Ok, I have a goal for around the 4th of July. I've been busting my proverbial balls here trying to make that happen, but that's at least 2 chapters away so we shall have to see.
Thanks once again to morrowsong and Idcam, as well as the Guest who left a review (not sure if you're the same person as last time, nevertheless)
Kevin Nash was far from a happy camper as he stomped into the Skyreach Center in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. The behemoth had been in a foul disposition since he had been given the news over the weekend from Scott, he had received a call from Good Ol' JR, informing him that he had been sacked. One would have thought that time would have been useful in quelling the giant's anger, but to the contrary, the more he stewed over it, the worse it became. He was now on a warpath as he barreled down the corridor with a single-minded purpose. He was looking for one person, in particular, praying to any deity that would listen for the forbearance to not snap her neck.
Before he reached the locker room of the Calaway sisters, he could see them exiting from down the hall. He quickened his stride as he hastened towards them. "You!" he snarled ferociously and both sisters turned to stare at him with alarm, although it was unmissable that his spiteful glower was fixed on the older blonde. "You little-" he stopped short when he glanced momentarily at the smaller sister beside her, who had jolted in much the same way as the previous stint where he had popped up so unceremoniously. In this instance, however, she was more frightened by his rage-filled outburst than his mere existence. She beheld him with unbridled terror and it was evident that she wished to dart away in much the same manner a hare would when pursued by a vicious wolf.
"Little what?" Reves challenged, her own face twisting into an indignant scowl.
Nash tore his eyes from the disturbed, younger girl, his anger partially mollified in her presence. "You know what you did," he spat ambiguously.
Reves made a display of blinking her eyes at him in a manner that feigned bewilderment. "And what is it that I have done, pray tell?" taking a page from Heather's book, she inquired in a concerned and blameless manner.
"Don't play dumb. You toyed with his emotions when he was in an unstable state. You played him, like a damn fiddle, causing him to lose his job," Nash responded, still trying to keep himself calm.
"How the hell can you pin that on me? You know he had those problems long before I came into the picture and you know damn well, he was already spiraling out of control long before that. You may want to make yourself a martyr for him, but I sure as shit don't." Reves snapped back, just as cross now, thanks to his accusations and unwarranted blame.
Heather admittedly found Nash's position rather ironic, due to the frequent company he kept in female companions. While Reves was callous for the manner in which she had terminated their…relations, she certainly couldn't be wholly liable for Scott's persisting ailment. However, she digressed and, of course, remained mum as she beheld the exchange between Kevin and her sister.
"Well, you damn sure didn't help matters, did you?" Nash's tone was escalating again, as was his temper.
"Help what matters?" Nash heard a voice behind him ask and he cursed internally when he recognized Mark's gruff timbre. Instantly, he regretted letting his emotions get the best of him and losing it like a hot-headed jackass. He already knew that where ever these girls were, Mark wasn't far behind. Unless of course, it was Reves sneaking around.
Reves's ocean eyes looked past the blonde man to her father standing a few feet away. Her gaze darted back to Nash and her full lips curved into a haughty smirk that seemed to goad him on saying, "Go ahead and tell him. Tell him everything. I dare you."
Nash whipped around to face Mark, who naturally, was glaring at him with suspicion. Well shit. She had him over a barrel here. As much joy that it would give him to rat her out, he just couldn't throw his buddy under the bus like that. Scott may be gone, but that didn't mean that Kevin wasn't going to do everything in his power to fight for his friend's job.
Scott needed to get better, of course, but if he were to eventually return, he didn't need the heat from Mark looming over him due to the fact that he had fucked his daughter seven ways to Sunday. There was absolutely nothing Mark could do to Scott from a legal standpoint – fuck, the girl could run off and be a porn star if she wanted and there wasn't a damn thing Daddy Calaway could do about it. That being a different matter entirely, he still didn't fancy Scott's odds of getting his job back at all, if Mark knew he had been dicking the girl down.
After another moment, he realized that he needed to answer Mark and give an explanation as to why he had once again been seen fraternizing with this girl – or rather girls, in this case. Mark eyed him with a steely gaze. He supposed he couldn't blame him. Fuck, he'd be suspicious of himself too, if he were in Mark's shoes.
