"What was that?" I yell. Jenny grips my hand. Chris looks around
nervously.
"Jenny!" Al screams and runs up to us. He nervously runs his hands through his hair.
"What?" Jenny asks.
"Someone, a fan, was shot!" Al screams. Jenny almost falls over but I hold her up.
"Is the fan alright?" I ask. Chris is just standing there in shock.
"Yeah the EMTS have him. He's not going to die, it was in the shoulder."
"I'm going out." I say and drag Jenny out to the ring.
The crowd was a bit nervous but as soon as they see me they erupted. I've never been cheered that much in my life. Too bad it came from such bad circumstances.
I climb in the ring and get a shock of adrenaline. I love it. I live for this. But for now I really have to calm everyone down. I lean over and take the mic that the ring announcer is holding out for me.
"Hello everyone. I am well aware of what has taken place tonight. If you feel threatened, also feel free to leave. However we now have maximum security and I assure you, nothing else will happen. Please stay and enjoy the rest of the show. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused." I say and put down the mic. I take Jenny's hand again and we walk back up the ramp and into the back.
"Whoever is up next go now. The show has got to keep moving!" I say. When we find Chris, he's picking up his dropped magazine. My cell phone suddenly rings.
"Nice speech." The guy says.
"Where are you? Are you here?"
"I know you do not have maximum security."
"Where are you? What do you want?"
"Shane, something else is going to happen. That is, unless you figure it out."
"Give me another clue!"
"You have khaki and another one is, best friends." Then I heard a dial tone. Could he have given me two worse clues?
"Who was that?" Chris asks and rolls up his magazine.
"No one. No one important. Look, when I say khaki and best friends, what do you think of?" I ask.
"Man that's easy! I think-" Chris starts to answer when my cell rings again.
"WHAT?" I scream.
"Tick tock tick tock. Time's running out Shane. Word of advice: DON'T ask anyone's opinion. I will do something drastic. You have an hour." Then he hangs up again.
"Jen, do you have any enemies?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"No Shane. Why?"
"No, nothing. I just, I'll be back." I say hurriedly and run down the hall. I hear Jen and Chris muttering things about me but I ignore them. I don't care what they have to say right now. I have to save people's lives.
~~~~~~~
I find myself down in the basement. I'm a suburb boy! The only thing I know about these kinds of situations is what I see in movies. And what I see in movies taught me that the bad things are always in the basement. So, I went to the basement! Smart, no?
I don't want to turn on the lights. That's always the downfall of the downfall of the hero. I've learned that.
As I creep quietly around the basement I realize nothing is there. Absolutely nothing. I sigh and walk up the stairs. Halfway up I hear a commotion going on. I burst through the door in time to see Chris and Jenny run by. I grab Chris by his arm and they stop.
"What's going on?" I ask. Chris's blue eyes are wide with fear, same with Jenny's beautiful brown ones.
"Someone's setting off bombs and guns are going off everywhere! Shane just run! Duck your head and run!" Chris screams and grabs Jenny and run.
I can't run. I have to find out who's doing this! I HAVE to! Something shiny catches my eyes. I walk over to it and pick it up. It's Chris's WWF magazine. Myself and the Posse are on it. Pete Gas, one of my best friends, has on khaki pants.
BAM! That's when it hits me! Pete's doing all this! If only I could find him. If I could just talk to him I'm sure I could get him to stop before anyone else gets hurt.
"Pete! PETE! Come on Pete where are you? Pete come out! We can talk Pete! Talk!" I scream. Everyone's running past me, grabbing me, yelling at me to leave. I push past them all.
"Pete!" I scream. My voice cracks. "Come out Pete!" I scream louder. I hear a loud bang coming from a locker room. Thinking and acting on pure adrenaline I kick open the door.
Pete twirls around with the gun in his hand and wide eyes. The sweat is pouring down his face. I can feel it pour off mine.
"Pete, let's talk." I say.
"No!" He screams.
"Give me the gun Pete."
"It took you long enough to figure it out! Damnit I always wore khaki! Shows how much you actually liked me after I fucked your sister over and over like the skank bag she is!" Pete screams. I want to yell at him but that wouldn't be the wisest thing to do.
"Pete why are you doing this?"
"Why Shane? WHY? I'll tell you why! I was the most ignored out of our group! Always! In high school you, Joey and Rodney got all the attention! It was the same in WWF. Then one day I get fired? No! Shane it's my turn to shine! While I'm home doing odd jobs you're out here running your own company? No Shane! It's my turn to shine! I'm going to make headlines! Once again everyone will know MY name and they won't forget it!"
"Pete can I have the gun?"
"Why? So you can be in control again! No! You're nothing but a controlling bastard! I'm going to control the situation for once Shane! Not you! Me! Shane, me! It's my turn to shine!"
"You want to shine?"
