Kara's Story
By Marissa Torres
Disclaimer: - The usual characters belong to Titan Sports. I am just borrowing them and I'll have them home before midnight. The story, Kara and Josh are creations of my warped imagination.
"Kara, is that you?" he asked the lone figure that stood in his hallway. When he received no answer he approached the individual. "Kara?"
"Sorry, honey." A feminine voice replied turning to look at him, revealing a metallic barrel.
"'Ris, I..." he began
"Sorry, Mac but you hurt me, and I'm gonna hurt you." she eased back the trigger and with a bang a bullet was ejected and hurled through the air. Time appeared to slow from its release; he watched it glimmer in the warm summer light. He moved side wards to avoid the projectile, but he was too late, it plunged into his chest. He plummeted to the ground hitting the marble floor sending an echo throughout the house that seemed louder than the shot itself. He looked up blankly, noticing the tears that were glistening on her cheeks. She ran from the house as he lost consciousness, his world plunged into darkness.
Two Years Previous
"Kara, this is great. I love the way that you're teaming me up with Duane." Shane McMahon praised.
"I'm glad you like it." I smiled at the compliment
"What do you think will happen in the future?" he enquired
"Well, I'd like you to be the one who retires Mick, allowing Rocky to pin Hunter for the belt."
"But this'll make me a face." he pouted
"Yeah, but just before WrestleMania Steph screws him outta the title, causing a Mac family row. Your argument will cause Rock to dump you, bringing you're Pops back to side with Rocky. So WM's main event will be Rock with Vince and Triple H with Stephanie."
"But what about me?"
"Sheesh, Shane. You will side with Show, so it becomes a triple threat match. Your Mom, not wanting to be left out will return wanting in. She brings back Mick. So it's a fatal four way. Anyway Hunter will win but you still are mad at your Dad."
"Girl, you think way ahead." A voice came from behind.
"Hey, Duane." I greeted the tall young man. "Jabroni, how come whenever I'm discussing a storyline involving you, you always hear me."
"Sorry Kara, but I like knowing what's gonna happen. So I'm gonna be champ soon?"
"Yeah Dumbass, that's what she said." Shane replied with a grin
"So what is this insult the great-one day, McMahon?" he said in character looking at us nodding rapidly at him. "Figures, besides I'm no dumbass, Dumbass."
"She started it." He responded pointing an accusing finger at her.
"So, she's a lady. A very, very clever lady. Remember that Shane O'Mac." I giggled at the sweet comment that the superstar had made at their boss's son. I followed by sticking my tongue out at him.
"You forgot gorgeous too. Except when she does that." he smiled back at the other man. To say who he was there was always a calm, relaxed atmosphere around Shane. He never expected too much, and treated everyone as a unique human being. Outside of the ring he wasn't an asshole, except on those few and rare occasions when he was under extreme stress. I ran a hand through my hair flicking it as I reached the ends, before turning on my heel and walking off knowing that Shane and Rock approved of my creation. Now it was time to pitch it to Vince, I had the bones of a script for him. If he accepted the idea and let me run it I'd have tons to do in the four months before it would begin. I straightened my jacket and took my briefcase to Vince's office. His secretary buzzed him and I was told to inform everyone that would be involved that Vince wanted a meeting in 2 hour's regarding the possible storyline.
I had emailed everyone and was glad to see that everyone would turn up. Usually the superstars weren't in Stamford, but luckily tonight's show was in Hartford so they were all around and relatively easy to locate. I added the finishing touches to the scripts and had several copies of the booklet I'd painstakingly produced for Vince, run off for everyone. I walked into the meeting room and sat at a side chair. As the first to arrive I was able to compose myself and think of my persuasive arguments. Vince was the last to arrive (an owner's privilege); he wasn't in a good mood.
"So, Kara?" he asked me.
"Well, I thought that it was time that the McMahons came back. Shane and Stephanie have been in for a while now but haven't had a major story. Vince I heard that you wanted to come back and Linda you told me that you wouldn't mind doing a few shows. So, I came up with a plot." I paused to hand out the booklets and to allow everyone to have a quick look. "The plot starts with Shane and Stephanie arguing. Making unfair matches against each other's chosen. It leads to WrestleMania's Main event." I looked at Vince's face and saw that he didn't look as mad as before.
"How do you see it dying?" he asked me.
"Well, I think that Shane and yourself shouldn't make up until the Raw after. When the family is ...peaceful that's when. So I see it as around April 3rd." I could see Vince thinking it over.
