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.
Shane had told me to unpack my things into my new office just down to corridor from him, after he tripped over my large brass desk lamp.
Since then I had arranged my desk and admired the view through the massive window while sat on the comfortable leather couch left by the offices previous occupant. That was where I stayed for the past two hours, clutching a notebook and pen scribbling down random thoughts.
"So, how's the view" Shane asked me looking out of the window.
"Perfect, very inspirational." I replied pulling myself from the couch and replacing my body on the chair behind the desk. He made me laugh as he sat down dramatically.
"Can I ask you something?" he said
"Sure"
"This is me being completely nosy. But, what's the deal between you and Josh?"
"Well, this is the aftermath of a bad break up. When I was seeing him I used to tell him all me idea's and he used to present them to Vince as his own. I didn't know this until I over heard him praise Josh for his brilliant idea. We fought and broke up, since he's hated me. I've pulled the plug on telling him my ideas. He's stranded."
"Creep." Shane muttered. "Did you tell Pops?"
"Hell no, Josh had just been made head writer. I'd look jealous if I did."
"Com'on we'll go tell him now."
"No, Shane. I can't. It's too late. I'd seem bitter and twisted over our break up and Josh would help that story."
"And you're not? Hell, I'd be royally pissed if anyone did that to me."
"You're a McMahon it's allowed. Now sit." He pulled a face and then obeyed me.
"Whoever gets you'll be one lucky guy to have such an understanding girl."
"Smooth talker." I replied blushing slightly.
"It's all true."
"I'm going home, for a long hot bath and some food." I told him standing.
"Mmm, it's been a long day. Back home to an empty house before coming back here for the show."
"Where's your wife?"
"Europe, she's taking the diva's on a promotional tour."
"Look, I'm gonna regret this but I don't live too far from here, why don't we go to my place and order take-out? Be lonely together."
"Sure. We can start on your idea."
"Gee, Mr McMahon if I'd know you wanted to work I would never have invited you to my home."
"Euch, don't call me Mr McMahon, that's for my dad. Stop trying to make me feel old."
"Old, who's old?" Vince asked from the doorway.
"That decaying corpse in the corner is your son who's claiming to be old." I joked
"She called me Mr McMahon." he pouted
"Son, I'm not even old yet."
"Sure Pops, your gonna live forever."
"If that's true then so will you, it'll be in the genes."
"There." I smiled at the younger of the two men.
"Sheesh, just don't call me MR McMahon again."
"Yes, Sir." I replied seriously. Shane groaned and looked at his father.
"So, Pops. What did you want?" he asked
"Nothing really, just to see if Josh was right when he told me that you two were collaborating."
"Yeah we are. Is that a problem?"
"Course not, son. I was surprised that's all. So is it working?" he enquired turning to face me.
"Erm, well. I've just been getting inspired and writing random thoughts."
"Anything good yet?"
"Nothing really." Shane answered for me.
"Ah, well. Keep going." he stated exiting the room.
"I have some good stuff!" I told Shane as soon as his father had left.
"Yes, you probably do, but I wanna read them first."
"Oh, well here." I handed him the notebook.
"Not, now." He responded passing it back.
"But.... I'm gonna stop tryin' to understand, now."
"How about over dinner." I looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "Purely business and partially fun."
"No, it's OK. I'll give you these to look over whenever and I'll write some more ideas tonight. Tomorrow we can begin on scripts. But thanks for the offer."
"Oh, well that's fine." I smiled at him
"SHANE!!!" Lucas yelled from the corridor, "The goddamned site's down. We need ya."
"Shit." Shane cursed. "Sorry Kara. I gotta go. "
"Yeah, look it's half six since it looks like you'll be here a while I'll help. I can navigate myself around a computer."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I mean the amount of times I've had a problem that needs drastic action I do it myself." I admitted
"Great." We left the room and entered the semi-deserted room "Where is everyone?"
"Shane, it's late, they left." Lucas sighed
"So, who's here then?" Shane's voice was authoritative
"You, me and her." he replied pointing at me
"My name is Kara." I corrected; I hate being called Her.
"Right Kara. The site's on that caddie there, we need to reboot the mainframe and wipe the central computer. Then reinstall windows and the software before we can start uploading the site again."
"Shit, shit, SHIT." Shane's voice was getting louder. "Which idiot let this happen?"
"Somebody overloaded the system I can trace it but...."
"Argh, this is going to take hours." Shane placed himself at the computer and rapidly began typing in commands. The computers wound down and shut off. "Lucas reboot the system. Kara honey call out for pizza or something we're gonna be here a long time. Oh, and plenty of coffee."
"One day you'll overdose on that stuff."
