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Ted Dibiase was living the life. As he ran another fist into Hunico's face, a sense of accomplishment ran through him. He had fans, a wonderful wife, a son coming soon and he wasn't all that bad at wrestling.

Ted chuckled to himself at that comment. Of course he wasn't bad at wrestling, it was in his blood. A third generation superstar had it's perks.

Ted superplexed Hunico into the floor, before locking in his Father's signature submission. The crowd went wild at the move and in the corner of his mind, he hear Lawler calling out the move's name. Not that anybody didn't know it. Hunico struggled against the lock, getting to his feet but as Ted wrenched his arms harder, the Italian man dropped to the floor before tapping the ground for reprieve.

As his theme song blared, the referee raised his hand and Dibiase took a mock bow, still slightly exhausted from what he would describe as a nice fight with his enemy. Though judging by the look of it, Ted didn't think Hunico thought he was friendly at all. Then suddenly, I came from money was cut off and as All about the money came on, Ted couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face. A middle sized balding man made his way to the ring, strutting in time with the music. He wore black suit and a light golden tie. Ted Dibiase, Ted thought as his father sintered into the ring with the sashe of a teenage girl. Before another thought could enter his head, Ted felt the arms of his father wrapped around him and a comforting hand tap his back.

Despite being sweaty, Ted couldn't help but hug his senior in return.

"Deodorant."

He heard his father whisper into his ear. As the audience burst into laughter, it hit him that his father had said that into a microphone. Ted pushed the old man away only to have him pull off his signature maniacal laugh.

"Come on boy, can't take a joke?" He mocked as Ted forced a smile and gestured for a mic.

"So old man," Ted started. "you here to celebrate another one of my wins?"

Ted watched as his father snorted into his microphone.

"What else would I be here for?"

The crowd cheered at the sign of fatherly affection and Ted opened his mouth to say something when his father interrupted, raising a hand that even as a child, was known as the hand of silence.

"Could I have a moment?" He asked and the entire arena fell quiet.

"I came here tonight to say that you're the best thing that ever happened to me."

The crowd awwed and the older man shot them a look that could kill birds midflight.

"You're my beloved son, and I will always care about you."

Ted felt something well up in his throat but before he opened his mouth, No Chance in Hell started playing. He rolled his eyes as the balding CEO of WWE came out dressed in a black shirt and jeans.

"Just because you aren't wearing a suit doesn't make anyone of us like you any better." Ted taunted and the crowd jeered at the all too familiar heel.

Vince McMahon laughed the comment off. "Oh Ted, if you knew what I was capable of, you wouldn't dare do that."

"What? Making us all go blind?" Ted retorted, feeling a surge of overwhelming confidence.

"You don't know who you're messing with boy." Vince McMahon's tone suddenly turning ugly.

Ted just chose to laugh at the wrinkles that were appearing on the mad man's face.

On the big screen behind Vince, the camera's had zoomed in on his expression and soon, the entire WWE universe was laughing along with him, much to the disgust of the McMahon.

"Laugh while you can because once you find out what your father has been up to, I'm sure that you won't want to laugh for a long time."

Vince sneered at the young superstar whose blood froze at those words. Surely Vince was lying. Though his father had never once come out to congratulate him on a match nor shown any signs of public affection before but hell, there needed to be a start.

Seeing the conflicted emotions crossing the younger Dibiase's face, Vince McMahon cooed.

"Aww, did poor little Teddy not know that his daddy was broke?"

If Ted's blood could run any colder, it would've done right now.

"Broke?" He yelled at Vince, unable to keep his temper in check. "He's the million dollar man Vince, he's got more money than you could ever dream of!"

"Not anymore. Call it a bad business investment but your father is on the verge of bankruptcy. So, he agreed to do a few favors for me. Like he said, everyone's got a price!"

Vince attempted to imitate the signature cackle but his parody was only booed by the audience.

"Anyway," He continued. "I'm getting tired of you and your "Dibiase posse", so why not let my first favor from him be getting rid of his snotty nosed brat."

"He would never do that!" Ted yelled back. He turned around to get confirmation from his dad but instead felt steel run straight into his face. He fell back and groaned as another chairshot was laid to his torso. The last thing he heard was the disbelief in the air and the horrible cackle of Vince's laugh before everything went black.