"When would it start?"
"At No Way Out in February." I replied positively.
"Tell us how you see it," he stated.
"At No Way Out, Paul is fighting Mick for career/championship hell in a cell match. Both are outta the cell and Shane runs out after Paul has been pushed off, scales the cell before pushing Mick off. Duane appears and drags Mick back inside somehow, pins him gets the belt and retires Mick. The Story continues with more impossible matches for Duane. In one of these matches Stephanie ever standing by her husband screws Rock out of the title. Shane gets mad and dumps him, choosing Show as 'more championship material'. After more bickering Vince you return and decide that you'll side with Duane and so the match at WrestleMania becomes a three-way elimination match. Linda you didn't like the way Mick left so you bring him back for the match. So it's a fatal four-way elimination match. At WrestleMania it gets down to Rock Vs. Triple H, Shane come out of the crowd and beats you up forcing you to be help backstage. Shane stays out of the action and Vince you come back ringside smack Shane out of it. Beat on Duane then Stephanie is pleased and shocked at what you've done. Duane doesn't like the nice family picture of Vince and Stephanie, so attack you. Next night Shane dumps Show to after the title himself. Stephanie you persuade Shane that as a family you can retain the title. He agrees, the end." I sat silently having finished my sell. I watched everyone watch Vince.
"I like it." he finally said. For the following 2 hours we went over the bones of scripts puling them apart reordering them and fixing them back up. Everyone in the room contributed until we were all in agreement. By the end we were all satisfied and it was my task to go away and to pad it out with details. After the meeting I stayed in the meeting room, to collect my thoughts. I thought that everyone had left so I pulled out the hair sticks that I'd placed in to make myself look presentable to Vince. Shaking my hair loose I sighed and walked over to look out of the huge window.
"Nice view isn't it?" Shane said behind me.
"Yeah, inspiration tends to hit me when I'm either here or nursing a cup of coffee." I agreed
"Well, I don't know why you need inspiration that was a great pitch but the idea was better."
"I have to write the thing, I already asked Josh for someone to help and he refused. I'm on my own, on this one." I replied turning to face him.
"Look, how about we go for a coffee."
"Shane McMahon either you're trying to help or you desperately need a caffeine fix."
"Both. I gotta craving for Starbucks, you?"
"Sure." I smiled. Before being dragged (well, permitted) to sit drinking coffee at 3pm.
"Is Josh always a jackass?" he asked me wrapping his hands around the latte in front of him.
"Only with me." Shane scowled "he thinks that my idea's are out there. He's the head writer, gets the last say." I sipped my mocha.
"Can I ask you something?" I smiled, nodding. "Will you let me help?"
"Why? Josh wants me to fall on my ass."
"Well I don't. There's a spare office next to mine, you can move in and we can do this together. It'll give us an excuse for good coffee and spectacular views. So can I?"
"You're the boss, whatever you want."
"No, it's your project. You get to make the final decision."
"Wow, the boss is asking me for permission. I'd love for you to work with me on this."
"But?"
"But, do you have time?"
"Yes, the guys can look after the web page, besides I want to have a big input on this story." he put on his mischievous grin so I frowned playfully. "I'll behave."
"Good. Something tells me that when you want to you can be worse than a two year old." I replied drinking my coffee. He looked at me expecting something. "What?"
"Nothing" he answered back.
"Shane?"
"Well, when do you wanna begin?" I sighed and watched the boyish man opposite me drink his coffee.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yep, sure honey." I blinked rapidly as I digested his last statement. Honey, my boss called me honey. Coffee!
"I'll have to reduce your caffeine intake, Mac." I told him picking up my bag.
When we returned to Titan I was instructed to pack up my desk and to take it to his office. I went to the writing department, pulled out a box and began collecting the various items from around my desk.
"So, you movin' out. Did Vince hate you're idea and kick your ass out?" Josh said from behind me
"Shit, Josh I never realized how much of an up yourself asshole you are!" I replied turning to face him
"At least I'm not a dumb bitch that can't write to save her ass."
"Oh, right so instead you're a dumb bastard who won't be working with the boss until WM16. Oh, hard luck asshole." I turned away from him and continued to place the items in the box. Each argument I endure makes me do two things. One, find new ideas for onscreen arguments and two makes me more determined to prove them wrong. I logged off the computer and lifting box up I walked out and headed along the corridor to begin working with Shane on the script.
