Last Light
What can I say? As I stand here and watch my baby be destroyed, what can I say? Well, I can say that I will not just sit by and let this happen. No matter what it takes I'll stop the decay, because it's my baby. I can't let my baby die, not after all the work that I've put into it.
But how? Those stupid faceless people won't listen to me. Believe me, I know. I've walked that route before. No, they prefere to see me as a heel. ME!! I created this business! yet, they cheer for him. The rat bastard who's trying to steal mycompany. The man that I help create, the one who's stealing my limelight. I'm Vince McMahon, damn it, and no one steals what is mine. No one.
If Flair thinks that I'll let him do what I dwouldn't let my own family do then he's crazy. He thinks I'll let him take over. He thinks I'll share power. Well, I won't!! I'm Vince McMahon and this business is mine. It's mine abd I don't share with anyone.
I know what I'll do. I'll introduce my very own strike force, like the Corporation used to be, until Shane had dreams of grandeur. This way I can deal with any problematic elements. Elements like Flair. Thinking of that stealing rat bastard, and when aren't I, maybe I should bring backa piece of his past. One of the only good pieces of WCW, well, one of the only good pieces that I can use. A piece that knows me,and how I work. But whom do I bring back? So many wrestlers lost their jobs when I defeated WCW. So many to chose from. Who shall begin my campaign of revenage? Who will restore me to my prpoer place? On top of all these nobodies. Because they are nobodies. They would be nobodies with out me! Without what I created! And now they try to steal it from me. After all I've done for them. This isn't the right way to repay me. They should be grovelling at my feet. Thanking me for changing their pathetic lives. But no, they think THEY actually did it. That I should thank THEM. Hah, Austin's career was going nowhere until he came to me and I made him into an idol to be worshipped.
AN IDOL! I have it. I know what to unleash. I know who to make my strike force. I know a force that will strike terror into the hearts of these ungrateful wretches. They had Flair on his knees before, they can do it again. And I will enhoy seeing him put back in his place. And then they can start with the rest of these ingrates. They will all remember who created them and this business. they will worship me like the god that I am. And they will FEAR the name Vince McMahon once again. Things will go back to being how they should be. That is with me in control of my baby.
And the way I'm going to do that is so simple. I'll uinleash a poison that only the strongest will survive. And they will know who rules them, who owns their souls. And when that day comes I'll have what I once had, totlat control of what I created. Total control of my baby, the WWF. No one will be allowed to stop me. No one will stand in my way.
Flair thins he has what it takes to rule, but he doesn't. At heart he's just a terrified child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. MY COOKIE JAR!!!!!! And, so, I'm going to break his hand for it. I'm Vince McMahon and no one steals from me. No one messes with me. Not even my own children. What is Triple H so fond of saying? Yes, "I am the Game!" I know it inside and out, because I created the gtame that is the WWfm from the lockerrooms to the ring. It's all mine. I'll give that little chickenshit one week to pack up and leave my company. And if he doesn't, well, then I'll bring in my strike force.
But I know he won't leave, the man is to stubborn. He insists that he can play at my level when really he's just an ant. An ant that I will enjoy crushing. Oh, I will enjoy that very much. The nWo, my pathway to revenage. Hogan, Hall, and Nash my strike team, my killers. My poison because I will have what is mine again. I will control what I created and it will be what it once was. So what if a few have to suffer. I will have my baby back and that's all that matters.
Yes I know thw WWF is now the WWE, but when I wrote this it wasn't and in the time frame it's set the company is still called the WWF. Vince may be nuts in this story, but he's no stupid. What a way to get through your writer's block, adpot a crazy Vince muse. Sanity fragile, handle with care, prone to biting.
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