Title: Unknown
Summary: Scott Garland, or better known to the fans as Scotty Too Hotty has returned home to the WWE.
Pairings: Scotty2Hotty/Chris Jericho, Edge/Christian, MIz/Maryse(Yes I'm writing het, what? They're cute!) temporary JohnMorrison/Melina... John Morrison/? Ted Dibiase/? more as the story progresses…
Warnings: Slash, mentions of past abuse, non-con, stalkers. Chris Jericho doesnt appear for a few chapters!(Yes thats a warning, comeon, Jericho not being around sucks!)
Disclaimer: If I owned the WWE,
#Scotty would still be around(and many more Superstars)
#I'd be on the creative team(personally I think they need to be replaced) not writing fanfics.
#I'd be rich not living with my folks.
#It would have a better title… Id pay someone to come up with one!
A/N: I might have blown Scotty's awesomeness out of proportion here with the way Vince sees him but oh well as far as I'm concerned the Worm is awesome! Also, Vince may or may not be in character… Who the hell knows, unless if you know Vinnie Omac Personally, no complaining, I complain enough for everyone...
This is my first chapters WWE fiction so here's hoping people like it and I finish it!
Chapter 1
It was a unusually chilly August morning; the thick coat covering the thirty-seven year old man providing him will a shield against the harsh wind blowing from the east. His plane had just landed in a private airport in New York; after a short flight from his own home in Maine.
A sleek black limo pulled up, and before Scotty Garland could say boo, his luggage was popped into the vehicle and a familiar face greeted him.
"Scotty, how are you doing son?" And again before Scotty could move he was enveloped in a firm hug by one Vincent Kennedy McMahon. "How are you, son? How are my favourite faux grandkids? Your parents?"
"Fine, sir," Scotty smiled politely as Vince let out a loud chuckle. "How are you, Mr-"
"Now son, I've told you before, you call me Vince!" the chairman of the WWE chuckled, "Now come on, lets get in; my balls are turning blue."
The trip back to the McMahon mansion was quiet, with both men exchanging a few polite questions about their individual families. Most wouldn't believe that Vince McMahon would go out of his way to personally pick up a previous employee, but the young man sitting beside him was special to the chairman of the WWE. He was there for the man during the darkest period of his life; while he was a busy man he made time for the young man. And while Vince knew that people would question his sanity after rehiring the blond he knew he would be making the right decision.
Something most people didn't know about Scotty was that he never wanted to go above the mid-card. Vince knew the man was capable of more then what he showed – but something or rather someone held the Worm back. Mr McMahon smiled at the young man who stared out silently through the tinted window of the car. It was clear to Vince that Scotty was lost in thought, and the chairman had a vague idea of what was going through Scotty's head, the frown on the man's face was a clear indicator.
"How is the counselling going son?" Vince asked. Scotty didn't respond immediately, but looked his employer in the eye and nodded.
"It's going," Scotty shrugged, "I don't really like it, but…"
"It will help son," Vince smiled.
"It does help," Scotty agreed, "I- its just easier to- to… to live, I guess."
Vince squeezed the younger man's shoulder affectionately, "It will get better, I promise. In the meantime, we'll get you back where you belong. In the WWE, before all of your fans."
"Not sure if I have any left," Scotty shrugged, "it's been a while."
"Nonsense! I've seen Cena's twitter account," Vince roared with laughter, startling the younger man. "John tells me apparently some fan has been telling him that you're more entertaining then he is!"
Scotty blushed, "How is John? I-I haven't spoken to him in a few years… actually I haven't spoken to anyone in a while."
"Well, you'll be able to ask him yourself tomorrow," Vince smiled, "We have a meeting in the morning."
Scotty nodded, turning his attention back to the window, noticing they had arrived at the familiar Mansion he had spent two weeks of his life near the end of 2009. Something caught his eye, "Vince, is that… is that a gargoyle?"
Vince roared with laughter again and nodded, "Christmas present from Mark."
"Taker?" Scotty smiled, Vince nodded, "He gave me a worm farm a few years ago."
"That man is something else," Vince chuckled, "Actually, since we are on the topic of Undertaker and Kane, I'll just let you know that your story line will revolve around them for most of the year."
Scotty fell silent for a moment before he asked. "Why?"
Vince said, softly. "I want to give your character a push. Who better then the Phenom and the Big Red Machine?"
