who are you really fantasizing about at the moment? You're a red-blooded guy like me, Eric. I can pretty much assure that it's not your wife."
Eric stood in silence, for fear if he opened his mouth, the wrong words would spill out onto the office floor. Shawn had hit the nail on the head and Eric was afraid to let that be shown. Instead of saying anything, he quietly turned away and headed out to the parking lot to go meet temptation.
Another Monday night brought only more feelings of anticipation to Eric Bischoff's stomach. Butterflies flew around as he tried to predict Jade's actions for that night. The girl was unpredictable-and Eric found himself more and more attracted to her with each passing day.
The show started off without a hitch. The fans appreciated every moment of every match and for a brief minute, Eric managed to forget all about his personal dilemmas and focus on being Eric Bischoff, the rough and tough General Manager of WWE Monday Night Raw. The man who would step over his own mother to get what he wants. To be the guy whom everyone despised for his ruthless actions. The man who was quickly falling for his old competition.
Eric finished his segment and hurried back to his office for the night, hoping for another visit from Jade. Instead, he was greeted with a memo on his desk from the girl, herself:
Eric, Enough of the kidding around. Meet me at the Livestock Bar and Grill after the show tonight. You're talk is cheap, so let's see how you hold your liquor. Jade
Eric felt his heart leap into his throat. Was she there now? He knew that management frowned upon leaving a show early, but he had no more TV segments; what could the harm be? Quickly, he packed his things and got ready to call for his car.
"Where are you going?"
Eric turned towards the voice and found himself face to face with Shawn Michaels. Shawn had a funny smile on his face as he read the note, still on Eric's desk. "Going to meet the famous WWE bouncer?" he asked, a joking note in the tone of his voice.
"WWE bouncer? What are you talking about?"
Shawn smiled again. "Jade. Everyone here knows that she's the WWE bouncer. And I see you're going to meet her."
"I am not going to do anything of the sort. And for future reference, why do you call her the WWE bouncer?"
Shawn got a distant, content look on his face. "She's gorgeous and she knows it; there's no doubting that. And she uses that fact to get what she wants. She's gone through so many guys in this company, she's like a bouncer, bouncing from one guy to another. It's a legend in this business that she might never settle down with one guy. Once upon a time, a long time ago, I fell for her. And it was both the best and worst decision of my life."
Eric tried not to look too interested as Shawn searched his face for a reaction. "Well, I'm not going to meet her. I'm going home to my wife for the next two days. Just for your information."
As he prepared to leave the room, he heard Shawn say, "You go home to your wife. But Jade won't keep you from coming to her for long. Before you know it, you'll be dreaming of her."
Eric spun around. "What are you talking about?"
"You know when you get in that mood and your wife is right there? Is it just geographical convenience? Who are you really fantasizing about at the moment? You're a red-blooded guy like me, Eric. I can pretty much assure that it's not your wife."
Eric stood in silence, for fear if he opened his mouth, the wrong words would spill out onto the office floor. Shawn had hit the nail on the head and Eric was afraid to let that be shown. Instead of saying anything, he quietly turned away and headed out to the parking lot to go meet temptation.