Pondering to himself in his lonely office, Vince rubbed his chin in despair, in hope that some form of inspiration would come to him. 'What to do about the fire vandals?' he mused to himself. He knew that he needed to face the situation head on yet it was impossible to even have a thirty minute meeting without even one argument erupting!
Phoning his executive assistant Coachman, McMahon realised there would only be one way in which to tackle the situation.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" the Coach quizzed, the two of them standing outside room number four. After much deliberation, the oldest McMahon had somehow managed to convince his protégé to embark on this mission with him. Even if all his job would entail was taking the odd note and pressing 'record' on the voice machine.
"Of course it is, dammit!" Vince told, banging forcefully on the door before him; nobody was about to distract him from fulfilling his duties. Just like nobody was to doubt his judgement.
After a few moments of waiting, the door creaked open, a hand beckoning them to come in.
Imploring them to take a seat, Sara Calaway placed her and her husbands youngest daughter Gracie into her bed, informing her spouse of their guests. He was presumably sat in the next section of the room, out of the glare of others.
"He will be here in a second." she spoke, taking a seat on the edge of her and her husbands bed as Vince and Jonathan occupied the two armchairs available.
"What about Kane?" the chairman questioned, not wanting to make half a visit.
"Oh, he'll be back in a minute." Sara replied in a very vague fashion.
Surely enough - remarkably at the same time - the Brother's of Destruction both sauntered into the room, each a little annoyed to see their boss sat there with every bodies least favourite Intern GM.
"Vince." the Deadman mumbled, taking a seat next to his wife. "What are you doing here?"
"We are here on business." Coachman interrupted, Vince's stare informing him to be quiet.
"We are simply here to try and shed some light on last night's situation."
"Which one, the fire alarm going off or that big goon Khali wrecking the bathroom for the second time in twelve hours?" the Big Red Machine grunted.
Vince smirked at his employees cynical choice of words. "Just the fire alarm...for now."
"Where were you at midnight?" the Coach questioned, pressing record on the tape player, thrusting it under the Undertaker's nose.
"Get that piece of shit away from me!" he demanded, jolting the Coach's hand away.
"I-I'm sorry, T-Taker, we just need to un-understand who did it." Jonathan stammered, not wanting to get on the wrong side of the Phenom.
"Where the hell do you think we were?" Sara interjected "We were in bed and listening out for Chasey and Gracie in case they wanted anything in the night."
"Can you vouch for that, Kane?" Vince questioned, seeing hate in Sara's eyes; He wanted nothing more than to get out of room number four, his manhood still intact.
"Of course." Kane glanced up, his frame still stood firmly near the door. He couldn't wait until the douche bags left the room.
"We-well, uh, thank you." Coachman responded, hastily standing to his feet. "We'll see ourselves out."
"Thank God." the Phenom remarked, waiting until both members of 'authority' left his presence.
"Well, that was helpful!" Coachman rolled his eyes, putting the tape recorder in his pocket. "Let's face it, no one's gonna be brutally honest. Just like no one's gonna dob their mate or brother in." he spoke truthfully, removing his sunglasses.
"What do you suggest I do, get a lie detector and strap them all up to that?" Vince asked, irritability clouding his voice.
Jonathan knew from now on he needed to be tactful. "Well, at least we would be certain we would know who - if anybody - was telling the truth or not." he replied, hugging his bosses shoulders.
"First off all, get your hands off me." Vince demanded, wiping any 'dirt' from his jacket. "Secondly, I can't afford to buy meaningless crap!" he yelled, the Coach realising he'd said exactly the wrong thing.
Before either man could say anymore, two men bound to aggravate the situation came fumbling down the corridor.
Complete with snorkels and flip flops, the DX duo trundled down the hall ways, with nothing obviously better to do.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Vince shouted, their mere presence exasperating to him.
"These things?" Shawn questioned rhetorically, both men removing the mouth pieces.
"Just in case there's another disaster in room five." the King of King's informed, the Chairman offering a pitiful look to his only Son-In-Law.
"Well, have a day!" the Heartbreak Kid chirpily smirked, the D Generation X gang making their ways back to room number one.
"Now, where do you suggest we go?" Mr. McMahon evoked thought, turning to face his intern.
"Ummm, how about room two?" Coachman shrugged, not overly involved with Vince's insane ideas.
"Good idea! Come on, let's go." the Boss praised, most uncharacteristically, the two men bounding down the hall way.
Once arriving at room two, Coachman knocked after getting the nod from the Boss. After a few moments of nothingness, Miss. Wilson opened the door a tad.
"Mr. McMahon, what are you doing here?" she questioned, most shocked to see the two men at the door. "I haven't done anything wrong...have I?"
Her sweet tone made even the heartless Vince smile. "That depends," he began, himself and his intern stepping inside. "Did you set the fire alarm off last night?"
"No of course not!" she exclaimed, disgusted that anyone would think that of her.
"I thought not." Coachman smiled, noting the blondes soft expressions.
Making their way further into the room, the duo inspected the four men present in the room; all of them troublemakers, at least in their minds.
"Morning, gentlemen." Vince greeted in a very civilised fashion, much to the surprise of the three wrestlers, Cena and Torrie. "I'm wondering if you could help me with a little problem I've been having?"
"Sorry, we don't do extensions here." Cena chirped, taking a peek at Vince's manhood.
Mr. McMahon scowled. He didn't appreciate the comment very much. "No - John - and unless you want to be stripped of that championship belt I suggest you apologise!"
"Sorry." the WWE title holder's lips widen, as did his eyes, Edge turning to titter at his misfortunes.
"I wondered if any of you knew anything about what happened last night. After all, it was along this corridor in which the fire alarm was broken." the Chairman explained, taking a seat at one of the armchairs, Coachman copying his actions.
Carlito exchanged a worried look with the Diva.
"Ummm, actually, Mr. McMahon, just before midnight there were some strange mumblings coming from outside." the King of Cool confessed, spiking up his afro a little.
"I thought that sound was coming from the double bed in this room!" John chuckled, flicking through a men's magazine, Randy and the Rated R Superstar growling at him simultaneously.
"Can you be anymore specific?" Coachman asked, getting the tape recorder ready, as everyone else in the room ignored the last comment from Raw's Champion.
"No, that's all we really heard, just muffles." Torrie shrugged.
"What were the two of you doing up?" Vince intruded.
"Well...I'd just been to the loo a couple of minutes before hand. There was no one out there then, not what I saw anyway. When I got back in here, Carlito wanted to make sure I was ok, that's all." the former Playboy cover model explained.
"You three didn't hear or see anything then?" Vince directed his comment to the other members of the room.
"No, Sir, we were fast asleep." the Legend Killer replied, very matter of factly.
"Yeah, I noticed this morning how close you and Edge were snuggled up together." John continued to wisecrack, much to the distaste of the former Tag Team Champions.
"Were not!" the youngest Orton yelled in response.
"Were too!"
"Were not!"
"Were too!"
"Were not!"
"Were too!"
As the petty argument persisted, the others present trying urgently to stop it, Vince was no closer to finding out the fire alarm vandals.
But would he be any closer when a vital piece of information is put in his direction?
Check back for more, soon!
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