Its all about control CH 5

Hunter stood at the gorilla position waiting for his cue. Mr. McMahon was in the ring with his son rambling about something or other and being angry about something else and setting matches that did not need to happen. While Hunter jumped around getting the blood flowing, his music started…Time to play the game…
Hunter began to stalk his way to the ramp and down towards the ring while the McMahon men looked on, seemingly confused. Hunter grabbed a mic from the camera crew to his side and stopped halfway to the ring.
“McMahon. You’re out here making matches and causing a commotion, and I figured, you might as well make one more match. I want my title back, and I want it now, right here, tonight.”
“Hunter, how dare you interrupt me and my son with your senseless demands! I will do no such thing now get out of here!” He spat.
“Oh Vince, I think you will. I think you will do whatever I ask you to do tonight.”
“Oh you do, do you? What makes you so confident?” At this point, Vince was up against the ropes screaming at Hunter. He did not like being interrupted especially by this arrogant s.o.b.
“Well Vince, I have something you want.”
“What could you possibly have that I would wa-” he was interrupted by the image on the screen. It was the picture Hunter and Shawn had taken earlier of Imara. The crowed didn’t really know who was on the screen but knew it was someone close to Vince; at least they believed as much.
“I am pretty sure that, sir, is your youngest daughter, is it not?”
“Hunter, you give her back to me right now!” Vince ordered. All the while Shane pretended to be upset but on the inside he was relieved this was going so well.
“Like I said earlier, I want a title shot and I want it now.”
“No way Hunter, not a chance. I will not reward behavior like this. You give me my daughter back right now!”
“Sorry Vince, you leave me no choice.” With that being said, his music picked back up again and he casually made his way back up the ramp, never breaking eye contact with Mr. McMahon.

-----Meanwhile back in the locker room-----

“Okay Imara, that’s it, lets get out of here. Hunter will be here in a minute. Grab your bag and follow me.” Shawn clicked the television off after seeing what just went down.
“Where are we going?” She inquired, zipping up her bag.
“Back to the hotel.”“Shawn that is a little obvious, is it not?”
“Imara, like we’ve said, trust us.” Just then Hunter came quickly into the room.
“Is everyone ready? We have to get out of here.” He managed, though a bit winded.
“Yeah, she’s packed and my bag never got unpacked. Let’s go.” Shawn stepped in front of Imara, leading the way. Hunter trailed, forming a protection barrier around her as the walked out of the locker room.

As the show cut to a commercial and the lights dimmed Vince turned to his son. “You…” he seethed. “Come with me NOW!”
Shane followed only because he could hardly wait to see this all go down.
“Shane, you had something to do with this, I KNOW it.” He condemned shaking his finger in his son’s face. “Where the HELL is she?” He roared.
“Dad, honestly I do not know where she is. Maybe she’s still in the DX locker room. Try there. I am going back home to be with Marissa and the kids right now. I am sure you’ll find her.” Shane patted his dad on the shoulder with a condescending attitude and walked off. He could hardly believe this was actually working. That Polaroid was a nice touch…had to be Hunters doing, he thought to himself, smiling. Shane got into the waiting limo to head back to his house and decided he should probably check up on his sister. By now she must have figured out she was not going back to the house at all.

Hunter, Imara and Shawn arrived at the hotel with little incidence. They snuck up the back stairs into their room and began to discuss the next move. Imara’s phone rang. Instinctively she jumped to it to silence it half expecting her dad to jump out of the ringing phone and then punish her for allowing it to ring.
“Hello?”
“Ima, how are you? Are you safe?”“Oh, hi Shane. Yeah, I am fine. We are back at the hotel now. When are you coming?”“Imara I’m not. You are going to travel with DX for a while. Staying with them at ALL TIMES until we can get you somewhere safe.”
“SHANE MCMAHON. You’re leaving me? This was all your idea and you’re leaving me?” Imara was in no way okay with what was going down.
“You have Hunter and Shawn. Imara it will be fine. You will see me on occasion and Steph will be around a couple of times too.” He knew that she and Steph did not get along. Steph was Dad’s other punching bag and it hurt her too much to see that on Ima’s face so she just avoided the problem all together.
“Shane, I can not believe you. I can’t believe you’re doing this. You’re the reason why I even left Dad’s house in the first place.” She sighed, not letting the tears threatening behind her deep eyes fall.
“Imara, breathe sister. You will be fine. It’s better for you if I’m not around anyway. I will not be the reason Dad found you once again. I can not have that on my shoulders.”
“Fine Shane, whatever. I need to go talk to the other two so I know what I am supposed to do.” Click. That was it. No good-bye, no I love you, nothing. Just blah blah blah, done.
“Okay guys, what do we do now?”
“Well we really need to get out of the hotel. Vince will look here and you shouldn’t be here when he gets here. Grab your stuff and I’ll get you down stairs. Shawn will worry about checking us out. Let’s go.” Hunter motioned for the door. Imara grabbed her bag and followed.
This is just NOT going to end well for me I can tell. Imara couldn’t shake the defeating thought from her head. She had a sinking feeling that this was not the beginning of something new and safe, this was in fact the beginning of the end.

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Vince was livid. How could one of his own turn on him like this. It was none of their business. That girl was all his. He put in the money to raise her he could do as he liked. Hunter was going to pay for this. He strutted his way to the DX locker room. He didn’t bother with courtesies like knocking. He was Mr. McMahon and he’d do what he liked. He knocked through the door, causing it to swing open and slam the wall. “IMARA!” He screamed. “Hunter? Shawn? Where are you at?” He began turning the room upside down. Kicking things over, tearing things off the wall. He was a raging animal. He had snapped. He was going to find her no matter what. She was going to pay for humiliating him in front of everyone like that. The nerve of that girl. Didn’t she know who she was? She was a McMahon damn it.
McMahon pulled out his phone and began frantically dialing.
“Barb? Where is the Raw roster off to next, which city?...I don’t care, just tell me WHAT GODDAMN CITY!..thank you.” Click. Well, they could run, but no one can hide from Mr. McMahon, in this world he is God. He grabbed his stuff from his office and made his way to the airport. They wanted to play chase, fine, he’d meet them in Oregon.