At eight pm I sat down with my dinner and turned on Smackdown!. Typically at three minutes past a knock sounded on my door. Abandoning the food and knocking the TV onto standby I opened the door. The one person who'd forgotten Smackdown! was even on stood in front of me clutching a bottle.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"Yeah Shane, come in." I sighed. "You eaten?" I asked when I noticed him eying up my Chinese.
"No, I'm starved, you got enough?"
"Yes, sit down I'll just be a second." I went into the kitchen and returned with his food. Shane had gone into my crystal cupboard that housed my mother's Italian glasses. Two sat on the coffee table filled with a golden liquid. "What's the alcohol for?"
"Isn't it usual to drink champagne to celebrate?" he asked. I gave him the food.
"You mean?" I calmly asked smiling.
"Yeah, your working for Bischoff." my smile dropped. "No, you're the new head writer."
"HEAD?" I asked wondering what he meant.
"Josh tried to stop it so I told the others about Josh stealing your ideas and Vince was not best pleased. He hired a new writer but made Josh resign and allowed you to have his position." I screamed and kissed Shane powerfully.
"Shane, thank-you so much." I finally said.
"Your welcome, now lets eat." he stated digging into the food. We sat around laughing and joking, I felt great, but I knew I'd very rarely see a WWF event from backstage again. I sat eating and listening to Shane doing impressions of Josh.
"He's lyin', Kara can't write for anythin'." Shane said getting Josh down perfectly.
"This storyline of hers is pretty damn good." Shane countered as himself.
"I'd never take her idea's..." Shane/Josh stopped as someone knocked impatiently on the door. I opened it still laughing, but the laughter died on my lips when I saw who wanted me. His hand struck me across my face. Shane got up and came to my defense.
"Hey!" he said grabbing the other mans hand. "Don't you touch her." I rubbed my stinging cheek.
"Get outta here Josh." I said holding the door.
No, I had my suspicions that you were fuckin', but now I know it's true." he drawled.
"Oh, Josh, this is what friends do. You know hang out, celebrate PROMOTIONS, that sorta thing." I replied sarcastically. I knew Josh had no proof but if he were to talk to my friends, the ammunition would be live.
"No, it makes sense. You see babe, you suddenly get a main event at WrestleMania storyline and then a promotion. It's a lot of prestige to be put on a lowly writer, so either you are screwin' him or you've signed a deal with the devil. Which is it?"
"Josh, the devil or Satan as he likes to be known is actually a really nice guy. In exchange for your soul he'll give you what you want, in my case, your ass out of work and outta my life." I replied slamming the door on him. "Asshole." Shane placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Where did that come from?" he asked.
"That man makes my blood boil, he brings out the worst in me."
"You worked under him as well. Wow, you're a tough cookie."
"Thank-you." I smiled at him; glad he was around. "I'm just gonna make a call, be back in a sec."
"Sure." I smiled and left the room. I picked up the phone and dialed Becki.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Hi, Charlotte?" I questioned
"Yes, Kara?"
"Yes." I said
"I'm sorry about earlier."
"Well. About that, I forgive you, and I've gotten a promotion. I'm now the head writer for the WWF."
"Wow, excellent."
"Yeah, erm but it was actually Shane who got me the job. I just wanted to call and say, don't judge me. I'm not his whore, we're just close friends."
"I understand. Look our dinner's ready, I've got to go. Bye."
"Yeah bye." I smiled into the phone.
"Whose whore?" Shane said from behind me.
"No-ones." Shane wrapped an arm around me.
"Liar, your friends think of you as my whore, don't they?" I nodded; he could read me like a book. "I think more of you than that, remember that. Anyway, it's late and my WIFE will be waiting." he continued. He sounded almost bitter at the suggestion of Marissa. She was hurting him; he refused to accept the inevitable. I wanted to help, but I couldn't. He kissed my cheek, whispered his congratulations and left. By which time Smackdown! had finished.
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I entered Titan at 7am Friday morning and headed towards my old office next to Shane's. It was very quiet, I walked inside and I took in the view, it always provides me with inspiration and allows me to think. Instinctively I grabbed my notebook and began jotting down my thoughts of how the storylines were going. Next week, was Vince was due to return, and get even with his children. The McMahon family was to be hailed as the most dysfunctional family on television. I wanted to be there, at every event watch this develop, but I couldn't. I sat at the desk and after logging on to the network I found an email waiting for me.
