I walked around backstage and found a collection of people sat around a monitor watching the evenings proceedings. Shane was stood in the corner talking on the phone, I smiled at him and took a seat.
"Who's he on the phone to?" I asked Jean Paul LeVesque (Triple H).
"His wife, pathetic, ain't it?" he replied.
"No, it's really sweet." Joanie Laurer (Chyna) answered. I smiled and put my attention on the event Mark Henry was about to defeat Viscera. I stood up and muttered "Good luck" to everyone. I was distracted by two approaching figures.
"Hey, guys." I called.
"How did you manage this, Ro?" Paris asked me. Ro was an old nickname from when we were at school.
"I begged Shane for the passes." I explained.
"Ohhhhh, payment for what happened that night you were both stuck." Paris said.
"Bitch, hell no. It was a thankyou. Besides nothing like thats happened since. It was a mistake, I'm no whore."
"Anyway, thanks. Show us to the school of fit lads." Sev whined.
"Come on then Matty and Jeffy will be back in a bit. I can introduce you to some of the other guys back here." I led them towards the dressing rooms. We stopped outside the one assigned to Jericho and Angle, I knocked and waited a while before entering. I signalled for my friends to wait outside.
"Hey, wassup guys?" I asked. During the past two weeks Shane had decided it was time I became acquainted with the roster. I had become friends with the majority of them with a few exceptions.
"Nothing much, except this Olympic Jackass stole my title." Chris pointed across to Kurt, who shrugged. "Anyway, what did ya want Kara?"
"Well, please will you guys meet some of my friends?"
"Sure. Where are they?" I let the girls in and they were astonished at who I'd introduced them to, the stood silent.
"Sorry Chris I should have put one of these on a leash she's dangerous."
"Hi, I'm Chris Irvine or Chris Jericho and that is Kurt MANGLED the little shit that stole my belt."
"You seem to forget that I've got a gold medal." Angle said matter of factly. My best friends and I sniggered at the men. I enjoyed hanging around backstage and the playful rivalries were usually hilarious.
"So, Kara which one belongs on a leash?" Chris asked. Sev looked at me and glared. I smiled innocently.
"This is Sam Whistler and Vicki Sherlock. Vicki's the one you might want to worry about." They exchanged polite 'hi's and I could see Jericho eying up Vicki (Sev), she stood infront of him wearing a sparkling one shoulder top and trousers, she stood smiling. "Come on, let's leave these two to bicker. Will you guys be comin' out with the rest of us tonite?"
"We wouldn't miss an opportunity to piss Vince off. You two lovely ladies coming?"
"Yeah, we'd love to have a night out."
"Bye guys." I hearded the girls out. "Chris, warning she bites." I told him before I left, closing the door behind me. "Wow, you were quiet in there."
"Hello, that was Y2J and Kurt Angle." Sev stated.
"Ya don't say. Besides, I thought he like ya Sevvy."
"Who?" Paris asked. I passed a sly wink to her.
"No-one." I replied.
"Com'on, Rodent, who?" Sev decided to ask.
"Kurt." I lied. I saw Sam trying to hide a snigger.
"Argh, Kara. Help I need extra clothes." By this time Sam couldn't hide her laughter and erupted. "You bitch." Sev exlaimed.
"What?" I replied as innocently as I could manage before I joining in with the laughter. Suddenly Paris stopped laughing and they both stood smiling like idiots. I felt an arm slip round my shoulder.
"What's so funny Miss Mads?" A Carolinian voice asked.
"Nothing, Jeff. These are my friends Vicki and Sam." I removed his arm.
"Well, I'm Jeff and Matt is somewhere. It's really nice to meet you. If you'll excuse me." he finished and left to change.
"Well, I'm really impressed I've never known you two be so quiet. Well, hmm, who next?" I glanced round. "Ah, got it." I led on and the girls followed. I walked up behind Adam and Jason. "Hey," Adam exclaimed when I blew on his neck. "Oh, it's you!" I was about to protest when he continued. "And two totally awesome babes."
"Adam and Jason, Sam and Vicki. Great match guys." I sighed.
"Hi." Jason said.
"Hi, congratulations on the win." Paris said.
"Yeah, it was a cool match." Sev agreed.
"They're just being polite, they're fans of the Hardyz." I informed the wrestlers.
"What, you like thoses doofuses? You should hang with us Canadians." Adam exclaimed.
"Lets's go before they continue. See ya OK?"
"Yeah, show those two to DX they'd like to see someone new at their little party."
"I will." We excused ourselves and I took them towards the DX locker room. Which, was not easy to miss as it was the one with the most noise errupting from it. As we approached the noise suddenly stopped. We waited a few seconds and then continued. Paris, of course, walked into the reason of the sudden quiet.
"Erm, sorry." she said without looking up.
"Who are you?" the authoritive voice of Vincent K. McMahon, my boss.
"I'm sorry Mr McMahon, they're with for the evening." I explained.
"Oh, well have a nice night." he said to my guests, before turning to me. "Kara, have you seen Shane?"
"Last time I saw him he was on the phone. But, that was quite a while ago."