Scott nodded, seeing where this was going. Vince felt sorry for him. "It isn't necessary. I'm happy jobbing, Vince. I'd rather continue helping the younger kids out."
"Yeah, well I'm not," Vince said, looking outraged, "I had one of my staff create a montage of your work when you called me telling me you wanted to come back. Some of the pops you received from the fans were almost big as those of The Rock and Stone Cold back in the early 2000's. I don't know why I didn't have your character pushed earlier. You've got style kid, you might not be the biggest or the best superstar but you're entertaining enough."
Scott felt his cheeks reddening; staring at his feet as he softly thanked his boss.
"Now come on, Linda's been pestering me for weeks now," Vince smiled, "She's prepared a feast when she heard you were coming today!"
After being reintroduced to John Lauriniatis and signing a new contract for the next two years Scotty retreated to the guestroom that had been setup for him for the next few days. He found his backpack and baggage was already set inside the room. It was a luxurious room with a king-sized bed covered in silk sheets; a flat screen was mounted on the wall, above an oak drawer. The Worm King picked up his backpack; it was a simple red bag with the logo Coca Cola scrawled across the front, and pulled out his phone.
He wasn't surprised to see a text from his older brother. He was surprised however to see that the message was from Arse-on not Aaron. Scotty grinned, he was sure his nephew Michael had something to do with the misspelling of his father's name.
Everything okay Scottstar? Did u get 2 York okay? Is Steph still looking as hot as ever?
Scotty grinned, and slowly punched in the response.
Everything is fine Arse-on, the flight was good, no turbulence and I haven't seen Steph yet u perve! She's married! To the guy that may one day be my boss! Don't make me tell ur wife!
Scotty tossed his phone onto his bed and grabbed a towel, yawning as his phone vibrated.
What's ur point? Tonya perves at all the wrestlers there! Or superstars, forgot you cant say that anymore in the WWE… Tell ur boss I said he is weird…
Scotty laughed and responded before disappearing into the bathroom.
Tell him ur self Arse-on…
The next morning, Scotty found himself sitting beside Vince on the way to the WWE headquarters in New York City. The man was angrily chatting into his cell, arguing with the person on the other end of the line. But Scotty was paying no attention to Vince; he was busy staring out the window into the streets of New York.
He was so caught up staring out the window, that he didn't notice the certain pair of blonde Canadians walking up to him. He jumped several feet in the air when the younger of the two enveloped him in a bear hug!
"Jesus Christ!"
"Scotty!" William Jason 'Jay' Reso, otherwise known to the fans as Christian, cried, "I've missed you! How have you been? Where have you been! How are the kids? Are you back? When do you start! How's No-"
"Jay- calm down," Adam Copeland – or Edge, laughed.
"I'd answer your questions Jay," Scotty replied, "But I don't know where to start…"
The two blondes shared a laugh, as Scotty shook his head in amusement.
"So, how are the kids, and Nora?" Adam asked. Scotty tensed up but still smiled, it was forced by men didn't realize didn't seem to notice.
"The kids are great, they're staying with my mom," Scott replied, before he bite his lip and carefully said in a soft voice, "Nora and I divorced about a year ago."
"Wha- Jeez, I thought you two were great together," Jay said, startled, "I- woah."
Scott nodded; he thought things were great once too, "I thought so too,"
"Man, I'm sorry buddy," Adam sighed.
"Me too," Scott replied, glad suddenly that it was Jay and Adam he ran into first. Had it been anyone else they'd most certainly probe for answers. The man decided to change the subject. "How are you two going? Married yet?"
"No, he wont propose!" Jay grunted. Adam giggled.
"Why do I have to propose! You always call me the girl!" Adam snorted. "Besides, we'll save more money. Knowing you you'll want a big extravagant wedding-"
"Its not like we don't have money!" Jay snapped, "Stop being a tightass!"
"You argue like a married couple," Scotty snorted. "Just get on with it – hell get married on Raw, the fans love weddings!"
Adam chuckled, "We can get Vickie to interrupt with an 'I object'."
"And I'll hit her with the Killswitch," Jay growled. Scotty laughed as Adam planted a kiss on Jay's fuzzy cheek. Scotty smiled, softly at the display of affection.
"What about Taylor and Jordan?" Adam asked, suddenly. "Do you still see them? I mean-"
"I have full custody," Scotty said, "my mom's caring for them while I'm away."
