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I! Fucking! Hate! This!
Please excuse me; it's not like me to swear. Well don't get me wrong, I do swear, everyone does. I just try not to. I think it makes me sound less intelligent.
But damn Vinnie Mac is so thickheaded! Wrestling ratings are going down the drain. I know that, everyone knows that, including him! Why can't he get his dyed head out of his ass for one second to listen to someone else's ideas? Obviously his aren't good, why not try something else?
I slam my briefcase down on my desk. Forget it. He wants to lose money? He wants to lose fans? He wants his empire to fall? Fine. I can go somewhere else and make it as big as the WWE, or bigger.
I look up from my computer screen as I hear my door open and close. Stephanie walks in. She has on a dark blue business suit. That's something totally different from what she used to wear in the McMahon-Helmsley era.
"Don't let him get to you!" Stephanie says and sits on my desk, her legs dangling near my bent knees.
"Whatever Steph. It's hard, ya know? How long have I put up with his shit?"
"Longer than anyone I know. But that's why you can't quit or do anything drastic."
"Who said I was going to quit?"
"Oh no one."
"Steph tell me." I know she's lying.
"It's locker room gossip."
"Gossip Stephy, gossip."
"Yeah well isn't there always some truth to gossip?"
"Slut?" I ask and raise my eyebrows. She puts on a shocked face, even though I know it's fake and smacks my forehead.
"No fair." She pouts.
"Because I have you backed into a corner. Oops more slut talk." I joke. She smirks.
"Well I just came in to tell you that." She says and stands. I also stand.
"Vinnie Mac will be the LAST person to push me out of the WWE." I tell her. Steph kisses my cheek. She's so damn tall she doesn't need to lean up.
"Bye. I love you."
"Love you too Slutty, I mean Stephy."
"Fuck off Giant Killer."
"Below the belt!" I scream as she shuts the door as she leaves. I smile and shake my head. Boy do I love my sister.
~~~~~~~~~
I walk into my empty house. Ever since Marissa and I got a divorce a year ago I haven't dated or anything. I've been lonely I guess. I sigh. And how says McMahon's have everything?
I! Fucking! Hate! This!
Please excuse me; it's not like me to swear. Well don't get me wrong, I do swear, everyone does. I just try not to. I think it makes me sound less intelligent.
But damn Vinnie Mac is so thickheaded! Wrestling ratings are going down the drain. I know that, everyone knows that, including him! Why can't he get his dyed head out of his ass for one second to listen to someone else's ideas? Obviously his aren't good, why not try something else?
I slam my briefcase down on my desk. Forget it. He wants to lose money? He wants to lose fans? He wants his empire to fall? Fine. I can go somewhere else and make it as big as the WWE, or bigger.
I look up from my computer screen as I hear my door open and close. Stephanie walks in. She has on a dark blue business suit. That's something totally different from what she used to wear in the McMahon-Helmsley era.
"Don't let him get to you!" Stephanie says and sits on my desk, her legs dangling near my bent knees.
"Whatever Steph. It's hard, ya know? How long have I put up with his shit?"
"Longer than anyone I know. But that's why you can't quit or do anything drastic."
"Who said I was going to quit?"
"Oh no one."
"Steph tell me." I know she's lying.
"It's locker room gossip."
"Gossip Stephy, gossip."
"Yeah well isn't there always some truth to gossip?"
"Slut?" I ask and raise my eyebrows. She puts on a shocked face, even though I know it's fake and smacks my forehead.
"No fair." She pouts.
"Because I have you backed into a corner. Oops more slut talk." I joke. She smirks.
"Well I just came in to tell you that." She says and stands. I also stand.
"Vinnie Mac will be the LAST person to push me out of the WWE." I tell her. Steph kisses my cheek. She's so damn tall she doesn't need to lean up.
"Bye. I love you."
"Love you too Slutty, I mean Stephy."
"Fuck off Giant Killer."
"Below the belt!" I scream as she shuts the door as she leaves. I smile and shake my head. Boy do I love my sister.
~~~~~~~~~
I walk into my empty house. Ever since Marissa and I got a divorce a year ago I haven't dated or anything. I've been lonely I guess. I sigh. And how says McMahon's have everything?