By Marissa Torres
Disclaimer: - The usual characters belong to Titan Sports. I am just borrowing them and I'll have them home before midnight. The story, Kara and Josh are creations of my warped imagination.
"Kara, is that you?" he asked the lone figure that stood in his hallway. When he received no answer he approached the individual. "Kara?"
"Sorry, honey." A feminine voice replied turning to look at him, revealing a metallic barrel.
"'Ris, I..." he began
"Sorry, Mac but you hurt me, and I'm gonna hurt you." she eased back the trigger and with a bang a bullet was ejected and hurled through the air. Time appeared to slow from its release; he watched it glimmer in the warm summer light. He moved side wards to avoid the projectile, but he was too late, it plunged into his chest. He plummeted to the ground hitting the marble floor sending an echo throughout the house that seemed louder than the shot itself. He looked up blankly, noticing the tears that were glistening on her cheeks. She ran from the house as he lost consciousness, his world plunged into darkness.
Two Years Previous
"Kara, this is great. I love the way that you're teaming me up with Duane." Shane McMahon praised.
"I'm glad you like it." I smiled at the compliment
"What do you think will happen in the future?" he enquired
"Well, I'd like you to be the one who retires Mick, allowing Rocky to pin Hunter for the belt."
"But this'll make me a face." he pouted
"Yeah, but just before WrestleMania Steph screws him outta the title, causing a Mac family row. Your argument will cause Rock to dump you, bringing you're Pops back to side with Rocky. So WM's main event will be Rock with Vince and Triple H with Stephanie."
"But what about me?"
"Sheesh, Shane. You will side with Show, so it becomes a triple threat match. Your Mom, not wanting to be left out will return wanting in. She brings back Mick. So it's a fatal four way. Anyway Hunter will win but you still are mad at your Dad."
"Girl, you think way ahead." A voice came from behind.
"Hey, Duane." I greeted the tall young man. "Jabroni, how come whenever I'm discussing a storyline involving you, you always hear me."
"Sorry Kara, but I like knowing what's gonna happen. So I'm gonna be champ soon?"
"Yeah Dumbass, that's what she said." Shane replied with a grin
"So what is this insult the great-one day, McMahon?" he said in character looking at us nodding rapidly at him. "Figures, besides I'm no dumbass, Dumbass."
"She started it." He responded pointing an accusing finger at her.
"So, she's a lady. A very, very clever lady. Remember that Shane O'Mac." I giggled at the sweet comment that the superstar had made at their boss's son. I followed by sticking my tongue out at him.
"You forgot gorgeous too. Except when she does that." he smiled back at the other man. To say who he was there was always a calm, relaxed atmosphere around Shane. He never expected too much, and treated everyone as a unique human being. Outside of the ring he wasn't an asshole, except on those few and rare occasions when he was under extreme stress. I ran a hand through my hair flicking it as I reached the ends, before turning on my heel and walking off knowing that Shane and Rock approved of my creation. Now it was time to pitch it to Vince, I had the bones of a script for him. If he accepted the idea and let me run it I'd have tons to do in the four months before it would begin. I straightened my jacket and took my briefcase to Vince's office. His secretary buzzed him and I was told to inform everyone that would be involved that Vince wanted a meeting in 2 hour's regarding the possible storyline.
I had emailed everyone and was glad to see that everyone would turn up. Usually the superstars weren't in Stamford, but luckily tonight's show was in Hartford so they were all around and relatively easy to locate. I added the finishing touches to the scripts and had several copies of the booklet I'd painstakingly produced for Vince, run off for everyone. I walked into the meeting room and sat at a side chair. As the first to arrive I was able to compose myself and think of my persuasive arguments. Vince was the last to arrive (an owner's privilege); he wasn't in a good mood.
"So, Kara?" he asked me.
"Well, I thought that it was time that the McMahons came back. Shane and Stephanie have been in for a while now but haven't had a major story. Vince I heard that you wanted to come back and Linda you told me that you wouldn't mind doing a few shows. So, I came up with a plot." I paused to hand out the booklets and to allow everyone to have a quick look. "The plot starts with Shane and Stephanie arguing. Making unfair matches against each other's chosen. It leads to WrestleMania's Main event." I looked at Vince's face and saw that he didn't look as mad as before.
"How do you see it dying?" he asked me.
"Well, I think that Shane and yourself shouldn't make up until the Raw after. When the family is ...peaceful that's when. So I see it as around April 3rd." I could see Vince thinking it over.