"Oh my god! Ted Dibiase just hit his own son! With a chair!" King Lawler screamed into his mike.

"I guess they say what goes around comes around. The million dollar man has been bought out!"

Even Michael Cole couldn't hide the shock from his voice as Ted Dibiase senior stood over his son's unconscious body, not a look of regret on his face but one of a job well done. He dropped the chair and walked over to Vince.

"Hand over the money now." The man in the suit demanded and Mr McMahon laughed.

"Do you think it's really going to be that easy Dibiase?" Vince said, a superior tone in his voice.

"I'm not done with you or your son just yet. So the money will have to wait."

A downcast look formed on the million dollar man's face.

"So you aren't going to give me the money?" Ted asked, his voice unable to hide the belief in that Vince would give him the money.

"Why, you sound more concerned about the bills than your son."

Ted Dibiase senior just shrugged his shoulder's at the man who lay unconscious in the ring. "He was always slow."

"Well come on then, I'll see that you get at least a little money." Vince chuckled at the lighting up of his fellow's face. All about the money came on again but this time it was met with angry shouts instead of applause.

"Boy, this is not a good day for anyone King." Commented, an unusual monotone to his voice

"Are you kidding me! Ted Dibiase just got nailed in the head with a chair! To add insult to injury, it was from his FATHER who was hired by MR MCMAHON!" Jerry yelled at Cole who turned and glared at his partner.

"You can't say you couldn't have seen that coming-" Cole started but was cut off when a headset came flying at him.

"That's it! Vince! Get your smelly ass down here!"

Jerry climbed over the announcement table and slid into the ring. He had a microphone in his hand and his face told all the words he couldn't say due to the PG rating.

"How dare you abuse your power like that! Why take it out on a poor boy and his father who has made a bad decision!" Jerry yelled into the mike, the crowd falling silent for a second time this night.

Vince feigned thoughtfulness for a moment before raising the microphone to his mouth. "Maybe I just simply enjoy it."

Jerry's face went red at those words. "You're nothing but a pathetic little coward." He muttered into the microphone.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! You're nothing but a scared little boy hiding behind the talent of greater men who you have ripped off!"

Vince looked taken back by Jerry's words and opened his mouth but the onslaught hadn't ended yet.

"You tear apart people's lives, take away their jobs and you even have your own fucking club for your ass! How low can you go! I'm embarrassed to even work under you, you miserable excuse for a human being!"

His words rang through the air, a tense silence filling the arena as if what he said was still sinking in. Suddenly, a hoarse laughter sounded. Vince stood at the front of the ramp, doubling over in laughter.

"Say what you want Lawler." Vince began, fitting the words in. "But unfortunately for you, this 'miserable excuse for a human being' currently holds the contract to your job."

Realization sunk in and the look on Jerry's face only worsened as Vince drew out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"And that job that you have," Vince tore the sheet, methodically ripping the paper into tiny shreds before blowing the remaining pieces away, scattering white everywhere. "is now gone."

Gasps of dismay were heard from the crowd and another chorus of boos were aimed at the chairman who smiled all too pleasantly at the look on his former employee's face.

Lawler raised the microphone to his mouth, his fist gripped tightly onto the handle.

"Well, if I'm going out of here, I'm taking you with me."

In the moment it took for Mr McMahon to comprehend Jerry's words, he was already out of the ring and half way up the ramp. Vince tried to run but his efforts were futile as he caught a drop kick to the back of his skull, sending him to the steel floor below. In minutes, security swarmed the area, dragging the commentator away from the business man but not before Jerry had managed to get some damage in. The camera zoomed in on the blood that seeped from Vince's nose and Cole commented on how Mr McMahon looked better with a broken nose. Medics finally arrived on the scene too, strapping the younger Dibiase to a stretcher and carting him away. The crowd's hearts went out to the two, one being escorted away from the building, the other lying unconscious on a board. But what the audience didn't see was just before the stretcher exited the arena, the young boy's eyes flicked open. And they were filled with the need for revenge.

My first WWE fanfic. Written from an idea formed in the bathroom, put on an expensive ipad and then shoved onto the most amazing site ever. Try not to be too mean on me and hopefully, I won't wait a year before updating.