Rock, as how he usually was lately, was sitting down on his wheelchair as the guys got ready for Vince's meeting with Ralph. According to Ralph, he wasn't going to bring any one of his friends with him, yet no one believed him and were ready for anything. The cops, on Vince's request, hadn't been called. Not yet, at least. While Vince talked to Ralph, Rock was going to stay in one of the locker rooms in the back; locked up as he controlled everything. Austin and Triple H were disguised as the janitors of the building, much to their disagreement. Mick was the lookout from the back door of the buliding while Kane was the driver of the limo that was going to pick up Ralph at a designed place. Kurt Angle was the person at check-in in the buliding; each of them doing something to look different; like cutting their hair, putting on glasses, etc.
To all of them, they saw it as their time for comeback. The only chance that they would get to get Ralph and his friends; and that was the only chance they needed. Rock wanted to do more than just sit around and tell each of them what to do; he wanted to beat the living hell out of those guys and make them suffer at least one bit of the pain that they had put him through in those months. In just two months, they had put The Rock in more pain and suffering than all of his years in the WWE, including the little incident with the nWo. Security cameras and microphones had been hidden in every entrance, and in every room so he could be checking out if anything went wrong. If it did, he could dial from his new cell phone to the cops. This, of course, was a part of the plan in which Vince knew nothing about.
Since it was just half an hour before Ralph was supposed to arrive, they were all in the 'office' where the talk would be done. At the moment it was just wreslters the ones that were there, yet Vince made his entrance soon. "Guys, I cannot tell you how much your help means. To me and the company, of course. You are doing the right thing, but after this, you better not-"
Kane, frowning, went up to him. "We better not, what?"
Not exactly knowing what to answer, Vince shook his head and gulped; nervous. Austin smirked at Vince. "And who the hell told you we were doing this for you?"
Angle and Triple H nodded, Mick smiling. It was finally Triple H who cleared up what they meant. "We're not doing this for you, Vince." Nodding to Rock, they all turned to him. "We're doing this for you, Rock."
Mick managed to chime in. "And for the people!" Smiling, he gave them his famous 'thumbs up'.
Rock had been looking down, playing with a strap of a 'seat belt' that his wheelchair had come with and was keeping him strapped down to the chair. But at what they said, he looked up at them, shocked to say the least. Had he heard right? For him? For *The Rock*? At their smiling faces, except for Vince's, he couldn't help but smile back and nodded slightly. "Thank you. This is something I'll never forget."
Kurt patted his shoulder gently as they all smiled, but turned serious when Vince's phone rang. Once he hung up, he turned to his wrestlers. "He's ready."
Nodding and ready to do his part of the job, Rock took a hold of the wheels of his chair to be ready to wheel himself out. "Alright, boys. Let's get to work. We've got a bastard that wants an ass kicking; let's give it to him."
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As the limo parked and he got out, Ralph looked around for any cars where the police could be hiding. Or where they would be if Vince had actually squealed on him. Yet, after looking around, he nodded in approval. Not bad... The ride there had gone smoothly; no traffic, barely any red lights... Nothing too much to worry about. The arena was quiet; obviously no one around, yet he kept looking around for any 'surprises'; not finding any after a while. When Vince walked out of his office and saw he saw him, the panic in Vince's face was obvious, no matter how hard he tried to hide it and it only made him smirk even more. "You ready? Or are you going to keep me waiting out here all morning?"
Vince shook his head and opened the door for his office. "Go ahead. Make yourself comfortable. Would you lik-"
"I came for money, 'Mr. McMahon'... I didn't come for little chit-chat or a tea party, got it? Now, where is my money? You have it, right?"
Vince nodded and got up, going to a corner and getting three silver suitcases. "There you go. You can count it, if you want, but I don't know how much time you have in your hands..."
Ralph only needed to open one. "Ah, believe me... I have all the time in the world." He turned to look at Vince. "Besides, you didn't actually think that I'd trust you, did you?"
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Rock was in the control room, looking at everything when he saw the suitcase with all that money. "Holy shit..."
From a walkie-talkie that they had all taken, Angle talked. "What? Did something happen?"
"No, I'm just looking at the money that Vince just forked over. You know, I wonder why we don't get a raise with that money..."
An unknown laugh was heard, which caught all of them by surprise and made Rock reach over for the phone. Kane's voice, however, stopped him and made him chuckle. "I think that's what Vince was trying to prevent us from doing..."
Smirking, Austin shook his head. "Not like that's ever going to stop us. Hey, just one question... Why in the hell did I end up janitor?"
Angle smirked. "When your true calling comes...."
"Ha, ha..."
Mick was heard laughing now. "Hey, Austin. When you're done cleaning whatever you're doing, there's some trash out here you can throw out, ok?"
Triple H's voice, though, caused all of them to focus back on what they were doing. "Would you children cut it out? We've got a job to do, remember?"
