A forceful knock was heard on Vince McMahon's dressing room door. He didn't even have time to react to it before the door burst open and his son, Shane, made his way over to his father in heaving breaths. Shane stopped in front of the couch his father was sitting on, placed his hands on his hips and waited a couple minutes to catch his breath before he started to speak. Vince watched his son with a confused face. Shane was supposed to be back at the hotel taking care of press business for the upcoming Pay Per View. He had no idea why he had just burst through the door looking like he had just ran up 100 flights of stairs.
"Shane.... you need water or something?" Vince started to get up to get him some but Shane held out his hand to stop him. "No... hold.... just... Ok.. I'm ok.." Not listening to his son, Vince went to get water from the small refrigerator anyways. " Here drink some water. I'm starting to get impatient." he said with a smile as he watched his son sit down on the couch and take the bottle from him.
After a couple more minutes Shane had his breath back and stood up again. "Ok I'm ready now.. I had NO idea jogging 7 blocks from the hotel to the venue could kill you!" Vince's eyes widened. "You jogged here?? No security?? What did I tell you about that! After that fan incident last month at MSG we never go anywhere without someone!" Shane sighed. "I was careful. Besides, everyone in the world is watching Raw right now." Vince turned to look at one of the monitors playing Raw. "Oh no way anyone would notice a guy jogging at 10:30 at night in a suit. Well minus the tie I see." Shane looked down and laughed. "Yeah .. lost that thing after three blocks." "Shane why are you here?? Your suppose to be at the hotel." Shane reached over and turned off the monitor that his fathers eyes were glued to for his full attention. "Dad....." Shane's voice and expression turned serious. His new tone made Vince's insides shudder. "There was an other phone call."
