I hid away in the room until 7:30pm, when I knew that everyone who was from the WWF would be at the Smackdown! taping. I picked up my case and checked out. I hailed a cab to take me home to Stamford, CT.
I opened my front door and slumped onto the sofa. I couldn't sit still, so I went over to the computer and began searching for jobs, there was a job at WCW, one at Fox for the X Files and one at Paramount on Star Trek. I quickly composed an email and attached a copy of my CV and sent it of to all the companies. I grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured myself a large glass. Getting drunk was the best way to fill the void I was feeling inside. I loaded up fanfiction.net, I occasionally read fan fiction as an entertainment, some of it was reasonably accurate, and others were absurd. I came across a piece that looked interesting, I instantly recognized the author as being Sev, so I felt obliged to read it.
I laughed; I recognized my character instantly. I was the person that was a fan; Sev lined herself up with Jeff and Paris with Matt. The irony was amazing. I gave it an outstanding review then, shut off. I drained a third glass of vodka then passed out on the couch.
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Present
I stayed with Shane and the other McMahon's at the hospital. He looked peaceful, the bullet had penetrated his lung and narrowly missed his heart, and he was unconscious, unaware of his family's presence and mine. I'm not usually an emotional person when I'm in public, with Shane I could be. But, usually in front of Vince, Linda and Stephanie I was a calm, strong person. Today, is an exception, I am about ready to explode at someone. I will kill Marissa, I know she did this. Her argument is with me not Shane, I stole him. I picked up his hand and held it to my cheek.
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I went to Titan early on and cleared my desk before returning home. I started up the computer and checked my email. I'd received two, one from WCW and one from Fox. Both had invited me to attend interviews. WCW informed me of a ticket waiting at the airport to Atlanta for today. Fox wished for me to attend an interview at there studios in L.A. on Monday. Bischoff might actually want to hire me. I cared for Shane, I felt traitorous. I replied to WCW and Fox saying I'll be there. I also thanked WCW for the plane ticket. I packed a suitcase and set off to Atlanta.
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The interviews were a complete bust. Fox called me 'a glorified fan fiction writer' because I was a fan of the show and WCW, though they did actually want to hire me, wanted to get insider information on the WWF. I sat in Starbucks in New York nursing my cappuccino, I was thinking about either starting up a coffee shop of my own or getting a job at Starbucks. I smiled; Becki had suggested at our graduation that I started up my own coffee shop just to satisfy my caffeine addiction. A hand was suddenly placed on my shoulder, causing me to jump. It was Becki and Charlotte.
"What are you doing in here this fine Thursday?" Charlotte asked me sitting down.
"Contemplating and drinking coffee."
"I thought you would be with Shane on the road."
"Well, I'm not!" I snapped, I was bored out of my mind and those two were not going to help.
"What happened?" Becki asked
"I was fired a week ago. Anyway, why are you here? Neither of you drink coffee."
"Hot chocolate craving. We're having a business lunch."
"Hmm, correct me if I'm wrong but why would a specialist in European business law be meeting a fashion designer at BeBe's for a 'business lunch'?"
"Cos, I they want to send me to France to work."
"Right, that requires legal advice." I replied sarcastically.
"Shut up. What happened with the job?"
"Nothing."
"Did Vince find out about what happened between you and Shane?"
"No, he doesn't know." I replied defensively.
"What're you going to do?" Charlotte asked.
"I'm going to try for a job here."
"WHAT?" Becki screeched.
"Kara, you didn't do it at 16, I doubt you'll do it now."
"I need to do something."
"What about Shane, can't he help?"
"He offered me a job as his assistant." I replied sipping the drink. I sighed, ignoring the shocked looks of my friends.
"Well, he obviously wanted to keep you around as his whore." I had to resist every urge in my body to slap Charlotte. I excused myself and left. I grabbed my cell phone and I dialed Shane, but hung up before he answered. I walked around New York aimlessly. I cast my mind back to Raw from Monday. Shane told Stephanie what he thought of her, it was how the fans regarded Steph and I wanted to use that. I was so caught up with everything I failed to notice anything and I collided straight into someone. In New York you get usually a lot of harsh words, but not that time. I looked up into two chocolate pools, eyes that I recognized immediately.
"Shane, God I'm so sorry." I said
"Hey Kara, your not in L.A. ya know."
"I know; I'm jobless. But, hell it's only been a week."
"I'm sorry. Your angle has gone down great."
"Good, I'm glad your father kept it."
"I want you back, Kara." he blurted out.
"Where'd that come from?" I asked
"It's no fun, I have no distractions, and I've had my caffeine intake cut."
"I'm thinking of opening a coffee shop."
"Great, you could always be my supplier. Even Marissa's in on it."
"I miss you too, I even tried for a job with Bischoff. But, he only wanted insider info."
