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We go backstage to find Vince McMahon in his office, giving a huge sigh as he looks at his desk. He picks up the "Shane McMahon" nameplate and looks at it for a moment before casting it into a garbage can. He looks startled for a moment before picking up the framed photo on the desk, the crowd popping as they see it's of the Mean Street Posse. McMahon sighs again and casts it into the can, turning and looking over his shoulder as there's a knock at the door - Shawn Michaels entering in street clothes, simple jeans, T-Shirt and leather jacket. Vince smiles fakely
"SHAWN" he bellows, holding out his hand, HBK seemingly in less happy mood
"Mr McMahon i... we need to talk" goes Michaels, Vince looking a little taken aback, still smiling however, his tone telling another story
"Well with all respect Shawn... i'm a busy man.. I have WWE Superstars to deal with" he says bluntly, that hitting HBK right where it hurts, trying to keep his composure
"Well that's what I'm here to see ya about.. ya see... I KNOW what the stipulation was at Survivor Series, I KNOW that I went into that match knowing the consequences if we lost but...."
Shawn pauses as McMahon has turned his back, turning back to tidying his desk. "Go on" Vince urges Shawn absently
"Look Vince.. we've been together in this business for twenty years, for seven years since I came back from my back injury, w...."
"You're asking for your job back aren't ya?" spits Vince, turning, smile gone. Shawn bites his lip and nods
"You know I would honor ANY stipulation... but this is different Vince, this isn't about some story or some merchandise I'm expected to shill.. this is real life. I have a wife and family to feed, times are hard... and lets be honest.. where else can I go? I burnt my bridges with TNA with DX, this back would never survive ECW... this is the only place I know and love.. you've stripped me of the Tag Titles... but I need this job"
Vince looks thoughtful as HBK looks desperate
"You actually have the audacity to come here and BEG me for your job Shawn?" he asks
"I'm not b..."
"You forget I paid your checks, I sent out millions of dollars to your bank account Shawn and not you expect me to believe that you're living on hard times?" butts in the Chairman, Shawn sighing, knowing this is going nowhere
"You know what I used to be like Vince, I'd spend the entire check in one night in every bar in whatever town we were in, I'm not ashamed to admit it - women, drink, drugs, I lived the life of my idol Ric Flair, the clothes and the Rolex... I didn't think at 30 that I'd be in this position, I took my talent and career for granted. There's nothing left... I live for each payday... and I can't do anything else"
Vince looks amused
"You give me one damn good reason to re-hire you Shawn? after the nWo... DX... after 7 years of torment.,.. but most of all, after Survivor Series when you and the rest of Team WWE failed ME. If it wasn't for my son Shane being in traction right now.. he'd be chairman and I'd be joining you on the scrap heap. So Shawn? the answer is no... YOU'RE FIIIIIRED" he spits, roaring right into HBK's face as if he'd been waiting all of 7 years for this moment. Shawn stares him down for a moment before making his exit, looking depressed. Vince gives a smug snort before turning his back on the retreating Michaels and going back to sorting his desk as we fade.
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