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"You got no chance, no chance in-"
"Hello?..." I muttered sleepily into my cell phone.
"Hello Anna. This is Vince McMahon." Came the reply. Why was he calling me at, I paused to glance at the clock, three in the afternoon? He knows I normally wake up at four. Why do I wake up at four? I'm just one of those people who sleep in because they can. I suppose it doesn't help that I stay up 'til five painting and composing music.
"I could tell." I'm not nice until I've had at least a sip of coffee.
"Go get your coffee. I want you awake to hear this." He hung up and let me start to get my coffee. He finally learned after the twenty-two years he's known me! Yay… I yawned, getting up from my comfy queen sized bed. My room was on the second floor of my home. It had a very simple color scheme; everything was either black or some shade of red. The floors were cherry wood, which contrasted greatly with my black sheets. My walls were painted red, with a mural of the Blue Ridge Mountains on my ceiling. The mountains were in North Carolina, my home state. My home resided just outside of Cameron. The two boys I watched grow and struggle convinced me to move here. You probably know them as the Hardys.
When I was little, I traveled around North Carolina with my sister Amelia at my side. At the time we met them, I was fourteen, Amelia was eleven. I was trying to find the best place for my business chain, while trying to keep us in good health. Our parents had died when we were young; they tried to put us in an orphanage. We escaped, they hadn't found us since. We saw them practicing in their backyard as we walked by. Naturally, being less shy than I was, Amelia ran over to talk to them. Thus, began a lasting friendship. I like to think that Amelia and I have changed in appearance since then. I was almost six feet now, only one more inch to go. When Amelia turned fifteen, she was five foot four. She's still that tall even now, twenty five years later. Our hair was still down to mid-back, hers remaining the pure white blonde. Mine had changed from dark brown to black, I hadn't dyed it either. It turned that color naturally.
I made it down to the kitchen, starting the coffee before any of the maids could get to it. Yes, I have maids. They were some girls I had found on the side of the road. What were they doing? Take a guess, what are most girls doing on the side of a road or on a street corner? I felt sorry for them; the oldest was twenty-three. Guess what the youngest was? Ten. All of them looked like they were dressed in rags; they told me it was fashionable. I offered them a job, food to eat and a place to sleep. They took it, after I had threatened to leave them on the side of the road.
After a few minutes I had a hot cup of vanilla coffee, my favorite. I had had two sips before Vince decided to call back.
"Got your coffee?" Don't say hello then.
"Yes. I'm awake." Even through the phone I could tell he was shaking his head. He couldn't understand why I still needed a cup of coffee, even after so much sleep.
"We would like you to come back." Another sip of coffee, that was unexpected.
"Any particular reason why?"
"Raw needs a general manager. One that can control everyone and stay in control. That's you."
"Why me?"
"You're the only person, besides The Undertaker, that everyone fears or respects greatly. More fear you though." I thought about it, I missed the traveling. I missed the crowd's excitement and their energy for what we do. I remembered all the matches I've had with the different superstars. I remembered the one man who defeated me.
"One condition."
"You want your match with 'Taker. Still unscripted?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Meet us in Washington D.C." He hung up; I don't think he's happy with me. Maybe it was just one of those days? It was Saturday and I had two days to get to D.C. I called for the first available flight and began to pack. I wasn't worried about the house, the girls would take care of it. They wouldn't dare burn it down or change something without asking me first.
Three hours later, I was on the flight to D.C. To make my return, as well as get my revenge on The Undertaker.