TITLE:
Unexpected Twists of Fate Chapter Three/?
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 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 Three/?
A Kidnapping
Eric Bischoff sat in his office doing paperwork. It was not one of his favorite things to do, but as owner and President of WCW, it was a necessary evil. He always seemed to have some sort of paperwork to do during the shows and that night's Thunder was no exception. At the moment he was in the process of finalizing the contract of the nWo's newest hired gun, John Cena.
"Yo, Boss," Kevin Nash's voice rang out loudly in the office, "the clown's ready to go."
"Good. I plan to have lots of fun with him tonight. I even bought him a new clown head," Eric said holding up a new clown wig and mask. "Whatcha think?"
Nash gave a bellowing chuckle. "Looks good boss. People really won't have a fucking clue when he's in that!"
Eric brandished a sadistic grin.
"That's the idea," Eric crowed.
The evil chuckles of both men were broken by a knock on the door. A timid production assistant cautiously walked in.
"E – excuse me, Mr. Bischoff?"
"Yes, what is it?!" Eric snapped out, annoyed that his previous good mood could be ruined by some meek gopher.
"Somebody left this note for you," he said, handing Bischoff a folded sheet of paper tentatively, almost as an offering to an angry god. With that, Eric snatched the paper out of the aide's hand, giving the younger man a look that plainly said he had better things to do. Eric made a note to fire the hapless stagehand later as he opened the note.
And nearly dropped it when he read the note's contents. It was not so much the words as much as the meaning behind them and the handwriting of the note's author. He certainly received enough legal documents back from the man rejecting an and all bids to by the World Wrestling Federation's assets outright to know Shane McMahon's handwriting and what the meaning was behind his two word note:
I'm Back!!
Bischoff whirled on the anxious assistant.
"Who gave you this note?" Eric ground out, the dark flame in his eyes enough to make the aide even more scared witless than when he first came in.
"Uh – I – I don't know," the aide stammered out, "tall guy, kinda stocky."
"Did he look anything like this?" Bischoff asked shoving a picture of Shane McMahon he grabbed off his desk toward the poor production assistant.
"Uh, yeah," the P.A. said, "he had a little gray around the temples, but – "
Eric snatched the picture out of the guy's hands.
"Get out!" Bischoff hissed. The P. A did not have to be told twice, passing Shawn Michaels on the way out. Shawn immediately noticed the tense expression on his current boss' face.
"What's up?" Shawn asked.
Eric ignored Michaels, looking directly at Nash.
"The clown can wait. Get the guys. Everybody in that ring. Now. Evidently we haven't completely gotten rid of our McMahon problems.
The three men filed out of the office, not saying anything. Eric was so focused on finding a way to make sure Shane McMahon was out of the picture again, that he did not notice one of his men pressing a button on his cell phone.
Nearly ten minutes later, almost every nWo member was standing in the middle of the Thunder ring. The crowd seemed to sends something was up. That this was going to be something other than the usually crowing about the beating up the participants in the Styles/Daniels Cruiserweight match that had been going on when the nWo entered the ring. The sour look on Bischoff's face only served to further the crowd's suspicion. The crowd attending could only hope that whatever was going on meant ill will for the monstrous group that night.
Eric Bischoff was in the center of the ring as usual. He gripped the microphone so hard that the knuckles on his fake tanned hand were white. Some in the audience could have sworn they saw smoke coming out of his ears.
Apparently," Eric started only to have a rainfall of boos drown out what he planned to say. The crowd's jeers served only to inflame the sour mood Eric was feeling. He glared at the masses assembled as he waited for them to quiet down.
"Apparently," Eric started again when the crowd finally died down. "We are not free of the McMahon problem as I thought."
That brought cheers from the crowd. They seemingly knew of only one living McMahon capable of making the leader of the nWo this angry. Eric's next words confirmed it.
"Shane McMahon, if your really here as your little note said you were, then show your punk ass face!"
Minutes ticked by with no appearance from the McMahon heir. Eric decided to egg the eldest child of Vince McMahon on.
"Come on, Shane, show yourself. Unless you're a coward like your old man was."
"My father wasn't a coward," a voice rang out, "and neither am I." Shane McMahon finished speaking and appeared seemingly out of nowhere in the crowd.
"Well, then, if you're not scared then, boy, why don't you come down here and prove it!" Kevin Nash challenged.
Shane smirked. "Considering you couldn't recognize me from a 'damn business type' in a hotel hallway, I'm not sure if you'd be able to find me in a ring. Not for nothing Eric, but I do remember clearly when you originally challenged my father. What nobody knows is that my father tried to show up to accept your challenge, but you had Turner's security bar him from even entering the building."
Shane enjoyed the look of horror and realization in the big man's eyes. Eric had rage in his dark eyes.
"Well, if you don't want to come down here, then why don't you just tell me why you're here?" Eric bit out.
"I came to take back what is mine and my family's," Shane said all traces of humor gone. "Starting with the resurrection of the World Wrestling Federation."
The crowd went absolutely wild at the announcement many had long wanted to hear. Eric Bischoff wore a look of disgust at the crowd's reaction.
"I own this sport now, Boy Wonder." Eric spat in a low vicious voice, "what makes you think your Mickey Mouse attempt at trying to bring back a dead company is going to change that?"
Shane looked at his adversaries with daggers in his eyes.
"Because I'm a McMahon," he said, his own tone quiet and deadly, "and we don't try. We do; and that, is a guarantee.
By the time Shane was finished, Eric was literally shaking in anger. Kevin Nash looked very much like he wanted to charge into the crowd after the McMahon heir.
Shane turned as if to escape into the crowd, having finished what he had planned to say. Then, he back towards the ring, as if he had suddenly thought of something else. "One more thing…
"I've been watching the shows the last few weeks. Just trying to catch up on some of what I've missed since I've been gone and I've been taking note of some of your 'entertainment.' One pieces interested me in particular: A certain clown of yours. So I decided to recruit some guys to help me 'procure' it. Let's take a look."
On Thunder's big screen, the crowd and the nWo watched as the picture switched to a long, black limousine. As everyone watched, they suddenly saw David Flair and Perry Saturn carrying an unconscious body between them. A zooming of the camera angles showed it was the nWo's favorite rodeo clown. The video showed the two men placing the clown in the trunk and Stacy Keibler's hand quickly shutting the lid. Then the three Horsemen members quickly got in the vehicle and it sped off.
Kevin Nash quickly climbed out of the ring, intending to charge after Shane. He was blindsided by Batista. The big man and Dean Malenko along with several other wrestlers that Shane and Ric had recruited for this ambush suddenly coming out of the crowd and attacking the nWo. The crowd egged it on as pretty soon every member of the group was fighting an opponent outside the ringside area.
Leaving Eric Bischoff completely alone in it.
So focused on his own anger and the fights around him, he never saw Shane McMahon slide into the ring behind him. Moving quickly, Shane executed a drop-kick that caused Eric to stumble. Right into Ric Flair's fist. Ric quickly dragged a nearly unconscious Eric to one of the corners of the ring, grabbing a dented trash can and putting it across his nemesis' chest. Shane swiftly climbed the ring post opposite Eric.
The Boy Wonder flew through the air, wind at his back and forcibly planted his feet into the trash can in front of Bischoff.
Both objectives of their mission completed, the two partners in crime left the ring and escaped through the crowd. They headed back to the hotel they were staying at.
Back to where Shane McMahon simultaneously hoped and dreaded the man he thought was his father was.