"Yes, boss." I left the room and returned to my own office. I picked up the phone and ordered a couple of pizza's and some garlic bread. I'm a huge caffeine addict myself and I grabbed my coffee maker and milk and returned to the disaster area.
"I ordered pizza and I brought this" I held up the machine
"Where'd ya find a coffee maker?" Shane asked taking it off me and setting it up on a desk.
"It's mine." I replied honestly
"Ohh, I see that little miss 'I must cut your caffeine intake down' has her own maker in her office. You got double standards there girly."
"Shane, have you got me that windows disc yet? " Shane reached and grabbed the disc and spun it across the room at Lucas "Thanks"
"Well, maybe this wasn't the meal I had in mind but while Luc is playing with Windows we can go over your notes. Then survey the damage."
"OK" I stated. We grabbed chairs and began browsing the notes, for an hour or two stopping only to collect the pizza and make coffee.
"Oh fuck, Shane this is trashed. We have to take it down and upload it from the caddie." Shane and I went over to the monitor and looked at the ruined site.
"Is it all of them?" Shane sighed looking at Lucas' nodding head I could tell Shane was going to be pissed with the culprit. "Kara, we'll be here forever. Go home."
"No way this is easy." I grabbed the caddie and inserted it into the slot. I opened the folder and instructed the computer to upload the data. I rebooted the computer and typed in some commands. When the computer was up again the web page was in a better state than before.
"How'd ya learn that?" Lucas asked
"My cousin runs a web design company I worked there before coming here." I replied
"So what now?"
"We need to check all the sites and I can guarantee that there'll be glitches."
"Hey, I'll do it you two go home." Shane instructed
"Thanks Shane. I'll see ya tomorrow." Lucas ran out of the door
"You sure ya don't want company." I asked
"You got no one to go home to."
"No, only my dog." I replied referring to my black lab
"Oh, why would you wanna stay, you knocked my ass to the floor when I asked about dinner."
"Your married Shane, and I don't wanna get on the wrong side of your wife."
"Yeah, well we will anyway."
"Why?" I enquired
"It's eleven, erm and we're locked in." He admitted
"What?" I shrieked in disbelief
"Blame me, it was my idea to get an automated locking system." I playfully hit his arm.
"Well, there are some comfy couches downstairs." I said
"Race ya." he tore off down the corridor, I was in pursuit. I caught him up and we ran together down the stairs. Dashing into the darkened room we lept onto the nearest couch, landing on top of each other.
TBC
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.
Shane had told me to unpack my things into my new office just down to corridor from him, after he tripped over my large brass desk lamp.
Since then I had arranged my desk and admired the view through the massive window while sat on the comfortable leather couch left by the offices previous occupant. That was where I stayed for the past two hours, clutching a notebook and pen scribbling down random thoughts.
"So, how's the view" Shane asked me looking out of the window.
"Perfect, very inspirational." I replied pulling myself from the couch and replacing my body on the chair behind the desk. He made me laugh as he sat down dramatically.
"Can I ask you something?" he said
"Sure"
"This is me being completely nosy. But, what's the deal between you and Josh?"
"Well, this is the aftermath of a bad break up. When I was seeing him I used to tell him all me idea's and he used to present them to Vince as his own. I didn't know this until I over heard him praise Josh for his brilliant idea. We fought and broke up, since he's hated me. I've pulled the plug on telling him my ideas. He's stranded."
"Creep." Shane muttered. "Did you tell Pops?"
"Hell no, Josh had just been made head writer. I'd look jealous if I did."
"Com'on we'll go tell him now."
"No, Shane. I can't. It's too late. I'd seem bitter and twisted over our break up and Josh would help that story."
"And you're not? Hell, I'd be royally pissed if anyone did that to me."
"You're a McMahon it's allowed. Now sit." He pulled a face and then obeyed me.
"Whoever gets you'll be one lucky guy to have such an understanding girl."
"Smooth talker." I replied blushing slightly.
"It's all true."
"I'm going home, for a long hot bath and some food." I told him standing.
"Mmm, it's been a long day. Back home to an empty house before coming back here for the show."
"Where's your wife?"
"Europe, she's taking the diva's on a promotional tour."
"Look, I'm gonna regret this but I don't live too far from here, why don't we go to my place and order take-out? Be lonely together."
"Sure. We can start on your idea."
"Gee, Mr McMahon if I'd know you wanted to work I would never have invited you to my home."
"Euch, don't call me Mr McMahon, that's for my dad. Stop trying to make me feel old."
"Old, who's old?" Vince asked from the doorway.
"That decaying corpse in the corner is your son who's claiming to be old." I joked
"She called me Mr McMahon." he pouted
"Son, I'm not even old yet."
"Sure Pops, your gonna live forever."
"If that's true then so will you, it'll be in the genes."
"There." I smiled at the younger of the two men.
