I wake up and sit bolt upright. Flicking on the light I realise I'm alone in bed. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, I remember my conversation with Kara. She wanted me to go back to the ring, I pick up the phone by my bed and call my parents.
"'Lo?" Pops answers sleepily.
"Dad, it's me." I say.
"Shane what the hell are you doing calling me at three in the morning?" he snarls.
"Dad, I wanna get back in the ring."
"So you choose now to tell me?"
"Dad, I can't explain it. But, Kara talked to me and told me to live."
"Shane, have you thought about your daughter?"
"Yes, I can do what I used to. Be away Monday and Tuesday and Sundays for pay-per-views. Thalia can have a tutor or can stay in school and I can have a nanny for her the days I'm away." I was talking rapidly. "Please."
"Talk to me tomorrow Shane and get a haircut."
"Thanks, sorry Dad. Bye."
"Yeah, bye."I hang up and smile, turning over I turn out the light and return to sleep.
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I hurry to get Thalia to school so I can go to work before my father. I drop my daughter off at her friend Gina's so they can walk together. I drive into the office and rush to Dad's office. I'm sat in his chair when he arrives.
"Shane, are you feeling alright?" is his greeting.
"Sure, I feel great." I say spinning around in the comfortable leather chair.
"Get outta my chair." Dad's Mr McMahon's voice commands. I obey and move to the other chair. Dad places his briefcase on the desk and sits in his chair. "So, you want to get back in the ring?"
"Yep."
"Shane, you've been gone eight years. Why the sudden change?"
"I had a dream, Kara told me to get on and get back in the ring."
"Well, I.. I don't know what to say," he sounded suprised.
"Say that you're going to call a meeting to discuss it."
"Yes, I will. But, this is sudden. Last time I asked you, you were adamant that you wanted no part of it."
"Like I said I dreamt of Kara telling my to follow my heart and get back it the ring. I thought I could come back to put my dear family back in place. You, Stephy and Drew are way too powerful at the moment." I explained
"Fine, but what about my granddaughter?" Dad has always been protective of Thalia.
"I told ya last night, I will either bring her with me and she can have her own personal tutor or she can have a nanny when I'm not here." I explain.
"Fine, you're a McMahon and I we can't have our minds changed."
"True." I agree.
"I'll call a meeting this afternoon for your return next pay-per-view."
"DAD!!!!"
"What? Oh, no. We're not rushing this."
"I want to be back on Monday."
"Hey, big bro." Stephanie calls from the doorway. "You want to come back?"
"Yes he does, on Monday." Dad answers for me.
"Wow, good for you, Shane," my sister smiles.
"Don't encourage him."
"Thanks Steph. I'll see you at the meeting Pops. Bye." I start to leave the room.
"If you're coming back, get a damned haircut." I shake my head and leave smiling.
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The meeting with the writers is trailing on. This is the first I've attended since Kara left and God, they've got boring. I sip on my coffee, proof that some things never change.
"Now, Mr McMahon, you wish to return?" the head writer says.
"Shane, please," I sigh, another thing that hasn't changed. "Yes, I do want to return, on Monday."
"This Monday?" someone asks me incredulously.
"Yeah, that isn't a problem is it?" I question.
"Not if we work nights and all weekend." the head writer mutters.
"Just make it happen." I order. I smile and lay out my plan with the storyline. "Done." I finish and sit through another forty minutes of absolute boredom.