Stu rubbed his eyes, it had been a long day as they had gone over every single thing he could possibly remember and he was starting to get tired. "Any chance I could get something to drink if we're going to be here all night?" He asked, doing his best to be as calm as he could and refrain from letting the irritability creep into his tone. "Coffee if you have it would be great."

The senior detective turned and nodded towards his younger partner, so far it seemed as if the Englishman had calmed down for the moment. If they all kept it civil this would hopefully go as smooth as it possibly could. "So when did you actually find out about McMahon's harassment?"

The wrestler stifled a yawn behind his hand and stretched a little as he tried to contain his restlessness. He just wanted to leave, he had far more important places to be right now. "The night of Wrestlemania, just after the show." he replied, "She ended up embarrassing him in front of a fair few people to." The younger detective returned, placing a Styrofoam cup in front of the Englishman and another next to his partner before putting a bunch of sugar sachets in between them and retaking his spot in the room. After putting in enough sugar so it was to his liking he tasted it. It wasn't great coffee but it wasn't the worst either.

"Were you there when it happened?"

"No." Stu replied with a shake of his head, "But word travels pretty fast along the backstage grapevine, so you could bet a year's worth of pay cheques that just about everyone working that night knew about it in about half an hour."

"So what happened that day?"

"Well, it all started going into motion when Phil arrived at the arena after a signing that had been scheduled earlier that morning..."


The week before Wrestlemania had passed like a whirlwind, Smackdown bringing everything to an almost fever pitch. It had been years since there had been such energy rippling through the crowd, the World Heavyweight championship -which was to be the main event for the night- was to be decided in a very rare 'Thunderdome' match, which takes place in a ring surrounded by a 30 foot cage. The cage has no roof but curves inwards at the top to prevent escape and the area near the top of the cage is also electrified. The only way to win is when one competitor's "Terminator", usually a manager who stands outside of the ring, throws in the towel. Mick Foley had agreed to be Punk's Terminator and Bob Orton had taken on the role for his son, Randy. Imogen shook her head, Phil must have really dug deep through the years to find that one in the WWE's massive archives since absorbing WCW and ECW years a go. The first one had been at WCW's Halloween Havoc in 1989 between the team of Ric Flair and Sting against Terry Funk and the Great Muta.

As if on cue the man in question rounded the corner with ear phones firmly in place and bag slung casually over one shoulder. He looked up and grinned when he noticed her milling about, flicking through a comic she had picked up earlier this morning. While nowhere near as big of a comic fan as he was, she had slowly been reading more and more while being on the road; they were easy to get and a few were usually just enough to kill down time issues before the show started. The X-Men and Deadpool had been her books of choice closely followed by Batman and the Avengers, she was already toying with the idea of getting a small tattoo of either Gambit or Wolverine. The smirk on his face became mischievous when it became apparent Imogen hadn't noticed his arrival. Carefully placing his bag on the floor as to not make any noise Phil crept up behind his unknowing friend, then went in for a playful bear hug with intentions to lift the Tampa girl off her feet.

What he wasn't expecting was the knee jerk reaction of an elbow to the gut.

Punkster? Shit, I'm so sorry!" Imogen exclaimed when she spun around, the agitation on her features turning to surprise to see one of her besties bent over and groaning. "I thought you were... never mind. Are you ok?"

"Sure, I'm just doubled over for the hell of it." He grumbled somewhat sarcastically, "What the hell, Cal? Who the hell did you think I was, Ted Bundy?" Straightening up the surreptitious glance from her didn't go unnoticed, causing him to cock an inquisitive brow. He had heard enough from Stu while they were on Smackdown to know that this was not becoming of the same woman he had known for ten years, and decided he was going to drag it out of her whether she liked it or not. "Out with it, what's going on? Don't try and feed me that 'nothing' bullshit either, we've known each other way to long for that."

It was the thing she both loved and hated about Phil Brooks, he was almost always blunt and to the point. Legs spread shoulder width apart and heavily tattooed arms crossing his chest with that expectant look in his dark brown eyes she knew she wasn't going anywhere. With a heavy sigh Imogen picked up the comic she had dropped then sat on a nearby storage trunk. To be honest she was getting tired of the whole thing, having decided that the next pass that Shane would make it would be the last and he would be introduced to a classic Campbell tirade full force. No matter who was about. What was the worst he could do, fire her? "It's McMahon Junior." Imogen answered, "Almost since the minute I walked through the door on Raw the slimy bastard has been trying to get me to fuck him."

