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We followed him through the many halls in the arena, walking past many staring faces. Everyone was wondering the same thing, what happened between thoes two that was so bad it would cause them to break script and get into trouble. I felt the eyes burn right through me. I wanted to scream,'stop looking at us!' We finally made it into his gigantic office. He opened the door, stalked in, and plomped into his oversized office chair. He motioned for us to sit in the two wood chairs opposite him. Brock and I quietly sat.
Vince looked like he was about to explode. His face was burning with anger, and I could see the vain poping out of his forehead. He took three deep breaths before begining to speak. "What the heck happened out there?" He didn't sound any calmer than he had when he told us to come to his office.
"I don't know, he's the one who broke script out there. So ask him," I snapped.
"If you hadn't been making out before the show with Rey I wouldn't have broke script," Brock yelled.
"I wasn't. I was in his room talking to him. Brock, You can't buy my love," I screamed back.
"Ok, I don't care if you are fighting about your love life, but DON'T BRING IT INTO THE RING. Now you're lucky it was only at a house show. But now we're going to have to write you being with Rey into the script. I'm not exactly happy about this. So now I'd like to thank the both of you because thanks to your actions out there, I have to pull an all nighter rewriting Sunday nights script. And don't be fooled, you both are on probation, one more mess up and you're fired. Do I make myself clear?" Vince said very angerly.
"I'm sorry Mr. McMahon. If you want me to help you I'm willing to help," I offered, hanging my head down. I felt bad, but it really wasn't my fault.
"No, you weren't the one who broke script. It will be ok. You are dismissed now," Vince said waving his hands to signal for us to leave. Brock and I both raised and walked out of the room.
"Thanks for getting me in trouble," he said to me.
"You got yourself into trouble. Brock, please just realize that we are through," I said and then walked off. I ran as fast as I could through the many halls until I found Stephanie's office. I knocked, and she called for me to come in. I slowly opened the metal door.
"Steph, I need to talk..." I stopped midsentance when I saw Steph and Paul sitting on the leather couch when I opened the door. Stephanie's hair was a mess, and Paul's shirt was wrinkled. "Ooops, sorry Steph. I'll talk to you later."
"No its ok, I was just leaving," Paul said getting up, straightening out his blue dress up shirt and leaving the office.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything," I said.
"It's ok. We weren't doing anything important. Come on in. What do you need?" She asked standing up and trying to make herself look presentable.
"Were you watching the show on the screen back here?" I asked as I shut the door behind me.
"No, sorry, I was uh..busy. What happened?" She sat back on the couch and motioned for me to sit.
"Well..." I quickly explained to her.
"Yikes. Ok, let me think, I can get you out of this mess. um.... Ah Ha, I got it. I'll catch up with you later," She said. She jumped off the couch and ran out of the room.
The rest of the night I just hung out with Rey. We went out for a drink after the show. Saturday was a pretty boring day. Vince decided not to have Brock in my cornor on Saturday night after what happened on Friday. Sunday afternoon, I had to do an autograph signing before the pay per view event. I got into the arena after the signing at about 5:30. When I walked into the women's locker room, Sarah was reading over the script for the night. She didn't wrestle much, but every once in a while, Vince would decide he wanted to use her so she toured with us.
"Hey Sarah, whats up?" I asked as I droped my big bulky black gym bag on the wooden bench in the middle of the room.
"Have you read the script for tonight?" Sarah asked excitedly.
"No, I just came in, I had an autograph signing." Before I had finished the sentance she was shoving the script into my hands. I looked over it quickly to look for the parts where I was in. "What are you freaking out about?"
"Read page 9 last paragraph. You're gonna get F-5'ed tonight." I quickly scanned over the material she was talking about. She was right. The script called for him to F-5 me and then for Rey and Mark to come and attack him.
"Great."
"Just be careful. I don't want to see you hurt."
"I will, I promise. I have to go talk to Brock. I'll see you later." I quickly left the women's locker room and turned left to go to Brock's locker room. On my way there I had to pass Mr. McMahon's office. As I approached his office I realized the door was open, and I heard Mark's voice coming from it. I stopped just before the office to listen to their converstation.
"Vince I demand that you let Rey and I make the save BEFORE Brock F-5s her," Mark said.
"Is that what's in the script Mark?" Vince asked trying to reason with Mark. He was fuming.