"So Nora…"
"Doesn't see them anymore," Scotty said, wistfully. "I, uh…"
"Its okay," Adam interrupted, "You don't need to go into details. Just as long as you know if you need anyone to talk to we're here."
"Thanks," Scotty smiled. "So tell me, what's happening?"
"Things have gone crazy, Vince has been 'fired'," Jay grinned, "CM Punk caused a ruckus. We have new tag team champs, Evan Bourne and Kofi Kingston. I won the World Championship, lost it to Randy a day later, spat in his face and got low blowed to win it, lost it again-"
"Who's Coffee?" Scotty asked, with a furrowed brow. Adam chuckled. "New guy?"
"That's what you got from his rant?" Adam laughed.
"Yeah, he started a month after you left," Jay replied, "Actually there are a few new faces around, pretty good kids."
"And annoying," Adam chuckled, "Have you met Zack Ryder? Good kid, but a pain in the ass!"
"Yeah, I was still here," Scotty smiled, "He spoke more then Mikey did – when those two collided…"
"You wanted to kill them," Adam grinned.
"So it wasn't just me," Scotty said, "How is Mike anyway? Always liked that kid…"
"Yeah, you were one of the few," Adam said, darkly, before he grinned, "He won the belt!"
"The WWE Champion," Jay added. Scotty's eyes widened.
"Really?"
"Really," Jay snorted, reminded of the Miz's annoying catchphrase, "He won Money in the Bank last year and cashed it in a couple of months later. He lost it a couple of months back, but he'll get it back. Vince really took to him as Champ."
"That's fantastic!" Scotty grinned, "He's come a long way then, from the irritating, annoying, pain-in-the-ass kid backstage to the-"
"Still irritating, annoying, pain-in-the-ass Champ backstage," Adam laughed, "I figured Taylor would have told you, didn't you say she's a fan."
"A fan," Jay laughed, "Didn't you tell me she kicked JBL once when she saw him picking on Mike?"
"Yes," Adam laughed, "God that was funny! And she was barely out of diapers!"
"Hey, who's Alex Riley?" Scotty asked, "She likes him too, keeps calling him Puppy though. Or bitch now, I have no idea why. She was grounded for a week after that..."
"Really?" Scotty's brow rose at the new voice. One he recognized quite well. "Really Scott, really."
Jay and Adam roared with laughter as Scotty turned to find Mike. Behind Mike was a young man, blonde hair and dressed in a business suit.
"Did that belt doing its job keeping your pants up Mike?" Scotty smirked. Mike grinned as he threw his arms around the older man. The young man standing behind Mike eyes widened; surprised at the sudden display of affection from the former WWE Champion. The two men parted as quickly as they touched.
"This is Alex Riley, or Kevin," Mike grinned, "He's my NXT rookie, or was. Alex, this is Scotty."
"Hi," the man smiled, and held his hand out. "I'm the puppy."
Scotty reached out and shook his hand. "I have no idea why she calls you puppy."
"Probably because Alex Riley use to follow the Miz everywhere on TV," Mike replied, "It is part of his character I think."
"He follows you everywhere backstage too," Adam chuckled, "Maybe the more appropriate word is bitch."
"She already called him that," Scotty grinned. "She was grounded for a week, but God, it was funny, but inappropriate Adam, she isn't even ten yet!"
"Not to mention its not PG," Alex laughed.
"Huh? PG?"
"WWE's rated PG now," Mike said, "Since 2008, haven't you been watching?"
"No," Scotty said, frowning, "I had no time… My brother tells me I haven't missed out on much though, apparently every time he tunes in, the same people are champs."
"Not anymore," Mike said, "Del Rio's WWE champion now! And I was champ too!"
"Congrats kiddo," Scotty smiled, wondering who Del Rio was. "You earned it."
"Thanks," Mike beamed. Alex watched the interaction between the two superstars closely. "Are you back, Scotty or just visiting?"
"I'm back, signed my contract this morning with Vince," Scotty replied. "Apparently my storylines will be with Kane and Taker… Not sure when I start."
Adam suddenly roared with laughter, unable to compose himself.
"Babe, relax," Jay snickered, "What's so funny?"
"I just had this image of Kane and Taker dancing with Scotty to the Too Cool theme!"
The four men joined in laughing merrily.
Well I hope you all enjoyed, lemme know what you all think.
Next update should be in a few days... or weeks... or months... hopefully before a year...
Peace and Chicken Grease
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