AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, so the note is here now. First, I want to assure you once again that I LOVE The Rock, and this is just a fic. Actually, it was a nightmare that I actually had (and when I say that I'm NOT kidding. I actually dreamt this and it was...disturbing) and I decided to get it out of my head in a fic and share it with all of you.
DISCLAIMERS: I forgot the disclaimer last time, but you all know that I own... NO ONE!! Usual disclaimers apply. In this chapter I just own Angel, which is half me, and half not. Confusing? I'll explain in the end.
DEDICATIONS: I dedicate this whole fic two of my bestest friends. The author from here in FF.net, Ih8sin and my little bro: J.C. (pen name-The Big Red Machine). Without them two I wouldn't have gotten enough 'courage' to write this right here (the whole fic), so I thank them for helping me not feel so bad about killing Rocky here (even if I feel pretty bad right now about it anyway, but they made me feel...NOT so bad...). Thank you guys!! ::hugs'em::
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Vince McMahon entered the office of the policeman that had called him just a few hours ago. He had flown immediately to Miami to find out everything about how... the unfortunate happened. Everything still seemed like a horrible joke that someone was playing on him. He still expected someone to come out laughing at him saying, "Vince, you fool! You fell right into the damn joke!" but nothing like that happened.
After Vince sat down the officer sat down behind the desk and cleared his throat. "Mr. McMahon, I hate bringing these kind of news, but..."
Vince stopped him and said in a quiet voice, "Can you please just get right to the point? What happened? How did..." Vince just trailed off, stopping himself from saying those words again, and without even saying anything the officer understood.
"He was murdered. He was killed in his own house and apparently it was just when he was arriving because..."
"Wait. 'Apparently'? What do you mean 'apparently', aren't you sure?"
The officer shook his head. "Sir, at this point right now we don't know anything yet."
Vince stood up. "What do you mean you don't know anything?! Isn't that supposed to be your job?"
"Mr. McMahon, please, calm down. That's what we're trying to find out, I can assure you."
Sitting down, Vince nodded. He had to keep his posture. "What exactly happened? Do you know that much?"
"Like I said we don't know exactly...we got a call from one of the neighbors. They had heard some unusual noises and decided to give us a call. When we got there..." He paused and took a deep breath. "The house was just a mess...it was horrible even for us that, in a way, are somewhat used to it. We found him bloody, hurt...he was in horrible shape..."
He stopped since Vince seemed to have gotten the point. Someone knocked and another officer walked through the door. "Mr. McMahon, some people of the press want to talk to you..."
Vince nodded. "I'll be right there."
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Angel walked in her apartment; put the groceries she had just bought on the way back on the counter and threw herself on the couch to just relax. She had just finished turning in her latest article to the newspaper where she worked from and it had taken her all night. Maybe it wasn't the 'big-pay' kind of job, but she loved to write and this would only be the beginning of her writing career, so she just enjoyed doing it. Just when she was starting to drift off to sleep the phone rang. She sighed, picked up the phone and started sorting through the mail next to it. "Hello?"
"Angel? Good. I'm glad I caught you there."
It was one of her friends from work. "Hey, what's up?"
"I know what your next article's going to be." Angel kept throwing the mail that didn't interest her to the garbage can and didn't even answer. "Angel, you there?"
"Yeah, I'm right here. But I already got my next article planned."
Her friend sighed. "Well, I got stuck with this one and I'm sure...well, that you might want to do it."
Angel got up, served herself some coffee and asked, "Why? You got stuck with some lame story again?"
"Haven't you heard anything? Everyone's talking about it. I thought you'd be...well, affected by it."
'Ooops', Angel thought, 'must have had my CD player on too loud again...' "No, I haven't heard anything."
Her friend didn't say anything for a while. "Oh...um...well, check out the news. You'll see."
Angel grabbed the remote, sat down, and turned the T.V on. "Alright, let's see here...Cartoons? Nope... Music videos? Ooooh! I like that one, but I guess this isn't it... Some weird morning show...?" When she got to a news channel she saw a picture of The Rock being shown, and stopped immediately. This just HAD to be it, because every one of her friends knew that if it had Rock in it she just HAD to watch it. All of the sudden the News Reporter announced that... The Rock had been killed?!
"Angel?!" Hello?!"
