Disclaimer: I own nothing – wow thanks for the reviews. LOL ok I guess I owe u guys some payoff huh? I know this isn't much action but it really satisfied me writing it. If u don't understand the significance of what happens then let me know and I'll explain prior to the next chapter. Enjoy!
SIGN
It was a good night for Eric Bischoff. Evolution had dropped off a substantial sum of cash which allowed him to continue to furnish his family in the lifestyle they were accustomed too. It also meant he could think about stealing more Smackdown talent from that rookie GM Kurt Angle. Bischoff rubbed his hands together, yes tonight really was a good night
Knock knock
"Come in" he replied, beginning to write a match down on a booking sheet
Victoria slowly entered the room, shutting the door firmly behind her. She managed to look both controlled and penitent, her hands twisted into a fleshy knot in front of her. Bischoff looked up and smiled at the sight of the beautiful diva
"Victoria! What a pleasant interruption! What can I do for you?" he asked, leering slightly
"I was hoping for a match Mr Bischoff" she replied "with that bitch Gail Kim, she-she's been bullying me! Making me tap out like that!"
"Ahhhh Miss Kim" sighed Bischoff, allowing his mind to wander before appropriately remembering who was stood in front of him "well I'm sure she'd like the challenge, as long as you're too hard on her, I don't like them too bruised""
Victoria nodded and carefully began looking around the GM's neat office as Eric began writing out a match form. There was an intriguing filing cabinet against one wall as well as the neat stacks of papers and files on his desk. She had to find a way to get him out of the room, leaving her time to rifle through everything before he got back. It didn't take long to work out Eric's weak spot; it was either power, money or women as he'd so aptly demonstrated. Victoria smiled, took a quick cleansing breath and honed in.
"Actually Eric, I think I heard Gail talking about you earlier" she said
"Really?" Eric looked up immediately interested "anything I should know about?"
"Oh I think she wants to see you again, in fact Molly should be out getting her new wig fixed so Gail'll be all alone in that locker room, perfect time to pay a visit don't you think?"
Eric smiled and quickly signed the match paper in front of him.
"I knew there was a reason I liked you Victoria" he exclaimed, getting to his feet "consider your match official and sanctioned, you and Gail will fight mid-card tonight, now if you'll excuse me I have some business to attend to"
"I'll let myself out"
Eric didn't reply as he rushed out of the room. Victoria smiled to herself, knowing that she wouldn't see Bischoff for at least fifteen minutes. She locked the door so that no one could walk in and catch her snooping and crossed the room rapidly to the filing cabinet. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for but she knew she had to find something that indicated what sort of scheme Bischoff and Evolution were concocting.
As she began rifling through Eric's meticulously kept files, she suddenly starting shaking. She gasped, stepping back from the filing cabinet with an arm wrapped around her stomach. A vision was coming. She hoped it was short and important.
She saw the Undertaker walking slowly through the corridors, staring straight ahead. He was looking at and sensing everything. Then he stopped and looked almost directly at her. A burning pain surged through her forehead, causing her to shriek. This had never happened before to her.
"I feel your presence Hex Priestess" he atoned "Evolution are strangely quiet, something is rumbling beneath this surface, I feel Bischoff's stench everywhere still, his grip grows stronger, good luck"
And then he was gone. Victoria let out a huge breath and straightened herself out. She had a task to do without worrying about abdominal pain. Quickly she went back to going through Eric's files. There was nothing useful to her, all files on every Raw rostered superstar; their win-loss records, their strengths and weaknesses, tag team partners and enemies, titles won and lost. Everything carefully recorded. Victoria raised her eyebrows. Eric may act like he didn't care about his superstars but he sure kept a real close eye on them since the records were flawless.
Quickly she moved to the desk, conscious of her time. She knew that Gail would willingly screw Eric if she thought it would get her better bias matches and further her career and Eric would take all he could get. She just didn't know how long they'd have before Molly got back and caught them. She began sorting through the papers on the desk, careful to not disorganise the arranged piles.
"Financial records" she muttered under her breath "Bischoff's been putting huge amounts into his account and then taking equally huge amounts out as well"
She rapidly folded the paper and slipped it under her top before continuing her search. Soon in a space of a few brief minutes, there were no more piles to search through. Then her eyes lighted on a memo pad. Hastily she flipped through it until she came to a page with a note scrawled on in Bischoff's distinctive handwriting
"Contact former charges, get account numbers, input money, arrange meeting with lawyers"
Former charges? Victoria wondered if that alluded to WCW wrestlers or former WWF wrestlers who'd been fired by him. Either way they'd mostly be bitter and angry about Bischoff so why would he contact them? Something was not quite right. Victoria ripped the sheet off and tucked it under her top with the other papers. Realising with a quick glance at her wrist watch that she was pushing her time, she did a quick tidy-up on the desk and made sure she closed the filing cabinet properly. She was fairly confident that if Bischoff made his way back to his office sometime soon, a vision would kick in. Everything was back in its place. And she had just enough time to leave a little inspired present that Sting had instructed her to leave.
