Shane: Devil Boy vs. Devil Dogs


Shaking his head as he headed down the hallway, Shane couldn’t believe how his dad was acting. After all he is a McMahon and they did have dignity. Not anymore according to him, after seeing that. Turning a corner as he stopped, watching the Cruiserweights run by, nearly taking him out with a six pack of cola a few feet in front of them. Ungluing himself from the wall, making sure it was alright, before he continued on his way. He was going to see a few of the talent about an angle he had in mind for them to do, stopping dead in his tracks, something came into his view. Lifting his hands up as he rubbed his eyes, he didn’t know if he was dreaming or not, but suspended before him was a box of Devil Dogs. He shook his head, thinking his imagination had just ran away from him or just plain loosing his mind. “I’ve been working too hard.” He grumbled to himself as he took a few steps towards it, reaching a hand up, thinking his hand would go right through the image and that would be the end of it. Nope his hand hit a solid box of Devil Dogs. He jumped back a bit, dancing on the balls of his feet around the box, thinking it would attack him at any moment.


Stopping as he eyed the box, it wouldn’t be just sitting here just for him, would it? Taking a step back, looking one way then the other, making sure nobody saw him as he turned his attention back to the Devil Dogs. “Alright.. It’s just you and me.. You delicious box of Devil Dogs..” He muttered as he went to reach for the box, but instead of grasping it, it flew in the air in front of him a few feet, stopping just mere inches out of his reach. He growled as he placed his hands upon his hips, “Alright.. You wanna play hard ball, then so can’t I..” Jumping at the box, gracing his fingertips along the box as it moved along the hallway. Shane sighed and shook his head, “This is ridiculous. I’m chasing a floating box of Devil Dogs..” Smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand as he looked to the box and narrowed his eyes, “But those are my favorite.... I’m not giving up that easy. I’m a McMahon, DAMN IT!” He bellowed as he leapt towards the box as the box moved away and on down the hallway.


Shane was hot on the box’s heels, if it had any that is. Stopping to catch his breath as he sighed and snapped his fingers as an idea came to mind. He never realized the box stopped in front of an open locker room door, as he walked over and climbed up on a few of the cases along the side of the hallway. Eyeing the box of Devil Dogs, he could feel his mouth watering, being mere inches from getting the box, to just indulge and devour in one shot. Crouching down from his perch upon the cases, Shane took his aim and did a Superman dive off the cases, grabs the box of Devil Dogs, staging diving into the locker room. Landing upon the floor with a thud, the box flew out of his hands, slid across the floor and stopped at a pair of black high heeled shoes. Groaning as he placed a hand upon the back of his head, lifting his head up. “Did you loose something?” A voice sounded as a hand grabbed the box of Devil Dogs.








Shane sighed heavley as he looked up to his sister, Stephanie. “No.. I didn’t.. I was.. Just practicing a few high flying moves.” Stephanie giggles and looks to her brother, “I doubt that very much, brother of mine. Looks like you felt for it..” Shane slowly sat up onto his knees, “Fell for what?” He questioned as Stephanie tossed him the box of Devil Dogs. Catching the box as he juggled it a bit, then getting a grasp on the box. Stephanie walks over as laughter could be heard. Groaning as Shane sighed, knowing he had been had, like a lot of the talent and probably his father now. Triple H, his brother-in-law, came into view with a spool of fishing line and a hand held digital camcorder in the other. “Priceless.. Utterly.. Priceless..” He spoke between laughs. Wiping a tear away as he turned the camcorder off, as Steph hung on his left shoulder, “My brother.. Devil Dog pursuer, flying Devil Boy... I’m making copies of this..” Shane sighs as he gets to his feet, “Alright... What do you want from me or to do.. For NOBODY to see that?” Steph giggles as she walks out of the locker room. “I’ll let you know..” Paul walks over, draping his arm over his shoulders, “Come with me.. Talk with me Shane O.. I’ve got a plan if you would like to hear it..” Shane perks a brow as they walk out of the locker room, talking, while Shane got his just awards.