**Thank you for the review Danielle. Of course I'll update it even if
you're the only person reading this. And yes, my first review scared me
too. The only thing I made out was "DDP". So, first reviewer, if you want
to try it again that would be great. Now I've talked enough.**
"But no! Listen I-"I stop talking and watch as my dad, Vincent Kennedy McMahon JR walks all over the room. His arms are flying from word to word, number to number, number to word and word to number.
"Vince that's all wrong." I try again. He's still flailing his arms everywhere. Poor guy has a case of diarrhea of the mouth.
"No that's not going to work! People are smarter than that!" I object again. He's still not listening. I growl. I hate meetings. No one except Vinnie Mac, God himself, can get a word in.
"Dad that's ridiculous! No one is going to like that! Ratings and money will decrease!" I scream as I stand up and slam my fists on the table. That gets his attention.
"SHANE BRANDON MCMAHON!" He screams at me, his face is red and his nostrils are flaring. I hear Stephanie take a deep breathe across the table.
"Yes DAD?" I ask sweetly, stressing the "Dad" part.
"First, don't ever interrupt me." He says. I snort. "Second use better words instead of trying to shoot down everything I suggest." He finishes. Normally I'd kiss his ass with the Oh I'm sorry's and I'd kiss his feet and everything would go on. Nope. Not this time. I'm pissed.
"Well I tried Vince! I've been waiting patiently then I've been talking, I've tried everything! But you walk around, pointing to all your little words and numbers and we leave when you're done. I mean shows are being written while the cameras are rolling! How would grandpa think of this, what would your FATHER say? You know, the man who BUILT the empire? Why don't you let someone else try something new? Don't get me wrong Daddy, you've done a wonderful job but times change. What was cool twenty years ago isn't cool now. Why don't you let some young, fresh people take a chance? It could work." I say and sigh. Vince stares at me for awhile.
"Now THAT'S ridiculous! Shane go home! Go rest!" He yells. I shove my papers in my briefcase, slam it shut and slam the door behind me.
~~~~~~~~~
"Shaaaaane." Stephanie sings as she opens my office door. I minimize the site I'm on and watch her take long, confident strides across the light blue carpeted floor.
"Yes sweetheart?" I ask. She smiled and sits on my desk again.
"You have to excuse dad."
"No." I cut her off. She looks shocked.
"What Shaney?"
"Why should I close my eyes and ignore it? Stephy the WWE is falling. If the WWE falls, we fall. We have to pick it up. Why do people watch? Story lines and athletism. The athletes have only gotten better, so it's not that. What does that leave? Story lines. Like I said to dad, times and fads change. Stephy you and I, we, know what's going on now. We know what's cool. We could pick this place up."
"Shaney."
"Yes?"
"Dad's thickheaded."
"I'm stubborn." She smiles and ruffles my hair.
"Yes Brandon, you are."
"Marie, don't call me that."
"Well Shane-O-Mac I have to get home. Paul planned a nice dinner. Are you sure you can't come?" She asks as she stands up. I shake my head. Why would I want to go with Steph and her boyfriend Hunter? I'd feel nothing but awkward. So instead I made a date with a TV dinner and a cable movie.
"No Stephy. Sorry I can't make it."
"It's ok. I love you."
"I love you too." I say as she walks out.
~~~~~~~
"Come on." I mutter and look at the timer. My dinner has thirteen more minutes and I'm starving.
"Hello?" I answer my phone.
"Shane you interview a potential roster addition tomorrow at three." Vince says and hangs up. I shrug. Well at least there's a change of pace for tomorrow.
"But no! Listen I-"I stop talking and watch as my dad, Vincent Kennedy McMahon JR walks all over the room. His arms are flying from word to word, number to number, number to word and word to number.
"Vince that's all wrong." I try again. He's still flailing his arms everywhere. Poor guy has a case of diarrhea of the mouth.
"No that's not going to work! People are smarter than that!" I object again. He's still not listening. I growl. I hate meetings. No one except Vinnie Mac, God himself, can get a word in.
"Dad that's ridiculous! No one is going to like that! Ratings and money will decrease!" I scream as I stand up and slam my fists on the table. That gets his attention.
"SHANE BRANDON MCMAHON!" He screams at me, his face is red and his nostrils are flaring. I hear Stephanie take a deep breathe across the table.
"Yes DAD?" I ask sweetly, stressing the "Dad" part.
"First, don't ever interrupt me." He says. I snort. "Second use better words instead of trying to shoot down everything I suggest." He finishes. Normally I'd kiss his ass with the Oh I'm sorry's and I'd kiss his feet and everything would go on. Nope. Not this time. I'm pissed.
"Well I tried Vince! I've been waiting patiently then I've been talking, I've tried everything! But you walk around, pointing to all your little words and numbers and we leave when you're done. I mean shows are being written while the cameras are rolling! How would grandpa think of this, what would your FATHER say? You know, the man who BUILT the empire? Why don't you let someone else try something new? Don't get me wrong Daddy, you've done a wonderful job but times change. What was cool twenty years ago isn't cool now. Why don't you let some young, fresh people take a chance? It could work." I say and sigh. Vince stares at me for awhile.
"Now THAT'S ridiculous! Shane go home! Go rest!" He yells. I shove my papers in my briefcase, slam it shut and slam the door behind me.
~~~~~~~~~
"Shaaaaane." Stephanie sings as she opens my office door. I minimize the site I'm on and watch her take long, confident strides across the light blue carpeted floor.
"Yes sweetheart?" I ask. She smiled and sits on my desk again.
"You have to excuse dad."
"No." I cut her off. She looks shocked.
"What Shaney?"
"Why should I close my eyes and ignore it? Stephy the WWE is falling. If the WWE falls, we fall. We have to pick it up. Why do people watch? Story lines and athletism. The athletes have only gotten better, so it's not that. What does that leave? Story lines. Like I said to dad, times and fads change. Stephy you and I, we, know what's going on now. We know what's cool. We could pick this place up."
"Shaney."
"Yes?"
"Dad's thickheaded."
"I'm stubborn." She smiles and ruffles my hair.
"Yes Brandon, you are."
"Marie, don't call me that."
"Well Shane-O-Mac I have to get home. Paul planned a nice dinner. Are you sure you can't come?" She asks as she stands up. I shake my head. Why would I want to go with Steph and her boyfriend Hunter? I'd feel nothing but awkward. So instead I made a date with a TV dinner and a cable movie.
"No Stephy. Sorry I can't make it."
"It's ok. I love you."
"I love you too." I say as she walks out.
~~~~~~~
"Come on." I mutter and look at the timer. My dinner has thirteen more minutes and I'm starving.
"Hello?" I answer my phone.
"Shane you interview a potential roster addition tomorrow at three." Vince says and hangs up. I shrug. Well at least there's a change of pace for tomorrow.