Masked
Chapter 11
Eric Bischoff laughed, propping his feet up on the table in his locker room. He'd turned the monitor off-at the moment, he didn't need to watch his enemy getting plummeted. He was holding his cell phone up to his ear as he spoke eagerly, his face twisting into a pleased grin as the voice on the other end spoke. "I've considered your idea…and I'm game."
Letting out a small breath of air, as if he expected this, he replied, "What about your…client?"
The person snorted, and replied, "This is the Big Show we're talking about." Eric let out a short laugh of his own, and leaned against the side of the couch.
Stroking his chin with a finger, he asked slowly, "Would you do me a small favor?" he took the pause on the other end to mean that he was considering, "Stephanie has raised the stakes now that she's into RAW and owning half of it. She's a wrestler, and now she can talk to wrestlers on a daily basis, try and win them over."
"And she'll know what they're going through as a wrestler…" mused the other man quietly, and Eric scowled, almost snapping at him. At the last minute, he restrained himself.
"I need information on the wrestlers on her show. Who would be likely to defect to me, who wouldn't, etc, etc. I need an army. An army that she would never expect…an army that would be completely loyal to me, with no crossed face lies. Help me get that army."
The other man's voice was slightly amused, "And why should I do this for you?" Eric silently fumed at their position. The other man was in control, and he knew it. If there was something that Eric hated above all else, it was not being in control.
"You've just committed yourself to me," he spat, trying earnestly to keep the venom out of his voice. "My RAW is great, but some of the superstars will turn for Stephanie McMahon."
The other man's voice was far too amused for Eric's tolerance, "Like Jeff Hardy...RVD…Kevin Nash…Shawn Michaels…"
"Kevin Nash and Shawn Michaels have been…taken care of." Eric responded sharply, pride in his voice.
Still, the voice had a tone of laughter to it, "So you need my help?"
"Are you going to or not?" Eric shouted finally.
The other man considered this. "I'll take a look around, but a lot of these guys are completely loyal to Stephanie. The Divas there won't be hard to convince."
"The Divas are not worth it," Eric stated acidly.
"Oh, really?" the other voice was harsh. "Lita has a lot of friends, no?" at Eric's silence, he continued. "This will keep some wrestlers aligned with Stephanie. Don't count on her old friends like Chris Jericho to break her. She's turned hearts back and forth. Keep an eye on her Eric. Don't attack her. You'll just draw more attention to her."
Eric scowled, hating being proven wrong. Still, he scrounged up problems from the bottom. "What Divas will be on my side then, huh? Jazz, Gail, Molly, and Victoria have proven themselves, but what about your Divas? The only ones that I think would consider staying on my side of RAW are Nidia, Dawn Marie, and Sable!"
The man shook his head quietly, and responded, "Are you aware that you just listed all of the women on her show, sans one?" after a brief pause, the voice continued, "Listen, you're going to have to leave me to convince the wrestlers here. You can't control me, Eric, and as much as you hate to admit, I have good ideas that could benefit you."
"I know," Eric replied steely.
"Should I start rounding up superstars, or watching your feeble plan to take Stephanie out before the Pay-Per-View?"
"Go. Fax me what you get tomorrow," he replied, blood boiling as he hung up. This had better be worth it, he thought angrily, tossing the cell phone at the wall. Eventually, as he glared at the walls, he calmed down. Yes, he assured himself, this would be worth it. Stephanie wanted to take him down?
Grinning, he leaned back into the leather cushions. While she was busy making friends, he would be taking hers from underneath her nose. She'd have no choice but to drop her position on RAW, and go to salvage her show. And then, when her show was weakened, he would strike.
Sighing, Eric reached for the remote, mentally running through the list of people loyal to him. Curling his legs to him, he turned on the monitor. He gaped at the carnage lying around the ring.
The ring bell sounded, and the announcer's voice rang through the arena, "The winner, by pin fall, Stephanie McMahon!"
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Author's Note: I absolutely HATED writing one whole chapter about Eric Bitch-off, but it's finally over!! Thank God!! I'm sorry that this chapter didn't really have any mention of Stephanie (any big ones, anyway), but I wanted to write a whole chapter about the fight thing. It's a three day weekend!! Cha-ching! Anyway, hopefully the next chapter will be up by Tuesday. If not, you know I was grounded. Crappy chapter, but more should come soon!! Ta-Ta for now!
~LittleKnux2008~