Nash's features displayed his characteristic insouciance as he was swiftly deliberating how to respond. "Some shit about what they are going to talk about in the meeting," he said coolly. He wasn't sure how much of his rant Mark had heard, but he played it off nevertheless.
"Oh, like hell!" Reves shot back. "The only shit around here is what you're full of."
"Shut up, Reves. I didn't ask for your two cents," Mark growled at her. She was still on his bad side because during the last show he couldn't find her until everyone else was gathered at the gorilla.
Kevin flashed a gratified smirk at the blonde as he watched her father chastise her. He had a feeling that didn't go quite as she had hoped it would, but it gave him a sense of smug pride to see her getting a little of what she definitely had coming to her. His gaze flicker to the little one, who looked on anxiously. If anything made him feel a twinge of remorse it was the apprehension this caused for her. He observed her jittering nervously as Mark berated her sister in a raised voice.
Mark then turned to Kevin. "What's this all about anyway?" he asked giving him a leery glance over.
"Beats me. I just heard some shit. Can't say if it's true or not," he was talking out of his ass now. If Mark thought he was bullshitting, he didn't say a word of it. He merely continued to keep his steely gaze fixed on the other man for another couple of moments.
Mark observed Nash with an outward air of indifference. There was something strange going on here. Nash really wasn't as tough as nails like he pretended to be. If anything he would whine like a big ass bitch when things didn't go his way (which truth be told was more often than not these days). He was probably still boohooing over Hall, but Mark couldn't see what the hell Reves had to do with any of that. "What type of shit did you hear?" he finally asked the blonde man.
Nash shrugged his broad shoulders. "Just some shit about the next storyline," he replied vaguely. There was one part of the upcoming plans which he knew Vince was going to announce and that was the only reason he was even there on time for such useless drivel.
"Well, it's about that time. So I suppose we better head over there and find out," Mark stated matter-of-fact. The other man was holding out on him, that much was clear, but he supposed they would learn soon enough. "Come on girls. Let's get a move on," he commanded to the two teenagers as he began sauntering down the hall.
Kevin stayed behind and watched the Calaways depart. Naturally, one fell into submission right away and began scampering up behind him, while the other trudged along with a resistance that was akin to being dragged against her will. He exhaled a rumbling sigh. Fuck, that was close. Christ, he was a moron for losing his temper in such a manner. What had he been thinking? He was pissed off and he wanted Reves to feel the same amount of pain that she had inflicted on his buddy, that's what. He was going to wind of getting himself fucked too. Scott was gone- for now anyway – and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. Life undeniably wasn't fair, but this was just the shits. Was it so much to ask that his buddy find some happiness just once in his otherwise miserable existence? Something really had to give with all this bull, he thought as he started to make his way to the makeshift meeting room.
Every member of the nWo faction and Mark, along with Vince and three or four associates of the writing team gathered in a large room set up with a couple of long tables. Nash was the last to arrive, and his eyes narrowed when he spotted Kid sitting beside the little one. His Little One. He stood back a moment, observing her as she intently read over tonight's script that was in front of her. He also noticed Kid periodically sneaking glances her way. He was just smart enough to be fairly discreet about it as Mark was directly on her left.
Someone cleared their throat at the head of the room. "I'm glad you could join us, Kevin. What with Mr. Hall's departure, I'd figure you'd be on strike," Vince stated, pulling him from his thoughts.
Kevin attempted not to glare at Vince. He knew Scott was going to be brought up today, but he didn't expect Vince to prod him right off the bat. "People on strike don't get paid, Vince. You know that" he replied glibly as he took the empty seat next to Paul.
"That they don't," Vince agreed as plainly as if discussing the weather. "Now, since we're all accounted for," he spoke, looking around the room, his gaze pausing for a brief moment on Nash, "I suppose we can get underway. Okay, so being that, as I said, Mr. Hall is no longer with us, Kevin that leaves you as the only original member of the nWo."
No shit, Sherlock, Kevin retorted inside his head.
