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"No we can't rush these things." I argue. Jennifer sighs.
"It wouldn't be rushing! It would be moving things along. We could have this all done by tomorrow." She states firmly. I shake my head.
"Ok so we can. But it would be done sloppy and it would have so many loopholes that my dad, mom or Stephanie would find."
"Shane everything is set up already! I don't see why we have to wait. If everything is perfectly aligned, and we wait, don't we have a better chance of being caught?"
"If we do everything now we have a chance of it becoming sloppy! We can't get cocky Jennifer! How long have I been around wrestling? My whole damn life. I've seen people get cocky and they fell. They were great, on top the world superstars, but they got cocky and lost it all. We can't lose sight. We can't afford it."
"If you want to wait to have all that power, then fine, wait." She says. I smile at the word power.
"It will be done tomorrow." I say contradicting myself. She gives me a confident smile.
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"Shane! Put that down!" My dad barks. He startles me and I drop the ring post.
"Why? I was helping set up." I answer. Before you guys scream and cry, no I was not putting the ring together wrong. I wouldn't do that to the talent. I like them. And anyways, that's just mean and I am not killing someone, or some people, while I am in my prime.
"Shane Brandon McMahon." He begins but I cut him off.
"Shane Brandon McMahon what? What would I have possibly done wrong by helping set up?" I scream. I see Jennifer behind my dad shaking her head and making hands motions for me to shut up. I do. I can't blow it while I'm so close. But I'm scared. Fine! I admitted it. I'm scared. I may have Jennifer's help but I'm basically doing this all on my own. If this doesn't go as planned guess who can just leave? Jennifer. Guess who always has to face the consequences and the people we fucked over? Me. I can't mess up even just a little.
"Sorry." I mutter and walk in back.
"What was that?" Chris Irvine, Jericho, asks. I shrug.
"Man I don't know."
"You're up to something." Chris says nonchalantly. I jump and stare at him.
"What?" I ask, trying to look confused. Thank god I'm not a bad actor like Stephanie was. I think I pull it off.
"Shane O Mac I know you! I know all the McMahon's. And you, my friend, have not been you."
"Who have I been then? Bob Backland?" I ask. Chris crosses his arms and smiles. He chuckles a little.
"Good one Boy Wonder. I'll see around then. I have to go find someone to give a little Vitamin C!" Chris jokes and follows Jackie around to bother her. I shake my head. But in all seriousness it's happening TONIGHT on LIVE Raw. It is NOT messing up.
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I stand behind the curtains. I'm about to go out and reveal my plan. Jennifer's in the ring, walking around talking. Not like anyone's listening to her anyway. They're all staring at her. Good. My music hits and I strut down the ramp.
I climb in the ring and stare at Jennifer. She never takes her eyes off me. We don't like each other, remember? Ha. I lean in to talk on the mic she's still holding.
"Jenny, tell everyone what was going on all along." I say and lean back to stand up straight again.
"People may not know it, but there is a small wrestling organization in Canada called CWO, Canadian Wrestling Organization. Do you know what it's called now? SMWO. Shane McMahon Wrestling Organization." She says and pauses to let it sink in. I smile and take the mic.
"That's right everybody. I, Shane McMahon bought my own Indy Company. I know this may seen like the Alliance but that was all fake. That was an act. This was also an act, but an act of pure genius! Dad you can ignore someone only so long! I am young! I have ideas! I need to be heard! But no! You are too damn pigheaded to listen to anyone but yourself! I am a MCMAHON damnit! When a McMahon doesn't get what he wants he has to go out and get it himself. Isn't that what you always told me when I was younger DADDY? See I listened! You didn't think I did. Well guess what Dad. I bought TV slots. Haha oh yes I did. Guess what times? Monday from nine to midnight and Thursday from eight to eleven. See not only am I confident that I can hold my own the same nights and times as you, I'm confident I can put in more hours. You always did quit early, didn't you dad?" I spit out then slam down the mic. I take Jenny's hand in mine and we walk up the ramp. We ignore all the shocked and yelling superstars and get into our long black limo. Action never felt so damn good.