Numbly she just answered, "I'll call you back." And turned up the volume as she heard the news lady announce: "We regret to inform you that WWF Wrestler and movie star, The Rock, has been found murdered early this morning in his house of Florida. We don't have much report about this as of yet, but be sure to stay tuned for any more breaking news. Wait, I'm getting a report that Vince McMahon, owner of the World Wrestling Federation, will talk to the press in a few minutes. We'll have that when we return."
The commercials all seemed like a blur to Angel since her tears made her vision all fussy. She had watched wrestling since she was a kid and she had never been so 'attached' to a wrestler as she did with The Rock. She just loved him and all this felt like someone had punched her very hard in the stomach and it had driven the air out of her. When the phone rang she wiped her tears away and answered. Luckily it was the friend that had called her minutes before.
"I guess you found out huh?"
More tears flowed as she nodded. "Yeah. Vince McMahon's going to talk right now."
"I'm sorry Angel. I know how much this is affecting you, but I thought you might want to do this article since you're the one that knows the most about The Rock and wrestling, and... You gonna be ok?"
Angel nodded again. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll take the column, but can I call you later? Right now I can't..."
"Yeah, sure. I'll see you later."
Angel whispered a goodbye and hanged up. All of the sudden the commercial ended and Vince McMahon was seen walking out of, what seemed, a police station. The camera flashes immediately started flowing from every side while reporters yelled out questions, just hoping to get some answers. Vince waited for some noise to calm down.
Vince McMahon- "I know that by now everyone knows what happened...The Rock...The Rock was murdered in his house today. Right now the police doesn't know who did it because the killer escaped, but I can assure all of you one thing. I'm going to assure this to you, to everyone watching at home, to the WWF fans, but mostly to The Rock's fans. We WILL get to the bottom of this. One way or another his death will not be a mystery. He didn't deserve this. He was very young and had every kind of opportunity ahead of him, and whoever finished the life of this great superstar WILL be found and will be punished. The WWF will miss him terribly, but like he would say, the show must go on." Vince thanked everyone for coming and left, leaving reporters yelling out questions.
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A MONTH LATER...
The WWF tried and eventually did go on. Fans still missed The Rock sorely, but kept they kept loyal to the WWF. Some Rock fans would still be seen with signs saying how much they missed The Rock. The Alliance on the other hand, kept trying to take over and get rid of the WWF. Shane demanded to be given the WCW Title back, so someone from his company could have it, and of course, that 'someone' was Booker T. Vince had no other alternative then to just give it back, but every WWF member and fan was outraged. It hadn't even been a week since The Rock's death and Shane already was in the ring reclaiming what belonged to HIS Company. The police hadn't found anything throughout the month. They claimed that the killer had been very careful to not leave any traces of who it had been and, since there were no actual witnesses, they were having a hard time figuring out anything.
Angel arrived to the arena since she had an appointment with Vince for a small interview. Vince had been a friend of her father's, but once he passed away the McMahons and Angel had lost any kind of relationship. Of course, she still watched WWF programming, but she never talked to them anymore.
Once in what she thought was Vince's office she waited patiently for Vince to come in and started to scribble around in her notebook. However, when the door opened Angel heard Shane's voice. "Who are you?"
Angel stood up. "Whoa Shane, apparently your manners are as bad as your memory."
Shane stared at her, and after a while said, "Angel! Wow, I haven't seen you for the longest time."
Angel's tone of voice wasn't as happy as how Shane sounded. "Actually, I wasn't looking for you. I was waiting for your dad."
"Oh...well, you got the wrong office then. This is mine." Angel grabbed her stuff and headed to the door. "Angel, wait. Aren't you going to congratulate me? I own WCW now!"
"Good for you Shane."
Angel started leaving but Shane grabbed her hand. Angel jerked away and Shane said, "That's it? 'Good for you Shane'? How about a hug? How about 'I'm happy for you Shane, you're gonna win this!' Or how about a little more respect."
Angel scoffed. "Respect? I lost every single ounce of respect for you a long time ago. And about the 'you're going to win' part, I bet YOU don't even believe it. Besides, you're NOT going to win." As she headed out the door Booker T came up shining the WCW Title that was now on his shoulder. Angel gave him a glare and left.
After she got directions by a referee that was passing by, she went to Vince's office. Once in there Vince was talking on the phone, but signaled to her to come in. Angel sat down and once Vince hanged up he went up to her.
"Oh my, Angel. What a surprise! Once you called I couldn't believe it was you. How have you been?"