Punk was pissed as Imogen went through everything from the stares to cornering her in not only his office but anywhere else he could get away with; though he had managed to keep his hands to himself after she popped him the first time. Then there was the whole inner confliction over what she should do, Shane hadn't been making things easy by treating Stu the way he had in the ring lately. When she finished he didn't say anything for a moment as he looked at her, there definitely seemed to be something missing, almost like that spark she possessed had dwindled dramatically. His hand came to rest on her shoulder then slowly pulled her in for a hug and she responded in kind, feeling him rest his chin on the top of her head. "So what happens now?"

Imogen pulled away to look up at him, "If he tries it again I'm going to explode on his ass and rip him a new one. I'm so sick and tired of this crap, quite frankly I could care less if he fired me at this point." A small smirk crept across her face. "Could anyone spell three month surfing vacation as I whittle away the 'no compete' clause? I'm sure the severance pay would be quite nice if he does."

He chuckled, despite the stress the woman he knew was still lurking in there; if all else failed, screw it all and go surfing. "I have to be there and watch you drop him. Just one thing." Her gaze was curious as he paused, "Tell Bennett. It's driving the man nuts, which in turn is sending the rest of us up the wall."

At his long suffering expression she laughed, "Alright, Phil. Just for you." Leaning in Imogen gave him a light peck on the cheek. "Kick ass in your match tonight, I know it's going to be one for the ages." The two went their separate ways for the time being, Phil to get changed and Imogen to find Nattie.

Down the hall and out of sight a figure smirked to themselves as the tender moment between two friends had been captured on their iphone and with a little prodding could be taken completely out of context. Sliding the cell away they turned and slunk off, all sorts of devious and underhanded ideas coming to mind with the small sliver of ammo they now possessed.


The show had started and everything was in full swing. Lillian opened the show by singing the national anthem and Vince McMahon had made an appearance, welcoming everyone to the show. Cody and Ted were first up against Air Boom, successfully retaining their titles from the pair of high flyers, then proceeded to make a statement by the way of a post match beat down. The United States championship was next, Tyson Kidd unable to overcome the unorthodox offence of Santino for the strap. After some Wrestlemania moments it was time for the Divas championship bout.

Natalya came to the ring first to the boos and jeers of the crowd, eyes set and determined as she climbed through the ropes, pacing back and forth as she waited for her opponent. A moment later Kelly Kelly made her appearance with her friend Eve at her side. The pair posed at the top of the ramp before coming down to the ring, the cheers of thousands of fans sounding though out the arena. Nattie had to keep the amused smile from her face as an ironic thought skipped across her mind; she wondered how many of these people would actually be cheering if they knew just how self serving their favourite little Divas were. The Queen of Hart's eyes quickly scanned the crowd, Callisto was out there somewhere, waiting for the perfect opportunity to jump the barricade and cost K2 the title.

Kelly handed the belt over to Jack Doan, who raised it above his head to show the masses before passing it to someone n the outside. A moment later the bell sounded and the match was under way. The two blonds circled each other, a game of cat and mouse for someone to make the opening move. K2 went in for the first shot only to have Nattie dodge it and answer with a forearm smash, following it up with two more before whipping the champion into the ropes and connecting with a clothesline. Natalya then stomped her opponent, all the while talking trash and promising Kelly she would make her cry. The action went back and forth for a few more minutes with Nat dominating for the majority. After a while the Canadian dragged the champion to her feet and threw her into the nearest turn buckle then taunted the crowd. As she began to ascend the ropes the women jockeyed for position and Kelly managed to push her off but the challenger managed to stay on her feet.

