**Thank you everyone.**
"Mr. McMahon where are the storylines? The talent doesn't know what they're supposed to do later!" Jenny calls at me as she takes graceful strides down the hallway towards me. I down my tenth cup of coffee and unbutton my Armani suit.
"Huh? Oh yes. I haven't been typing up storylines. Can't risk it again." I say fast. My head and hands twitch a little. I'm so wired from all this coffee.
"Well, um, what do I tell them?"
"Have them all come here. I'll explain it."
"Chris says no matter what you say, he's not going out like that."
"I'll also address that problem. Thank you Ms. Chachio."
"You're welcome Mr. McMahon." She says and walks away.
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Later I'm standing in front of everybody and I'm hyped up. I drank way too much coffee. I'm jumping and shaking and looking around everywhere.
I explain everyone the situations for tonight. There's not too much to say. You just tell them who's cutting promos and who is against who. They figure out the rest. They're good like that.
"Before we leave there is one more thing I would like to discuss." I say. Irvine, take off the beanie." I say. Chris says and pulls the beanie off his head. Everyone starts laughing when they see his hair.
"Shut up!" Chris screams.
"Granted that is funny, how many people would like it done to them?" I ask. No one raises their hands or says they would. That's probably because Jeff Hardy isn't here. "Ok then. Who did this? Al I hope it isn't you because we talked." Everyone just sits there. Finally Justin stands up.
"You bald mother fucker!" Chris screams and jumps up. Justin raises his hands and shakes his head.
"I didn't do it but my cell phone is ringing. See?" He says and we all here it ring. "I have to go answer it, it's my wife." He walks out.
"Ok. Now I mean it. Who did it? I will suspend everyone's pay, except Chris's, until I find out who did it." I threaten. John Cena stands up.
"It was me." He says. "And Spike." He adds.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Chris screams.
"Christopher Keith Irvine don't you dare move. I'll take care of it." I warn. Chris sits back down and silently broods. "Why did you do it?"
"Man he put my boxers in the freezer! Then he put them back in my bag and I didn't notice it until I put them on! That wasn't cool dawg!" John says.
"Spike?" I ask.
"He kept calling me short."
"Those are both lies!" Chris huffs.
"Man they were not! The Cena Sack was freezing!"
"Cena Sack?" Chris asks. John shrugs.
"I don't know what to do." I mutter and look at Jenny. Jenny shrugs.
"Suspension?" She whispers. I nod.
"Cena, Dudley, you are both suspended indefinably." I say. They start to complain but I walk out of the room. Chris runs out after me and catches up to me.
"Dude I have a match tonight! A match! The Ayatollah of Rock-N-Rolla, the Hostess With The Mostess, the King Of THE Wooorrrld, The Living Legend- " He calls out in his charismatic voice before I interrupt him.
"Get on with it already."
"I have a match. I can't go out there like this! My hair! I look like Jeff Hardy! Or I lost my mirror! You can't embarrass me like this! Plllleeeeeaaassseee!" Chris begs me in an extremely pitiful voice and latches on to my leg.
"No one will notice Chris."
"No one? NO ONE?" Chris screams and jumps up. He begins pacing back and forth. "Everyone will notice. Everyone is always staring at me. Everyone! I'm so beautiful! I'm so loved. People expect a Chris that is in top shape and I intend to give the people just what they want."
"Chris, stop." I say and grab the older man by his arm. He stops and looks at me. He's breathing heavy and he looks like he's going crazy.
"I can't stop! I'm going to have a nervous breakdown!"
"Don't worry about it. Wear your beanie down to the ring if you would like."
"If it falls off? What if it falls off?" Chris is going crazy. I pull his disgustingly long beard.
"You walk around with this, and this is ridiculous looking. It was a dare. Well you can say you did this to your hair because it was a dare."
"Fine." Chris finally agrees and stomps away.
~~~~~~~~~
"Shane McMahon." I answer my phone.
"Shane are you missing a file?" Someone asks.
"Not right now. Why?"
"Just wondering." The person says and hangs up. I give my phone a weird look and hang up.
