**Happy belated birthday to Deb. This chapter is for you.**
I smile. A week has passed and my lawyer called to inform me Jenny has taken the company. He asked if I had any second thoughts. I told him I didn't. Of course I didn't. I want the company out of my hands. I want to sit back and relax, to try to get myself back together. With Jenny having the company I know I can get back in any time and I know where Jenny is at all times. I smile. Great plan.
I lean over and pick up my ringing phone.
"Hello?"
"Shane! It's happening!" Jenny whispers nervously on the other line.
"What?"
"In the past two days there have been four physical fights between the talents. I seen Al Snow snooping through my desk but he didn't see me. I've also seen five of my good storylines being used on WWE TV, as I'M using them myself. It's not Al though. Well I don't think it is. Shane, I need you to come back. I don't know what to do."
"Jennifer, I want to come back. But I can't. My mind is frayed. I can't think straight. If I come back I'd do nothing but mess everything up."
"Chris almost stabbed Credible! I pushed Justin out of the way and Shane, the knife grazed my shoulder. I was bleeding. Chris apologized profusely. I'm fine now. But this wouldn't have happened if you were here!"
"CHRIS DID WHAT?"
"Justin was provoking him! First his hair, then he put Nair in his body wash and Chris says his whole body is as smooth a baby's ass. Justin loosened the ring posts right before Chris's match. Justin has done a lot of things. And Shane I've tried to stop it. I did. But who's going to listen to me? I'm a small weakling. They don't what I do or say." She's pleading now, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Where's Chris now?"
"He's still her. I have him and Justin in separate rooms and they will never work together. I can't suspend them. I need all the help and talent I can get."
"Don't pay them."
"What?"
"Don't pay any of them. Tell them they will not get paid until they start acting like adults."
"Shane they'll quit!"
"I guarantee they won't. And if they do that's fine. Scrap Shane McMahon Wrestling Organization. Maybe some time down the future we can make something else."
"I can try it Shane."
"Baby, now I have to go somewhere. Promise me you'll lay down the line."
"I promise."
"Ok I have to go now."
"Good bye Shane."
"Love you Jenny, Good bye." I say quickly and hang up.
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I circle the house for the sixth time. It's small and white with black shutters. It has a white picket fence and the lawn is neatly trimmed. It's the All American House. Stephanie and Paul live inside.
Stephanie's home and Paul's on the road. I did my research before I came here. Right now Steph's probably upstairs, in the third door on the left, her office, hard at work. Her fake nails are probably flying across the keyboard.
I park the car and climb out. I swing my key ring on my index finger. I hope they didn't change the locks. Nah. Of course they didn't.
I walk up the steps and slide the key in the keyhole. I turn it and hear the pop. The door swings open soundlessly. Of course it does. This is Stephanie's. Of course it's perfect.
I walk silently into the kitchen. It's beautiful. It has the whole black and white marble scheme. Everything glistens like it was just washed two minutes ago.
I step on the carpet of the all blue living room. On the far corner, Stephanie's laying on the midnight blue couch with the remote in her hand. A pink face cloth is draped on her forehead and her other hand is over it. She doesn't notice me. She continues to flip channels.
I stand there until I hear Chris yelling on the TV. Al Snow yells back. I guess they're in a storyline together. My head starts pounding and I can't handle it. Without meaning to, I gasp. On the couch Steph jumps up with a start.
"SHANE!" She yells. She looks excited then disappointed.
"Steph, we're talking."
"About what?"
"Why must you steal SMWO's storylines?"
"I'm not."
"Stephanie Marie McMahon I know you are. Just admit it. You don't have to apologize. I just want you to admit it and stop it."
"Shane, rest assured that if I did it, I would confess, apologize, and stop because you confronted me."
"If you didn't do it then who is?"
"I don't know."
"Stephanie answer me!"
"Get out Shane!"
"I'm not leaving!" Steph grabs the phone.
"Get out or I'm calling the cops."
"Call them." I dare her. After she presses 9-1-1 on the small black cordless phone I turn and run from the house. I jump in my car and speed off.
