Big Evil had his eye on a certain somebody that comes through the building daily, Vince McMahon's youngest kid. There was something about them that reeled the biker in, it might be that they didn't follow in they're siblings footsteps, not working in the wrestling business but working at a bookstore-

He may or may not have stalk- just so happened to have gone the same way as you. You knew it was bullshit when you saw him down the same isle you were stocking one day, then he 'just so happened' to be at the same café you stopped at for your lunch break. What is a biker doing in a café anyways? It's not hard to miss the six-ten, three hundred and nine pound, biker that is everywhere you are.

You were sitting in Vince's office, your dad and Shane were in a meeting and you had no idea where Stephanie was but she wasn't in the building that was for sure. A knock was on the door and you were about to speak up but the door open and The American Badass himself walks in like it was his office, he stops and takes his sunglasses off before closing the door, you could hear the small click of the lock turning right before he begins to talk.

"Well, well, well... who do we have here?" A smirk on his face as he steps closer, you stood up, having to look up at him. "Vince isn't here." You say and try to walk around him, he puts his arm out to stop you before you could pass him, stepping in front of you. "I wasn't looking for him. I was looking for a different McMahon... and I found the right one." Big Evil says as he leans down a bit to look you in the eyes, an almost sadistic smile on his face as he stares at you with those haunting green eyes.