Break Away

Chapter 1

Pathetic.

That's the only word she could describe this group of children, who were grown men, that she was forced to work with. Jaina sighed as she sat at the table, sipping a cup of coffee and looking over the schedule for the week. Autograph signings, promotional appearances, live events and house shows. How the hell did she wind up with this job? No better question, how the hell did she wind up with THEM? Shaking her head, Jaina stood up from the table and walked into the mini kitchen, rinsing her coffee cup out, wearing a pale blue nightgown that went to her knees with a black silk robe that was tied closed. Jaina was a beautiful woman with waist length honey blonde hair and deep ocean eyes that changed with her moods.

The men in question were a Stable known as Evolution comprising of Paul Levesque, David Bautista, Ric Flair and Randy Orton. Ric was older than all of them and possibly the most childish in a very interesting sort of way. Paul enjoyed his tricks and was the natural leader of the group, often recruiting David and Randy into his jokes, which they both found immensely amusing. Currently, they were wondering just what the best way to remove the stick from Jaina's pert little ass was.

"She needs to get laid."

"Man that is ALL you think about." Paul snorted, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, trying not to crack up when David just shrugged his shoulders in silent agreement.

"Maybe I would remove the stick from my ass if I wasn't dealing with a bunch of insolent CHILDREN." Jaina retorted with narrowed eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest, lips pursed tightly together. She was NOT happy in this group and couldn't believe what Vince McMahon, their boss, was thinking! "By the way, DAVID, I had to call down to the reception desk and told them YOU were paying for the damages to their restaurant table from last night. It's ten grand, congratulations." With a snort of disgust, Jaina stormed into her room and slammed the door shut with authority.

Ric found that amusing to no end, clamping a hand over his mouth to hide his smile. "Well...you DID-"

"Ten grand? How much is Vince paying her?"

"No idea, why?"

"Because she needs to buy a goddamn calculator, what fucking table costs TEN GRAND?" Paul and Ric were leaning against each other, both full out laughing their asses off.

It wasn't just the table that was damaged, more like the entire restaurant in general. Evolution had an after party with women and booze, of course Jaina hadn't attended. She preferred to spend her nights indoors on her laptop, alone, away from them. When David stumbled in around three A.M., security was there and Jaina had to negotiate a deal so they didn't get kicked out of the hotel. That deal was ten grand in damages caused by David Bautista. Sighing, Jaina rolled her eyes and stepped into the shower, knowing they had to leave in an hour to catch a flight.

"I didn't even make the entire goddamn mess." David groaned, throwing his hands up in the air before resuming his grooming, eyes narrowing when Randy snorted. "What?"

"You were the only one dumb enough to get busted."

Ric shook his head, running his hands over his hair then accepted the bottle of water Paul passed him, toasting. "Cheers."

"You know, I think I have an idea." Paul announced, looking at Jaina's door, all three men's gazes following his, all of them instantly hovering in around him.

After blow drying and curling the ends of her hair, Jaina did her makeup, which was blue eyeliner with clear gloss; the outfit a dark blue jean denim skirt that went two inches above the knees with a white halter top that had dark blue lace on the hem. She walked out of the bathroom after packing her toiletries away before going out to her room, looking around. Something wasn't right. Jaina narrowed her eyes and sat on the bed; pulling her two inch black steel toed knee high boots on, zipping them up before finishing packing her things.

"Did you do it?" Paul demanded, staring at Randy. They were all congregated in one of the suite's bathrooms, where they couldn't be overheard.

Randy nodded with a smirk on his lips. "Yep."

"Now that's just MEAN."

"She deserves it." David grunted.

Ric shook his head, a smile on his lips.

Jaina walked out a few minutes later with bags in hand, not saying a single word to any of them, busy looking at the schedule before getting another cup of coffee. Due to Evolution's antics, Jaina barely got four hours of sleep and she was running on pure adrenaline, not to mention she didn't know what the hell they were going to do next. Vince was lucky she loved her job or else she would've told him to stick this idea up his ass. She was Evolution's valet, but more importantly, she was Randy Orton's 'woman' on-screen. It made her sick, even if the guy was incredibly gorgeous.