Bischoff whistled cheerfully under his breath as he made his way back to his office. It was nearly show time and he'd already booked several matches he knew would keep the fans happy as well as satisfy his own revenge tactics. How good it was that he could exercise his power to humiliate the ones who defied him. A security guard had intercepted him on the way back as well, saying that one of their guards had been found knocked out and claimed that the Undertaker was at the arena with some mysterious unrecognisable friends. Bischoff had shrugged; it was more than likely that Undertaker was back for more revenge on Kane. They could tear each other apart for all he cared. Maybe Undertaker would even sign for Raw, now that would be a coup. Add to that a good session with Gail Kim, on the condition that her matches would indeed be booked in her favour and the one with Victoria tonight was a no-disqualification match, and it was enough to put Bischoff in a permanently good mood. He reached his office and found the door neatly closed.
The office was empty. It seemed that Victoria had taken off just after he'd left. Bischoff smirked to himself as he made his way back to his desk. Victoria certainly was delicious to look at; he hadn't asked her if she wanted a career boost yet. Since she'd dumped that loser Stevie Richards she'd certainly upped her game in the ring. Not that Eric cared. As long as the girls showed their tits and ass then who cared what they did in the ring?
Quickly he shuffled through the piles on his desk to find more booking sheets. That's when he noticed one of his piles, right near the top, move. He frowned, maybe he imagined it. No, a few papers moved again. Maybe there a breeze or air from his office fan but this movement was more deliberate, like something was under the paper. Bischoff snorted. Now he was getting paranoid. He reached a hand over and plucked the top paper off the pile.
"Hisssssssssssss"
He recoiled almost violently, slamming his wheeled chair up against the wall. There crawling among his meticulous pile of unused booking sheets was a coal black scorpion. Bischoff gulped and reached for the office phone. Who would leave a scorpion in his office? Who would go to all that trouble? Scorpion poison was deadly wasn't it?
"Just one of the boys having a joke" he muttered as he dialled for security so that they could get rid of it "nothing serious, just a joke and no one will know about it"
But he eyed the scorpion doubtfully as he spoke to security and in the corridor outside, cold pale eyes blinked and an uneven smile spread over a well-worn face. Undertaker silently moved down the hallway, to tell Sting all that had happened.
SIGN
It was a good night for Eric Bischoff. Evolution had dropped off a substantial sum of cash which allowed him to continue to furnish his family in the lifestyle they were accustomed too. It also meant he could think about stealing more Smackdown talent from that rookie GM Kurt Angle. Bischoff rubbed his hands together, yes tonight really was a good night
Knock knock
"Come in" he replied, beginning to write a match down on a booking sheet
Victoria slowly entered the room, shutting the door firmly behind her. She managed to look both controlled and penitent, her hands twisted into a fleshy knot in front of her. Bischoff looked up and smiled at the sight of the beautiful diva
"Victoria! What a pleasant interruption! What can I do for you?" he asked, leering slightly
"I was hoping for a match Mr Bischoff" she replied "with that bitch Gail Kim, she-she's been bullying me! Making me tap out like that!"
"Ahhhh Miss Kim" sighed Bischoff, allowing his mind to wander before appropriately remembering who was stood in front of him "well I'm sure she'd like the challenge, as long as you're too hard on her, I don't like them too bruised""
Victoria nodded and carefully began looking around the GM's neat office as Eric began writing out a match form. There was an intriguing filing cabinet against one wall as well as the neat stacks of papers and files on his desk. She had to find a way to get him out of the room, leaving her time to rifle through everything before he got back. It didn't take long to work out Eric's weak spot; it was either power, money or women as he'd so aptly demonstrated. Victoria smiled, took a quick cleansing breath and honed in.
"Actually Eric, I think I heard Gail talking about you earlier" she said
"Really?" Eric looked up immediately interested "anything I should know about?"
"Oh I think she wants to see you again, in fact Molly should be out getting her new wig fixed so Gail'll be all alone in that locker room, perfect time to pay a visit don't you think?"
Eric smiled and quickly signed the match paper in front of him.
"I knew there was a reason I liked you Victoria" he exclaimed, getting to his feet "consider your match official and sanctioned, you and Gail will fight mid-card tonight, now if you'll excuse me I have some business to attend to"
"I'll let myself out"
Eric didn't reply as he rushed out of the room. Victoria smiled to herself, knowing that she wouldn't see Bischoff for at least fifteen minutes. She locked the door so that no one could walk in and catch her snooping and crossed the room rapidly to the filing cabinet. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for but she knew she had to find something that indicated what sort of scheme Bischoff and Evolution were concocting.