"Vince I don't care whats in the script. I want you to change it. I've been on the receiving end of that move and there is no way that you can assure me that Brock won't accidently or purposly hurt her. You saw what happened Friday night. Unless you can garuntee me that Candy won't get hurt, I'm walking out on you. And the ONLY way you can be 100% positive she won't get hurt is to let us save her. Do I make myself clear?"
"I'm not changing the script again."
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear. If you don't let me and Rey interfer before he F-5s her, we will break script, on a Pay-Per-View, and then Sarah, Candy, and Myself will walk out on you just like Austin did, and I won't feel any remorse. So now you meet my demands or you're looking at an ex-Smackdown Star. Now do you understand?"
"Ok, Ok, Now don't get bent out of shape. You guys can save her, but DON'T you ever come in here and make demands again." They were face to face. I thought they were about punch each other.
"Ok. Thank you. I'll see you later Vince," Mark said and then was walking out of the office. I ran as fast as I could to anywhere but there. I didn't want Mark or Vince to know I was easdropping. I ran to the nearest locker room and opened the door. I ran in and shut the door.
"What are you doing in here Candy?" Someone asked as I shut the door. I jumped and turned around. I was face to face with a 6'10" monster. Glenn was in his make-up already and looked kind of scary. I screamed at first until I realized who it was.
"Oh hey Glenn. Why are you already in your Kane make-up?"
"Because you and I have a promo during Heat we have to do. So once again why are you in here?"
"Oh...well...umm....well..." Before I could answer, Mark barged in.
"Oh Candy, I was just looking for you. The ending of tonight's show has been changed a little. Rey and I get to save you. But now you'd better go find Brock and Paul (Big Show) and work out the match details. I'll catch up with you later."
"Ok, Bye Dad. Bye Glenn." I headed out, but as I was shutting the door I heard the begining of Mark and Glenn's conversation.
"Glenn, I need your help. Sarah says she wants Candy to come to Texas with us for a while, but if she does than my parents will certainly find out about her. And I don't know how they'll react. What can I tell Sarah?" Mark said. I didn't want to hear anymore. I wanted to scream. He didn't want his parents to find out about me. That hurt, badly. I decided it was better not to listen to the rest of this conversation. I went to find Brock.
*Hey, I need some ideas please. Should Candy get to meet her grandparents? Should Candy and Brock get back together? Please send me some ideas. Thanks.
We followed him through the many halls in the arena, walking past many staring faces. Everyone was wondering the same thing, what happened between thoes two that was so bad it would cause them to break script and get into trouble. I felt the eyes burn right through me. I wanted to scream,'stop looking at us!' We finally made it into his gigantic office. He opened the door, stalked in, and plomped into his oversized office chair. He motioned for us to sit in the two wood chairs opposite him. Brock and I quietly sat.
Vince looked like he was about to explode. His face was burning with anger, and I could see the vain poping out of his forehead. He took three deep breaths before begining to speak. "What the heck happened out there?" He didn't sound any calmer than he had when he told us to come to his office.
"I don't know, he's the one who broke script out there. So ask him," I snapped.
"If you hadn't been making out before the show with Rey I wouldn't have broke script," Brock yelled.
"I wasn't. I was in his room talking to him. Brock, You can't buy my love," I screamed back.
"Ok, I don't care if you are fighting about your love life, but DON'T BRING IT INTO THE RING. Now you're lucky it was only at a house show. But now we're going to have to write you being with Rey into the script. I'm not exactly happy about this. So now I'd like to thank the both of you because thanks to your actions out there, I have to pull an all nighter rewriting Sunday nights script. And don't be fooled, you both are on probation, one more mess up and you're fired. Do I make myself clear?" Vince said very angerly.
"I'm sorry Mr. McMahon. If you want me to help you I'm willing to help," I offered, hanging my head down. I felt bad, but it really wasn't my fault.
"No, you weren't the one who broke script. It will be ok. You are dismissed now," Vince said waving his hands to signal for us to leave. Brock and I both raised and walked out of the room.
"Thanks for getting me in trouble," he said to me.
"You got yourself into trouble. Brock, please just realize that we are through," I said and then walked off. I ran as fast as I could through the many halls until I found Stephanie's office. I knocked, and she called for me to come in. I slowly opened the metal door.
"Steph, I need to talk..." I stopped midsentance when I saw Steph and Paul sitting on the leather couch when I opened the door. Stephanie's hair was a mess, and Paul's shirt was wrinkled. "Ooops, sorry Steph. I'll talk to you later."
"No its ok, I was just leaving," Paul said getting up, straightening out his blue dress up shirt and leaving the office.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything," I said.
