A Stamford Christmas Carol
By: Judy
Summary: Charles Dickens famous story, but in my own way with WWE peoples in it instead of the traditional people. HHH is "Scrooge," Matt is sort of Tiny Tim, And some famous legends come back to guideour Scroogeto a better path.
Warning: Don't steal my shit. I'm just borrowing this from Charlie Dickens as many people have, including the Muppets. If this bears any resemblance to any other story written by anyone else, it is purely unintentional.
Chicago...
Our story opens in the vast expanse of the ever-crowded, bustling O'Hare airport of Chicago, Illinois. As it is Christmas time, many flights have been diverted, cancelled, delayed, or over-booked by hoards of stressed out individuals trying to get home to their families for the holidays. Among the crowd, a tall red-head stands dutifully beside a stack of black luggage reading a how-to book of southern holiday recipes. Luckily her flight is on time, and scheduled to begin boarding in just a few minutes.
"Hello? Matt? It's really noisy here. I can barely hear you." She yelled into her cell phone with her opposite ear covered. "Matt?"
"I'm here, It is a zoo there, isn't it? Is the flight still clear?" He yelled back.
"Yeah, I'm boarding in 10 minutes. Hang on, there's a call on the other line. Hello?" Matt waited patiently on the other end for her return. "What? What about Kansas City? Yeah, but there's a 4 hour delay cause of snow. I understand my position in…this can't wait till the new year? A children's hospital and an animal clinic? Tomorrow is Christmas eve. I understand…okay. Happy Holidays." She sighed and clicked back to Matt. "Hello?"
"Hey, what's wrong? You sound upset." He knew instantly what was happening. It had happened many times before. He wasn't surprised.
"I have to go to Kansas City, but I swear I will try my best to hurry things up and get back there for Christmas day. Matt?"
"I'm here. I'll save some dinner for you and keep the tree lit till you're here. Amy? Hello?" Her phone died as she hurried to the ticketing agent to find a way to Kansas City.
Stamford...
"There, that wasn't so hard. I knew she would come around." The large man behind the desk smiled and leaned back into the leather chair with his feet perched up.
"Was it really necessary? She could have gone to a hospital and animal shelter closer to her home." Shane McMahon answered from across the room. "Missouri is a long ways from North Carolina, especially in winter."
"See, this is why I'm going to own this company one day, and you'll still be second in command, if you're lucky." He sat up and glared at the man with a larger, evil smirk.
"You don't own it yet. You're only in that chair because my sister is being forced to marry you. And pulling schedule changes like that one will keep you just where you are. And where you belong. You don't care, you just pretend."
"Pretending to care is part of the job, Shane-o-Mac. It's all about pretending. You and I know that better than anyone."
"Sadly, that is true. It's no fun pretending when you do it too often and for the wrong reasons." Shane picked up his brief case and moved for the office door.
"Shane?"
"Yeah, Trips?"
"You have to make a stop before you head home tonight." He flung an envelope across the room to Shane. "There's a try-out in Concord tonight. Your dad expects you to be there." He slid back into the leather seat and waited with his hands folded.
"Concord. Sure." Shane walked out and dropped the envelope into the trash. "Concord my ass. Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge." He knew it was a 3 hour drive from the office on a good day. However, there was 2 feet of snow outside on the cold New England roads and the trip just wouldn't be possible. "Driver, take me home?"
"Not Concord, sir? I have instructions to take you there."
"Hell no. Whatever he paid you, I'll double it and give you a free turkey for your family to take me home." He smiled and slid into the long, black limosene.
"Thank you, sir."
