Chapter 8
Jaxine jogged down the sidewalk with a pair of gray shorts and a matching sports bra, her black hair pulled up in a ponytail as it swished back and forth lightly in the breeze. It'd been three months since she left the WWF and Jaxine was slowly getting back to her old self. She sighed as she jogged up the steps to her new apartment building.
Apparently, someone knew about her deal with Paul and had mailed the money she deserved and was tortured over. Jaxine tried sending it back, only for it to come back, and decided she would put it to good use. She was now in the safer side of Chicago in a beautiful two bedroom apartment. She heard her phone ringing and slid the key in the door before running over, picking it up and pressed the talk button.
"Hello?" She asked, out of breath.
"Is this Jaxine?" Came an older male's voice, sounding like he was rustling with some paperwork on his desk. When she didn't answer he continued. "My name is Vince McMahon; I'm the owner of the WWF." Still no answer, he sighed. "You were on temporary hire through Paul Bearer? Do I have the right number?" He stared down at the paperwork, wondering if that crackpot detective he'd hired to track this woman down had gotten the WRONG woman.
Jaxine wasn't answering because she was frozen from the shock that coursed through her body. "Y-Yes this is she." She finally whispered, not trusting her real voice at the moment, swallowing hard. "What can I do for you, Mr. McMahon? " She asked gently, pulling the ponytail holder out of her hair before raking a hand through it, sinking down on her couch.
He sighed in relief, sending up a silent thank you. "Well Jaxine, do you mind if I call you Jaxine? Like I said, my name is Vince McMahon, feel free to call me Vince. What I'm calling for is to offer you a job, if you're interested. I don't know if you follow the show or not, but the Undertaker has a title shot coming this Sunday and I would like you there, at the pay-per-view."
Her eyes narrowed to slits at the mention of his name, closing her eyes tightly shut. "I want to be nowhere near him, Mr. McMahon. Thank you for the offer anyway." She began to hang up, though stopped when she heard his voice, explaining what her role at the pay-per-view would be. Jaxine was intrigued as she looked in the mirror, deciding she could make another trip into the psychotic world of the World Wrestling Federation. "I'll be there, send me a ticket."
~!~
It was his time. In a short while he would be the WWF champion again, the top dog. He liked that idea, being the best, being number one. 'Taker already knew he could beat Stone Cold Steve Austin, snorting at the mere thought of the man. He was 'Taker's complete opposite, both physically and in personality. Could they have found a perfect enemy for him? Probably not.
The sound of glass shattering throughout the arena echoed as the World Wrestling Federation Champion Stone Cold Steve Austin came barreling down the ramp way, wearing a black Austin 3:16 vest with black trunks and black wrestling boots. He was all business as he proceeded to pose at every turn buckle, walking right past Taker before finally handing the belt over, taking his vest off, his blue eyes cold and calculating. As soon as the bell rang, the match was on.
He and Steve circled each other warily before locking up, both men trying to make the other drop to a knee. 'Taker was first to give it up, wrenching on Austin's wrist and applying a wrist-lock. Steve turned the tables, going with the holds game, knowing 'Taker was a power man who'd eventually resort to sheer strength. Or maybe he'd just swing Steve into the ropes and try to clothesline him to hell and back. Steve ducked, feeling the air whooshing right where his head had been.
Halfway through the match the crowd suddenly erupted at the sight that was walking down the ramp way. Her black hair was down in curls with a pair of tight black leather pants that sculpted her legs along with a black and blue corset top that laced in the front. Her lips were painted in a clear gloss and she had the same color of blue eyeliner outlining her amber eyes as her top, black steel toed boots on her feet that were two inches. She ran to ringside, seeing Steve currently had Undertaker in a headlock in the center of the ring.
"Come on, Undertaker!" She cheered out, slapping the mat with her hand and smirked when Steve was back dropped on the mat.
"KING, IT'S JAXINE!"
"JR, PUPPIES! The puppies have returned to the dark side!"
Somewhat startled, he shot her a look, almost getting his head knocked off when Austin got to his feet. Knowing he couldn't afford to be distracted anymore, 'Taker turned his back on Jaxine, deciding he would deal with her AFTER he won his title. He smirked when Austin walked right into his open hand. "Time for you to step down." He hissed, preparing to lift him.
