Vince walked in the room Rock had been taken to after he left the Intensive Care Unit. His health was improving, but he couldn't be let out of the hospital yet. The minute Vince took a step in the room, he walked slowly, not sure Rock would be awake or not.
Suddenly, a deep voice came from the bed, giving Vince his answer. "What are you doing here, Vince? Last time you came was one time too many..."
Vince walked to the bed and sat on the chair Triple H had been sitting on days before. "Well... I just wanted to see how you were, and...see if you needed something...?"
Rock scoffed. "Believe me, Vince. You've done enough, so you can just get your ass on out of here."
"Rock-"
"Vince, you asked, so just get the hell out of here."
Getting tired of being turned down, Vince sighed. "Rock, I'll see that whoever did this to you pays for it."
"Sure. And how are you planning on doing that? Magic?"
Vince looked at Rock for a while, feeling almost sorry for him. No one knew when or if he'd make a complete recovery and be the same that he was before. As if sensing the pity look he was getting, Rock looked up at him as best as he could, since he was laying on his stomach, and glared at him. Vince, immediately sensing the glare, cleared his throat. "Believe me, Rock. We'll just get them."
Rock, still glaring, almost growled as he tried to look up as best as he could. "I asked you *how*, you moron..."
"How? Well... They'll be coming to meet me in three weeks, and then, we'll be ready for them!"
Rock kept glaring up at his boss. Vince had some evil smirk on his face when he said that those bastards would be going to meet him, but, quite frankly, he was actually used to that smirk. "Vince, who the hell is 'we'? The police? Last time I checked you were anything *but* a cop."
Vince's smirk went away at the last question. "Uh... Well... If we call the cops, Rock, everyone will know what I did. Everyone will know that I gambled and that I paid gangsters. That that's why you're here. Just imagine the scandal in all that. The WWF would go down the drain, and you know that as well as I do!"
The glare that had been in Rock's eyes intensified as Vince gave his small 'speech'. The WWF was going to go down the drain...? Was he listening this from the man that was responsible for him being crippled on a hospital bed for all this time!? "Is that all you can think-... You know what? Forget it. You are Vince McMahon. I don't need your pity calls. I don't need your little visits or you trying to make it up to me by asking just what I need. I need *nothing* from you, you hear that? *Nothing*! Now get your ass on out of here before I call security, Vince. I don't want to see you around here for as long as I'm here. Your business might go down the drain if this whole gang stuff becomes publicized, but *my life* has already taken that path. And if you don't want to see yours do the same, I'd suggest leaving to the count of three. One..."
"Rock, come-"
"Two..."
Just before Rock was about to say three, Vince frowned and stepped back. "Fine. Have it your way. The day you want to come back, you know where to reach me." With that, he turned around and left, leaving Rock fuming in anger and turning his hands into tight fists.
~~~~
Vince stomped in his office, slamming the door shut. Who the hell did "The Rock" think he was anyway?! He should feel lucky that Vince McMahon is willing to help him, right? But no... The man was just too stupid and too stubborn to listen!
"Hey, Vince... What, your day was as crummy as before?"
Vince jumped up in surprise, not expecting anyone in his office. He turned quickly to where the voice had come from and saw that Triple H, Mick, Austin and Angle were there; one standing in each corner. How had he missed them...? "What the hell do you want now? I am in no mood for a comference. And, Angle? What the hell are you doing? I thought you were in my side!"
Kurt simply smirked, leaning against the wall. "Please, VInce... Survival of the fittest, right? You taught me that. If I don't do anything to ensure my safety, I will probably end up how Rock is. I have to 'move along with the flow', and this time... Well, the flow's against you."
Vince's eyes widened in shock when he heard that. Triple H smirked at his expression and just shook his head. "Vince, Vince... You never learn... All these years... You should see a betrayal coming from a mile away in this company!"
Mick, grinning as usual, shook his head. "Why don't we just get on with this. Vince, we know those...'gentlemen' are going to come to see you, and-"
"How do you know that!?"
Austin scoffed at Vince. "Oh, come on! Who the hell doesn't know it here? And shut up, VInce! You claim to have all that damn money and you have no respect for someone talking?!" Austin walked to Vince and smacked him over the head before turning to Mick. "Go ahead, Mick."
Mick just shook his head at Vince and continued. "We're in this too. This is our company and we're going to protect it. Just push that 'visit' to when Rock comes back."
Triple H nodded in agreement. "We want him to be here and see this first hand. Got it, Vince?"
Vince, suddenly relieved at the news of them helping and not using the cops, nodded in relief. "Got it. Boys...it seems like we got a plan!" With that, he wrapped his left arm around Kurt's neck and his right arm around Austin's.
Kurt frowned at him. "What in the hell..."
Austin, glaring, pushed Vince away. "Get your fuckin' hands off of me...!"