"I'm going back to Titan, join me." I didn't want to protest; I didn't care about Shane's motives, which became apparent as soon as he began to speed up. "They're holding interviews for a writing position."
"Oh," I said nonchalantly
"You've got an interview."
"How, I didn't apply?" I replied
"I applied for you, I got your CV of the personnel files, added a few details and filled out the application form."
"I would've needed to sign It." he looked across at me. "You didn't!"
"Yes, I did. I forged your signature. I'm on the panel, along with JR, Vince and the lovely Josh."
"I stand no chance."
"No, there's no chance in hell of you not getting it."
"Please, Vince fired me, Josh hates me and I don't know about JR. I'm sure that the other candidates would be better. Anyway, how did you know I'd come to Titan?"
"I was about to call you and ask to meet with you." I shook my head.
"You thought of everything." he nodded. "Except, what I'm to wear."
"Ah, well, you look like a writer, trousers, cute top." I looked at my top; it had a picture of a kitten on it. I smiled. "You just tell us that you've got a job lined up with dear old Eric and Vince will want you back in a second."
"You're insane." he smiled cheerfully. "What time's the interview?"
"Your first up, it's at 1:30."
"Great. I hate you Shane McMahon." he mocked me and grinned knowing that really I was pleased.
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I sat outside the briefing room at Titan, nervous. Josh came out and told me to go in.
"Your not gonna get this job, honey." he whispered as I passed. Inside sat everyone Shane had said there would be. Vince looked over his glasses at me and gestured for me to take a seat. The panel looked intimidating, but a reassuring wink of Shane set my mind at ease.
"Miss Maddox, you have been employed by WWFE before, in fact your contract was only terminated by myself last week. Why do you wish to come back?" Vince asked.
"Because, I'm a hard worker, I know everyone here and I'm experienced with the constant script changes."
"Miss Maddox, why haven't you been looking for other employment? It is highly unusual to apply for a post you have held." that was of course Josh, the biggest ass on the planet; he gave me my best weapon.
"I have been to other interviews recently, and I was offered a job and Time-Warner with World Championship Wrestling."
"Why haven't you taken that job?" Shane asked.
"The position is open for me, I just wanted to try for my position here, before I accepted Mr. Bischoff." I lied, I declined Bischoff on the spot, but Vince didn't know that.
"Well, we all know what your capable of Miss Maddox. We'll let you know." I stood up and thanked them all. I left the room, hoping that Shane would be able to work a miracle.
I walked home and spent the afternoon relaxing over a piece of fanfic.
I opened my front door and slumped onto the sofa. I couldn't sit still, so I went over to the computer and began searching for jobs, there was a job at WCW, one at Fox for the X Files and one at Paramount on Star Trek. I quickly composed an email and attached a copy of my CV and sent it of to all the companies. I grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured myself a large glass. Getting drunk was the best way to fill the void I was feeling inside. I loaded up fanfiction.net, I occasionally read fan fiction as an entertainment, some of it was reasonably accurate, and others were absurd. I came across a piece that looked interesting, I instantly recognized the author as being Sev, so I felt obliged to read it.
I laughed; I recognized my character instantly. I was the person that was a fan; Sev lined herself up with Jeff and Paris with Matt. The irony was amazing. I gave it an outstanding review then, shut off. I drained a third glass of vodka then passed out on the couch.
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Present
I stayed with Shane and the other McMahon's at the hospital. He looked peaceful, the bullet had penetrated his lung and narrowly missed his heart, and he was unconscious, unaware of his family's presence and mine. I'm not usually an emotional person when I'm in public, with Shane I could be. But, usually in front of Vince, Linda and Stephanie I was a calm, strong person. Today, is an exception, I am about ready to explode at someone. I will kill Marissa, I know she did this. Her argument is with me not Shane, I stole him. I picked up his hand and held it to my cheek.
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I went to Titan early on and cleared my desk before returning home. I started up the computer and checked my email. I'd received two, one from WCW and one from Fox. Both had invited me to attend interviews. WCW informed me of a ticket waiting at the airport to Atlanta for today. Fox wished for me to attend an interview at there studios in L.A. on Monday. Bischoff might actually want to hire me. I cared for Shane, I felt traitorous. I replied to WCW and Fox saying I'll be there. I also thanked WCW for the plane ticket. I packed a suitcase and set off to Atlanta.
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The interviews were a complete bust. Fox called me 'a glorified fan fiction writer' because I was a fan of the show and WCW, though they did actually want to hire me, wanted to get insider information on the WWF. I sat in Starbucks in New York nursing my cappuccino, I was thinking about either starting up a coffee shop of my own or getting a job at Starbucks. I smiled; Becki had suggested at our graduation that I started up my own coffee shop just to satisfy my caffeine addiction. A hand was suddenly placed on my shoulder, causing me to jump. It was Becki and Charlotte.
