Author's Note: Mad thanks to new reviewer Rayne for the awesome thing she sent me. Well guys, I have to let you know, I'm about to undergo a milestone in my life. This Saturday, I'm going to meet the Hardy Boyz at a book signing. The day I achieved my life dream and met Lita was the best day of my life; I'm expecting this to be pretty high up on the list as well. Hopefully, however, I will do as I did when I met my idol Amy Dumas and nearly pass out from hyperventilation. (No joke; the people working the signing were all freaked out because I'd stopped breathing and kept trying to calm me down...kinda embarrassing, to tell you the truth.) Sorry, I'm getting a little short-winded just thinking about meeting her...I'll continue on now.
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Hunter's eyes were wide with terror. "Fired? Vince...come on. Fired? Isn't that a little harsh?"
Vince got up in his face and snarled, "Get out of my sight or you'll find out soon enough what harsh is."
Hunter backed up, intimidated. When he was a safe distance away, he shouted back, "You'll regret this. This company can't survive without me. I can find work anywhere I want."
"Where, WCW?" Vince mocked as Hunter stalked off. "I'll give you a news flash...there IS nowhere else to work." He glanced over to Raven and smiled, "No offense to your old NWA stomping grounds."
Scott laughed. "None taken. I'll miss them, but, it's really good to be back. Thank you for the second chance, sir."
Vince smiled a little more warmly, abandoning his on-air "Mr. McMahon" persona. "The company's glad to have you back. And once you explained your reasoning, I understood perfectly why you left. Let's just put it in the past."
"Reasoning?" Amy questioned, raising an eyebrow at Scott. "Later," he mouthed to her. Vince caught the little interaction, but ignored it, instead addressing Lita.
"If you want to press charges or anything like that, we can put company lawyers on it."
She shook her head and smiled at him. "Thank you sir, but let's just put it in the past." Vince nodded approvingly.
"Very understandable. Well, I need to be leaving. You all have a nice night." He swaggered away off to his car. As soon as he was out of earshot, Amy turned to Scott again.
"Reasoning?"
"Later," he told her exasperated. "Why don't we all go out and celebrate or something?"
"Fine," she laughed. "But you're not allowed to get as drunk as last time. You're not spending the night in my hotel room again."
"Whoa, how did I never hear about this?" Tommy interrupted, easily misinterpreting the conversation.
Amy rolled her eyes at him. "Not like that."
"Actually," Scott cut in, shooting a glare at Tommy, "I was thinking maybe we could just go grab some pizza or something."
"Fine with me," Amy agreed.
"I'm in," added Tommy.
"Okay then," Raven said, calming down a bit. "Let's get out of here."
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Hunter's eyes were wide with terror. "Fired? Vince...come on. Fired? Isn't that a little harsh?"
Vince got up in his face and snarled, "Get out of my sight or you'll find out soon enough what harsh is."
Hunter backed up, intimidated. When he was a safe distance away, he shouted back, "You'll regret this. This company can't survive without me. I can find work anywhere I want."
"Where, WCW?" Vince mocked as Hunter stalked off. "I'll give you a news flash...there IS nowhere else to work." He glanced over to Raven and smiled, "No offense to your old NWA stomping grounds."
Scott laughed. "None taken. I'll miss them, but, it's really good to be back. Thank you for the second chance, sir."
Vince smiled a little more warmly, abandoning his on-air "Mr. McMahon" persona. "The company's glad to have you back. And once you explained your reasoning, I understood perfectly why you left. Let's just put it in the past."
"Reasoning?" Amy questioned, raising an eyebrow at Scott. "Later," he mouthed to her. Vince caught the little interaction, but ignored it, instead addressing Lita.
"If you want to press charges or anything like that, we can put company lawyers on it."
She shook her head and smiled at him. "Thank you sir, but let's just put it in the past." Vince nodded approvingly.
"Very understandable. Well, I need to be leaving. You all have a nice night." He swaggered away off to his car. As soon as he was out of earshot, Amy turned to Scott again.
"Reasoning?"
"Later," he told her exasperated. "Why don't we all go out and celebrate or something?"
"Fine," she laughed. "But you're not allowed to get as drunk as last time. You're not spending the night in my hotel room again."
"Whoa, how did I never hear about this?" Tommy interrupted, easily misinterpreting the conversation.
Amy rolled her eyes at him. "Not like that."
"Actually," Scott cut in, shooting a glare at Tommy, "I was thinking maybe we could just go grab some pizza or something."
"Fine with me," Amy agreed.
"I'm in," added Tommy.
"Okay then," Raven said, calming down a bit. "Let's get out of here."