"I want the weekend off." Ric informed her, smacking David on the back when the big man asked for what, shaking his head with a devious grin. He got around better than most men half his age did; he was a natural charmer. "My DAUGHTER is having a get together, promised I'd be there."

"Aww our little family man." Paul grabbed Randy in a headlock, destroying his spiked hair. "And you're the baby brother."

"Man, get off of me!" Randy growled, pushing away and groaned when he was pushed back, right into Jaina, dodging the coffee cup. "HUNTER!"

"You PRICKS!" She shrieked angrily, shoving Randy off of her and kicked him in the knee, watching as he buckled as her blue eyes blazed with anger. "That's IT! You four are unbelievable! I am not your goddamn secretary so take it up with McMahon!"

She threw the cup at Paul, barely missing his head and didn't flinch as it smashed against the wall before storming out of there with her luggage, pissed behind belief. Her white halter top was now ruined and stained with HOT coffee! Jaina stopped in the bathroom to change into a black halter top, deciding she wasn't wearing white anymore, and took a cab to the airport.

~!~

"Ow, stupid bitch!" Randy groaned, limping into the airport. "I am sawing every goddamn heel off her fucking shoes, see how she likes that!"

Paul was moderately amused, sharing chuckles with David, while Ric flirted with some young women who had to be in their mid twenties. "And here I thought she WAS our secretary."

"Nah, she wouldn't get all pissed off when we ask her to pick up our dry cleaning."

"Thank you, I am a bitch, especially when assholes such as yourself decide to ram into me and spill HOT coffee on me." Jaina shot back nonchalantly, studying her blue painted fingernails, not phased in the slightest. One leg was crossed over the other as Jaina stared straight ahead, chewing a piece of gum and smiled when she got a text message, responding instantly.

"He was pushed. You need a little ramming in your life honey; you might not be such a stuck-up bitch." David patted the top of her head like she was a child before moving past her, Ric right behind him.

Randy shared looks with Paul, blue eyes narrowed. Apparently Jaina forgot she worked on-screen with him because he was going to have to remind her.

"Hey David?" She called sweetly, watching him turn around and tossed a condom in his face, nailing him in the nose. "Why don't you try using one of those once in awhile since you love ramming every whore on the planet?" She stood up when their flight was called, glaring back at all four of them. "Don't fuck with me, boys. You won't win." She smiled gently and handed over her ticket at the flight attendant and stepped in the terminal, yawning, deciding she would be sleeping on the flight. They had an appearance at four, which was two hours after the plane landed, then a house show afterwards.

"Is she serious?"

"You know, I think she is."

David had pocketed the condom. He was what he was and made no apologies.

"Hmm..." Paul was thinking, hazel eyes watching her back as they followed, all four men attracting attention in their perfectly tailored suits and large builds. "I think she's challenging us."

Slipping her IPOD headphones on, Jaina leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, knowing it was fully charged. The flight wasn't that long, a few hours at most. Jaina didn't care if she was being a bitch toward this group of men, who acted like spoiled rotten children. She was twenty-five years old and more mature than they ever thought possible. Not to mention she was pissed off being stuck with them. It would further her career, though Jaina couldn't stand what they represented or how they acted. It was pathetic.

First class was awesome. Being with Evolution, in the company of greats like Ric and Paul, had definite perks. Though Jaina was a definite downside. She was hot -or fuckable, as David had so eloquently put it upon first seeing her-, but she was also the type to castrate a man after sleeping with him. Nope, Randy liked his dick right where it was.

"Hmm, I think princess has a latex allergy." David rumbled, studying the condom packet.

"Nah, lambskin is more natural, she probably just-"

"Likes the feeling of-"

"Yeah, that."

Jaina slept throughout the flight, looking like a peaceful angel with her music playing softly in her ears, drowning out everything else around her, just the way she liked it. When the plane landed, Jaina was reenergized and walked off the plane, wheeling her bag behind her while the laptop was over her shoulder. She slipped her headphones off, along with her IPOD, putting them in her purse and went through security before going out to the waiting limo. Snorting, Jaina rolled her eyes and walked right past it, having gotten keys to her rental Escalade with a smile on her face, not caring what Evolution thought. She would end up killing them if she had to ride in a limousine with them to the hotel.