"What are you doing in here this fine Thursday?" Charlotte asked me sitting down.
"Contemplating and drinking coffee."
"I thought you would be with Shane on the road."
"Well, I'm not!" I snapped, I was bored out of my mind and those two were not going to help.
"What happened?" Becki asked
"I was fired a week ago. Anyway, why are you here? Neither of you drink coffee."
"Hot chocolate craving. We're having a business lunch."
"Hmm, correct me if I'm wrong but why would a specialist in European business law be meeting a fashion designer at BeBe's for a 'business lunch'?"
"Cos, I they want to send me to France to work."
"Right, that requires legal advice." I replied sarcastically.
"Shut up. What happened with the job?"
"Nothing."
"Did Vince find out about what happened between you and Shane?"
"No, he doesn't know." I replied defensively.
"What're you going to do?" Charlotte asked.
"I'm going to try for a job here."
"WHAT?" Becki screeched.
"Kara, you didn't do it at 16, I doubt you'll do it now."
"I need to do something."
"What about Shane, can't he help?"
"He offered me a job as his assistant." I replied sipping the drink. I sighed, ignoring the shocked looks of my friends.
"Well, he obviously wanted to keep you around as his whore." I had to resist every urge in my body to slap Charlotte. I excused myself and left. I grabbed my cell phone and I dialed Shane, but hung up before he answered. I walked around New York aimlessly. I cast my mind back to Raw from Monday. Shane told Stephanie what he thought of her, it was how the fans regarded Steph and I wanted to use that. I was so caught up with everything I failed to notice anything and I collided straight into someone. In New York you get usually a lot of harsh words, but not that time. I looked up into two chocolate pools, eyes that I recognized immediately.
"Shane, God I'm so sorry." I said
"Hey Kara, your not in L.A. ya know."
"I know; I'm jobless. But, hell it's only been a week."
"I'm sorry. Your angle has gone down great."
"Good, I'm glad your father kept it."
"I want you back, Kara." he blurted out.
"Where'd that come from?" I asked
"It's no fun, I have no distractions, and I've had my caffeine intake cut."
"I'm thinking of opening a coffee shop."
"Great, you could always be my supplier. Even Marissa's in on it."
"I miss you too, I even tried for a job with Bischoff. But, he only wanted insider info."
"I'm going back to Titan, join me." I didn't want to protest; I didn't care about Shane's motives, which became apparent as soon as he began to speed up. "They're holding interviews for a writing position."
"Oh," I said nonchalantly
"You've got an interview."
"How, I didn't apply?" I replied
"I applied for you, I got your CV of the personnel files, added a few details and filled out the application form."
"I would've needed to sign It." he looked across at me. "You didn't!"
"Yes, I did. I forged your signature. I'm on the panel, along with JR, Vince and the lovely Josh."
"I stand no chance."
"No, there's no chance in hell of you not getting it."
"Please, Vince fired me, Josh hates me and I don't know about JR. I'm sure that the other candidates would be better. Anyway, how did you know I'd come to Titan?"
"I was about to call you and ask to meet with you." I shook my head.
"You thought of everything." he nodded. "Except, what I'm to wear."
"Ah, well, you look like a writer, trousers, cute top." I looked at my top; it had a picture of a kitten on it. I smiled. "You just tell us that you've got a job lined up with dear old Eric and Vince will want you back in a second."
"You're insane." he smiled cheerfully. "What time's the interview?"
"Your first up, it's at 1:30."
"Great. I hate you Shane McMahon." he mocked me and grinned knowing that really I was pleased.
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I sat outside the briefing room at Titan, nervous. Josh came out and told me to go in.
"Your not gonna get this job, honey." he whispered as I passed. Inside sat everyone Shane had said there would be. Vince looked over his glasses at me and gestured for me to take a seat. The panel looked intimidating, but a reassuring wink of Shane set my mind at ease.
"Miss Maddox, you have been employed by WWFE before, in fact your contract was only terminated by myself last week. Why do you wish to come back?" Vince asked.
"Because, I'm a hard worker, I know everyone here and I'm experienced with the constant script changes."
"Miss Maddox, why haven't you been looking for other employment? It is highly unusual to apply for a post you have held." that was of course Josh, the biggest ass on the planet; he gave me my best weapon.
"I have been to other interviews recently, and I was offered a job and Time-Warner with World Championship Wrestling."
"Why haven't you taken that job?" Shane asked.
"The position is open for me, I just wanted to try for my position here, before I accepted Mr. Bischoff." I lied, I declined Bischoff on the spot, but Vince didn't know that.
"Well, we all know what your capable of Miss Maddox. We'll let you know." I stood up and thanked them all. I left the room, hoping that Shane would be able to work a miracle.
I walked home and spent the afternoon relaxing over a piece of fanfic.