"When would it start?"
"At No Way Out in February." I replied positively.
"Tell us how you see it," he stated.
"At No Way Out, Paul is fighting Mick for career/championship hell in a cell match. Both are outta the cell and Shane runs out after Paul has been pushed off, scales the cell before pushing Mick off. Duane appears and drags Mick back inside somehow, pins him gets the belt and retires Mick. The Story continues with more impossible matches for Duane. In one of these matches Stephanie ever standing by her husband screws Rock out of the title. Shane gets mad and dumps him, choosing Show as 'more championship material'. After more bickering Vince you return and decide that you'll side with Duane and so the match at WrestleMania becomes a three-way elimination match. Linda you didn't like the way Mick left so you bring him back for the match. So it's a fatal four-way elimination match. At WrestleMania it gets down to Rock Vs. Triple H, Shane come out of the crowd and beats you up forcing you to be help backstage. Shane stays out of the action and Vince you come back ringside smack Shane out of it. Beat on Duane then Stephanie is pleased and shocked at what you've done. Duane doesn't like the nice family picture of Vince and Stephanie, so attack you. Next night Shane dumps Show to after the title himself. Stephanie you persuade Shane that as a family you can retain the title. He agrees, the end." I sat silently having finished my sell. I watched everyone watch Vince.
"I like it." he finally said. For the following 2 hours we went over the bones of scripts puling them apart reordering them and fixing them back up. Everyone in the room contributed until we were all in agreement. By the end we were all satisfied and it was my task to go away and to pad it out with details. After the meeting I stayed in the meeting room, to collect my thoughts. I thought that everyone had left so I pulled out the hair sticks that I'd placed in to make myself look presentable to Vince. Shaking my hair loose I sighed and walked over to look out of the huge window.
"Nice view isn't it?" Shane said behind me.
"Yeah, inspiration tends to hit me when I'm either here or nursing a cup of coffee." I agreed
"Well, I don't know why you need inspiration that was a great pitch but the idea was better."
"I have to write the thing, I already asked Josh for someone to help and he refused. I'm on my own, on this one." I replied turning to face him.
"Look, how about we go for a coffee."
"Shane McMahon either you're trying to help or you desperately need a caffeine fix."
"Both. I gotta craving for Starbucks, you?"
"Sure." I smiled. Before being dragged (well, permitted) to sit drinking coffee at 3pm.
"Is Josh always a jackass?" he asked me wrapping his hands around the latte in front of him.
"Only with me." Shane scowled "he thinks that my idea's are out there. He's the head writer, gets the last say." I sipped my mocha.
"Can I ask you something?" I smiled, nodding. "Will you let me help?"
"Why? Josh wants me to fall on my ass."
"Well I don't. There's a spare office next to mine, you can move in and we can do this together. It'll give us an excuse for good coffee and spectacular views. So can I?"
"You're the boss, whatever you want."
"No, it's your project. You get to make the final decision."
"Wow, the boss is asking me for permission. I'd love for you to work with me on this."
"But?"
"But, do you have time?"
"Yes, the guys can look after the web page, besides I want to have a big input on this story." he put on his mischievous grin so I frowned playfully. "I'll behave."
"Good. Something tells me that when you want to you can be worse than a two year old." I replied drinking my coffee. He looked at me expecting something. "What?"
"Nothing" he answered back.
"Shane?"
"Well, when do you wanna begin?" I sighed and watched the boyish man opposite me drink his coffee.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yep, sure honey." I blinked rapidly as I digested his last statement. Honey, my boss called me honey. Coffee!
"I'll have to reduce your caffeine intake, Mac." I told him picking up my bag.
When we returned to Titan I was instructed to pack up my desk and to take it to his office. I went to the writing department, pulled out a box and began collecting the various items from around my desk.
"So, you movin' out. Did Vince hate you're idea and kick your ass out?" Josh said from behind me
"Shit, Josh I never realized how much of an up yourself asshole you are!" I replied turning to face him
"At least I'm not a dumb bitch that can't write to save her ass."
"Oh, right so instead you're a dumb bastard who won't be working with the boss until WM16. Oh, hard luck asshole." I turned away from him and continued to place the items in the box. Each argument I endure makes me do two things. One, find new ideas for onscreen arguments and two makes me more determined to prove them wrong. I logged off the computer and lifting box up I walked out and headed along the corridor to begin working with Shane on the script.