"It's ok. We weren't doing anything important. Come on in. What do you need?" She asked standing up and trying to make herself look presentable.
"Were you watching the show on the screen back here?" I asked as I shut the door behind me.
"No, sorry, I was uh..busy. What happened?" She sat back on the couch and motioned for me to sit.
"Well..." I quickly explained to her.
"Yikes. Ok, let me think, I can get you out of this mess. um.... Ah Ha, I got it. I'll catch up with you later," She said. She jumped off the couch and ran out of the room.
The rest of the night I just hung out with Rey. We went out for a drink after the show. Saturday was a pretty boring day. Vince decided not to have Brock in my cornor on Saturday night after what happened on Friday. Sunday afternoon, I had to do an autograph signing before the pay per view event. I got into the arena after the signing at about 5:30. When I walked into the women's locker room, Sarah was reading over the script for the night. She didn't wrestle much, but every once in a while, Vince would decide he wanted to use her so she toured with us.
"Hey Sarah, whats up?" I asked as I droped my big bulky black gym bag on the wooden bench in the middle of the room.
"Have you read the script for tonight?" Sarah asked excitedly.
"No, I just came in, I had an autograph signing." Before I had finished the sentance she was shoving the script into my hands. I looked over it quickly to look for the parts where I was in. "What are you freaking out about?"
"Read page 9 last paragraph. You're gonna get F-5'ed tonight." I quickly scanned over the material she was talking about. She was right. The script called for him to F-5 me and then for Rey and Mark to come and attack him.
"Great."
"Just be careful. I don't want to see you hurt."
"I will, I promise. I have to go talk to Brock. I'll see you later." I quickly left the women's locker room and turned left to go to Brock's locker room. On my way there I had to pass Mr. McMahon's office. As I approached his office I realized the door was open, and I heard Mark's voice coming from it. I stopped just before the office to listen to their converstation.
"Vince I demand that you let Rey and I make the save BEFORE Brock F-5s her," Mark said.
"Is that what's in the script Mark?" Vince asked trying to reason with Mark. He was fuming.
"Vince I don't care whats in the script. I want you to change it. I've been on the receiving end of that move and there is no way that you can assure me that Brock won't accidently or purposly hurt her. You saw what happened Friday night. Unless you can garuntee me that Candy won't get hurt, I'm walking out on you. And the ONLY way you can be 100% positive she won't get hurt is to let us save her. Do I make myself clear?"
"I'm not changing the script again."
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear. If you don't let me and Rey interfer before he F-5s her, we will break script, on a Pay-Per-View, and then Sarah, Candy, and Myself will walk out on you just like Austin did, and I won't feel any remorse. So now you meet my demands or you're looking at an ex-Smackdown Star. Now do you understand?"
"Ok, Ok, Now don't get bent out of shape. You guys can save her, but DON'T you ever come in here and make demands again." They were face to face. I thought they were about punch each other.
"Ok. Thank you. I'll see you later Vince," Mark said and then was walking out of the office. I ran as fast as I could to anywhere but there. I didn't want Mark or Vince to know I was easdropping. I ran to the nearest locker room and opened the door. I ran in and shut the door.
"What are you doing in here Candy?" Someone asked as I shut the door. I jumped and turned around. I was face to face with a 6'10" monster. Glenn was in his make-up already and looked kind of scary. I screamed at first until I realized who it was.
"Oh hey Glenn. Why are you already in your Kane make-up?"
"Because you and I have a promo during Heat we have to do. So once again why are you in here?"
"Oh...well...umm....well..." Before I could answer, Mark barged in.
"Oh Candy, I was just looking for you. The ending of tonight's show has been changed a little. Rey and I get to save you. But now you'd better go find Brock and Paul (Big Show) and work out the match details. I'll catch up with you later."
"Ok, Bye Dad. Bye Glenn." I headed out, but as I was shutting the door I heard the begining of Mark and Glenn's conversation.
"Glenn, I need your help. Sarah says she wants Candy to come to Texas with us for a while, but if she does than my parents will certainly find out about her. And I don't know how they'll react. What can I tell Sarah?" Mark said. I didn't want to hear anymore. I wanted to scream. He didn't want his parents to find out about me. That hurt, badly. I decided it was better not to listen to the rest of this conversation. I went to find Brock.
*Hey, I need some ideas please. Should Candy get to meet her grandparents? Should Candy and Brock get back together? Please send me some ideas. Thanks.