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Jennifer and I watched with interest. This is the last match. So far everything has been going great. The matches were flawless and the interviews and promos flowed so greatly it sounded like poetry.
If people weren't watching to see what happened, they're definably watching now. Their friends just had to call them and tell them what a great show Shane McMahon is putting on.
Jericho slowly walks to the ring, gathering all the screams. So I guess he's a fan favorite now? Who knows? He slowly gets in the ring and looks at Mike Smith. The two don't know each other, but knowing Chris, he watched all tapes of Mike, and the rest of the talent he's not familiar with, and got familiar with all their moves. Chris is good like that. I hope Mike did the same thing. So far the show has been great, it can't mess up now.
Jericho and Mike lock up. Mike breaks the hold and goes to deliver a neck breaker. Jericho moves out of the way. He's about to move when he's paralyzed by the sound he hears. I also become paralyzed. "No Chances" blares loudly through the arena. It's so loud my ears want to bleed.
Jericho whips around so fast I hope he doesn't get whiplash. His blonde hair smacks him in the face then falls neatly at his shoulders. The devil is on the stage. The old devil with gray hair with some black mixed in. He has on a black business suit. I look down at myself. So do I.
"Well look. It's Chris Jericho. Self proclaimed King Of The World. Nice to see you found a new job. What is the money higher? Or is Jennifer treating you nice?" Vince asks. Chris puts his hands on his hips and waits. Poor Mike doesn't know what to do so he's just standing there nervously rocking back and forth. The crowd is going wild. During all this, I'm wondering how the hell got in here.
"Well whatever the reason, or reasons, I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy. You could have at least had the decency to tell me you were leaving. I made you and this is how you repay me?" Daddy asks pitifully, milking the crowd for sympathetic responses. Some do, others boo. The camera gets a close up of Chris, he's yelling something but I can't make it out.
"Would you like a microphone? I'm sure my money hungry son bought more than one. If not you may use mine. I'll even walk down to the tiny ring and hand it to you." He sounds so friendly yet pained. It aggravates me. I've had enough.
"Get the fucking cameras in here. I can't go out there out of fear for what I'll do the man who helped make me." I direct Jennifer. She nods and runs out of the room. I watch Vince belittle a shocked Chris until I camera finally arrives in my office.
"Get me on the titantron. Now!" I yell. I stare at the monitor until I see Chris in the ring, dad on the ramp and my face behind him on the titantron.
"Hello Vince." I say.
"You still don't have enough decency to call me dad? You don't have enough manners to stay after you made that shocking announcement? You don't have enough sense to sit me down and talk to me one on one like the mature adult I thought you were?"
"Stop playing the victim! I used to call you dad. A dad is someone who loves and cherishes his offspring. Somehow I feel you don't fall into that category. Don't you dare accuse me of being uncivilized and not having any manners or sense. I have so much sense that I am on my way to building a new empire, a new enterprise. One that will blow the WWE, and the late great WWF away! Grandpa would spit on you and hold me on a golden throne. I will make wrestling entertainment what it once was." I say. Dad looks like he just got shot. Even Chris and Mike take a deep breathe and look around uncomfortably.
"Shane I've tried! But I have a wife and two kids. You are single with no kids. I had to juggle a family and business, it's not easy. You just have business. I tried Shane I really did."
"Don't pull that bullshit with me! Steph and I took care of ourselves! You and Linda were never home! I took care of Stephanie! I stayed in on Saturday nights as a teenager so Steph wouldn't be home alone and scared out of her mind. I sacrificed my childhood for you and the family! Stephanie Marie McMahon is MY daughter. I raised her!"
"You know damn well that's a lie Shane. I was home as much as I could be."
"Well it wasn't enough for two kids. You know what dad? While I was home while everyone else was out I researched the business. I looked at worked, what failed, what people liked, what never to do again. That's how I was able to buy this and it will skyrocket!"
"You know where cockiness gets you?"
"I'm not being cocky. I'm self confident."
"Oh Shane."
"Well it's true. Well dad I just want to say the war is on. Get off my stage now or I'll have you dragged out." I say. Dad stands there. I watch as security drags my proud father out of the arena.