They each sat down on a chair. "I've been ok Vince. I moved out of my house and went to live with some friends in Florida. Now I'm a writer for a newspaper."
"Yeah, you mentioned something that. What's your next article about?"
Angel looked at her notebook and then at Vince. "Vince, do you know anything new about Rock's death?"
Vince's smile faded away as he answered. "No. The police haven't found out anything. They think that they might not be able to find out anything."
"What? And just leave his death like that?"
He stood up, grabbed a cup of coffee, and said, "I don't like it anymore then you do, but there's nothing we can do."
Angel stood up and went up to Vince. "Well, for one thing they can start by not giving up..."
"I know. If there was anything I could do I would do it, but..."
When he stopped talking Angel said, "Vince, let ME help."
"Help? Angel, what would you do? You're not a detective. You're not part of the police..."
"I know that Vince, but I want to help, and I know I can do it. Please let me do it. I want to get to the bottom of this. I don't want The Rock's death to go by just like that. Remember what you promised. He didn't deserve how he died Vince." He sighed knowing she was right, but didn't answer. "Vince please. I will find out who did it. Just give me a chance."
Vince thought for a minute and then nodded. "Alright, you can help. You can do your own investigation, but if in a month you don't find out anything that's it, ok?
Angel smiled. "Thank you Vince. I'll find out what we want to find out."
"Just be careful, ok? I don't want you in danger."
"I'll be ok, but once I find out I'll be much better. I'll call you as soon as I find out anything."
They said goodbye and Angel left the office. She took out her cell phone and started dialing the apartment where she lived. One of her roommates answered the phone, and she said, "Hey, I'm not going back home right now. Vince is letting me investigate who the killer of The Rock is."
"Whoa, just like that? Well, good luck then. What are you going to do first?
Angel, starting to walk to another office said, "Talk to Shane McMahon."
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Ok, second chapter ends here. I have the third one written, but not typed YET, so give me some time for that. ^_^ Ok, what I meant that 'Angel' is half me and half not is this: In the dream (actually, NIGHTMARE) *I* was actually IN there, but I didn't want to do that, so I just cut my pen name in half and ta-da! 'Angel' was 'born'! She's a LOT like me, but older and...well, a lot of other stuff that you'll see throughout this fic. Thank you for waitin' for me to babble on about this, but I just wanted to explain. Please R&R!!!!! ^_~
DISCLAIMERS: I forgot the disclaimer last time, but you all know that I own... NO ONE!! Usual disclaimers apply. In this chapter I just own Angel, which is half me, and half not. Confusing? I'll explain in the end.
DEDICATIONS: I dedicate this whole fic two of my bestest friends. The author from here in FF.net, Ih8sin and my little bro: J.C. (pen name-The Big Red Machine). Without them two I wouldn't have gotten enough 'courage' to write this right here (the whole fic), so I thank them for helping me not feel so bad about killing Rocky here (even if I feel pretty bad right now about it anyway, but they made me feel...NOT so bad...). Thank you guys!! ::hugs'em::
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Vince McMahon entered the office of the policeman that had called him just a few hours ago. He had flown immediately to Miami to find out everything about how... the unfortunate happened. Everything still seemed like a horrible joke that someone was playing on him. He still expected someone to come out laughing at him saying, "Vince, you fool! You fell right into the damn joke!" but nothing like that happened.
After Vince sat down the officer sat down behind the desk and cleared his throat. "Mr. McMahon, I hate bringing these kind of news, but..."
Vince stopped him and said in a quiet voice, "Can you please just get right to the point? What happened? How did..." Vince just trailed off, stopping himself from saying those words again, and without even saying anything the officer understood.
"He was murdered. He was killed in his own house and apparently it was just when he was arriving because..."
"Wait. 'Apparently'? What do you mean 'apparently', aren't you sure?"
The officer shook his head. "Sir, at this point right now we don't know anything yet."
Vince stood up. "What do you mean you don't know anything?! Isn't that supposed to be your job?"
"Mr. McMahon, please, calm down. That's what we're trying to find out, I can assure you."
Sitting down, Vince nodded. He had to keep his posture. "What exactly happened? Do you know that much?"
"Like I said we don't know exactly...we got a call from one of the neighbors. They had heard some unusual noises and decided to give us a call. When we got there..." He paused and took a deep breath. "The house was just a mess...it was horrible even for us that, in a way, are somewhat used to it. We found him bloody, hurt...he was in horrible shape..."