Being sarcastic again, Rock rolled his eyes before checking some cameras. "Nah, really? I thought we were just here for the hell of it..." Before he could let any of them answer, he talked again. "Guys, get ready. We've got company."
"Yeah? From where?"
Rock wheeled his chair around to face the man that was stepping out of the shadows of the room; the dim light from the lightbulb of the lamp making Neil look sadistic and evil. "From the control room."
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To all of them, they saw it as their time for comeback. The only chance that they would get to get Ralph and his friends; and that was the only chance they needed. Rock wanted to do more than just sit around and tell each of them what to do; he wanted to beat the living hell out of those guys and make them suffer at least one bit of the pain that they had put him through in those months. In just two months, they had put The Rock in more pain and suffering than all of his years in the WWE, including the little incident with the nWo. Security cameras and microphones had been hidden in every entrance, and in every room so he could be checking out if anything went wrong. If it did, he could dial from his new cell phone to the cops. This, of course, was a part of the plan in which Vince knew nothing about.
Since it was just half an hour before Ralph was supposed to arrive, they were all in the 'office' where the talk would be done. At the moment it was just wreslters the ones that were there, yet Vince made his entrance soon. "Guys, I cannot tell you how much your help means. To me and the company, of course. You are doing the right thing, but after this, you better not-"
Kane, frowning, went up to him. "We better not, what?"
Not exactly knowing what to answer, Vince shook his head and gulped; nervous. Austin smirked at Vince. "And who the hell told you we were doing this for you?"
Angle and Triple H nodded, Mick smiling. It was finally Triple H who cleared up what they meant. "We're not doing this for you, Vince." Nodding to Rock, they all turned to him. "We're doing this for you, Rock."
Mick managed to chime in. "And for the people!" Smiling, he gave them his famous 'thumbs up'.
Rock had been looking down, playing with a strap of a 'seat belt' that his wheelchair had come with and was keeping him strapped down to the chair. But at what they said, he looked up at them, shocked to say the least. Had he heard right? For him? For *The Rock*? At their smiling faces, except for Vince's, he couldn't help but smile back and nodded slightly. "Thank you. This is something I'll never forget."
Kurt patted his shoulder gently as they all smiled, but turned serious when Vince's phone rang. Once he hung up, he turned to his wrestlers. "He's ready."
Nodding and ready to do his part of the job, Rock took a hold of the wheels of his chair to be ready to wheel himself out. "Alright, boys. Let's get to work. We've got a bastard that wants an ass kicking; let's give it to him."
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As the limo parked and he got out, Ralph looked around for any cars where the police could be hiding. Or where they would be if Vince had actually squealed on him. Yet, after looking around, he nodded in approval. Not bad... The ride there had gone smoothly; no traffic, barely any red lights... Nothing too much to worry about. The arena was quiet; obviously no one around, yet he kept looking around for any 'surprises'; not finding any after a while. When Vince walked out of his office and saw he saw him, the panic in Vince's face was obvious, no matter how hard he tried to hide it and it only made him smirk even more. "You ready? Or are you going to keep me waiting out here all morning?"
Vince shook his head and opened the door for his office. "Go ahead. Make yourself comfortable. Would you lik-"
"I came for money, 'Mr. McMahon'... I didn't come for little chit-chat or a tea party, got it? Now, where is my money? You have it, right?"
Vince nodded and got up, going to a corner and getting three silver suitcases. "There you go. You can count it, if you want, but I don't know how much time you have in your hands..."
Ralph only needed to open one. "Ah, believe me... I have all the time in the world." He turned to look at Vince. "Besides, you didn't actually think that I'd trust you, did you?"
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Rock was in the control room, looking at everything when he saw the suitcase with all that money. "Holy shit..."
From a walkie-talkie that they had all taken, Angle talked. "What? Did something happen?"
"No, I'm just looking at the money that Vince just forked over. You know, I wonder why we don't get a raise with that money..."
An unknown laugh was heard, which caught all of them by surprise and made Rock reach over for the phone. Kane's voice, however, stopped him and made him chuckle. "I think that's what Vince was trying to prevent us from doing..."
Smirking, Austin shook his head. "Not like that's ever going to stop us. Hey, just one question... Why in the hell did I end up janitor?"
Angle smirked. "When your true calling comes...."
"Ha, ha..."
Mick was heard laughing now. "Hey, Austin. When you're done cleaning whatever you're doing, there's some trash out here you can throw out, ok?"
Triple H's voice, though, caused all of them to focus back on what they were doing. "Would you children cut it out? We've got a job to do, remember?"
Being sarcastic again, Rock rolled his eyes before checking some cameras. "Nah, really? I thought we were just here for the hell of it..." Before he could let any of them answer, he talked again. "Guys, get ready. We've got company."
"Yeah? From where?"
Rock wheeled his chair around to face the man that was stepping out of the shadows of the room; the dim light from the lightbulb of the lamp making Neil look sadistic and evil. "From the control room."
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