Triple H smirked and shook his head. Soon, everything would end for that 'gang'. Very soon...
Suddenly, a deep voice came from the bed, giving Vince his answer. "What are you doing here, Vince? Last time you came was one time too many..."
Vince walked to the bed and sat on the chair Triple H had been sitting on days before. "Well... I just wanted to see how you were, and...see if you needed something...?"
Rock scoffed. "Believe me, Vince. You've done enough, so you can just get your ass on out of here."
"Rock-"
"Vince, you asked, so just get the hell out of here."
Getting tired of being turned down, Vince sighed. "Rock, I'll see that whoever did this to you pays for it."
"Sure. And how are you planning on doing that? Magic?"
Vince looked at Rock for a while, feeling almost sorry for him. No one knew when or if he'd make a complete recovery and be the same that he was before. As if sensing the pity look he was getting, Rock looked up at him as best as he could, since he was laying on his stomach, and glared at him. Vince, immediately sensing the glare, cleared his throat. "Believe me, Rock. We'll just get them."
Rock, still glaring, almost growled as he tried to look up as best as he could. "I asked you *how*, you moron..."
"How? Well... They'll be coming to meet me in three weeks, and then, we'll be ready for them!"
Rock kept glaring up at his boss. Vince had some evil smirk on his face when he said that those bastards would be going to meet him, but, quite frankly, he was actually used to that smirk. "Vince, who the hell is 'we'? The police? Last time I checked you were anything *but* a cop."
Vince's smirk went away at the last question. "Uh... Well... If we call the cops, Rock, everyone will know what I did. Everyone will know that I gambled and that I paid gangsters. That that's why you're here. Just imagine the scandal in all that. The WWF would go down the drain, and you know that as well as I do!"
The glare that had been in Rock's eyes intensified as Vince gave his small 'speech'. The WWF was going to go down the drain...? Was he listening this from the man that was responsible for him being crippled on a hospital bed for all this time!? "Is that all you can think-... You know what? Forget it. You are Vince McMahon. I don't need your pity calls. I don't need your little visits or you trying to make it up to me by asking just what I need. I need *nothing* from you, you hear that? *Nothing*! Now get your ass on out of here before I call security, Vince. I don't want to see you around here for as long as I'm here. Your business might go down the drain if this whole gang stuff becomes publicized, but *my life* has already taken that path. And if you don't want to see yours do the same, I'd suggest leaving to the count of three. One..."
"Rock, come-"
"Two..."
Just before Rock was about to say three, Vince frowned and stepped back. "Fine. Have it your way. The day you want to come back, you know where to reach me." With that, he turned around and left, leaving Rock fuming in anger and turning his hands into tight fists.
~~~~
Vince stomped in his office, slamming the door shut. Who the hell did "The Rock" think he was anyway?! He should feel lucky that Vince McMahon is willing to help him, right? But no... The man was just too stupid and too stubborn to listen!
"Hey, Vince... What, your day was as crummy as before?"
Vince jumped up in surprise, not expecting anyone in his office. He turned quickly to where the voice had come from and saw that Triple H, Mick, Austin and Angle were there; one standing in each corner. How had he missed them...? "What the hell do you want now? I am in no mood for a comference. And, Angle? What the hell are you doing? I thought you were in my side!"
Kurt simply smirked, leaning against the wall. "Please, VInce... Survival of the fittest, right? You taught me that. If I don't do anything to ensure my safety, I will probably end up how Rock is. I have to 'move along with the flow', and this time... Well, the flow's against you."
Vince's eyes widened in shock when he heard that. Triple H smirked at his expression and just shook his head. "Vince, Vince... You never learn... All these years... You should see a betrayal coming from a mile away in this company!"
Mick, grinning as usual, shook his head. "Why don't we just get on with this. Vince, we know those...'gentlemen' are going to come to see you, and-"
"How do you know that!?"
Austin scoffed at Vince. "Oh, come on! Who the hell doesn't know it here? And shut up, VInce! You claim to have all that damn money and you have no respect for someone talking?!" Austin walked to Vince and smacked him over the head before turning to Mick. "Go ahead, Mick."
Mick just shook his head at Vince and continued. "We're in this too. This is our company and we're going to protect it. Just push that 'visit' to when Rock comes back."
Triple H nodded in agreement. "We want him to be here and see this first hand. Got it, Vince?"
Vince, suddenly relieved at the news of them helping and not using the cops, nodded in relief. "Got it. Boys...it seems like we got a plan!" With that, he wrapped his left arm around Kurt's neck and his right arm around Austin's.
Kurt frowned at him. "What in the hell..."
Austin, glaring, pushed Vince away. "Get your fuckin' hands off of me...!"
Triple H smirked and shook his head. Soon, everything would end for that 'gang'. Very soon...
