Chapter One
Lookie, I got the first chapter done sooner than I expected!
TITLE: Playing to Win Chapter One/? *R*
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: Sweetvalley99@aol.com, Juliet_316_2000@yahoo.com
RATING: R
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE RAPE/NON CONSENSUAL SEX, ADULT LANGUAGE.
CATEGORY: ADULT, ANGST, DRAMA, HORROR
SPOILERS: Through Backlash 2002
SUMMARY: The year is 2010. Seven years following a horrific massacre at Backlash, a deadly endgame begins.
DISCLAIMER: Vince McMahon owns all. I own very little.
DISTRIBUTION: Fanfiction.net, The realm.
Playing to Win
Chapter One
Two Father's Mornings
January 2010
Kansas City, MO
A man in his early forties woke up and helped his wife get their two children off to school, kissed his wife good-bye and then headed off to work. Along the way he saw the advertisement for the rodeo show in February that would herald the reopening of Kemper Arena. His knuckles went white as the feeling of dread went through him, yet didn't know why.
He went inside the accounting firm where he worked and promptly sat down at this desk in his office. He promptly went to work on the firm's layout for its website.
"Hey Brandon!" a man called out after knocking on his door.
Brandon Wallace looked up from his work. "Hey Glen," he responded.
"Got the new layout done yet? Boss is getting impatient," Glenn inquired of his friend.
"Almost, give me another half - hour," Brandon replied looking at his computer screen and making adjustments.
"Okay. You thinking of going to that rodeo next month?"
Brandon froze. Any mention of the rodeo or of the arena it was being held in seemed to garner that type of reaction these days.
Brandon sighed, looking up and facing his friend. "I honestly don't know. I'd say no, but Kennedy got really excited when she heard the news," Brandon said, thinking of his only daughter, six year old Linda Kennedy or Kennedy as she preferred to be called. Kennedy had recently became fascinated with horses and was begging her parents to take her to the rodeo.
"Yeah, I know the feeling with too of my own. See ya later for lunch?" Glenn asked as he was leaving.
"Yeah later," Brandon said distractedly half of his mind focused on the web page in front of him and the other half wondering why he didn't want his little girl to see a harmless rodeo.
In a suburb of New York.
Mick Foley woke up early as usual to get his youngest, Michael Jr. off to school. With his wife, Colette's busy modeling career, it'd become commonplace even when she was home for him to have the role of Mr. Mom. Not that the retired wrestler was complaining. He enjoyed the time he got to spend with his nine year old son. It was something his previous wrestling schedule had never allowed with his two oldest, Dewy and Noelle prior to his leaving the sport for good in 2001.
He sighed thinking of friends he knew were dead and gone. Sadly he realized a long time ago that he couldn't dwell on the past. Nor, sadly could he change it.
He managed to get Michael Jr. to his bus for school on time. He went into his office to get some work done on his latest novel, about a rookie wrestler's first year in the sport. He got about half a chapter done when the doorbell rang.
"Mick, honey, can you get the door?" his wife asked.
"Sure, dear," he answered getting up out of his chair towards the front door of his family's home.
"Probably a salesman anyways," Mick muttered as he opened the door.
And got the surprise of his life.
He froze in shock. He could do nothing but stare for a few moments at the person on the other end of the doorway. Mick could not comprehend the friend looking back at him. A friend he never thought he'd see again. A friend he'd seen die in the ring.
"Heya Mick," the man said in that soft voice that Mick remembered.
"O - Owen?" Mick Foley whispered looking at the impossible image of Owen Hart on his doorstep.
Then Mick Fainted.
*VBEG* Well what do you think?
Lookie, I got the first chapter done sooner than I expected!
TITLE: Playing to Win Chapter One/? *R*
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: Sweetvalley99@aol.com, Juliet_316_2000@yahoo.com
RATING: R
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE RAPE/NON CONSENSUAL SEX, ADULT LANGUAGE.
CATEGORY: ADULT, ANGST, DRAMA, HORROR
SPOILERS: Through Backlash 2002
SUMMARY: The year is 2010. Seven years following a horrific massacre at Backlash, a deadly endgame begins.
DISCLAIMER: Vince McMahon owns all. I own very little.
DISTRIBUTION: Fanfiction.net, The realm.
Playing to Win
Chapter One
Two Father's Mornings
January 2010
Kansas City, MO
A man in his early forties woke up and helped his wife get their two children off to school, kissed his wife good-bye and then headed off to work. Along the way he saw the advertisement for the rodeo show in February that would herald the reopening of Kemper Arena. His knuckles went white as the feeling of dread went through him, yet didn't know why.
He went inside the accounting firm where he worked and promptly sat down at this desk in his office. He promptly went to work on the firm's layout for its website.
"Hey Brandon!" a man called out after knocking on his door.
Brandon Wallace looked up from his work. "Hey Glen," he responded.
"Got the new layout done yet? Boss is getting impatient," Glenn inquired of his friend.
"Almost, give me another half - hour," Brandon replied looking at his computer screen and making adjustments.
"Okay. You thinking of going to that rodeo next month?"
Brandon froze. Any mention of the rodeo or of the arena it was being held in seemed to garner that type of reaction these days.
Brandon sighed, looking up and facing his friend. "I honestly don't know. I'd say no, but Kennedy got really excited when she heard the news," Brandon said, thinking of his only daughter, six year old Linda Kennedy or Kennedy as she preferred to be called. Kennedy had recently became fascinated with horses and was begging her parents to take her to the rodeo.
"Yeah, I know the feeling with too of my own. See ya later for lunch?" Glenn asked as he was leaving.
"Yeah later," Brandon said distractedly half of his mind focused on the web page in front of him and the other half wondering why he didn't want his little girl to see a harmless rodeo.
In a suburb of New York.
Mick Foley woke up early as usual to get his youngest, Michael Jr. off to school. With his wife, Colette's busy modeling career, it'd become commonplace even when she was home for him to have the role of Mr. Mom. Not that the retired wrestler was complaining. He enjoyed the time he got to spend with his nine year old son. It was something his previous wrestling schedule had never allowed with his two oldest, Dewy and Noelle prior to his leaving the sport for good in 2001.
He sighed thinking of friends he knew were dead and gone. Sadly he realized a long time ago that he couldn't dwell on the past. Nor, sadly could he change it.
He managed to get Michael Jr. to his bus for school on time. He went into his office to get some work done on his latest novel, about a rookie wrestler's first year in the sport. He got about half a chapter done when the doorbell rang.
"Mick, honey, can you get the door?" his wife asked.
"Sure, dear," he answered getting up out of his chair towards the front door of his family's home.
"Probably a salesman anyways," Mick muttered as he opened the door.
And got the surprise of his life.
He froze in shock. He could do nothing but stare for a few moments at the person on the other end of the doorway. Mick could not comprehend the friend looking back at him. A friend he never thought he'd see again. A friend he'd seen die in the ring.
"Heya Mick," the man said in that soft voice that Mick remembered.
"O - Owen?" Mick Foley whispered looking at the impossible image of Owen Hart on his doorstep.
Then Mick Fainted.
*VBEG* Well what do you think?