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Chapter 2
"Oh my. . . the fans. . . the fans will leave! And the ratings. . . oh my, we're doomed! And the press! They'll love this! Next time they see my face it'll be all across the papers! This is not good!"
At this point most of the wrestlers had assembled out side Vince's door, and were listening to him talk to himself.
"I know! What if I flee the country for a few months? They're bound to have forgotten about all of this by then! But what if the wrestlers say something? I'll have to take them with me! If we leave now, the press will never find us!" Vince cackled insanely; with wide, blood shot eyes, his hair standing on end.
"Umm Mr McMahon?" Called Jeff thought the wood. "Im sorry 'bout the show an all. . . I really thought Matt was Edge. . . I didn't mean to beat him up. . . Mr McMahon, sir? Hello. . . ?"
The door suddenly flew open. Vince flew out, and ran halfway down the corridor. He screeched to a halt and turned back to the wrestlers looking at him in fear of their lives.
"We leave at once! Come on! Grab your bags and let's go!" With that he took off again.
The wrestlers stood, dumbstruck, for a few seconds, before they suddenly looked at each other, picked up their bags and ran after their manic manager.
Chapter 2
"Oh my. . . the fans. . . the fans will leave! And the ratings. . . oh my, we're doomed! And the press! They'll love this! Next time they see my face it'll be all across the papers! This is not good!"
At this point most of the wrestlers had assembled out side Vince's door, and were listening to him talk to himself.
"I know! What if I flee the country for a few months? They're bound to have forgotten about all of this by then! But what if the wrestlers say something? I'll have to take them with me! If we leave now, the press will never find us!" Vince cackled insanely; with wide, blood shot eyes, his hair standing on end.
"Umm Mr McMahon?" Called Jeff thought the wood. "Im sorry 'bout the show an all. . . I really thought Matt was Edge. . . I didn't mean to beat him up. . . Mr McMahon, sir? Hello. . . ?"
The door suddenly flew open. Vince flew out, and ran halfway down the corridor. He screeched to a halt and turned back to the wrestlers looking at him in fear of their lives.
"We leave at once! Come on! Grab your bags and let's go!" With that he took off again.
The wrestlers stood, dumbstruck, for a few seconds, before they suddenly looked at each other, picked up their bags and ran after their manic manager.