He stopped since Vince seemed to have gotten the point. Someone knocked and another officer walked through the door. "Mr. McMahon, some people of the press want to talk to you..."
Vince nodded. "I'll be right there."
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Angel walked in her apartment; put the groceries she had just bought on the way back on the counter and threw herself on the couch to just relax. She had just finished turning in her latest article to the newspaper where she worked from and it had taken her all night. Maybe it wasn't the 'big-pay' kind of job, but she loved to write and this would only be the beginning of her writing career, so she just enjoyed doing it. Just when she was starting to drift off to sleep the phone rang. She sighed, picked up the phone and started sorting through the mail next to it. "Hello?"
"Angel? Good. I'm glad I caught you there."
It was one of her friends from work. "Hey, what's up?"
"I know what your next article's going to be." Angel kept throwing the mail that didn't interest her to the garbage can and didn't even answer. "Angel, you there?"
"Yeah, I'm right here. But I already got my next article planned."
Her friend sighed. "Well, I got stuck with this one and I'm sure...well, that you might want to do it."
Angel got up, served herself some coffee and asked, "Why? You got stuck with some lame story again?"
"Haven't you heard anything? Everyone's talking about it. I thought you'd be...well, affected by it."
'Ooops', Angel thought, 'must have had my CD player on too loud again...' "No, I haven't heard anything."
Her friend didn't say anything for a while. "Oh...um...well, check out the news. You'll see."
Angel grabbed the remote, sat down, and turned the T.V on. "Alright, let's see here...Cartoons? Nope... Music videos? Ooooh! I like that one, but I guess this isn't it... Some weird morning show...?" When she got to a news channel she saw a picture of The Rock being shown, and stopped immediately. This just HAD to be it, because every one of her friends knew that if it had Rock in it she just HAD to watch it. All of the sudden the News Reporter announced that... The Rock had been killed?!
"Angel?!" Hello?!"
Numbly she just answered, "I'll call you back." And turned up the volume as she heard the news lady announce: "We regret to inform you that WWF Wrestler and movie star, The Rock, has been found murdered early this morning in his house of Florida. We don't have much report about this as of yet, but be sure to stay tuned for any more breaking news. Wait, I'm getting a report that Vince McMahon, owner of the World Wrestling Federation, will talk to the press in a few minutes. We'll have that when we return."
The commercials all seemed like a blur to Angel since her tears made her vision all fussy. She had watched wrestling since she was a kid and she had never been so 'attached' to a wrestler as she did with The Rock. She just loved him and all this felt like someone had punched her very hard in the stomach and it had driven the air out of her. When the phone rang she wiped her tears away and answered. Luckily it was the friend that had called her minutes before.
"I guess you found out huh?"
More tears flowed as she nodded. "Yeah. Vince McMahon's going to talk right now."
"I'm sorry Angel. I know how much this is affecting you, but I thought you might want to do this article since you're the one that knows the most about The Rock and wrestling, and... You gonna be ok?"
Angel nodded again. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll take the column, but can I call you later? Right now I can't..."
"Yeah, sure. I'll see you later."
Angel whispered a goodbye and hanged up. All of the sudden the commercial ended and Vince McMahon was seen walking out of, what seemed, a police station. The camera flashes immediately started flowing from every side while reporters yelled out questions, just hoping to get some answers. Vince waited for some noise to calm down.
Vince McMahon- "I know that by now everyone knows what happened...The Rock...The Rock was murdered in his house today. Right now the police doesn't know who did it because the killer escaped, but I can assure all of you one thing. I'm going to assure this to you, to everyone watching at home, to the WWF fans, but mostly to The Rock's fans. We WILL get to the bottom of this. One way or another his death will not be a mystery. He didn't deserve this. He was very young and had every kind of opportunity ahead of him, and whoever finished the life of this great superstar WILL be found and will be punished. The WWF will miss him terribly, but like he would say, the show must go on." Vince thanked everyone for coming and left, leaving reporters yelling out questions.
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A MONTH LATER...
The WWF tried and eventually did go on. Fans still missed The Rock sorely, but kept they kept loyal to the WWF. Some Rock fans would still be seen with signs saying how much they missed The Rock. The Alliance on the other hand, kept trying to take over and get rid of the WWF. Shane demanded to be given the WCW Title back, so someone from his company could have it, and of course, that 'someone' was Booker T. Vince had no other alternative then to just give it back, but every WWF member and fan was outraged. It hadn't even been a week since The Rock's death and Shane already was in the ring reclaiming what belonged to HIS Company. The police hadn't found anything throughout the month. They claimed that the killer had been very careful to not leave any traces of who it had been and, since there were no actual witnesses, they were having a hard time figuring out anything.