I smile. A week has passed and my lawyer called to inform me Jenny has taken the company. He asked if I had any second thoughts. I told him I didn't. Of course I didn't. I want the company out of my hands. I want to sit back and relax, to try to get myself back together. With Jenny having the company I know I can get back in any time and I know where Jenny is at all times. I smile. Great plan.
I lean over and pick up my ringing phone.
"Hello?"
"Shane! It's happening!" Jenny whispers nervously on the other line.
"What?"
"In the past two days there have been four physical fights between the talents. I seen Al Snow snooping through my desk but he didn't see me. I've also seen five of my good storylines being used on WWE TV, as I'M using them myself. It's not Al though. Well I don't think it is. Shane, I need you to come back. I don't know what to do."
"Jennifer, I want to come back. But I can't. My mind is frayed. I can't think straight. If I come back I'd do nothing but mess everything up."
"Chris almost stabbed Credible! I pushed Justin out of the way and Shane, the knife grazed my shoulder. I was bleeding. Chris apologized profusely. I'm fine now. But this wouldn't have happened if you were here!"
"CHRIS DID WHAT?"
"Justin was provoking him! First his hair, then he put Nair in his body wash and Chris says his whole body is as smooth a baby's ass. Justin loosened the ring posts right before Chris's match. Justin has done a lot of things. And Shane I've tried to stop it. I did. But who's going to listen to me? I'm a small weakling. They don't what I do or say." She's pleading now, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Where's Chris now?"
"He's still her. I have him and Justin in separate rooms and they will never work together. I can't suspend them. I need all the help and talent I can get."
"Don't pay them."
"What?"
"Don't pay any of them. Tell them they will not get paid until they start acting like adults."
"Shane they'll quit!"
"I guarantee they won't. And if they do that's fine. Scrap Shane McMahon Wrestling Organization. Maybe some time down the future we can make something else."
"I can try it Shane."
"Baby, now I have to go somewhere. Promise me you'll lay down the line."
"I promise."
"Ok I have to go now."
"Good bye Shane."
"Love you Jenny, Good bye." I say quickly and hang up.
~~~~~~~~
I circle the house for the sixth time. It's small and white with black shutters. It has a white picket fence and the lawn is neatly trimmed. It's the All American House. Stephanie and Paul live inside.
Stephanie's home and Paul's on the road. I did my research before I came here. Right now Steph's probably upstairs, in the third door on the left, her office, hard at work. Her fake nails are probably flying across the keyboard.
I park the car and climb out. I swing my key ring on my index finger. I hope they didn't change the locks. Nah. Of course they didn't.
I walk up the steps and slide the key in the keyhole. I turn it and hear the pop. The door swings open soundlessly. Of course it does. This is Stephanie's. Of course it's perfect.
I walk silently into the kitchen. It's beautiful. It has the whole black and white marble scheme. Everything glistens like it was just washed two minutes ago.
I step on the carpet of the all blue living room. On the far corner, Stephanie's laying on the midnight blue couch with the remote in her hand. A pink face cloth is draped on her forehead and her other hand is over it. She doesn't notice me. She continues to flip channels.
I stand there until I hear Chris yelling on the TV. Al Snow yells back. I guess they're in a storyline together. My head starts pounding and I can't handle it. Without meaning to, I gasp. On the couch Steph jumps up with a start.
"SHANE!" She yells. She looks excited then disappointed.
"Steph, we're talking."
"About what?"
"Why must you steal SMWO's storylines?"
"I'm not."
"Stephanie Marie McMahon I know you are. Just admit it. You don't have to apologize. I just want you to admit it and stop it."
"Shane, rest assured that if I did it, I would confess, apologize, and stop because you confronted me."
"If you didn't do it then who is?"
"I don't know."
"Stephanie answer me!"
"Get out Shane!"
"I'm not leaving!" Steph grabs the phone.
"Get out or I'm calling the cops."
"Call them." I dare her. After she presses 9-1-1 on the small black cordless phone I turn and run from the house. I jump in my car and speed off.