"As such," Vince continued, "It makes sense for you to take on that leadership role. That being said, I feel you always work best when you have someone to counterbalance you." Kevin perked up at his words hoping he was going to lead into what he had been alluding to for a few weeks now. The onslaught of constant headaches over the past few weeks had allowed him little time to even think about the possibility. "But we'll get to that in just a bit," Vince stated, letting the air out of his proverbial balloon. "For now, we also want to focus on the character development of some of the other members. Herb, what was your pitch again?" Vince asked the ruddy-faced creep seated two chairs down from himself at the head of the table.
Already being irritable, Nash labored to keep himself from outwardly scoffing. This moron always had the worst ideas and he was sure this one would be no exception. He looked like the type whose only sexual experience was paying a prostitute fifteen bucks for a handjob down on 3rd Street and was always trying to come up with these outlandish sex schemes. That was saying something coming from a man who once lost a match to a pair of porn stars on national television. Alright, maybe that wasn't one of his shining moments either, he thought as he glanced at the little one. She was prudently listening to everything that was being said while giving her best effort to remain invisible.
As the man began to ramble on about not a damn thing of importance, Nash subtly nudged Paul, performing a jacking-off motion under the table, and rolled his eyes. Paul cracked a grin and sputtered as he tried not to laugh. Then Kevin's ears were hit with a tiny, yet familiar gasp. Turning to gaze upon its source, his movement ceased immediately when he locked eyes with a pair of emerald orbs that were widened in shock at the sight of his offensive action.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Heather quickly tore her eyes away from the obscene gesture the giant had been performing and shuffled her papers nervously.
"What's the problem, girl?" Mark asked in a low grumbling voice.
"Is there an issue?" Vince inquired, speaking over Herb and giving everyone a stern glance over.
"Nope. All good," everyone muttered although truth be told everyone was probably annoyed for one reason or another.
Heather shook her head rather fervently. She certainly didn't wish to arouse the ire of Mr. McMahon for not only would he be so, but her father would also probably be livid as well.
As the man continued his rambling, Kevin chanced a glimpse at the raven-haired girl. However, she was no longer looking in his direction, but to her sister, positioned on the other side of Mark. Reves was leaning back in her chair and twisting a lock of blonde hair around her finger as she was mouthing words to her sister with a disdainful expression on her face.
"…So, I figure to give a little more depth to X-Pac and Reves's characters we could have them in a sort of enemies to lovers situation," Herb finally concluded with a nervous smile.
A deafening silence settled over the room as practically everyone glared daggers at this great idiot. All that rigamarole just to say he thought Sean and Reves should be in a kayfabe relationship? Those who were glaring at him also had the urge to give him a swift kick in the balls, but only Reves was audacious – or perhaps stupid – enough to figuratively do so. "Like fucking hell I'm going to pretend to date this jackass. Do you have shit for brains, or are those rocks rolling around your head?" she snapped.
With that, a commotion broke out
"Jackass?" Sean repeated highly offended.
"Girl, what the fuck did you just say?" Mark shouted at her enraged.
"That's rich coming from the likes of you," Kevin just couldn't help uttering. The audacity of this little witch, really! First, she takes advantage of Scott and completely rips his heart out. Then she chooses to talk shit about Kid right in front of them?
The rest of the writing team and Paul were jeering with laughter. Only Heather sat there too stunned to react to anything.
Vince's face twisted into an indignant glower, turning the color of a fire engine as rage caused the veins to burst from his neck. "Enough!" Vince snarled as he bolted up from his chair and pounded his fist on the table. An immediate hush fell over the room and everyone looked like a group of scolded children. Vince smoothed his hair and then his suit jacket as he tried to regain composure. "Now can we please behave like civilized adults? Unless anyone wants to find themselves in the unemployment line," he said ominously. He saw Nash's jaw clench when his gaze lingered on him for a moment, but he continued, "Reves has too strong a personality for Sean's character," McMahon said bluntly which actually caused Reves to smirk faintly. "But as far as ideas go, it's not the worst we've heard in a while…" Vince trailed off and his eyes began to shine a bit as his gaze drifted slowly to the demure, ebony haired girl.