"No we can't rush these things." I argue. Jennifer sighs.
"It wouldn't be rushing! It would be moving things along. We could have this all done by tomorrow." She states firmly. I shake my head.
"Ok so we can. But it would be done sloppy and it would have so many loopholes that my dad, mom or Stephanie would find."
"Shane everything is set up already! I don't see why we have to wait. If everything is perfectly aligned, and we wait, don't we have a better chance of being caught?"
"If we do everything now we have a chance of it becoming sloppy! We can't get cocky Jennifer! How long have I been around wrestling? My whole damn life. I've seen people get cocky and they fell. They were great, on top the world superstars, but they got cocky and lost it all. We can't lose sight. We can't afford it."
"If you want to wait to have all that power, then fine, wait." She says. I smile at the word power.
"It will be done tomorrow." I say contradicting myself. She gives me a confident smile.
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"Shane! Put that down!" My dad barks. He startles me and I drop the ring post.
"Why? I was helping set up." I answer. Before you guys scream and cry, no I was not putting the ring together wrong. I wouldn't do that to the talent. I like them. And anyways, that's just mean and I am not killing someone, or some people, while I am in my prime.
"Shane Brandon McMahon." He begins but I cut him off.
"Shane Brandon McMahon what? What would I have possibly done wrong by helping set up?" I scream. I see Jennifer behind my dad shaking her head and making hands motions for me to shut up. I do. I can't blow it while I'm so close. But I'm scared. Fine! I admitted it. I'm scared. I may have Jennifer's help but I'm basically doing this all on my own. If this doesn't go as planned guess who can just leave? Jennifer. Guess who always has to face the consequences and the people we fucked over? Me. I can't mess up even just a little.
"Sorry." I mutter and walk in back.
"What was that?" Chris Irvine, Jericho, asks. I shrug.
"Man I don't know."
"You're up to something." Chris says nonchalantly. I jump and stare at him.
"What?" I ask, trying to look confused. Thank god I'm not a bad actor like Stephanie was. I think I pull it off.
"Shane O Mac I know you! I know all the McMahon's. And you, my friend, have not been you."
"Who have I been then? Bob Backland?" I ask. Chris crosses his arms and smiles. He chuckles a little.
"Good one Boy Wonder. I'll see around then. I have to go find someone to give a little Vitamin C!" Chris jokes and follows Jackie around to bother her. I shake my head. But in all seriousness it's happening TONIGHT on LIVE Raw. It is NOT messing up.
~~~~~~~
I stand behind the curtains. I'm about to go out and reveal my plan. Jennifer's in the ring, walking around talking. Not like anyone's listening to her anyway. They're all staring at her. Good. My music hits and I strut down the ramp.
I climb in the ring and stare at Jennifer. She never takes her eyes off me. We don't like each other, remember? Ha. I lean in to talk on the mic she's still holding.
"Jenny, tell everyone what was going on all along." I say and lean back to stand up straight again.
"People may not know it, but there is a small wrestling organization in Canada called CWO, Canadian Wrestling Organization. Do you know what it's called now? SMWO. Shane McMahon Wrestling Organization." She says and pauses to let it sink in. I smile and take the mic.
"That's right everybody. I, Shane McMahon bought my own Indy Company. I know this may seen like the Alliance but that was all fake. That was an act. This was also an act, but an act of pure genius! Dad you can ignore someone only so long! I am young! I have ideas! I need to be heard! But no! You are too damn pigheaded to listen to anyone but yourself! I am a MCMAHON damnit! When a McMahon doesn't get what he wants he has to go out and get it himself. Isn't that what you always told me when I was younger DADDY? See I listened! You didn't think I did. Well guess what Dad. I bought TV slots. Haha oh yes I did. Guess what times? Monday from nine to midnight and Thursday from eight to eleven. See not only am I confident that I can hold my own the same nights and times as you, I'm confident I can put in more hours. You always did quit early, didn't you dad?" I spit out then slam down the mic. I take Jenny's hand in mine and we walk up the ramp. We ignore all the shocked and yelling superstars and get into our long black limo. Action never felt so damn good.