She grabbed the ring rope with her hand and watched as Austin managed to get out of it before reversing it into a swinging neck breaker, causing both men to go down for the count. Jaxine quickly ran around the ring toward Howard Finkle, shoving him back as she grabbed a chair and folded it before sliding into the ring, both men backs behind her
"JR, what is she-"
"Oh my god, King, Jaxine just nailed the Undertaker in the back with the chair!"
Being as the match was No Holds Barred, Jaxine waited for Undertaker to turn around before swinging the chair as hard as she could, cracking him upside the head with it. The man hit the mat like a ton of bricks before turning her cold dark gold eyes on Steve, pointing. "Pin him." She threw the chair down on Undertaker's chest, raking a hand through her hair before grabbing the ref, waking him up by slapping his face, and smirked as he made the count of three. She then walked over to Undertaker and knelt down, whispering viciously in his ear. "I told you one day someone would come along and put you in your place." She then looked back at Steve before stepping out of the ring, walking up the ramp way.
"THE UNDERTAKER HAS BEEN SCREWED OUT OF THE TITLE BY THE PUPPIES!"
"STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN IS STILL THE WWF CHAMPION!"
Steve watched her go before turning to the Undertaker, smirking. He called out for a beer, draining half of it before pouring the rest on 'Taker. He celebrated, holding HIS title up to the fans, climbing on each and every turnbuckle, calling for beer after beer. When he finally made it backstage, he was soaked in the stuff, but happy his belt was where it belonged, over his shoulder.
He lay there, smelling disgusting, his head throbbing and an itch in his hands to choke the life out of that little bitch.
Jaxine made her way backstage and went straight to Vince's office, where he was sitting with his son Shane McMahon, raising a slow eyebrow at him. "How was that?" She asked, planting her hands on her hips.
"Beautifully." Shane answered before his father could, standing up and taking her hand, kissing the back of it. "You saved us the aggravation of having to screw 'Taker out of the title ourselves."
"It was my pleasure gentlemen." She purred in return, knowing she had to get out of the arena before Undertaker came looking for her. Vince gave her the key card to her hotel room along with her fake identity before she jetted out, passing Steve Austin on her way and went to her rental car.
A few minutes later, Jaxine was peeling out of there just as Undertaker stalked through the curtains, blood oozing out of his forehead.
"Where is she?" He roared, sending stage technicians running for cover. "JAXINE!"
"Ain't here, ya jackass." Steve snorted, ducking when a fist came flying at his head, turning to find 'Taker leaning against the wall, apparently still recovering from the chair to his head and the swing only prolonging the recovery. Snorting, he stomped off, intending to go straight back to the hotel to celebrate. Jaxine, so that was her name. He knew he had recognized her, she was the woman 'Taker had coerced into being with him. He snorted again. "Loser."
Jaxine arrived at her hotel room on the outskirts of the city, hardly anyone staying there under the name Jacy. Vince had set everything up for her, making sure she would be properly protected, and so far it was bliss. She threw her purse down and plopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and started laughing out of nowhere. The bastard deserved what she did to him after the hurtful things he'd said the last time they were together, right before he kicked her out. She stood up and reached down, unzipping her leather boots before tossing them in the corner and drew the curtain. Now that she'd become a permanent part of the WWF, Jaxine had plans to make Undertaker's life a living hell. She smiled before undressing, heading to the shower with that thought in mind.
~!~
"Shane, I'm not afraid of the jackass, this is stupid." Steve said in his cell phone, pulling into a motel, not believing how far out of the way it was.
"Look, IF by chance he shows up, run him off, okay?" Shane sounded exasperated, like he wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"IF he can walk a straight enough line, after that-" Steve's blue eyes widened, suddenly figuring out why he was there. "That's just low, man."
"Just don't piss her off and you won't be next. Relax, you don't even have to talk to her, or see her, separate rooms. Just...keep an eye out."
~!~
The next morning, Jaxine was up and dressed in a dark blue tank dress with her black boots and black fishnet nylons, her hair up in a ponytail that hung down to the middle of her back. She leaned over the vanity mirror and proceeded to do her eyeliner, stopping when she heard a ruckus outside. Her amber eyes widened when she heard the familiarity and quickly began packing her things, knowing she had to get out of there or she was dead.
"Goddamn it, 'Taker!" Steve shouted, avoiding getting thrown over a car by dodging out of the way. "You're takin' your job way too seriously."