"Sheesh, just don't call me MR McMahon again."
"Yes, Sir." I replied seriously. Shane groaned and looked at his father.
"So, Pops. What did you want?" he asked
"Nothing really, just to see if Josh was right when he told me that you two were collaborating."
"Yeah we are. Is that a problem?"
"Course not, son. I was surprised that's all. So is it working?" he enquired turning to face me.
"Erm, well. I've just been getting inspired and writing random thoughts."
"Anything good yet?"
"Nothing really." Shane answered for me.
"Ah, well. Keep going." he stated exiting the room.
"I have some good stuff!" I told Shane as soon as his father had left.
"Yes, you probably do, but I wanna read them first."
"Oh, well here." I handed him the notebook.
"Not, now." He responded passing it back.
"But.... I'm gonna stop tryin' to understand, now."
"How about over dinner." I looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "Purely business and partially fun."
"No, it's OK. I'll give you these to look over whenever and I'll write some more ideas tonight. Tomorrow we can begin on scripts. But thanks for the offer."
"Oh, well that's fine." I smiled at him
"SHANE!!!" Lucas yelled from the corridor, "The goddamned site's down. We need ya."
"Shit." Shane cursed. "Sorry Kara. I gotta go. "
"Yeah, look it's half six since it looks like you'll be here a while I'll help. I can navigate myself around a computer."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I mean the amount of times I've had a problem that needs drastic action I do it myself." I admitted
"Great." We left the room and entered the semi-deserted room "Where is everyone?"
"Shane, it's late, they left." Lucas sighed
"So, who's here then?" Shane's voice was authoritative
"You, me and her." he replied pointing at me
"My name is Kara." I corrected; I hate being called Her.
"Right Kara. The site's on that caddie there, we need to reboot the mainframe and wipe the central computer. Then reinstall windows and the software before we can start uploading the site again."
"Shit, shit, SHIT." Shane's voice was getting louder. "Which idiot let this happen?"
"Somebody overloaded the system I can trace it but...."
"Argh, this is going to take hours." Shane placed himself at the computer and rapidly began typing in commands. The computers wound down and shut off. "Lucas reboot the system. Kara honey call out for pizza or something we're gonna be here a long time. Oh, and plenty of coffee."
"One day you'll overdose on that stuff."
"Yes, boss." I left the room and returned to my own office. I picked up the phone and ordered a couple of pizza's and some garlic bread. I'm a huge caffeine addict myself and I grabbed my coffee maker and milk and returned to the disaster area.
"I ordered pizza and I brought this" I held up the machine
"Where'd ya find a coffee maker?" Shane asked taking it off me and setting it up on a desk.
"It's mine." I replied honestly
"Ohh, I see that little miss 'I must cut your caffeine intake down' has her own maker in her office. You got double standards there girly."
"Shane, have you got me that windows disc yet? " Shane reached and grabbed the disc and spun it across the room at Lucas "Thanks"
"Well, maybe this wasn't the meal I had in mind but while Luc is playing with Windows we can go over your notes. Then survey the damage."
"OK" I stated. We grabbed chairs and began browsing the notes, for an hour or two stopping only to collect the pizza and make coffee.
"Oh fuck, Shane this is trashed. We have to take it down and upload it from the caddie." Shane and I went over to the monitor and looked at the ruined site.
"Is it all of them?" Shane sighed looking at Lucas' nodding head I could tell Shane was going to be pissed with the culprit. "Kara, we'll be here forever. Go home."
"No way this is easy." I grabbed the caddie and inserted it into the slot. I opened the folder and instructed the computer to upload the data. I rebooted the computer and typed in some commands. When the computer was up again the web page was in a better state than before.
"How'd ya learn that?" Lucas asked
"My cousin runs a web design company I worked there before coming here." I replied
"So what now?"
"We need to check all the sites and I can guarantee that there'll be glitches."
"Hey, I'll do it you two go home." Shane instructed
"Thanks Shane. I'll see ya tomorrow." Lucas ran out of the door
"You sure ya don't want company." I asked
"You got no one to go home to."
"No, only my dog." I replied referring to my black lab
"Oh, why would you wanna stay, you knocked my ass to the floor when I asked about dinner."
"Your married Shane, and I don't wanna get on the wrong side of your wife."
"Yeah, well we will anyway."
"Why?" I enquired
"It's eleven, erm and we're locked in." He admitted
"What?" I shrieked in disbelief
"Blame me, it was my idea to get an automated locking system." I playfully hit his arm.
"Well, there are some comfy couches downstairs." I said
"Race ya." he tore off down the corridor, I was in pursuit. I caught him up and we ran together down the stairs. Dashing into the darkened room we lept onto the nearest couch, landing on top of each other.
TBC