"I'm sorry sir. She's with someone right now."
"Tell her McMahon is here."
"Um…sir, I can't really-"
"Tell her."
"Miss Kathrine, McMahon is here."
"Send him in now." I told Diane, my secretary.
"But-"
"Send him in. Mr. Verlot, I'm afraid our meeting must continue another day. I'm sorry, Diane!" Diane escorted Mr. Verlot out forcefully just as Mr. McMahon walked in. Still all business like, eh?
"Forgive my secretary, there will be a new one before the week is out. How are you?" I asked him as he sat down in a chair before my desk.
"Perfectly fine, I simply came to see if you would be interested in coming to the WWE."
"Sorry can't. I'm a bit preoccupied as you can see. Company, restaurants, etc." I told him, standing up and walking towards the door.
"I'm calling in my favor." I stopped and gave a sigh. I opened the door and told Diane to call in Cassiel, my sister and vice president of my company. I closed the door, walked back to my desk and sat down behind it.
"What do you need me to do?" I asked him, folding my hands beneath my chin.
"Simply add a bit of excitement to our storylines. I'm just asking you to be you and no one else. No strings attached or any contracts."
"How long?"
"Depends on how you like it. We can have you on for a few weeks or if you like it, we can have you on for longer. It's your choice."
"I'll do it." Just after I said that, my sister came walking through the door. I explained to her what was going on and she agreed to take over the company while I'm gone.
"Actually Kathrine, can you do one thing for me?" Mr. McMahon asked me.
"What?"
"Use those abilities of yours to add even more excitement." I grinned at him and walked out of the office to begin packing.
"You have no choice but to respect me!"
"From that chamber, and from that mansion, I fled aghast. The storm was still abroad in all its wrath as I found myself crossing the old causeway. Suddenly there shot along the path a wild light, and I turned to see whence a gleam so unusual could have issued; for the vast house and its shadows were alone behind me. The radiance was that of the full, setting, and blood-red moon which now shone vividly through that once barely-discernible fissure of which I have before spoken as extending from the roof of the building, in a zig-zag direction, to the base. While I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened --there came a fierce breath of the whirlwind --the entire orb of the satellite burst at once upon my sight --my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder --there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters --and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "HOUSE OF USHER." The Fall of the House of Usher, Edgar Allan Poe." I read from a book, pacing on the stage at the top of the ramp. I closed the book and turned to face the ring, microphone at my side now.
I was decked out in all black, my normal color. I wore jeans, a tank top and a trench coat. I wore a black bandana on my head, kepping the hair out of my face and black sunglasses. To the world, I looked like a man, only Mr. McMahon knew who I was. To the world, I was simply a being of darkness, almost like a ninja.
"And just who are you?!"Randy Orton demanded of me. Heh, he would learn. I rarely take kindly to people who yell at me.
"Merely a concerned bystander, who is here to make sure the title is in its proper place." I deepened my voice some to make sure everyone believed I was a man.
"And it is. It belongs to me and it will stay that way for years to come." He boasted. I laughed and he glared at me.
"I'm afraid that is not where the title belongs. I can think of plenty of people who deserve it more than you. Triple H, Batista, Matt Hardy-" At the sound of the older Hardy's name, the crowd began to boo loudly.
"Ah, not Matt then. Perhaps even Festus or Hornswoggle." The mentioned little Irishman ran up beside me and nodded vigorously at me.
"See? He likes the idea." Randy Orton became very angry and began to rant on Hornswoggle and how he deserves the title.
"Keep ranting, go ahead. You won't be keeping that title for very long after this week. Just wait." I picked up Hornswoggle, set him on my shoulders and I walked backstage. This is just the beginning, wait till Smackdown. Edge is next on my list. I won't bother Christian, he deserves the title. I didn't realize that I had spoke the last statement out loud. Hornswoggle was agreeing with me in his own way and I really liked the little guy.
Now to wait until Friday…
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