'Kara,
I've given you access to all of the areas of the network you'll need. Welcome back.
Shane'
It was dated the day previous, I decided to send a reply, before sending another to the writing department calling a staff meeting on Monday. The reply was simple, a little message stating my thanks. I smiled.
"I knew it." Shane said from the doorway.
"Knew what?" I replied looking at the attractive man.
"That you'd be here. Come on log off your coming with me." I obeyed feeling that it was not going to be bad. He took me down to the writing department and walked me towards an office. He showed me inside and then walked to the blind. Pulling it open he revealed a window that didn't quiet have the same view as the other, but it was a very pretty view. I joined him at the window. I stood looking out with Shane, he smiled.
"Do you like it?" he asked me.
"Yeah, it beautiful." I replied
"Good, this is your office." I expected an office, but I expected it to be Josh's old one. For the first time I looked around. The office was large, with a desk, a large vase filled with pink and white lilies and a leather chair and sofa.
"Sit down." I sat and leaned back. Shane went over to a cupboard and opened it to reveal a large television. "This is so you can watch the events." I shook my head.
"You thought of everything, but this isn't Josh's office so why is it mine?"
"Because, I thought you'd like it, and Dad kind of felt guilty about firing you in the first place." I smiled.
"Thank-you, it's excellent."
"Ah, our new head writer of the creative department." said a friendly voice.
"Since when did the department change names?" Shane asked turning to face his father.
"It's always been called that, Shane, it's just that they always call it the writers department. Unless they're trying to sound impressive." Vince laughed.
"Vince, I did some notes on current storylines and I've sent an email to the department and called a meeting to discuss everything." I passed him the notes. He cast a brief eye over them and smiled.
"You look like you've got everything covered, Shane could you cover the meeting and report to me."
"Sure." Shane sighed.
"Great, well keep up the good work and have a good day. Oh, and Kara I'm sorry." Vince left my new office.
"Right you, I got you a little gift. Top drawer." I looked at him slightly suspiciously and opened the drawer. Inside rested a parcel wrapped in silver paper. I picked it up and placed it on the desk. "Open it." I smiled and carefully unwrapped the gift. I laughed when I saw what was inside, a cappuccino, espresso and filter coffee maker.
"Shane, this is perfect. Your welcome to join me down here for coffee anytime."
"Good. It's eight thirty how about we try that baby out." I took the machine out of the box and I asked Shane to get some milk and water. We brewed the coffee and sat down on the couch. "Mmm, good coffee."
"Shane?" an unfamiliar voice asked walking through the door.
"Marissa, it's customary to knock before you enter a room." Shane reprimanded.
"Sorry, I thought this office was empty." I smiled "Erm, Shane. I need to talk with you."
"OK. See you in a bit Kara." he replied getting up and leaving the room with his wife. I remained seated on the couch and enjoyed the coffee. I sighed happily, all I needed was the perfect guy, actually that wasn't true; I needed the perfect guy to become available. Marissa tapped gently on the door before reappearing.
"Kara, would you like to join Shane and I for dinner next Friday." I thought about this.
"I'd love to." I smiled back.
"Good, if you could arrive around seven thirty, you're more than welcome to bring a date."
"Thank-you." she nodded and left. She was being nice to me and I had screwed her husband twice behind her back. I relaxed and in my usual fashion scribbled down ideas and segments as I thought of them.
At one o'clock Shane resurfaced.
"Hey, have you eaten?" he asked me peering around the door.
"No, I'm not hungry."
"You gotta eat." he walked in and placed two sandwiches on the desk. "What would you like cheese or Palma ham?" I stood up and went over to the desk. I sat on the edge and picked up the cheese.
"Thank-you." I began to eat, enjoying the sandwich.
"What did Marissa want with you earlier?" he asked
"Oh, she invited me to dinner next week."
"Oops."
"Oops?" I questioned.
"I mentioned the incident with Josh the other day, and I think she might have a match making plan."
"Why do you think that?"