"Yeah!"
"Give me the gun damnit! I'll give you a job here! Whatever you want! Just give me the gun and I'll do whatever you want."
"You want the gun Shane?"
"Yes."
"Here's your fucking gun." He snaps and points it at me. My heart skips a beat. But it's Pete. Pete Gas. One of my best friends. He'd never shoot me. No. Pete my best friend would never hurt me. I don't know who this guy is.
"You don't want to shoot me Pete."
"There you a-fucking-gain Shane!"
"What did I do now?"
"'You don't want to shoot me Pete.' How do you know! Are you me? No! Don't tell me what I want to do and what I don't want to do!"
"Pete I'm sorry! I didn't realize it. Look, give me some time. We can work this out. Do you want to be the General Manager for SMWO? Pete, you can."
"No! Shane you don't own this any more!"
"Look I can talk to Jenny. You can do anything you want here. ANYTHING. I mean it, honestly. McMahon promise. Just give me the gun."
"I want to get a job because I have talent. Why do you always hand me stuff then take it back?"
"You can start off small here and work up. You have talent and talent gets hired. Come on Pete!"
"No. Shane. I. Am. Good. I. Am. Better. Than. You." Pete says and starts pacing. He's scaring me but at least he's not pointing that fucking gun at me anymore.
What do I say in reply? I mean I don't know what to do. I've been so sheltered my whole life. The most I've ever had to deal with was missing my teenage years to watch and take care of Stephanie while Vince and Linda were away working or on vacation. Nothing major. This is without a doubt the scariest thing I've ever experienced in my life. Luckily I don't have to say anything. Pete keeps going on.
"You know, me, Joey and Rodney were supposed to do this together but they chickened out. Plus they weren't as under appreciated as me. Yeah no one likes me. No one had time to like me. You know why? Everyone's lips were surgically placed on your ass because you're a McMahon!" He keeps talking and pacing. A plan is forming in my head.
What if, while he's pacing and in his own world, I jump on him and wrestle the gun away from him? I mean I've trained really hard and I think I have what it takes to pull off getting the gun away from him. I don't know what he did since the last two years since I seen him but I figure it's worth the risk. I don't want this to be a "what if" situation.
While he's talking I run and spear him. He falls to the floor but doesn't drop the damn gun. My hands snap to his hand and I try to snatch it out of his hand. He brings his head to my hand and bites my hand. I scream and snatch it away. He grabs the gun and a gunshot fills the room.
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"Jenny!" Al screams and runs up to us. He nervously runs his hands through his hair.
"What?" Jenny asks.
"Someone, a fan, was shot!" Al screams. Jenny almost falls over but I hold her up.
"Is the fan alright?" I ask. Chris is just standing there in shock.
"Yeah the EMTS have him. He's not going to die, it was in the shoulder."
"I'm going out." I say and drag Jenny out to the ring.
The crowd was a bit nervous but as soon as they see me they erupted. I've never been cheered that much in my life. Too bad it came from such bad circumstances.
I climb in the ring and get a shock of adrenaline. I love it. I live for this. But for now I really have to calm everyone down. I lean over and take the mic that the ring announcer is holding out for me.
"Hello everyone. I am well aware of what has taken place tonight. If you feel threatened, also feel free to leave. However we now have maximum security and I assure you, nothing else will happen. Please stay and enjoy the rest of the show. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused." I say and put down the mic. I take Jenny's hand again and we walk back up the ramp and into the back.
"Whoever is up next go now. The show has got to keep moving!" I say. When we find Chris, he's picking up his dropped magazine. My cell phone suddenly rings.
"Nice speech." The guy says.
"Where are you? Are you here?"
"I know you do not have maximum security."
"Where are you? What do you want?"
"Shane, something else is going to happen. That is, unless you figure it out."
"Give me another clue!"
"You have khaki and another one is, best friends." Then I heard a dial tone. Could he have given me two worse clues?
"Who was that?" Chris asks and rolls up his magazine.
"No one. No one important. Look, when I say khaki and best friends, what do you think of?" I ask.
"Man that's easy! I think-" Chris starts to answer when my cell rings again.
"WHAT?" I scream.
"Tick tock tick tock. Time's running out Shane. Word of advice: DON'T ask anyone's opinion. I will do something drastic. You have an hour." Then he hangs up again.
"Jen, do you have any enemies?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"No Shane. Why?"
"No, nothing. I just, I'll be back." I say hurriedly and run down the hall. I hear Jen and Chris muttering things about me but I ignore them. I don't care what they have to say right now. I have to save people's lives.
~~~~~~~
I find myself down in the basement. I'm a suburb boy! The only thing I know about these kinds of situations is what I see in movies. And what I see in movies taught me that the bad things are always in the basement. So, I went to the basement! Smart, no?