Thinking fast Kelly launched herself at the challenger, catching her in a position for her trademark tilt-a-whirl head scissors which left Nat thoroughly dizzy and disorientated. Stumbling back into the corner the champion measured her up before nailing Natalya with a Kelly Killer. Dropping to the mat the Canadian rolled out of the ring to buy herself some time and regroup. Not wanting to let up on her opening of offence K2 followed her out only to find herself making friends with the nearest ring post. Eve started to come around the corner but stopped when the ref warned her off. A cruel smirk appeared on Neidhart's face and whipped Kelly into the steel stairs before goading Eve to try and do something about it before throwing her back in the ring to break Doan's count out.

Eve had seen enough as Natalya got increasingly aggressive with the champion, eventually jumping on to the apron to protest as Kelly barely made the 3 count while Nat had a handful of her tights. It was the opening Callisto had been waiting for as she vaulted over the barricade and scrambled up the turn buckle just as the champion was slammed into the mat with authority with one of the Canadian's signature suplexes. Launching into the air Kelly was victim to a perfectly executed Spiral Splash. Rolling out of the ring as quickly as she had gotten in Callisto crouched by the side of the apron, Jack Doan completely unaware of the play of interference. Seizing the opportunity Natalya immediately went for the pin. Three seconds later there was a new Divas champion.

Belt raised high above her head Nattie stood over the former champion and gloated, her accomplice rejoining her in the ring and the two heels embraced in camaraderie. An look of evil intentions passed between the two and Callisto dragged Kelly off the floor, casting her in the new champion's direction before spotting Torres coming in to defend her fallen friend. Caught between the ropes there was nothing she could do to avoid the running drop kick from the devious femme fatale, Callisto knocking her out of the ring and onto the floor. With Natalya directing traffic Callisto ascended the turn buckle once again as a wobbly Kelly somehow stayed on her feet as the other woman took to the air once again for what started out as what looked like a 450 splash and ended up in a drop kick, sending K2 across the canvas. With a fist full of blond locks she leaned closer with a malicious smirk, "See you later tonight, the I Quit match should be fun."

As the usual parade of officials finally hit the ring the two women left, Callisto raising Natalya's arm in victory as they back-tracked up the ramp. So many 'mania moments had already happened and the night was far from over...


Butterflies fluttered frantically in her stomach as the cab pulled up at the police station where they had taken Stu. Paying the cabbie she stepped out and looked up at the imposing building. For the millionth time she questioned herself for coming, the answer ringing in her ears as blunt and direct now as they were the day she heard them. Taking a deep breath she steeled herself and took that first step that seemed to far; she had to do this, she was going to do it, not merely for herself but because it was the right thing to do.

Walking across to the reception desk she cleared her throat nervously, catching the attention of the on duty Sargent. At first he was a little surprised when he recognised her but recovered quickly. "Can I help you?"

"Yes." She replied as she fidgeted, twisting one of the rings that was on her right hand. "I'm here to talk to the detectives that bought in a work colleague of mine earlier today, Stu Bennett."

"What about?"

"I'm not really sure." She answered truthfully, her voice sounding uncertain. "Just that there are things about Shane McMahon that they should probably know."

The Sargent leaned back in his chair and wondered what to do for a moment before picking up the phone and pushing a few numbers. A few words were spoken when he got through to the desired department then hung up. Pointing towards the seats around he politely asked her to wait while one of the detectives made their way downstairs.

A few minutes later woman appeared; skin the colour of rich coffee and dressed in burgundy red pants and jacket with a fitted mauve shirt underneath. Her hair was tied back from her face in a bun, leaving her strong beautiful face clear of anything that might obstruct her sharp dark eyes. "I'm detective Lewis." She said as a form of introduction, "I've been told you wish to make a statement over the events involving Shane McMahon and Stu Bennett?" The younger woman opposite her nodded. "Come this way, Miss...?"

"Blank." She replied, "Barbie Blank."


Curve ball! I bet none of you saw that coming, muahahahaha...

I'm hoping to keep this thing at about the twenty chapter long mark or there about, so drama will be picking up soon. If any of you are curious about the actual WCW Thunderdome match it is up on youtube and is a very entertaining one to watch, even twenty three years later. I highly recommend it for anyone interested in some classic old school showmanship! Also the Spiral Splash is a little deviation of AJ Styles Spiral Tap. Instead of ending it in a leg drop I made it a splash instead.

Until next time,

Peace!