Notes; This takes place 18 months after the previous chapter. Try not to get too confused.
Shane unlocked the door and held it open for Marissa. Then he pulled the suitcase he had been rolling, into the foyer. They had just returned from another trip to Japan. In the past few months, Shane had become interested in Mixed Martial Arts. It was a lot different then wrestling. He didn't have any interest in competing in it, but he did have an interest in investing in it. He was quite certain it would become popular in the United States. UFC certainly was popular.
Shane went over to the answering machine and hit play. There was a message from Rodney seeing if he and Marissa wanted to go to a Knicks game. There were a few telemarketer calls. The last message really caught his attention.
"Shane it's your father," Vince said. "Your mother informed me that you were on another trip to Japan. I have a business proposition you may be interested in. I know you'll be back on the 6th. If you could meet me at Titan the 7th, I'd appreciate it."
"I wonder what he wants," Marissa said coming back into the room after putting the suitcases in the bedroom.
"Probably wants me to do some angle." He took his PDA out of his carry on and flipped to December 7th. He had no plans for that day.
"If he asks you to come back, will you?"
"No," Shane answered. "But I am going to find out what he wants." After a self imposed exile, Vince should know he didn't want to come back.
Shane arrived at Titan Tower a little after 10:00 AM. He was still feeling jet lagged. He took the elevator to Vince's office. As he exited the elevator, he noticed a few people staring at him. He ignored them and continued down the hall to Vince's office.
He was greeted by Morgan Mills. "Hello Mr. McMahon. Go right in."
Shane entered the office and noticed Vince was on the phone.
"AJ I'm prepared to offer you a lot of money to come over to the WWF. Certainly a lot more money then what Carter and Jarrett are paying you. I'm interested in signing you, Samoa Joe, and Christopher Daniels. Think about it and call me." Vince said before hanging up. "Hello Shane," he greeted, "how was Japan?"
"It was great," Shane answered as he sat down in one of the chairs in front of Vince's desk. "Trying to sign up TNA wrestlers?"
"Yes. I have read the scouting reports for those three. They would be a great addition to the roster especially Daniels and Joe."
"Yeah," Shane agreed. "So what did you want to see me about?"
"This company really flourished ten years ago when we were competing with WCW and even ECW to an extent. Our ratings and buy rates have been decreasing in the past year and I think it's time to shake things up. TNA will never be real competition, so I have decided to restart WCW and I want you to run it."
"Me?" Shane asked in surprise. He figured Vince would ask Hunter or Stephanie.
"Yes Shane. I know you were unhappy with WWF, but I believe you will do well running your own company. I will not interfere with how you run it, but I will still own it."
Shane sat back and didn't say anything right away. He never really pictured himself running a wrestling company.
"I even have a time slot for the show. You will be on UPN Monday's at midnight eastern time. I apologize but that was the best I could get. Some cable companies were afraid to put a wrestling show on the same night as RAW. I have spoken to some wrestlers to see if they would be interested." He said holding up a piece of paper that had several names on it.
"I need to discuss this with Marissa. I'm still a bit shocked."
"Take all the time you need. I have not told UPN when we will start the show. I think at the beginning of the year would be the best time to start."
"Like I said, I really need to discuss this with Marissa first." He got up to leave. "I'll call you with my decision."
Shane left the office lost in thought. He had no idea what he was going to do. He never expected this to be the business proposition Vince wanted to talk to him about. Did he really want to run a wrestling company? He wasn't sure.
He was done with wrestling, wasn't he?
