Not So Perfect Reflections

Title: Not So Perfect Reflections
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Mark Jindrak, Teddy Long, Bill DeMott, Isabella and various other WWE superstars.
*Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever own any of the WWE superstars. Their characters belong solely to Vincent McMahon and they, as people, belong to themselves. I am not making any money off of this story and if you sue me, you'll only get some pez.
Summary: Bill's neice, Isabella, visits him on the road for two weeks.
Distribution: *shrugs* If you want to...

Isabella Vincent stepped off the plane and immediately began looking for her Uncle Billy. It had always seemed strange to call him "Uncle" Billy when he was only 4 years older than she, but that's how she thought of him. Seeing a flash of bright orange out of the corner of her eye, Izzy turned to see Uncle Billy waving frantically at her. She grinned. He was so over protective sometimes that she just wanted to scream. He'd made the biggest fuss over her flying to Louisiana by herself. 'I'm 24 Uncle Billy!' she'd told him over the phone. 'I know, Izz, but you know how crazy some of those people are...' he'd told her.
"Uncle Billy!" Izzy ran and jumped into his arms.
"Hiya, shortstop!" he returned the hug and grinned at her frown at the use of the old nickname. She straightened and punched him lightly in the stomach.
"Just because your a bohemeth, doesn't make me short!" She straightened to her full 5 feet 4 inches. "I'm just...vertically challenged!" Bill just laughed and grabbed her close for another hug.
"It's good to see you again, Izzy. I can't believe how gorgeous you've gotten! It seems like yesterday you were a little overweight, frizzy-haired kid with braces and bad acne!" Izzy rolled her eyes. Tact had never been one of Uncle Billy's strong suits.
"Yeah, well you weren't so great yourself, buddy." He simply smiled and lead her over to claim her baggage. They quickly spotted her black samsonite suitcase with flames painted on it. Bill just shook his head and sighed.
"Still very much an independant, huh?"
"Yep."
They made their way to the car Bill had waiting. A long silver stretch limo sat at the curb, and Izzy couldn't help but let out a low whistle. "Wow, Uncle Billy! The WWE must pay really well!" Bill chuckled and climbed in behind her.
"Well, they do pay us announcers good money, but not that good! Actually, this is a company car. We use it for the superstars." Izzy laughed at that.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not superstar material, Uncle Billy!" Bill frowned at that. He knew his neice had been trying to break into the music business for some time now. It seemed, a few months ago, that things were finally going her way. Then his sister had called him and begged him to convince Izzy to come visit. She had said that Isabella needed to "get her mind off of things". He started to ask her about it when he was cut off.
"So, where are we going? Are we going to the arena? I'd love to see where you work! I can't wait to see how things are run backstage...." Bill held up his hand with a laugh.
"Whoa, kiddo! Take a breath, will ya?" He reached over and tousled her short, curly hair. He tugged on the white streak that covered one eye. "What's with the stripe?" Izzy shrugged.
"I felt like something different. I know, I know." she said with a mock sigh. "Mom's already told me that I look like a skunk." Bill patted her hand.
"Nah. You're a little better looking." Izzy wacked him with her purse."You DO sorta smell the same, though." He finally stopped laughing as they came to a stop. "We're here, Izz." Izzy quickly climbed over her uncle, making sure to squash him on her way out. She stepped out into the bright sunlight, from the darkness of the car and had to shield her eyes. A small gasp left her mouth. She couldn't believe she was really here! She'd been wanting to see Uncle Billy's work ever since he started with the WWE, back when it was still WWF. She turned, prepared to say something to her uncle when a voice interupted her.
"What do you think you're doing?! You are blocking my shot!"
Izzy turned to see a very angry-looking hunk storming her way, closely followed by a short black man. She raised one perfectly arched eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" Upon closer inspection, this man wasn't a hunk...he was a mega hunk. Grade A USDA prime beefcake. She took in the cold blue eyes and golden skin, with one glance. If she'd ever learned anything on the road, it was not to let them see you sweat. Izzy stood her ground as the man got right up in her face.
"I'm trying to do a photo shoot here! And you just ruined a perfect shot! Tell her Teddy!" The short black man came forward.
"Let me holla at ya playa. You've interruppted the reflection of perfection's photoshoot. Now you betta beleedat!" Izzy rolled her eyes, about to make a smart retort when she felt a hand clasp down on her arm.