"Oh that's real professional!" Paul shouted out, laughing when Ric muttered something under his breath. "Mind if we just replace you on-screen then? And you can go back to wrestling in pools of pudding?"

"Mmm chocolate."

"I prefer vanilla myself."

"I'm a banana kind of guy myself."

"I would LOVE it if you could replace me! I'd rather be alone than with scumbags like YOU!" She shouted back at them, knowing fully well Vince wouldn't allow her to be replaced.

Jaina had fire and spunk, not to mention he wanted her to 'keep them in line' as he so eloquently put it. Jaina didn't understand why she had to be the one to do it, but if it paid her bills and whatnot, she would suffer. Blasting country music from her IPOD, Jaina peeled out of there moments later before the limo, going to the hotel.

"You know, I think we should talk to Vince about her. Mention how it's not good for image for her to be shouting and acting like a-"

"Bitch?"

"All of the time."

"Good idea."

"Sorry boys, Jaina stays." Vince stated over the phone in the limo, a smirk on his lips. "Maybe if you would treat her with a little more respect, she wouldn't be such a bitch to you." Vince knew the four of them had him on speakerphone. "I have to go, deal with it." He hung up.

After arriving at the hotel, Jaina ordered room service for Evolution, along with herself, before changing into a gold tank dress. It went two inches above the knee with black two inch open toed heels on her feet, hair remaining the same. Her makeup was black eyeliner with gold shimmery eye shadow. Chewing her chicken salad thoughtfully when they trudged in, Jaina continued watching television.

"Tonight, after the show, we were invited to attend a club opening to help promote it." Paul said, including her in this since she was technically a part of Evolution. "It would be nice if you could put on a happy face and go with us."

"We promise to behave."

Randy threw a rolled up newspaper at the snickering David. "You too, ass clown."

"Since it's for promotional purposes, I suppose I have no choice." She replied resignedly, tone softer than usual, slowly moving her gaze to the four and nodded. "Paul, you have chicken breasts, David, I ordered you a steak, Randy, you have chicken breasts with honey mustard sauce and Ric I ordered you a bowl of soup with crackers. You're coming down with a cold." As if on cue, Ric began coughing out of nowhere followed by a sneeze, a box of Nyquil being tossed at him moments later. "Take two doses after the club tonight." She took another bite out of her chicken salad and raised an eyebrow, laughing since Roseanne was on.

"It's only moderately frightening how well she knows us." David said musingly, studying his steak just incase. He didn't trust her anymore than she trusted him.

"Just eat the damn thing; she's not going to do anything stupid that would fuck up work." Paul reprimanded with a roll of his eyes, stepping away from Ric. "You get me sick, old man, and I'll hurt you."

"Sneeze on him!"

"I didn't do anything to your steak, David. Believe me, if I wanted to kill you, I would've turned Lorena Bobbitt on your ass a long time ago." Jaina snorted, shaking her head and finished her meal before throwing it away, setting the plate on the tray.

It was impossible to please these men. Even when she did something nice, like order food before they arrived, she STILL got shit on. Sighing, Jaina walked back over and turned the volume up, giggling at her favorite show.

Randy scratched the top of his head, looking puzzled and then just shrugged, exchanging looks with the other three. All four men shrugged again, figuring she must be permanently on her period because being a bitch twenty-four seven just couldn't be natural.

"I'm taking a nap. I think I have a head cold." Ric groaned, going to lie down.

"You might want to apply a warm compress to your throat. Do you want me to get you one?" Jaina asked, raising an eyebrow at Ric and picked the phone up when he nodded, getting one from the front desk. "It'll be here shortly." These men didn't know how to take care of themselves and the partying was finally starting to take its toll. Karma Jaina was chalking it up as and walked over to get a Snapple out of the mini fridge. "You three should take a shot of Nyquil before bed tonight too, just incase."

"If I get sick, Ric, I'm going to murder you." Randy groaned, wondering what a shot of Nyquil was going to do if they were going to get sick anyway, besides mask the symptoms.

"Let's put him in a home."

"AFTER next year, we need him."

"You pricks!"