"She's invited Andrew Martin as well."
"She asked me to bring a date." I admitted.
"She knows you're single." I rolled my eyes. "OK, so I'm a blabbermouth, I'd like you to find someone."
"Don't you start playing matchmaker for me Shane McMahon."
"Why not, we're friends and I want you to be happy."
"I'm very happy."
"Hmm, but I don't want you to be alone, how long since you've been with someone?"
"Week last Monday." I said smiling.
"You got fired then and.... Oh yeah I remember."
"You mean you forgot?"
"No, how could I forget that. I had a good night."
"Mmm, me too."
"Anyway, Andrew's a nice guy, you should get on really well." I smiled; he was trying to isolate me. He was scared, trying desperately to stop anything more happening between us.
"All right. But you try to fix me up again, I'll kill ya." I replied playfully.
"Oh, the big tough writer wants to take on me."
"Yeah, anyway what so big and tough about you?"
"Do you wanna bring it." he asked me.
"Yeah. Come on then." he lunged forward and knocked me onto the couch. He tickled me and I giggled.
"Submit." he demanded.
"Never." I spat back trying to take an offensive. I managed to get some tickles on the man who was holding me down.
"Oh, the girl fights back." I squiggled out and attacked him.
"Give?" I asked.
"No way." I continued my assault, but in a second he managed to get me. I landed on the floor with him leaning over me.
"I resign." I stated.
He smiled. "You couldn't defeat Shane O'Mac."
I grabbed his face and kissed him, at first he protested, but slowly gave in, when he did, I pulled away.
"Seems to me like you gave in." I said. He stood up and went over to the door.
"This is not over." he locked the door and then sat with me on the floor. "I want you with me." he said his eyes blazing. "I don't want to see you with Andrew."
"I'm not with Andrew."
"Not yet." he kissed me, pushing me to the floor. His hands explored my body, and before we knew it twice became three times, this time in my office.
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Present
I'm sitting alone by Shane's side. It's been two weeks since the shooting. He's still out of it mostly due to the drugs. I've spent the time we've had alone with him recapping our relationship, every so often cursing Marissa. She's still out there, airtight alibi. I forgave Shane for what he did, it wasn't really his fault, and she lured him into the lair.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"Yeah Shane, come in." I sighed. "You eaten?" I asked when I noticed him eying up my Chinese.
"No, I'm starved, you got enough?"
"Yes, sit down I'll just be a second." I went into the kitchen and returned with his food. Shane had gone into my crystal cupboard that housed my mother's Italian glasses. Two sat on the coffee table filled with a golden liquid. "What's the alcohol for?"
"Isn't it usual to drink champagne to celebrate?" he asked. I gave him the food.
"You mean?" I calmly asked smiling.
"Yeah, your working for Bischoff." my smile dropped. "No, you're the new head writer."
"HEAD?" I asked wondering what he meant.
"Josh tried to stop it so I told the others about Josh stealing your ideas and Vince was not best pleased. He hired a new writer but made Josh resign and allowed you to have his position." I screamed and kissed Shane powerfully.
"Shane, thank-you so much." I finally said.
"Your welcome, now lets eat." he stated digging into the food. We sat around laughing and joking, I felt great, but I knew I'd very rarely see a WWF event from backstage again. I sat eating and listening to Shane doing impressions of Josh.
"He's lyin', Kara can't write for anythin'." Shane said getting Josh down perfectly.
"This storyline of hers is pretty damn good." Shane countered as himself.
"I'd never take her idea's..." Shane/Josh stopped as someone knocked impatiently on the door. I opened it still laughing, but the laughter died on my lips when I saw who wanted me. His hand struck me across my face. Shane got up and came to my defense.
"Hey!" he said grabbing the other mans hand. "Don't you touch her." I rubbed my stinging cheek.
"Get outta here Josh." I said holding the door.
No, I had my suspicions that you were fuckin', but now I know it's true." he drawled.
"Oh, Josh, this is what friends do. You know hang out, celebrate PROMOTIONS, that sorta thing." I replied sarcastically. I knew Josh had no proof but if he were to talk to my friends, the ammunition would be live.