As she began rifling through Eric's meticulously kept files, she suddenly starting shaking. She gasped, stepping back from the filing cabinet with an arm wrapped around her stomach. A vision was coming. She hoped it was short and important.
She saw the Undertaker walking slowly through the corridors, staring straight ahead. He was looking at and sensing everything. Then he stopped and looked almost directly at her. A burning pain surged through her forehead, causing her to shriek. This had never happened before to her.
"I feel your presence Hex Priestess" he atoned "Evolution are strangely quiet, something is rumbling beneath this surface, I feel Bischoff's stench everywhere still, his grip grows stronger, good luck"
And then he was gone. Victoria let out a huge breath and straightened herself out. She had a task to do without worrying about abdominal pain. Quickly she went back to going through Eric's files. There was nothing useful to her, all files on every Raw rostered superstar; their win-loss records, their strengths and weaknesses, tag team partners and enemies, titles won and lost. Everything carefully recorded. Victoria raised her eyebrows. Eric may act like he didn't care about his superstars but he sure kept a real close eye on them since the records were flawless.
Quickly she moved to the desk, conscious of her time. She knew that Gail would willingly screw Eric if she thought it would get her better bias matches and further her career and Eric would take all he could get. She just didn't know how long they'd have before Molly got back and caught them. She began sorting through the papers on the desk, careful to not disorganise the arranged piles.
"Financial records" she muttered under her breath "Bischoff's been putting huge amounts into his account and then taking equally huge amounts out as well"
She rapidly folded the paper and slipped it under her top before continuing her search. Soon in a space of a few brief minutes, there were no more piles to search through. Then her eyes lighted on a memo pad. Hastily she flipped through it until she came to a page with a note scrawled on in Bischoff's distinctive handwriting
"Contact former charges, get account numbers, input money, arrange meeting with lawyers"
Former charges? Victoria wondered if that alluded to WCW wrestlers or former WWF wrestlers who'd been fired by him. Either way they'd mostly be bitter and angry about Bischoff so why would he contact them? Something was not quite right. Victoria ripped the sheet off and tucked it under her top with the other papers. Realising with a quick glance at her wrist watch that she was pushing her time, she did a quick tidy-up on the desk and made sure she closed the filing cabinet properly. She was fairly confident that if Bischoff made his way back to his office sometime soon, a vision would kick in. Everything was back in its place. And she had just enough time to leave a little inspired present that Sting had instructed her to leave.
Bischoff whistled cheerfully under his breath as he made his way back to his office. It was nearly show time and he'd already booked several matches he knew would keep the fans happy as well as satisfy his own revenge tactics. How good it was that he could exercise his power to humiliate the ones who defied him. A security guard had intercepted him on the way back as well, saying that one of their guards had been found knocked out and claimed that the Undertaker was at the arena with some mysterious unrecognisable friends. Bischoff had shrugged; it was more than likely that Undertaker was back for more revenge on Kane. They could tear each other apart for all he cared. Maybe Undertaker would even sign for Raw, now that would be a coup. Add to that a good session with Gail Kim, on the condition that her matches would indeed be booked in her favour and the one with Victoria tonight was a no-disqualification match, and it was enough to put Bischoff in a permanently good mood. He reached his office and found the door neatly closed.
The office was empty. It seemed that Victoria had taken off just after he'd left. Bischoff smirked to himself as he made his way back to his desk. Victoria certainly was delicious to look at; he hadn't asked her if she wanted a career boost yet. Since she'd dumped that loser Stevie Richards she'd certainly upped her game in the ring. Not that Eric cared. As long as the girls showed their tits and ass then who cared what they did in the ring?
Quickly he shuffled through the piles on his desk to find more booking sheets. That's when he noticed one of his piles, right near the top, move. He frowned, maybe he imagined it. No, a few papers moved again. Maybe there a breeze or air from his office fan but this movement was more deliberate, like something was under the paper. Bischoff snorted. Now he was getting paranoid. He reached a hand over and plucked the top paper off the pile.
"Hisssssssssssss"
He recoiled almost violently, slamming his wheeled chair up against the wall. There crawling among his meticulous pile of unused booking sheets was a coal black scorpion. Bischoff gulped and reached for the office phone. Who would leave a scorpion in his office? Who would go to all that trouble? Scorpion poison was deadly wasn't it?
"Just one of the boys having a joke" he muttered as he dialled for security so that they could get rid of it "nothing serious, just a joke and no one will know about it"
But he eyed the scorpion doubtfully as he spoke to security and in the corridor outside, cold pale eyes blinked and an uneven smile spread over a well-worn face. Undertaker silently moved down the hallway, to tell Sting all that had happened.