What You Used To Be
TITLE:
What You Used to Be Prologue/?
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: Sweetvalley99@aol.com, Juliet_316_2000@yahoo.com, FYouWWF@aol.com
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE, TORTURE
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA, ANGST
SPOILERS: Through WM - X7
SUMMARY: What would you do to save a friend?
DISCLAIMER: I own none of these people in the story, their are either owned by
World Wrestling Entertainment, or they own themselves.
DISTRIBUTION: Fanfiction.net, WWOMB, anyplace else, please ask.
What You Used to Be
Prologue
March 29th, 2001
Vince McMahon paced around the
abandoned section of the parking lot of the arena where the World Wrestling
Federation was holding SMACKDOWN that evening. He was waiting for his son
- in - law Hunter Hearst Helmsley and WWF Commissioner William Regal to show
back up, hopefully with what Vince wanted. This plan was so vital to
Vince, that if anybody screwed up the assignments that Vince had given them,
there would be hell to pay with the chairman of the WWF.
Vince saw a black 2000 Lincoln Continental
roll to a stop beside Vince. Triple H stepped out of the passenger side,
while Regal who drove, popped the rental's trunk on his way out of the car.
Hunter reached into the trunk and extracted someone out of it.
Here ya go Vince, one sleeping
Rattlesnake," The Game commented, laying the body of Stone Cold Steve
Austin at Vince's feet.
Vince looked hard at the man that was his
son - in - law. Once, he'd considered doing the same to Hunter as he now
planned to do to Austin, certainly Triple H wasn't exactly what the patriarch
of the McMahon clan had pictured as a husband for his youngest daughter,
Stephanie. The blond man, did, however make Stephanie quite happy and
Vince didn't want to tamper with anything that might interfere with that
happiness. Besides Hunter's evilness rivaled Vince's own and with all the
problems Vince was having with his eldest child, Shane, Hunter may well be a
perfect heir to Vince's empire one day. Vince inwardly shook himself out
of his thoughts, focusing on the unconscious man at his feet.
"Any problems?" Vince asked the
two men standing in front of him.
"No, not at all Mr. McMahon,"
Regal enthused, clearly sucking up to his boss.
"Trailed him to an out of the way
convenience store. Kurt and I lured him to a dark alley behind the store
and knocked him out." Hunter explained referring to the third man who'd
helped kidnap the Rattlesnake, Kurt Angle. "Stuffed him in Willy's
trunk, then headed back here."
"And Kurt?" Vince asked.
"Took Austin's truck back to the
rental place. Said he'd catch the next flight and meet us in
Houston," Hunter said, referring to the site of Sunday's WrestleMania.
"Good, good, if Stephanie and Trish
did their jobs, the next part should be easy," Vince boasted referring to
the mission he sent his daughter, Stephanie, and his mistress, Trish Stratus
out on earlier in the evening after he fired Steve Austin's wife, Debra as the
manager of Austin's WM opponent, The Rock. Though Stephanie was willing
to use Trish's help in carrying out her father's orders, she refused to let
Trish know what was really going on, not trusting the petite blond woman that
Vince spent the better part of three months sleeping with. Stephanie gave
another plausible explanation for why Vince wanted what he wanted done, and
Vince grudgingly agreed to keep his Canadian mistress in the dark for now.
"What now Vince?" The Game asked
his father - in - law.
"First, knock him out. I don't
want him coming to on the way to your destination," Vince ordered as Regal
produced a syringe that held a powerful sedative and plunged it into the
Rattlesnake's surgically repaired neck. Hunter reached for Austin's prone
body.
"One second," Vince said halting
his son - in - law. Bending down, Vince reached around and removed the
gold chain necklace that had been hanging around Austin's neck. Standing
back up, he pocketed the necklace.
"There, a little souvenir of the Old
Stone Cold, may he rest in peace soon.
Get him out of here and begin the plan."
"Got it Vince." "Yes, Mr.
McMahon," came from the two men as Hunter grabbed Austin and stuffed the
Rattlesnake once again in the back of Regal's rented Continental.
"Let's go Willy," Hunter barked
as Regal got in on the driver's side of the Lincoln, proving that while Regal
may have had the title of WWF Commissioner, the real power rested in Vince and
his family.
As Hunter and Regal drove away, Vince's
cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Vince asked.
"Dad? We're done," Stephanie
McMahon - Helmsley's voice came through the other end.
"Your sure that you did everything I
asked of you?"
"Pictures and everything,"
Stephanie dutifully answered her father.
"Trish even added some 'personal
touches' of her own to ensure some additional confusion," Vince could
almost hear the smirk in Stephanie's voice as she said that last sentence.
"Good." Vince beamed.
"Now get the hell out of there. Tell Trish to head up to our
suite and get yourself to the warehouse. Regal and Hunter are already on
their way there.
"Got it. Bye Dad,"
Stephanie hung up.
As Vince walked towards his limousine, he
had a spring in hi step. Despite his son buying out WCW from under him
and Mick Foley sticking his nose in where it didn't belong and making himself
the special ref in the streetfight between Vince and Shane at WM, things were
looking up. His wife, Linda was taken care up at the sanitarium, Trish was
under his control, he had every confidence that Hunter and Regal would win
their matches at WrestleMania, and by the end of that night in Houston, Vince
would have the WWF Championship and it's Champion under his complete and total
control as well.
As he got into the limo, Vince McMahon
laughed malevolently and ordered his driver to head in the direction Regal and
Triple H had gone.
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