Darbicus Posted August 17, 2017 Share Posted August 17, 2017 (Opening Note: I am shifting backward some things in order for this to fit with my own timeline. In case it is not obvious, I am playing the role of Jerry Jarrett.) http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RYquyyZ8JaU/Tb_Hmn2w3II/AAAAAAAAAMU/4OH_dZ29_P0/s400/WWFLogo94-98.png Scene: Federal Courtroom in New York City The whole courtroom was abuzz with the scene unfolding before them that hot July day. Word had come the night before that the jury had reached a verdict, but given time constraints they would reveal it in the morning. All in the room were supremely confident in what the outcome would be. None more so than a neck-braced, smiling Vincent Kennedy McMahon. He sat in the defendant's chair next to his lawyer, Jerry McDevitt, with his wife and children in the gallery immediately behind him. Several other of Vince's friends and colleagues had arrive for moral support as well, including Gorilla Monsoon and Pat Patterson. I myself sat near the back of the room, I didn't feel comfortable enough with this group yet to sit so close to them. I was eager to see what would happen, but almost as certain of the outcome as Vince himself was. Despite the mountain of evidence the prosecution seemingly had against him when he was indicted the previous fall, but legal missteps on the part of the prosecution had resulted in two of the three counts against him being thrown out of court. While there was still a good amount of circumstantial evidence for distribution of steroids, which could see the wrestling impresario sent away for nearly ten years, the Prosecution's case had by all accounts been sloppily presented. Their "star" witness of Hulk Hogan, newly signed by our rivals WCW, had given mealy mouthed testimony designed to protect his own image versus anything to do with Vince. The only witness who had directly linked Vince to the steroids was Kevin Wacholz, Nailz, and even I could see that guy was crazier than the average guy on the street corner (even up here in New York). Jerry had thrashed the Prosecution's case and, at least to me, there wasn't nearly enough there to convict. "All rise..." I was awoken from my reminiscence by the baliff, who called the court to order as the judge for the proceedings entered the courtroom. A moment later, and the jury also filed into their box, seemingly eager to get this over with. Vince stood stoically, but you could tell from the look on his face he was ready for the inevitable acquittal. "You may be seated..." As the judge went through some pre-verdict mumbo jumbo, I remembered briefly how I had been called upon to enter Vince's madhouse of fun. He had approached me specifically to "watch over his baby" in case anything bad should happen to him, but that had been before his case had been turned into a laughing stock by the US District Attorney's office. I admit I was shocked that he had asked me, given we had been competitors for a long time. But then again down south, I guess I was isolated from his expansion somewhat, given that he had bigger fish to fry in Crockett and the other two big players, Watts and Fritz, had kind of blown themselves out of the water. Maybe it was because I had survived against him that he trusted me to look after the business if he went away. Not that it would happen now...and once he was acquitted I figured I might find myself back down in Memphis (I had given Randy Hales the job of running things down there with Jerry while I was away) if I was lucky. "Has the jury reached a verdict?" "We have your honor." I laughed to myself as I barely heard the jury foreperson hand the verdict to the judge. The surprise to Vince would be that I had no intention of being a caretaker. I would ensure the company would not only succeed, but thrive, where he had been creatively spinning his wheels the last year and a half without Hogan. People liked to joke that if I ever took over, Jerry Lawler would be WWF Champion in a New York Minute. Not true, honestly. I would find someone who was best for business. Bret wasn't a bad choice as champion, and we had a few other good talents to pick from (though lord knows the personalities in that locker room are starting to get a bit too big for their britches). But I saw myself doing more than just staying the course for the company. "The defendant will stand and face the jury as the verdict is read..." It wasn't even worth paying attention to such ideas now. After all, Vince would be acquitted soon enough and everything would be back to normal. Probably meant he would put the belt on that big guy Kevin Nash by next year. Might not be bad short term, but long term... "In the case of the United States v. Vincent K. McMahon..." I'm sitting back here looking at Vince, not a bead of sweat dripping down his brow. He seems to know his fate before anyone else does. The media focus on this has been bad for us to be certain, but we can over come it... "...on the charge of distribution of anabolic steroids, pursuant to US Code..." ...only Linda looks a bit worried. I guess I would answer to her if anything came of this... "...we find the defendant...Vincent Kennedy McMahon..." The next few moments are a blur to me. I can remember audible gasps from the crowd. The sound of cameras clicking. I can remember the cries from Stephanie even. But what I remember most is the sudden look of shock and disbelief on Vince's face when that word was uttered...and only one thought crossed my head in the silence that followed... "Guilty." Where do we...where do I go from here. More to follow... 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