Vignette 41: Family

Vince knew it was him... his son the traitor. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at him... his son, fruit of his loins, and as of now, his enemy.
"You must feel pretty proud of yourself right about now, right?"
"You were expecting me to have regrets Dad?"
"I didn't think I had raised a traitor."
"Don't get melodramatic with me Dad. You know why I did it... and you know that if you'd been in my shoes, you would have done it sooner."
"This... my heart attack, it's not going to slow me down Shane. I'm going to take your little attempt at independence, your NWW and I'm going to do the same thing to it that I did to Turner's WCW."
"You could do it to Turner, it wouldn't have been a problem. He didn't have the drive or the passion of wrestling... he didn't have what you bred into me."
"You are a shame to the McMahon name."
"For following in your footsteps? For doing to you what you did to Granddad?"
"..."
"That's right. Admit it... deep down, you're proud I had the guts to do this to you. Last night, I became my father's son in the one way you had never imagined and that's what bites... nothing else. Face it, you're as proud of me as your father was of you."
"Get out... get out now."
"I'm moving to Boston. Having the two heads of the most powerful wrestling federations in the world living in the same house is just a bit too close for comfort, you know?"
Shane stepped forward and looked down at his father and sighed as he saw that the old man was really getting old and tired. He leaned down and pressed his cheek to his father's.
"I love you Dad."

Vignette 42: Retaliation

"We must take the bull by the horn," Stephanie announced at the board meeting. "NWW has a lot of talent, most of that talent we created and bred. We know them, their strengths and their weaknesses. But we have a lot of wrestlers they don't know anything about."
"True," Heyman agreed, "but they have star power, a lot of star power..."
"I know... but we have to strike back hard. I suggest the WWFE renew itself into a new company, a younger company with a stronger cruiserweight division."
"You want Juventud," JR said flatly, looking at Stephanie.
"With Rey Mysterio on board, he's a must. However, whatever we sign him too, I want him to agree to routine drug tests. I am not having him get into the ring and possibly hurt anyone but himself."
"It'll be hard."
"I know my brother. Hell will have to freeze over before he hires Juventud."

Vignette 43: Welcome home

"Welcome to the NWW," Shane told Juventud as they shook hands over a very lucrative contract.
"Glad to be here man."
"Good. And Juvi, my man, keep your nose clean. You don't know how mean I'll get if you fuck up any of my wrestlers."
Juventud grinned crookedly at Shane's words but then he caught his new boss' extremely serious expression. His dealer was not going to be happy about this new development. Oh well, at least he had a job.
"It's a deal man."
"Good."

Vignette 44: http://www.nww.com

Stephanie's lips were pressed into a thin line as her fingers nervously typed the URL for the NNW website. And there it was in big capital letters, bold as brass: JUVENTUD GUERRERA chooses NWW over WWFE! Angry, she threw a vase her mother had given her against a wall and didn't flinch as it exploded into a thousand tiny pieces. Trying to calm herself down, she started checking out the NWW website. She knew their WWFE webmasters had been all over the site but she was curious. She cruised through it leisurely until she came upon a picture of Hunter standing in the ring with Chyna and Shane, the three of them grinning as if they'd won the lottery.
She sighed. Stephanie'd always known she would pay for taking Hunter away from Chyna but she'd never thought she would pay like this.

Vignette 45: Unexpected pairings

"Last night was on the other side of amazing."
"I couldn't agree more."
"We've got to do this again and again and again."
The short blonde giggled as the well built brunette leaned over and kissed her full mouth passionately, making her knees go weak.
Chyna and Trish looked at Sean O'Haire as he made out with Molly Holly and grinned. Funny how wrestlers got together with the most unlikely partners.
"They're cute together," Chyna told her very own short blonde.
"Yeah. Not as cute as us though."
"Totally goes without saying."
Chyna leaned over and nipped Trish's ear while giving her bouncy little butt a solid grope.
"Chy," Madusa said, coming down the hall, "I'm all for the beauty of love and shit but we need to work that ring."
"All right. See ya later?" Chyna asked her petite girlfriend.
"Sure thing."
"O'Haire," Al Snow shouted from the other end of the hall, "we need you in wardrobe."
"Don't move," Sean told Molly before running down the hall.
Both blondes, devoid of their brunettes, stared at each other from their end of the hall and giggling, headed to the gym for a thorough workout.

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