TITLE: Unexpected Twists of Fate Chapter One?
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: R
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE, TORTURE
CATEGORY: ANGST, HORROR, DRAMA, ADULT
SPOILERS: Right around when Stephanie and Vince first had Linda committed at the end of 2000 and fired Mick Foley. After that everything is AN AU.
SUMMARY: Three years after a fire at WWF NY destroyed everything, an alliance with Ric Flair could bring Shane some unexpected truths about what happened.
DISCLAIMER: These are Vince McMahon's toys, not mine for the most part.
DISTRIBUTION: WWOMB. Anyone else please ask.
Unexpected Twists of Fate.
Chapter One
Send in the Clowns.
Shane McMahon checked into the hotel Flair and his group was staying at, thankful that nobody recognized him. Nobody knew about his and Flair's burgeoning alliance and they wanted to keep it that way until the time was right. Although the unlikely duo had little in common, both men had one bond between them: To take down Eric Bischoff and the nWo.
Shane opted to take the stairs to his hotel room. He'd always considered himself in shape, but he had been taking it more seriously following his Dad and sister's deaths as an outlet for letting out his anger and grief. As a result his body was leaner and a little bit more cut than before. He also let his hair go gray around the temples. He'd never look like a Goldberg or a Randy Orton, but he doubted that anybody would recognize him at first sight. Still, he didn't want to take any chances.
He entered the floor where his own hotel room was located. As he rounded a corner, he slammed into somebody's large back.
"Shit! Watch where your fucking going, will you!" Kevin Nash's irate voice bellowed through the air.
'Great,' Shane thought. He'd run smack - dab into the nWo contingent that was coming back from NITRO. 'So much for not being noticed.'
"Why can't you business types be more aware of people around you?" Nash spoke up again, less livid but still annoyed.
Shane had to fight not to snicker in the bigger man's face. Well, he hadn't planned to test the look he'd had now, but it seemed to have worked. The self - imposed exile, leaner body and business suit all combined to insure that none of the nWo had recognized him at first sight. He kept his face turned away from Nash and his followers to keep them from getting a closer look at him.
"Come on, let's move it!" Nash ordered pushing down a rodeo clown. According to Flair, the nWo seemed to always have one for their own perverse amusement these days. Something to use in various ways, mostly as a punching back. The clown tripped and fell with a grunt before being hauled back to his feet again by Nash.
Shane McMahon jerked his head at the clown's grunt. 'That voice, Shane thought, But it's not possible!' Memories of fire and screams and not being able to help the people he cared about filled Shane's mind as he tried to process the impossible.
He stood up and stared at the retreating backs of the nWo. They didn't bother glancing back at Shane, figuring he wasn't worth it. The stares Shane took at the nWo, and more importantly their clown was worthwhile to Shane.
The clown was stooping, and stumbled along at Nash's harsh urging and degrading commands. His features were, naturally obscured by clown make - up and hair, but Shane caught sight of the clown's eyes and it made Shane almost believe the impossible were indeed possible.
"Dad," Shane whispered into the now empty hallway.
Okay feel free to shoot my muse now. More to come soon, thanks for reading!