Angel arrived to the arena since she had an appointment with Vince for a small interview. Vince had been a friend of her father's, but once he passed away the McMahons and Angel had lost any kind of relationship. Of course, she still watched WWF programming, but she never talked to them anymore.
Once in what she thought was Vince's office she waited patiently for Vince to come in and started to scribble around in her notebook. However, when the door opened Angel heard Shane's voice. "Who are you?"
Angel stood up. "Whoa Shane, apparently your manners are as bad as your memory."
Shane stared at her, and after a while said, "Angel! Wow, I haven't seen you for the longest time."
Angel's tone of voice wasn't as happy as how Shane sounded. "Actually, I wasn't looking for you. I was waiting for your dad."
"Oh...well, you got the wrong office then. This is mine." Angel grabbed her stuff and headed to the door. "Angel, wait. Aren't you going to congratulate me? I own WCW now!"
"Good for you Shane."
Angel started leaving but Shane grabbed her hand. Angel jerked away and Shane said, "That's it? 'Good for you Shane'? How about a hug? How about 'I'm happy for you Shane, you're gonna win this!' Or how about a little more respect."
Angel scoffed. "Respect? I lost every single ounce of respect for you a long time ago. And about the 'you're going to win' part, I bet YOU don't even believe it. Besides, you're NOT going to win." As she headed out the door Booker T came up shining the WCW Title that was now on his shoulder. Angel gave him a glare and left.
After she got directions by a referee that was passing by, she went to Vince's office. Once in there Vince was talking on the phone, but signaled to her to come in. Angel sat down and once Vince hanged up he went up to her.
"Oh my, Angel. What a surprise! Once you called I couldn't believe it was you. How have you been?"
They each sat down on a chair. "I've been ok Vince. I moved out of my house and went to live with some friends in Florida. Now I'm a writer for a newspaper."
"Yeah, you mentioned something that. What's your next article about?"
Angel looked at her notebook and then at Vince. "Vince, do you know anything new about Rock's death?"
Vince's smile faded away as he answered. "No. The police haven't found out anything. They think that they might not be able to find out anything."
"What? And just leave his death like that?"
He stood up, grabbed a cup of coffee, and said, "I don't like it anymore then you do, but there's nothing we can do."
Angel stood up and went up to Vince. "Well, for one thing they can start by not giving up..."
"I know. If there was anything I could do I would do it, but..."
When he stopped talking Angel said, "Vince, let ME help."
"Help? Angel, what would you do? You're not a detective. You're not part of the police..."
"I know that Vince, but I want to help, and I know I can do it. Please let me do it. I want to get to the bottom of this. I don't want The Rock's death to go by just like that. Remember what you promised. He didn't deserve how he died Vince." He sighed knowing she was right, but didn't answer. "Vince please. I will find out who did it. Just give me a chance."
Vince thought for a minute and then nodded. "Alright, you can help. You can do your own investigation, but if in a month you don't find out anything that's it, ok?
Angel smiled. "Thank you Vince. I'll find out what we want to find out."
"Just be careful, ok? I don't want you in danger."
"I'll be ok, but once I find out I'll be much better. I'll call you as soon as I find out anything."
They said goodbye and Angel left the office. She took out her cell phone and started dialing the apartment where she lived. One of her roommates answered the phone, and she said, "Hey, I'm not going back home right now. Vince is letting me investigate who the killer of The Rock is."
"Whoa, just like that? Well, good luck then. What are you going to do first?
Angel, starting to walk to another office said, "Talk to Shane McMahon."
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Ok, second chapter ends here. I have the third one written, but not typed YET, so give me some time for that. ^_^ Ok, what I meant that 'Angel' is half me and half not is this: In the dream (actually, NIGHTMARE) *I* was actually IN there, but I didn't want to do that, so I just cut my pen name in half and ta-da! 'Angel' was 'born'! She's a LOT like me, but older and...well, a lot of other stuff that you'll see throughout this fic. Thank you for waitin' for me to babble on about this, but I just wanted to explain. Please R&R!!!!! ^_~