"Mr. McMahon where are the storylines? The talent doesn't know what they're supposed to do later!" Jenny calls at me as she takes graceful strides down the hallway towards me. I down my tenth cup of coffee and unbutton my Armani suit.
"Huh? Oh yes. I haven't been typing up storylines. Can't risk it again." I say fast. My head and hands twitch a little. I'm so wired from all this coffee.
"Well, um, what do I tell them?"
"Have them all come here. I'll explain it."
"Chris says no matter what you say, he's not going out like that."
"I'll also address that problem. Thank you Ms. Chachio."
"You're welcome Mr. McMahon." She says and walks away.
~~~~~~
Later I'm standing in front of everybody and I'm hyped up. I drank way too much coffee. I'm jumping and shaking and looking around everywhere.
I explain everyone the situations for tonight. There's not too much to say. You just tell them who's cutting promos and who is against who. They figure out the rest. They're good like that.
"Before we leave there is one more thing I would like to discuss." I say. Irvine, take off the beanie." I say. Chris says and pulls the beanie off his head. Everyone starts laughing when they see his hair.
"Shut up!" Chris screams.
"Granted that is funny, how many people would like it done to them?" I ask. No one raises their hands or says they would. That's probably because Jeff Hardy isn't here. "Ok then. Who did this? Al I hope it isn't you because we talked." Everyone just sits there. Finally Justin stands up.
"You bald mother fucker!" Chris screams and jumps up. Justin raises his hands and shakes his head.
"I didn't do it but my cell phone is ringing. See?" He says and we all here it ring. "I have to go answer it, it's my wife." He walks out.
"Ok. Now I mean it. Who did it? I will suspend everyone's pay, except Chris's, until I find out who did it." I threaten. John Cena stands up.
"It was me." He says. "And Spike." He adds.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Chris screams.
"Christopher Keith Irvine don't you dare move. I'll take care of it." I warn. Chris sits back down and silently broods. "Why did you do it?"
"Man he put my boxers in the freezer! Then he put them back in my bag and I didn't notice it until I put them on! That wasn't cool dawg!" John says.
"Spike?" I ask.
"He kept calling me short."
"Those are both lies!" Chris huffs.
"Man they were not! The Cena Sack was freezing!"
"Cena Sack?" Chris asks. John shrugs.
"I don't know what to do." I mutter and look at Jenny. Jenny shrugs.
"Suspension?" She whispers. I nod.
"Cena, Dudley, you are both suspended indefinably." I say. They start to complain but I walk out of the room. Chris runs out after me and catches up to me.
"Dude I have a match tonight! A match! The Ayatollah of Rock-N-Rolla, the Hostess With The Mostess, the King Of THE Wooorrrld, The Living Legend- " He calls out in his charismatic voice before I interrupt him.
"Get on with it already."
"I have a match. I can't go out there like this! My hair! I look like Jeff Hardy! Or I lost my mirror! You can't embarrass me like this! Plllleeeeeaaassseee!" Chris begs me in an extremely pitiful voice and latches on to my leg.
"No one will notice Chris."
"No one? NO ONE?" Chris screams and jumps up. He begins pacing back and forth. "Everyone will notice. Everyone is always staring at me. Everyone! I'm so beautiful! I'm so loved. People expect a Chris that is in top shape and I intend to give the people just what they want."
"Chris, stop." I say and grab the older man by his arm. He stops and looks at me. He's breathing heavy and he looks like he's going crazy.
"I can't stop! I'm going to have a nervous breakdown!"
"Don't worry about it. Wear your beanie down to the ring if you would like."
"If it falls off? What if it falls off?" Chris is going crazy. I pull his disgustingly long beard.
"You walk around with this, and this is ridiculous looking. It was a dare. Well you can say you did this to your hair because it was a dare."
"Fine." Chris finally agrees and stomps away.
~~~~~~~~~
"Shane McMahon." I answer my phone.
"Shane are you missing a file?" Someone asks.
"Not right now. Why?"
"Just wondering." The person says and hangs up. I give my phone a weird look and hang up.