"Sorry Mark, Teddy. I just went to pick up my ---" The hunk --She guessed he was Mark-- held up a hand, effectively stopping what Bill had been about to say.
"Bill, I don't care where you pick up your--" he looked Izzy over disdainfully "--conquests. Just get her out of my way." Izzy saw red and wondered at her uncle's lack of response. Turning to him, she could tell he was trying his hardest to keep his mouth shut. Must be because of his job, she thought. Well, I don't work here. She whirled back around to see Mark and Teddy walking away.
"Hey!" she shouted at their retreating backs. Both stopped to turn around. Izzy marched up to Mark and poked him in the chest. "Listen, you little prick", she said staring up into his eyes. He had a good hundred and thirty pounds on her and at least a foot height-wise. "Who the hell do you think you are to insult me like that?" He shook off the intial surprise he felt at having the little spitfire touch him. Shoving her finger away from his chest, he took a step forward, but she refused to back down.
"Listen, honey, whatever you wanna call your...occupation...it all boils down to the same thing. Now, kindly get your fat ass out of my photoshoot!" Izzy gasped.
"My fat a--- you asshole!" That said, she caught him with a quick uppercut. He stumbled back into Teddy, and reached up to touch his lip. His eyes widened at the sight of blood on the hand he had pulled away.
"You little Bitch!" he screamed. Izzy frowned and pushed her sleeves up.
"C'mon! Get up you little pussy-whipped mama's boy!" Just as she started forward, Bill grabbed her around the waist and hauled her to the nearest entrance to the building. She fought him, kicking at his legs. "Let me go! He's got it comin'!" The door closed behind them, but not before she heard ,"I want that little bitch arrested!"
Dropping her abruptly, Bill turned his niece around to look into her amber eyes. Grabbing hold of her shoulders, he lightly shook her. "What were you thinking, Izz?! That's Mark Jindrak "The Reflection of Perfection". He's the hottest star that Smackdown has right now! Not to mention he can probably bench press you!" Izzy shook loose of her uncle's grasp and folded her arms across her chest.
"Do I look like I give a rat's ass who he is? And since when do you stay quiet when someone cracks on your family? He more or less called me a whore, Uncle Billy!" Bill sighed, running a hand through his short blonde hair. Taking her arm, he headed to the elevator.
"I know, baby. I know. It's just that...well, Vince has really been on my case about losing my temper." He smiled grimly as they stepped into the elevator and he pushed a button. "It seems that a certain fellow announcer of mine, finds me threatening." Izzy stared in disbelief at her uncle, knowing exactly who he was referring to.
"Tell Tazz to grow a pair and deal with it." She shook her head as they got off the elevator and stepped into a magnificent office. "Don't let them push you around!" Bill led her over to a desk where an attractive young woman sat, typing away on a computer. She glanced up and flushed when she saw Bill.
"Hello, Mr. DeMott! Mr. McMahon said to come in whenever you got here." Izzy noticed that her uncle's coloring had heighten as well and drew her own conclusions. She smiled warmly at the woman and thrust out a hand.
"Hi. I'm Isabella Vincent, Bill's niece." The receptionist shook Izzy's hand firmly.
"I'm Sophia Blackman. It's nice to meet you, Isabella." Izzy smiled.
"Please, call me Izzy --- all my friends do."
"Alright then, Izzy." Bill tugged on Izzy's shirt tails. "C'mon, Izz. I wanna introduce you to Mr. McMahon." With a little wave at Sophia, Izzy made her way down the long, plushly carpeted hallway, followed closely by her uncle. She eblowed him and gave a sly wink.
"Sooooooo? What's up with you and Sophia?" Bill glanced nervously behind them, making sure they were out of hearing range for the cute little redhead.
"Well, I've sorta had a little crush on her...." Izzy smiled. Linking arms with him, she moved in for the kill.
"So, you want me to hook it up for ya?" Bill's eyes grew wide just as they reached Mr. McMahon's office, preventing him from answering. Knocking lightly, Izzy casually opened the door and made her way to the man sitting behind the massive mahogeny desk.
Mr. McMahon took in the petite brunette coming his way. Short, but shapely legs peeked out from the slit in her long denim skirt. Her black button up shirt was opened at the collar and a moon and sun pendant hung on a delicate silver chain around her neck. Wide-set, bright amber eyes in a heart-shaped face and a perfect cupid's bow mouth. Well, she certainly doesn't look like her uncle! Vince thought to himself. Izzy now stood directly in front of his desk, thrusting out a hand.
