A/N: If I didn't already mention, th rosters are mixed in this, which includes ECW. Thanx dolls.
Chapter 3.
"Remind me again why I'm here?" Bailey asked as she yawned for the fourth time on entering the building. It was ten in the morning and still way too early for her.
"Because the only way you pay your bills every month is those donation boxes, and that's hardly even enough. Plus this is a personal favour to Mr McMahon." Ashley explained she looked down at her watch. "Shit, we're late. Come on." She grabbed Bailey's hand and laced their fingers together as they ran down the corridor, narrowly missing random stage hands and wrestlers. Out of breath, both girls skidded to a standstill in front of a door, the sign at eyelevel read, "Vince McMahon." The butterflies in Bailey's stomach grew. Ashley knocked on the door and waited. From behind the door came a welcoming voice.
"Come in." Ashley opened the door, Bailey followed her in, "Take a seat ladies, we were waiting for you."
"Yeah sorry about that Vinnie." Ashley smiled sitting down on the sofa next to a few other girls. Vince motioned for Bailey to sit in the empty chair in front of him.
"Are you Bailey Angel Giancana?" Vince asked her as soon as her ass hit the seat.
"Yes."
"Is your grandfather Sam Giancana?"
"Yes." She flicked her hair nervously out of her eyes. Yes she was in a band but she wasn't used to people starring at her this much.
"Am I right in thinking that you have a 22 Caliber handgun in that bag?" Vince asked pointing at the black and white striped shoulder bag Bailey carried.
"What is this twenty freaking questions?" Bailey snapped. Vince smiled, that was the exact reaction he was looking for. Every other bodyguard he had interviewed had spent their time trying to suck up to him. But not this girl, she was born to be different. "And no there is not a gun in my bag." Bailey snapped flinging her bag onto the desk in front of Vince. "Check it if you don't believe me." She narrowed her eyes as Vince smirked.
"I believe you." He nodded.
"Look dude, I ain't gunna play games with you, and I damn sure hope you wont play them with me. Ashley said that you needed a body guard. Now I hauled ass to get here. So what is it that you're looking for? Because if it's someone to clean up after this lot," she waved a hand at the girls sitting around the room. "Then the job title should be personal assistant." Bailey leaned back in her chair and stared down the old man in front of her.
"I'm not going to play games with you Miss Giancana. Nor am I going to treat you like a personal assistant to these ladies." Vince said realising that she was more like her Grandfather than he had anticipated. "Miss Giancana, I could have asked anyone in the world to be sat in your seat right now, but I didn't. I asked you. And I did so for a reason." He paused making his point clear. "I know about your family past Miss Giancana. I know of your Grandfather. I know that his legacy skipped your mother and was handed down to you." Bailey nodded.
Bailey reached into her pocket and pulled out a small box. "You mind?" She asked, Vince shook his head approvingly. What did he care; his office had large open windows. Right now, for the first time in his life, Vince McMahon would be the one to do the sucking up. He would actually kiss her ass to get her on his team. Twenty pairs of eyes sat fixed on Bailey as she took a lighter from her pocket and lit up a cigarette. She took a long drag then smiled, satisfied.
"Here's the thing Miss Giancana. I have nineteen women in this room that are targets of violence, sexual harassment and abuse on a daily basis. These are the women that I wish for you to," he paused, "watch over, so to speak."
"Dude, you are aware that I am only one person, yeah?"
"Yes Miss Giancana I am aware of this. You will not be alone in this. There are two other girls that I have assigned to this job." Bailey raised her eyebrow. "I am aware that you know these girls and have worked alongside them before."
"I ain't a mind reader Mr McMahon. Names would help." Vince smiled at her attitude.
"Miss Aubrey Martin and Miss Nicole Pearce." Vince smiled as someone knocked on the door. "Come in, just on time." Two girls, around nineteen walked into the office.
"Dude it's cramped in here." The shorter of the two, with black hair stated.
"Shut up and sit down Nikki." Bailey rolled her eyes.
"I believe you girls have met before."
"Look, Vinnie, we don't need short sweet little introductions. We don't need briefing. This is what we do. And we've been doing in longer than this lot knew anything about wrestling." Aubrey smiled sweetly; a few of the girls rolled their eyes.
"Girls, I want you to go down to the ring and prove to these girls what you can do. Because they obviously don't believe that you can keep them safe." Vince said firmly. Some of the girls that sat around the room, mainly the new ones, they didn't understand how truly vulnerable they actually were. Aubrey, Bailey and Nikki pushed back there chairs and stood up. Vince stood with them. "Well then." The nineteen other girls stood up and all filed out of the office, towards the ring. The gang of twenty-two women heading for the ring attracted some male attention, as wrestlers joined them. They all got in the ring with the three girls whose job it would be to keep them out of harms way.
"If you're going to keep us safe then prove it." A busty brunette sneered. Aubrey walked up to her, standing mere millimetres from her face. She looked the brunette up and down.
"Name?" She demanded.
"Candice Michelle."
"Well, Candice. I'm not going to prove anything to you. And neither will Nikki or Bailey. If you think you'll be stronger on your own then you can leave." Aubrey smirked as the brunette slid out of the ring and walked up the ramp. Her bag swung loosely from her arm, she flipped out her cell phone. "Yo Candy!" Aubrey yelled as she reached the top of the ramp, Candice spun around only in time to see Nikki and Bailey reach behind their backs then flick their wrists to aim two guns at her. Two shots were fired. One took out the ultra thin cell phone she held in her hand, the other ripped the bag from her arm. Candice screamed in shock. "And that, ladies, is what we call target practice." Aubrey smiled.
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