Following McMahon's stare to the bashful creature and then taking in Kid's face which was lit up like a Christmas tree, Kevin experienced an unpleasant fury that exploded from his chest. He felt himself lurch forward involuntarily, yet managed to stop himself just before the words "Fuck no!" came roaring from his mouth.
Luckily, for him, Mark had also picked up on Vince's inclination and told him, "Don't even think about it, McMahon," in a remarkably placid, yet austere tone as he reclined in his chair.
Vince huffed as he relented. "Well, I suppose we won't go with any of that then," he said, waving his hand dismissively.
"Yeah, I suppose we won't," Mark reaffirmed in his gravelly voice.
Kevin was relieved that Mark at least had some sense in that department, although it wasn't like the man was doing him any favors. Kevin glanced at Kid whose features were glum, like he had just dropped his ice cream cone in the sandbox. Next, he regarded the little one, attempting to gauge her reaction. Her visage was shrouded behind the curtain of her hair, but she had to sense that Vince's eyes had been locked onto her with an unnerving stare. He tried to imagine Little One having to make out with Kid or whatever other fucked up thing these slimeballs would try to rope her into and it made his gut churn. Was that even legal? Well, wasn't he a sanctimonious asshole? As if he was so damn righteous.
Kevin's self-reproach was interrupted by Vince as he proceeded to address the room. "Anyway, let's move on for now. As I'm sure some of you have been waiting to hear, I've been in talks with Shawn and he's all set to make his return on the June 3rd edition of Raw!" Vince announced proudly to a somewhat mixed reaction. Mark's jaw squared. He was apprehensive in letting Shawn return. He knew he was supposed to be reformed and all that shit, but he was still responsible for causing a ton of discord back in the day.
Nash didn't even attempt to hide his smirk. Every time they talked, that little fucker had played it off like Vince was reluctant to bring him back. The news was bittersweet, however. Without a doubt, he was elated to have Shawn back. He had only gotten to see him a couple of times a year since leaving for WCW in 1996. Yet, at the same time, he had lost Scotty and that utterly sucked. He supposed he'd have to take this victory as it came and maybe, just maybe they could do something about Scotty's job.
"Sh-Shawn M-Michaels?" a meek voice questioned, barely above a whisper.
Heather's face ignited in humiliation as approximately a dozen pairs of eyes fixed upon her. She instantly cursed herself for even daring to open her foolish mouth. Again she wished the floor would open and swallow her whole, but no amount of imagination would bring it to fruition.
"Yes, sweetie. THE Shawn Michaels. The Heart Break Kid. Mr. WrestleMania, himself, " a strained smile stretched across Vince's mouth as he tried to mask his irritation at being interrupted.
"Oh, God. Don't tell me you're a damned HBK mark," Kevin rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner and grinned wryly at her.
The little one, on the other hand, didn't seem to take too kindly to the jest. By the wounded expression in her glassy emerald eyes, one would have thought he'd just slapped her across the face. His grin faded as he felt regret overtake him. He had intended to rib her playfully, not to come off as a complete dick. He cursed himself. Where did he think he was going with that in a room full of people, that included the girl's father?
"Uh, yeah. She had a huge ass crush on him," it was Reves who spoke as she gave a wicked smirk.
"That is not so! I…I th-think his t-technical sk-skill are beyond c-comparison, " the younger girl protested in a flustered manner. She then imploded inside herself, staring down at her lap and looked as if she might bawl from mortification.
"Reves, shut the hell up. What do I tell you about saying that type of shit?" Mark reprimanded her.
Nash narrowed his eyes at the blonde girl, but his expression was indifferent. She was already on his shit list where it concerned Scott and now, she sat there trying to embarrass her sister in front of a room full of grown men. Grown men. He knew he was one of them, but he willed his greasy feelings away. Then there was Mark, who honestly seemed more outraged at the thought of his girl having a crush on Shawn than the teasing she received from her older sister.