"Hi Mr. McMahon! I'm Isabella Vincent, Bill DeMott's niece. It's a pleaure to meet you!" Vince took her hand in his and reciprocated the comment.
"I'm glad I'm finally getting to meet you Miss Vincent...it is Miss, right?" Izzy laughed, tossing her head back, causing her mutiple earrings to tinkle at her ears.
"Absolutely! I haven't found anyone that crazy yet!" Vince laughed and turned to shake Bill's hand.
"Good to see you again, Bill."
"You, too, Mr. McMahon." Vince gestured to the chairs in front of his desk.
"Please, sit down!" They sat, making themselves comfortable. "Now, Bill tells me you're here on a vacation, Izzy. I've heard nothing but rave comments about you from him for the last two weeks. What I was wondering was if you'd be up to a little, "work" while you're with us." Izzy looked at him, confused.
"Work, Mr. McMahon? What kind of work?" They were interupted by a commotion in the hallway. each of them standing at the noises. Mark Jindrak pushed his way through the door, with a still fuming Sophia trailing after him.
"Vince! I need to hav--" He stopped upon seeing Izzy standing there. Earlier he had taken notice of her appearance and the shapely extension of leg that peeked from in between the slits of her skirt. "What the hell is she doing here?"
Izzy slowly smiled, taking notice of Mark's eyes following the movements of her legs. With a smirk, she slowly crossed her legs, allowing just a hint more of leg to show than was proper. Mr. McMahon seemed amused by this exchange.
"Mark, I'd like for you to meet ---" Mark interrupted.
"We've already 'met' " he sneered as he tore his gaze from her legs. Licking his dry lips, he stared into her amber eyes. Her gaze followed the glide of his tongue, making her mouth water. Turning back to Vince, Mark allowed his "charming" side to appear. "Mr. McMahon, this.........woman interrupted my photoshoot. She ruined an entire day's work and then she did this!" he pointed to the split upper lip she'd given him. Vince raised an eyebrow and looked down at Izzy.
"You did that?"
Izzy shrugged and settled back in her seat, letting the material of her skirt slide even farther up her leg. "yes, I did Mr. McMahon. I don't take too kindly to being called a whore." Vince's expression never changed as he turned back to Mark, but the tone of his voice was a warning to the anger building quickly inside.
"Care to explain what this young lady is talking about , Mark?" Vince asked as he casually leaned back in his massive leather chair. "Because I'd hate to think that you, of all people, would disrespect a personal guest of MINE and a fellow employee's family member. Mark eyes widened in shock as he turned to face the now smirking Izzy. She looked up at him through thick black lashes, pushing an errant brown curl behind her ear and arching an eyebrow at his surprise.
"I TRIED to tell you..." she said sweetly. Mark's mouth opened an closed, making him look utterly ridiculous. Vince spoke up, drawing the attention to himself once again.
"This is BIll's neice, Isabella."
Mark turned red but the stubborn set of his jaw gave away the fact that he was still upset. "I'm sorry Mr. McMahon, but she DID interrupt a very expensive shoot." Vince glanced back and forth between the two youngsters. The air fairly vibrated with electricity when they looked at each other. A slow grin spread across his face as a plan took shape.
"Well, ruined shoot or not, you're going to have to get along. I'm placing Isabella in a storyline with you for the duration of her stay with us."
A flurry of activity followed, with various obscenities coloring the air.
"I'm not working with that...that THING!"
"You can't do that Mr. McMahon!"
Isabella glowered at Mark. She stood and walked towards him, stopping a mere inch from his enormous frame. "Thing', Jindrak? Just who do you think you're calling a 'thing'?" she asked, her voice deceptively calm. He smirked, his gaze never leaving the pint sized brunette.
"Let's face it honey...." That was as far as he got before Izzy rared back and delivered yet another blow to his busted lip. Bill and Vince were on her in a second, pulling her away from a glowering Jindrak. He reached up to touch his mouth gingerly, coming away yet again with blood. He turned, furious, to stare at his tormentor.
"You just wait, kid.....you're gonna get yours." And with that he turned abruptly on his heel and left the tense silence that had enveloped the room.