I don't want to turn on the lights. That's always the downfall of the downfall of the hero. I've learned that.
As I creep quietly around the basement I realize nothing is there. Absolutely nothing. I sigh and walk up the stairs. Halfway up I hear a commotion going on. I burst through the door in time to see Chris and Jenny run by. I grab Chris by his arm and they stop.
"What's going on?" I ask. Chris's blue eyes are wide with fear, same with Jenny's beautiful brown ones.
"Someone's setting off bombs and guns are going off everywhere! Shane just run! Duck your head and run!" Chris screams and grabs Jenny and run.
I can't run. I have to find out who's doing this! I HAVE to! Something shiny catches my eyes. I walk over to it and pick it up. It's Chris's WWF magazine. Myself and the Posse are on it. Pete Gas, one of my best friends, has on khaki pants.
BAM! That's when it hits me! Pete's doing all this! If only I could find him. If I could just talk to him I'm sure I could get him to stop before anyone else gets hurt.
"Pete! PETE! Come on Pete where are you? Pete come out! We can talk Pete! Talk!" I scream. Everyone's running past me, grabbing me, yelling at me to leave. I push past them all.
"Pete!" I scream. My voice cracks. "Come out Pete!" I scream louder. I hear a loud bang coming from a locker room. Thinking and acting on pure adrenaline I kick open the door.
Pete twirls around with the gun in his hand and wide eyes. The sweat is pouring down his face. I can feel it pour off mine.
"Pete, let's talk." I say.
"No!" He screams.
"Give me the gun Pete."
"It took you long enough to figure it out! Damnit I always wore khaki! Shows how much you actually liked me after I fucked your sister over and over like the skank bag she is!" Pete screams. I want to yell at him but that wouldn't be the wisest thing to do.
"Pete why are you doing this?"
"Why Shane? WHY? I'll tell you why! I was the most ignored out of our group! Always! In high school you, Joey and Rodney got all the attention! It was the same in WWF. Then one day I get fired? No! Shane it's my turn to shine! While I'm home doing odd jobs you're out here running your own company? No Shane! It's my turn to shine! I'm going to make headlines! Once again everyone will know MY name and they won't forget it!"
"Pete can I have the gun?"
"Why? So you can be in control again! No! You're nothing but a controlling bastard! I'm going to control the situation for once Shane! Not you! Me! Shane, me! It's my turn to shine!"
"You want to shine?"
"Yeah!"
"Give me the gun damnit! I'll give you a job here! Whatever you want! Just give me the gun and I'll do whatever you want."
"You want the gun Shane?"
"Yes."
"Here's your fucking gun." He snaps and points it at me. My heart skips a beat. But it's Pete. Pete Gas. One of my best friends. He'd never shoot me. No. Pete my best friend would never hurt me. I don't know who this guy is.
"You don't want to shoot me Pete."
"There you a-fucking-gain Shane!"
"What did I do now?"
"'You don't want to shoot me Pete.' How do you know! Are you me? No! Don't tell me what I want to do and what I don't want to do!"
"Pete I'm sorry! I didn't realize it. Look, give me some time. We can work this out. Do you want to be the General Manager for SMWO? Pete, you can."
"No! Shane you don't own this any more!"
"Look I can talk to Jenny. You can do anything you want here. ANYTHING. I mean it, honestly. McMahon promise. Just give me the gun."
"I want to get a job because I have talent. Why do you always hand me stuff then take it back?"
"You can start off small here and work up. You have talent and talent gets hired. Come on Pete!"
"No. Shane. I. Am. Good. I. Am. Better. Than. You." Pete says and starts pacing. He's scaring me but at least he's not pointing that fucking gun at me anymore.
What do I say in reply? I mean I don't know what to do. I've been so sheltered my whole life. The most I've ever had to deal with was missing my teenage years to watch and take care of Stephanie while Vince and Linda were away working or on vacation. Nothing major. This is without a doubt the scariest thing I've ever experienced in my life. Luckily I don't have to say anything. Pete keeps going on.
"You know, me, Joey and Rodney were supposed to do this together but they chickened out. Plus they weren't as under appreciated as me. Yeah no one likes me. No one had time to like me. You know why? Everyone's lips were surgically placed on your ass because you're a McMahon!" He keeps talking and pacing. A plan is forming in my head.
What if, while he's pacing and in his own world, I jump on him and wrestle the gun away from him? I mean I've trained really hard and I think I have what it takes to pull off getting the gun away from him. I don't know what he did since the last two years since I seen him but I figure it's worth the risk. I don't want this to be a "what if" situation.
While he's talking I run and spear him. He falls to the floor but doesn't drop the damn gun. My hands snap to his hand and I try to snatch it out of his hand. He brings his head to my hand and bites my hand. I scream and snatch it away. He grabs the gun and a gunshot fills the room.
*ONE more chapter.**