Wait…what if she did have a crush on Shawn? Well, wouldn't that have been another marvelous development? Although, it wouldn't really be a shock. They don't call him The Heartbreak Kid for nothing. At least he could suffice to say, Shawn would likely not be reciprocating her feelings or be chasing after her due to his newly found faith and just having gotten married a couple of years ago.
"Hmm," Vince muttered, scratching his chin. Nash could see the gears turning in McMahon's head. Well shit. This wasn't good. "How about we have a couple of Shawn Michaels fangirls in the nWo? You know just going gaga over Shawn and whatnot?"
Fangirls? That was not a fucking storyline. Weren't they here to talk about what the nWo was going to do next? Sure this was a work, but at the same time, this was frustrating Nash all over again. They didn't have a clear enemy or purpose anymore. They were brought in as this lethal poison who were supposed to decimate and take out their top guys, but of course, that couldn't be. They were WCW guys and how dare they actually get over. So what could be done? Change the finish, split off Hulk. Now Scott had been fired. True it was mainly due to his own demise, but Nash couldn't help but wonder if he was next.
Kevin pushed the thoughts away. All of his pissing and moaning was overshadowing the fact that Shawn, another of his best buddies was making his return to wrestling after a four-year absence. It was something most people probably thought would never happen in a million years and Shawn deserved all the fanfare. That was for sure.
"So what do you say, Mark? Would that angle be to your approval?" Vince inquired in his boisterous nature.
For all of a split second, Mark looked as if he might lunge across the table and tackle McMahon. He didn't however. In fact, he sat extremely still as he mulled it over. "There better not be any funny business, McMahon. You know the type of shit I'm talking about," the tattooed behemoth warned him with a cold steely gaze.
"Of course not," Vince said dismissively. "We'll hammer out the details later on, along with Shawn's role in all this," the Chairman announced gesturing to the group. "Reves darling, does this suit your stubborn sensibilities?"
He had asked her in a manner that made her skin crawl, but this meeting had gone on for far too long and she wanted to get the hell out of there. "Oh, of course, Mr. McMahon that's a lovely idea. You are something of a genius, aren't you?" she said in her syrupy voice and batted her eyelashes at him.
Vince beamed pridefully, from having his ego stroked and it was hard to decipher whether he was too oblivious to the fact that she was placating that monstrous ego, or whether he didn't care. "And what about you, Sweetheart?" he addressed Heather.
The doleful girl sat there, with her head bent, not uttering a sound, but merely shrugged her shoulders.
"Girl, Vince asked you a question. Don't be so damn disrespectful," Mark chastised her.
Her hair had hidden her features, but Kevin could almost sense the tears that were pooling up in her eyes. "Y-yes, s-sir," she mumbled obediently, not looking up or lifting her head. It wasn't as if she had an alternative or a choice at any rate.
When Vince finally dismissed everyone, Heather pushed away from the table, her chair producing a loathsome screech. She hadn't even paid any mind to the few gazes she had received as she sprang up and, like a frightened jackrabbit, dashed from the room before anyone else.
Kevin frowned as he watched her go. She was still so far out of her element here and it seemed Vince or even Mark didn't give two fucks. He wished these assholes would just leave her alone. He supposed he had to count himself amongst those sorts. He had been trying to subtly draw her out but to no avail. Their situation certainly hadn't been improved upon, thanks to his behaving like a jackass. The way he came stomping towards them in a rage, like a great stupid ogre. His thoughtless ribbing just now. One would think he would have taken the hint and just admit he was merely some creep with an unrequited obsession. Yet, the expression in her starry eyes after he had kissed her had been seared into his brain and he hadn't been able to let it go. He needed that look from her again. He craved her tiny body pressed softly against him, her sweet mouth yielding to his, giving into both their desires until she was begging for more…Fuck!
He remained seated as others filed out of the room, cursing the substantially inconvenient erection that was suddenly strained against the front of his jeans. This was certainly not the time or place for his perverted little fantasies. Once his body was under control Kevin sighed and left the meeting room. There was too much to be done and he knew chasing the little one was the least of his priorities right now.
So a lot going down here. Yeah, Scott was canned, but he is not totally written out of the story. And now we have Shawn coming in. Hope this was ok.