He didn't grace that with a reply, more intent on killing Steve. "Is she here with you?" He hissed unaware Jaxine and Steve hadn't even officially met.
"You need to get over it." Steve snarled angrily, grabbing an ice bucket and smashing it against 'Taker's head.
'Stay calm, stay calm.' She mentally coached herself and barely pushed the curtain away from the window, gaping at the sight of Steve Austin, wondering what he was doing here. Was that Vince and Shane's extra insurance policy? She prayed it was, knowing she would be buried six feet deep if Undertaker got his hands on her. She didn't regret costing him the WWF title, but she also enjoyed living and breathing.
Steve was inwardly hoping that Jaxine had already left because either him and 'Taker were going to go to jail or one of them was going to get seriously injured. He dropped when 'Taker lunged, shooting up and flipping the larger man onto a car, hearing the windshield shatter and a car alarm go off. "Oh shit..." He muttered.
Jaxine blinked when she seen Steve do that and knew it was time to go. There was no way she could walk out of the door and quickly rushed to the bathroom, opening the window, and threw her bag out before crawling out of it. Luckily the hotel had a fire escape as she quickly headed down the steps, running toward her rental car. She ducked when Undertaker slowly got up from the smashed car, the alarms ringing throughout the air, and knew she had to wait for him to leave. She spotted his motorcycle and groaned inwardly at its position, moving silently around the car without being seen as he made his way toward it. Her heart was thundering in her chest and she prayed he didn't hear it, holding a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes.
"Quiet." Steve ordered, dropping down beside her, having heard her muffled gasp when Taker let out a loud curse. His ice blue eyes watched 'Taker, a hand on Jaxine's shoulder. When 'Taker finally managed to make it out of the parking lot without killing himself, he let out a sigh of relief. "That was damn close." He exhaled. "I'm Steve Austin, by the way."
"Jaxine." She replied, hearing the motorcycle rumbling in the distance and slowly stood up, raking a hand through her black hair, not believing she was face to face with the man she'd helped out last night at the pay-per-view. "Nice to meet you, champ." She had to calm her racing heartbeat down, her amber eyes glittering as the sun shined down on both of them, the skies nothing but blue for miles.
"Nice to meet ya too, Jaxine. Thanks for the assist by the way." He grinned, standing up as well, squinting in the bright morning sunlight. "Woulda been a bit nice if I'd had a heads-up about it, but...not complainin', not everyday you get to see a gorgeous woman drop the Undertaker with a chair." He winced when he seen people beginning to congregate around the car he'd used to drop 'Taker on. "I do believe that's our cue to go."
Frowning at him and looking around, Jaxine could see he was right. "I'll come with you, if you don't mind." She walked past him with a wink over her shoulder, heading toward his black truck with the huge skull painted on the hood. That was his, she just knew it, and smiled when he rushed over to open the door for her, helping her inside. "Thank you." She stared into his blue eyes momentarily before pulling away, knowing they had to get out of there before the police showed up. Steve hopped in the driver's seat and Jaxine silently thanked the stars he had dark windows, it would be more difficult to spot her as he peeled out of there, buckling up.
Steve was on his cell phone almost immediately. "You have a rental to take care of, boy." He said by way of greeting, ignoring Shane's sleepy 'huh.' "Jaxine is with me, handle the car."
"Why is she with you?"
"Because 'Taker showed up."
"Well…why is she with you? She couldn't drive her own car?"
"Uh...made more sense to leave as soon as possible. 'Taker tripped over his own two feet and smashed out somebody's windshield." Steve chuckled.
Shane sighed into the phone and asked, "She alright?"
"Ask her." He handed her the phone.
"Hello Shane, yes I'm fine." She replied, leaning back against the comfortable seat, crossing one leg over the other while straightening her dress, smoothing it down her thighs. "You want me to what?" She sighed, nodding, knowing this was her new job and glanced over at Steve with a smirk. "I'm sure that can be arranged. See you tonight." She then handed the phone back to Steve. "He wants to tell you something."
"What, McMahon?" Steve growled, not entirely sure if he was comfortable with this sudden relationship he was developing with his bosses. He felt like he was becoming their errand boy or something.
"You just got a valet."
"Are you kiddin' me?"
"Think how much it'll piss off 'Taker." Shane coaxed.
"Ah, well, when ya put it like that…"