"Great, thanks Kara" he walked off muttering. "Typical, DX can always be found but whenever I need my son he disappears off the face of the earth to talk with..." I can only guess that the last word was 'Marissa', or something along those lines. Sev was arguing with Paris over the way they had to meet Vince. I ignored them and decided to throw them in with the lions, well DX anyway. I swung open the door and gestured for them to follow me inside. The room, as I had been told by Shane, was full of various superstars. In order for me to introduce my friends to everyone I would have had to detonate a nuclear bomb, luckily, or not, Sean Waltman intercepted me and I did the customary intoductions, from there he took over, introducing my friends to everyone. While he was doing this, I got an opportunity to seen who was hiding in here. Of course there was Sean, Brian James, Billy Gunn (both of whom were currently on their way out as we arrived), Tori, Trish Stratus, Stephanie McMahon, Jean-Paul, Joanie, Chris Irvine and Kurt Angle, Glenn Jacobs (Kane) and Terri. It was quite a little party. I wasn't suprised that Vince had told them to shut up. I mingled for a short time, namely until Adam, Jason, Matt and Jeff arrived to tell Kurt, Joanie and Chris to get their asses into gear as the first group was about to depart. The atmosphere in this locker room was great and my friends loved getting to talk to everyone. I talked with everyone after that and relaxed. I watched everyone leave as and when their turn came.
Soon, however, it was time for the second group to leave. I had noticed that Paris and Sev had become virtually inseprable from the Hardyz and the Outlaws so I suggested that my friends went with them and the second group. They readily agreed and left telling me they'd see me later on. When they left I went and changed from my jeans to a skirt and top perfect for clubbing.
The match between Sean and Glenn was just about up and so I ran to the gorrila position to wish Paul and Dwayne good luck. Fortunately, I caught them just before they went out infront of the masses.
"Good luck." I told them as they stepped out to the fans cheers. Shane was sat around the monitor waiting for his cue, I walked up to him.
"Hey, can I join you?" I asked
"Sure," he replied his eyes not leaving the screen.
"Did your Dad find you?" I questioned
"Yeah, it wasn't anything important. But I think he's about to kill DX." he smiled, "I didn't see much of your friends"
"Well, I introduced them to the contents of the DX locker room and that's where we were."
"They still there?" he asked
"No way, I'd not leave them unattended with DX." I'd been on the recieving end of a DX joke before and they were not fun.
"Mmm, well I'd have to agree, so where are they?"
"They left with the Hardyz. I sware that club is gonna be in for a rough night." I laughed.
"Mr McMahon, your almost up." a stage hand told him. He was going to protest against the 'Mr. McMahon' comment, but he had to get ready for the chair shot.
"Have fun, Shane." I said grinning as he left. I sat watching the remainder of the match. My boss ran out and 'hit' The Rock on the head with a steel chair. He smiled as he celebrated with Big Show in the ring over an 'unconcious' Rock. Seeing Shane having fun in the ring made me smile, I could tell that he'd missed being out infront of a crowd. When he returned he planted a kiss on my cheek.
"What was that for?" I asked him.
"For giving me a second chance." he explained
"At what?" I asked, making comments like this had become common between us.
"At us, darling." he kissed my cheek again as I laughed. "I loved it out there."
"Good. I aim to please, sweetie." I beamed. Noticing Mick Foley, Jean Paul and Stephanie preparing to go out I wished them luck.
"Let's split and get to that club." he wispered.
"You mean leave before we're meant to?"
"Bosses priveledge." he explained. Vince approached us looking serious.
"That worked well, Kara. Good job." he told me.
"Kara's not feeling to good, Dad. So I'm gonna take her back to the hotel." Shane lied. I tried to look as if I was in some discomfort.
"Oh, well. you better get some rest. Hope you feel better." Vince told me. "Take care of her, son." I couldn't believe that Vince was suckered into our little deception. We walked off and collected our things, then went out to Shanes car. I'd been at the arena all day, and I was surprised to see lots of fans waiting outside. The news of what Shane had done must have reached these fans because alot of them were chanting 'asshole' at him, but he continued to smile. I thought at the time, how these 'fans' could say things like that, because it was not how Shane is. But, now I know that they react to the character, and for anyone to evoke such a respose was amazing. I slipped into the passenger seat of the silver car smiling as we made our escape.
"Shane McMahon, you lied to your Daddy." I said in a voice worthy of a four year old.
"Oh, well. Maybe you weren't feeling ill, but I was feeling sick." he took his eyes away from the road to look at me. "Sick of knowing everyone else was partying." I giggled at the way my boss could let his hair down and relax. I felt comfortable around him.
"Your terrible." I said, his return was a cross between a look of innocence and playfullness. "Anyway, we're only in Hartford why the hell are we in a hotel and why isn't your wife with you?"
"Firstly, we have to put up the stars and so we may as well stay. Secondly, Marissa, is with Steve Williams this week in Texas so it's just lil old me."
"Ah, poor Shane O." I smiled, that woman spent more time with the wrestlers than she did with her own husband.