Vince’s Peppermint Paradise


Walking down the hallway, walking the ‘McMahon Strut’, as everybody referred to it as, Vince had determination in his walk. He was on a mission at the moment, to figure out what the hell has gotten into his staff, in chasing candy and snack foods through the hallways, plus nearly killing one another for some of them. He didn’t feel like dealing with splitting up the fights and such anymore. Stopping as he moved out of the way, as some of his cruiserweights, went running by, chasing a six pack of cola. Shaking his head as he turned a corner, wanting to get to the bottom of this right now, before any more of his talent went nuts.


Stopping in his foot steps, something had caught Vince’s attention. Something laid upon the floor, shining in the hallway lights above. He looked down, then up the hallway, making sure nobody was around. He walked over, crouched down towards the metallica object. Narrowing his eyes as he leaned his hand out and picked it up.

He brought it up and sniffed at it. It’s minty aroma filled his senses as he flipped it over, opened it and devoured the minty, chocolately sensation in one mouth full. “Yea... That’s the stuff...” He mumbled as he enjoyed the minty goodness in his mouth. He looked a few feet in front of him and saw the metallic wrapped York Peppermint Patties, making a trail down the hallway and turning down another one. He moved a long the hallway in his crouched position, picking up the candies, shoving them in his suit jacket pocket first, then into his pants pockets, next his hands. Following the trail, Vince didn’t acknowledge nobody as he was too busy following the trail, unwrapping a few here or there, devouring them. Chocolate encircled his lips after awhile, a silver wrapper trail following behind him. Triple H just stepped out into the hallway, after doing his warm ups to head to the ring and toppled over his father-in-law and boss. Falling backwards on his ass and sighing, “Watch where..” He was about to finish the sentence when he saw who it was. Standing to his feet as he dusted himself off, Paul didn’t say anything else as Vince disappeared around the corner heading down another hallway. Shaking his head, looking to the open bottle of water in his hand, tossing it into a nearby trash can, “Someone either spiked it or I’ve lost my mind completely.” He grumbled to himself as he headed towards the Gorilla position.


Vince ignored everything around him still, following the trail. Even his own kids thought he was crazy following the trail of candies upon the floor. It was no way for the Chairman of WWE to act, but Vince ignored the comment from Shane as he kept his eyes on the prizes before him. Stopping as he saw the trail, heading into a lit up locker room, he saw a huge pile of the little minty goodness just waiting for him to devour, plus a few bags of them. He followed the trail into the locker room as the door closed behind him. A ruckus was heard as Mark and Glen came walking down the hallway. They both stopped and looked to the closed locker room door, “What the hell?” Glen questioned. He went to reach for the door knob as Mark moved him back against the wall, as Vince flew out of the locker room, York Peppermint Pattie wrappers flying in his wake, then a stampede of Divas chasing him with bags of the chocolates in their arms.

“Now why can’t I get women like that?” Glen asked as he looked to Mark. Mark sighed, “Cause you are not Vince McMahon for one. Two, you’ve got better taste than the Divas. And well, I can’t tell you why from there.” Glen sighs as they peeked around into the locker room.


Chocolate hand prints were upon the lockers and floor, some of Vince’s clothes were also found on the floor. Mark and Glen looked to one another, “Looks like Vinnie was in paradise.” Glen commented. Mark chuckled, “I would say Peppermint Paradise.” Stepping into the locker room and grabbing the mini camcorder and chuckles, “I know who would like to see this. Come on, let’s go make the delivery before our match.” With that Mark and Glen left, carrying the camcorder, with the evidence, for the ring leader of it all, but who was behind it?