"No, it makes sense. You see babe, you suddenly get a main event at WrestleMania storyline and then a promotion. It's a lot of prestige to be put on a lowly writer, so either you are screwin' him or you've signed a deal with the devil. Which is it?"
"Josh, the devil or Satan as he likes to be known is actually a really nice guy. In exchange for your soul he'll give you what you want, in my case, your ass out of work and outta my life." I replied slamming the door on him. "Asshole." Shane placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Where did that come from?" he asked.
"That man makes my blood boil, he brings out the worst in me."
"You worked under him as well. Wow, you're a tough cookie."
"Thank-you." I smiled at him; glad he was around. "I'm just gonna make a call, be back in a sec."
"Sure." I smiled and left the room. I picked up the phone and dialed Becki.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Hi, Charlotte?" I questioned
"Yes, Kara?"
"Yes." I said
"I'm sorry about earlier."
"Well. About that, I forgive you, and I've gotten a promotion. I'm now the head writer for the WWF."
"Wow, excellent."
"Yeah, erm but it was actually Shane who got me the job. I just wanted to call and say, don't judge me. I'm not his whore, we're just close friends."
"I understand. Look our dinner's ready, I've got to go. Bye."
"Yeah bye." I smiled into the phone.
"Whose whore?" Shane said from behind me.
"No-ones." Shane wrapped an arm around me.
"Liar, your friends think of you as my whore, don't they?" I nodded; he could read me like a book. "I think more of you than that, remember that. Anyway, it's late and my WIFE will be waiting." he continued. He sounded almost bitter at the suggestion of Marissa. She was hurting him; he refused to accept the inevitable. I wanted to help, but I couldn't. He kissed my cheek, whispered his congratulations and left. By which time Smackdown! had finished.
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I entered Titan at 7am Friday morning and headed towards my old office next to Shane's. It was very quiet, I walked inside and I took in the view, it always provides me with inspiration and allows me to think. Instinctively I grabbed my notebook and began jotting down my thoughts of how the storylines were going. Next week, was Vince was due to return, and get even with his children. The McMahon family was to be hailed as the most dysfunctional family on television. I wanted to be there, at every event watch this develop, but I couldn't. I sat at the desk and after logging on to the network I found an email waiting for me.
'Kara,
I've given you access to all of the areas of the network you'll need. Welcome back.
Shane'
It was dated the day previous, I decided to send a reply, before sending another to the writing department calling a staff meeting on Monday. The reply was simple, a little message stating my thanks. I smiled.
"I knew it." Shane said from the doorway.
"Knew what?" I replied looking at the attractive man.
"That you'd be here. Come on log off your coming with me." I obeyed feeling that it was not going to be bad. He took me down to the writing department and walked me towards an office. He showed me inside and then walked to the blind. Pulling it open he revealed a window that didn't quiet have the same view as the other, but it was a very pretty view. I joined him at the window. I stood looking out with Shane, he smiled.
"Do you like it?" he asked me.
"Yeah, it beautiful." I replied
"Good, this is your office." I expected an office, but I expected it to be Josh's old one. For the first time I looked around. The office was large, with a desk, a large vase filled with pink and white lilies and a leather chair and sofa.
"Sit down." I sat and leaned back. Shane went over to a cupboard and opened it to reveal a large television. "This is so you can watch the events." I shook my head.
"You thought of everything, but this isn't Josh's office so why is it mine?"
"Because, I thought you'd like it, and Dad kind of felt guilty about firing you in the first place." I smiled.
"Thank-you, it's excellent."
"Ah, our new head writer of the creative department." said a friendly voice.
"Since when did the department change names?" Shane asked turning to face his father.
"It's always been called that, Shane, it's just that they always call it the writers department. Unless they're trying to sound impressive." Vince laughed.
"Vince, I did some notes on current storylines and I've sent an email to the department and called a meeting to discuss everything." I passed him the notes. He cast a brief eye over them and smiled.
"You look like you've got everything covered, Shane could you cover the meeting and report to me."
"Sure." Shane sighed.
"Great, well keep up the good work and have a good day. Oh, and Kara I'm sorry." Vince left my new office.