Jennifer and I watched with interest. This is the last match. So far everything has been going great. The matches were flawless and the interviews and promos flowed so greatly it sounded like poetry.
If people weren't watching to see what happened, they're definably watching now. Their friends just had to call them and tell them what a great show Shane McMahon is putting on.
Jericho slowly walks to the ring, gathering all the screams. So I guess he's a fan favorite now? Who knows? He slowly gets in the ring and looks at Mike Smith. The two don't know each other, but knowing Chris, he watched all tapes of Mike, and the rest of the talent he's not familiar with, and got familiar with all their moves. Chris is good like that. I hope Mike did the same thing. So far the show has been great, it can't mess up now.
Jericho and Mike lock up. Mike breaks the hold and goes to deliver a neck breaker. Jericho moves out of the way. He's about to move when he's paralyzed by the sound he hears. I also become paralyzed. "No Chances" blares loudly through the arena. It's so loud my ears want to bleed.
Jericho whips around so fast I hope he doesn't get whiplash. His blonde hair smacks him in the face then falls neatly at his shoulders. The devil is on the stage. The old devil with gray hair with some black mixed in. He has on a black business suit. I look down at myself. So do I.
"Well look. It's Chris Jericho. Self proclaimed King Of The World. Nice to see you found a new job. What is the money higher? Or is Jennifer treating you nice?" Vince asks. Chris puts his hands on his hips and waits. Poor Mike doesn't know what to do so he's just standing there nervously rocking back and forth. The crowd is going wild. During all this, I'm wondering how the hell got in here.
"Well whatever the reason, or reasons, I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy. You could have at least had the decency to tell me you were leaving. I made you and this is how you repay me?" Daddy asks pitifully, milking the crowd for sympathetic responses. Some do, others boo. The camera gets a close up of Chris, he's yelling something but I can't make it out.
"Would you like a microphone? I'm sure my money hungry son bought more than one. If not you may use mine. I'll even walk down to the tiny ring and hand it to you." He sounds so friendly yet pained. It aggravates me. I've had enough.
"Get the fucking cameras in here. I can't go out there out of fear for what I'll do the man who helped make me." I direct Jennifer. She nods and runs out of the room. I watch Vince belittle a shocked Chris until I camera finally arrives in my office.
"Get me on the titantron. Now!" I yell. I stare at the monitor until I see Chris in the ring, dad on the ramp and my face behind him on the titantron.
"Hello Vince." I say.
"You still don't have enough decency to call me dad? You don't have enough manners to stay after you made that shocking announcement? You don't have enough sense to sit me down and talk to me one on one like the mature adult I thought you were?"
"Stop playing the victim! I used to call you dad. A dad is someone who loves and cherishes his offspring. Somehow I feel you don't fall into that category. Don't you dare accuse me of being uncivilized and not having any manners or sense. I have so much sense that I am on my way to building a new empire, a new enterprise. One that will blow the WWE, and the late great WWF away! Grandpa would spit on you and hold me on a golden throne. I will make wrestling entertainment what it once was." I say. Dad looks like he just got shot. Even Chris and Mike take a deep breathe and look around uncomfortably.
"Shane I've tried! But I have a wife and two kids. You are single with no kids. I had to juggle a family and business, it's not easy. You just have business. I tried Shane I really did."
"Don't pull that bullshit with me! Steph and I took care of ourselves! You and Linda were never home! I took care of Stephanie! I stayed in on Saturday nights as a teenager so Steph wouldn't be home alone and scared out of her mind. I sacrificed my childhood for you and the family! Stephanie Marie McMahon is MY daughter. I raised her!"
"You know damn well that's a lie Shane. I was home as much as I could be."
"Well it wasn't enough for two kids. You know what dad? While I was home while everyone else was out I researched the business. I looked at worked, what failed, what people liked, what never to do again. That's how I was able to buy this and it will skyrocket!"
"You know where cockiness gets you?"
"I'm not being cocky. I'm self confident."
"Oh Shane."
"Well it's true. Well dad I just want to say the war is on. Get off my stage now or I'll have you dragged out." I say. Dad stands there. I watch as security drags my proud father out of the arena.