Linda McMahon was waiting outside the arena for her limo. The driver was late, and she was getting rather annoyed. She figured it must be traffic, but as she looked out at the deserted streets doubts formed in her mind. She shivered and pulled her coat tighter around herself, a nervous feeling tightening her stomach. She had a distinct awareness that something was amiss, and she didn't like it one bit.
Headlights appeared down the street, and Linda sighed with relief as she watched the limo approach. The long black car stopped in front of her, and the CEO of the WWF didn't wait for the driver to open the door for her, simply pulled it open and stepped into the car. She turned around to ask the driver to hurry back to the hotel, when she noticed that she was not alone. There was a woman sitting next to her, clothed all in tight black leather. Her long hair was tied back at the nape of her neck, and in her hand was a long piece of black silk. Before Linda could scream the woman was on her, roughly shoving the fabric into her mouth.
It was far into the night when the limo finally pulled up at the hotel. The door opened and a single figure was throw out onto the curb, the black car speeding quickly away. Limbs shaking, Linda picked herself up, trying to straighten her crumpled business suit. Taking a deep breath, she managed to climb to her feet, stumbling slowing and unsurely into the hotel. Her breathes came quickly, her eyes wet with unbelieving tears.
There was no one in the lobby save for a night watchman, who she quickly waved off. She stumbled into the elevator, jabbing the button for her floor. The doors opened a minute later, and Linda slowly made her way down the hall, fighting with every fiber in her being not the break down. She reached the room she was heading for, pounding on the door frantically. She rested her forehead against the door, tears filling her eyes.
The door was yanked open a minute later, an angry and tired looking Vince McMahon standing in the lighted doorway. His enraged expression instantly faded when he saw the condition his wife was in. "Linda, what happened?" he gasped, taking her arm and pulling her into the room. He led her over to a plush chair, sitting down and kneeling before her. He took her cold hand between her, kissing the back of it and peering into her watery eyes.
Linda just shook her head, a tear slipping down her trembling cheek. She gladly excepted Vince's embrace as she was pulled into his arms, sobbing brokenly on his shoulder. He sat with her for some time, holding her and gently rubbing her back, whispering soft words of comfort. At last she seemed to calm, relaxing a little in his arms. He drew back, softly repeating his question.
"It - " Linda voice broke, and she swallowed hard. "It was horrible," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "My limo was late. Then, it - it showed up and last, so I got in, and she was waiting for me! And she - I - I can't believe she - "
"She what?" Vince's face was sympathetic, yet hard, his eyes blazing with fury. "What did she do to you?" Linda started at her hands, whispering the word so quietly it seemed to have no sound. But Vince heard it, and his eyes turned to molten fury, his hands clenching into fists.
"She said she had a message," Linda choked out, her entire body shaking. "She said to give Stephanie a kiss for her and tell her goodbye."
"Stephanie?" Vince's eyes widened, and he snatched for the phone, letting it ring a dozen times until his daughter's angry husband picked up. He delivered his order quickly and curtly, leaving no room for argument. A few minutes later, a groggy and scared Stephanie was let into the room. She gasped when she saw her mother, sitting in a chair shaking.
"Mom, are you alright?" she asked, rushing to her mother's side. Linda squeezed her eyes shut, holding her daughter's hand tightly. She shook her head, trying not to break down again.
"I think you have some explaining to do, Stephanie," Vince said sternly. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was looking at Stephanie with a look that made his daughter tremble. He relayed to her the story Linda had told him. While she listened, a look of horror grew on Stephanie's face, her hand tightening in her mother's. However, she didn't seem surprised by the news.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "This was my fault. You see, we - she and I - we were lovers."
Vince stared at his daughter. "You were what?!?"
"Lovers," Stephanie choked, tearing filling her eyes. "I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean for it to happen. I do love Hunter, I would never want to hurt him. But she - she was something different, and I couldn't resist. She seduced me. A few weeks ago I broke it off, because I couldn't take the guilt. I broke it off and came clean to Hunter, and he forgave me. He's such a wonderful man, I don't deserve him." She wiped at her eyes, brushing away the tears forming there. "She was so angry," the young woman continued. "She told me she'd get me back, and I guess this is how." She broke down, sobbing, her head in her mother's lap. "God I'm so sorry mom! I never thought this could happen!"
"Well don't think she'll get away with it," Vince snarled, snatching the phone. "I'll have every cop on her by morning! She'll never get away."
Stephanie shook her head sadly. "I think she's already gone, dad. She and Test, he must've been the driver. They'd been having an affair, after I broke it off, maybe before. They had tickets out of the country, I saw them; I thought it was a vacation. Now I know what they were really for. They were for today, the plane's already gone." The young woman took a deep, shuddering breath. "She planned this! I can't believe it. She actually planned this, just to get back at me!"
Vince looked at his phone, at his wife, then at his daughter. He called one number, one of his higher up administrators, someone he knew he could rely on, and gave instructions for the manhunt. Pointless or not, he was going to try. No woman got away with threatening his daughter and raping his wife.
Meanwhile, in the early on a plane headed for Switzerland, Jackie Moore was resting comfortable in a first class seat. She sipped a bit of her drink, enjoying the silence of the early flight. Most of the seats around her were empty, the few filled places holding slumbering passengers. She thought back on the night and laughed to herself. "Some night, huh?" she commented to the man beside her.
Test gave her a wicked smile. "An excellent night. I do always love watching you work."
"And I do love working," Jackie replied with mirth. A few years ago, when one of Vince McMahon's greatest enemies had approached her with the job, she had never imagined it would be so much fun. Seduce Stephanie McMahon. Play the angry spurned lover. And the crowning achievement of the whole charade, take control of the great Linda McMahon. Jackie laughed again as she proudly recalled her latest achievements, as well as the hefty sum this job had added to her bank account.
"Well since we have time," she stated, setting down her glass of champaign and turning to Test, "where are we off to next? Any good offers?"
Test took out a pad and flipped through it. "We can go where ever you want to go," he told her. "Always rich men willing to pay for revenge somewhere. Hmm, how about the Caribbean? I think I could use a good tan."
"Excellent. We'll arrange it in the morning, then." Jackie picked up her glass, tapping it lightly to Test's, the glasses making a slight ping. "To pain, money, and the promise of tomorrow," she toasted with a wicked smile. Test grinned back at her, raising his glass to echo the salute.
THE END