(A/N) Once again, don't own, don't sue. Thank you.
Four men sat facing each other at a round table. The table was made of marble. All four men wore immaculate Armani suits and crisp Hugo Boss ties. The leader of these men sat above them all. He used a higher chair purposely. So that he could look down upon his fighters. Hunter never missed a chance to remind everybody that he was the boss.
"So H, what is the plan of attack?" said a white haired man sitting across from him.
"I dunno Ric, why don't you tell me, you are the brains behind this whole operation." Hunter shot back at his best friend.
"I think we should hit them silently, and where it hurts the most. We should go straight for their clubs." Called out the massive man who sat on Hunter's left named Batista a.k.a "The Animal".
"I think you should shut up! I didn't ask for your opinion. I don't pay you to think either, I pay you to hurt people. So leave the thinking to us big boys ok?"
"Well I say we go at them head on, let them know we are coming for them. Call them out, and when they do come out, we pick them off one by one. WOOOOO!" suggested Ric with a little flair at the end. (hehehe great pun use I might add)
"Now that sounds more like a well thought out plan." Hunter said as he shot a glance at Batista. "So is everything set for tonight?" asked Hunter.
"You betcha H, I got my man ready for his fight against Cena tonight. We should be making big bucks on this one." Flair said to Hunter with big grin plastered on his face.
"Good. I want everything ready by 11p.m tonight. At 11:30 you can come to my place and pick me up in the limo." Hunter said as he rose from his chair and made his way to the door of his sparkling office at his club Evolution.
"Randy, I want you to gather up the soldiers, and tell them to be here tomorrow at 9 p.m sharp." Hunter said addressing the other man in the room, a young, good looking male.
"Sure thing boss. Where you off to now?" asked Randy.
"To see Torrie, hehe. Remember, don't come by before 11:30… I'll be busy." Hunter said as he winked at the trio standing before him.
Back at Hunter's mansion in upper class Manhattan, Torrie was working furiously away in the kitchen. She was preparing dinner for a sure to be hungry Hunter, her boyfriend. She would cook him up a storm, in hopes of filling Hunter up so that she could have a day off in bed. For days on end, Hunter had been giving it to her, and giving it to her hard every night, and she was starting to feel used, and very tired of her relationship. She then heard the doorbell and put down her cooking mitts and took off her apron and proceeded to the door. She peered into the spy glass and saw Hunter in his suit with a big smile. She unlocked the two locks and pulled open the wooden door with the sheet of bullet proof glass inside. Hunter bounded in and took Torrie roughly in his large arms. She placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"Uuummmm, something smells nice. What's for dinner, I'm starved." Hunter said, releasing her from his bear like hug and making his way to the dining table.
"Oh, nothing fancy."
"Well, bring it on. And hurry women before I die of starvation."
"Now we wouldn't want that now would we…?" Torrie muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
As Hunter ate, Torrie thought. She thought back to the days when she was really happy. Not that she was very unhappy now. She had jewels, a mansion, a Porsche. Everything she wanted when she was with her old boyfriend but couldn't have. Everything she wanted… or at least thought she wanted. And as she pictured her old boyfriend's smiling face, she couldn't help but feel a little sad. But still, he had hurt her bad. So bad she thought of killing herself. But then Hunter entered the scene. At the time, he looked like her knight in shining armor, her breath of fresh air in a world so polluted. Hunter would never hurt her like that thug John Cena did. Would he?
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