"Right you, I got you a little gift. Top drawer." I looked at him slightly suspiciously and opened the drawer. Inside rested a parcel wrapped in silver paper. I picked it up and placed it on the desk. "Open it." I smiled and carefully unwrapped the gift. I laughed when I saw what was inside, a cappuccino, espresso and filter coffee maker.
"Shane, this is perfect. Your welcome to join me down here for coffee anytime."
"Good. It's eight thirty how about we try that baby out." I took the machine out of the box and I asked Shane to get some milk and water. We brewed the coffee and sat down on the couch. "Mmm, good coffee."
"Shane?" an unfamiliar voice asked walking through the door.
"Marissa, it's customary to knock before you enter a room." Shane reprimanded.
"Sorry, I thought this office was empty." I smiled "Erm, Shane. I need to talk with you."
"OK. See you in a bit Kara." he replied getting up and leaving the room with his wife. I remained seated on the couch and enjoyed the coffee. I sighed happily, all I needed was the perfect guy, actually that wasn't true; I needed the perfect guy to become available. Marissa tapped gently on the door before reappearing.
"Kara, would you like to join Shane and I for dinner next Friday." I thought about this.
"I'd love to." I smiled back.
"Good, if you could arrive around seven thirty, you're more than welcome to bring a date."
"Thank-you." she nodded and left. She was being nice to me and I had screwed her husband twice behind her back. I relaxed and in my usual fashion scribbled down ideas and segments as I thought of them.
At one o'clock Shane resurfaced.
"Hey, have you eaten?" he asked me peering around the door.
"No, I'm not hungry."
"You gotta eat." he walked in and placed two sandwiches on the desk. "What would you like cheese or Palma ham?" I stood up and went over to the desk. I sat on the edge and picked up the cheese.
"Thank-you." I began to eat, enjoying the sandwich.
"What did Marissa want with you earlier?" he asked
"Oh, she invited me to dinner next week."
"Oops."
"Oops?" I questioned.
"I mentioned the incident with Josh the other day, and I think she might have a match making plan."
"Why do you think that?"
"She's invited Andrew Martin as well."
"She asked me to bring a date." I admitted.
"She knows you're single." I rolled my eyes. "OK, so I'm a blabbermouth, I'd like you to find someone."
"Don't you start playing matchmaker for me Shane McMahon."
"Why not, we're friends and I want you to be happy."
"I'm very happy."
"Hmm, but I don't want you to be alone, how long since you've been with someone?"
"Week last Monday." I said smiling.
"You got fired then and.... Oh yeah I remember."
"You mean you forgot?"
"No, how could I forget that. I had a good night."
"Mmm, me too."
"Anyway, Andrew's a nice guy, you should get on really well." I smiled; he was trying to isolate me. He was scared, trying desperately to stop anything more happening between us.
"All right. But you try to fix me up again, I'll kill ya." I replied playfully.
"Oh, the big tough writer wants to take on me."
"Yeah, anyway what so big and tough about you?"
"Do you wanna bring it." he asked me.
"Yeah. Come on then." he lunged forward and knocked me onto the couch. He tickled me and I giggled.
"Submit." he demanded.
"Never." I spat back trying to take an offensive. I managed to get some tickles on the man who was holding me down.
"Oh, the girl fights back." I squiggled out and attacked him.
"Give?" I asked.
"No way." I continued my assault, but in a second he managed to get me. I landed on the floor with him leaning over me.
"I resign." I stated.
He smiled. "You couldn't defeat Shane O'Mac."
I grabbed his face and kissed him, at first he protested, but slowly gave in, when he did, I pulled away.
"Seems to me like you gave in." I said. He stood up and went over to the door.
"This is not over." he locked the door and then sat with me on the floor. "I want you with me." he said his eyes blazing. "I don't want to see you with Andrew."
"I'm not with Andrew."
"Not yet." he kissed me, pushing me to the floor. His hands explored my body, and before we knew it twice became three times, this time in my office.
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Present
I'm sitting alone by Shane's side. It's been two weeks since the shooting. He's still out of it mostly due to the drugs. I've spent the time we've had alone with him recapping our relationship, every so often cursing Marissa. She's still out there, airtight alibi. I forgave Shane for what he did, it wasn't really his fault, and she lured him into the lair.