Disclaimer: The only character I own is Britney McMahon and a few people who pop up for a paragraph or so in the story. All others are obviously copyright to themselves, WWE, and Vince McMahon.
Characters: Edge (Adam), Brock Lesnar, Christian (Jay), Stephanie, Triple H (Paul Levesque), Paul Heyman, Chris Jericho, Lita (Amy), Jeff Hardy, Trish Stratus, The Undertaker (Mark), Rob Van Dam, Vince McMahon, Shane McMahon, Kurt Angle
Small Roles: Rey Mysterio, Shawn Michaels, The Rock (Dwayne), Jonathan Coachman, Matt Hardy, Rhyno (Terry), Hulk Hogan, Test (Drew), Stacy Keibler, Torrie Wilson, The Hurricane (Shane), Chris Benoit, Molly (Nora), Jacqueline, Jazz (Charlene), Jackie Gayda, Kane (Glenn), Bubba Ray (Mark Lamonica), D-Von (Devon)… probably more that I'm forgetting, but you get it.
Prologue
Adam Copeland, better known as Edge, was sitting on a couch in Room 1201 of a Marriott Hotel in Chicago. He was surrounded by some of his wrestling friends. His childhood friend Jay Reso, Matt and Jeff Hardy, Chris Irvine, Drew Martin, Stacy Keibler, Chris Benoit, Torrie Wilson, Amy Dumas, Kurt Angle and Mark Callaway were all, comfortably, sitting inside the living room of Britney McMahon's huge hotel room. Adam glanced up from the conversation he was having with the two Chris's, and saw Britney putting out a bunch of food and drinks for everyone. While she may have been the cousin of Stephanie, AND the niece of Vince, she was NOT a McMahon at heart, not at all. Adam respected and got along well with Stephanie, but she could get a little crazy if she didn't get what she wanted, when she wanted it. But Britney on the other hand, who over time had become one of Adam's best friends, worked her ass of all the time, even though she really didn't need to. He smiled to himself as he recalled training in the ring with her, and making a crack about her wrestling, "like a McMahon." Damn, she really kicked his ass that day. That was the day before he learned that she had been making trips to the ring with Amy. After that encounter, he'd asked her to come and hang out with his friends. She didn't seem to really like many of Stephanie's friends, specifically her boyfriend, Paul Levesque. Luckily, she agreed, and she fit right in. Glancing over at Amy and Torrie talking, he thought to himself, It doesn't hurt that she looks like Torrie and is as cool to hang out with as Amy. Not that there's anything wrong with the way Amy looks, but… man, I am a pig. Typical red-blooded male. Suddenly, a pillow hit him right across the face and he snapped out of his daze. He turned and saw Benoit glaring at him while Trish and Stacy started laughing.
"What the hell was that for?" he asked, rubbing his head and pretending to be hurt.
"Well, Brit's been calling you for the last five minutes and you were too far away for me to smack, so I thought the pillow would suffice," he said, smirking. Adam shook his head to see the blonde McMahon standing in front of him, hands on her hips.
"Oh, sorry," Adam said. "What's up?"
She rolled her eyes jokingly, "When you're back on earth, I was hoping you'd help me get this damn iron out of the closet. It's on the top shelf."
As Adam stood and nodded, Chris Irvine jumped up, "I'll help you get it, you know how I LOVE to help my ladies in the bedroom!" Amy threw a pillow at him.
"Can it Jerky!" she said.
"Yeah, maybe when you hit puberty and that growth spurt comes along, THEN I'll call you for help!" Britney called. She then led Adam into the bedroom and showed him the closet. "Can you get that down?" she asked, "I gotta iron this shirt I wanna wear tonight in the ring."
Adam smiled and reached up into the closet to the top shelf, which really was WAY up. He felt the metal of the iron hit his hand and he grabbed a hold of it. Britney took this moment to look the tall blonde up and down. Sometimes, she felt guilty but hey, he was gorgeous. As her gaze traveled up his long legs, she noticed how his shirt had ridden up. A playful smirk crossed her face as she decided to see how ticklish he was. She took her index finger and poked him on his rock-solid stomach, causing him to laugh and bend over, knocking the iron off the shelf. Britney watched as the iron fell from the edge of the shelf, right on top of Adam's head.
"Ow!" he yelled, and Britney's eyes widened.
"Oh shit! Adam, I'm so sorry!" she said, stifling a laugh. He looked up at her, rubbing his head.
"Damn, don't you McMahon's have 'people' to do this kind of thing for you?" he asked playfully. She smacked him and he played it out, falling back onto the bed. She bent down to pick up the iron and walked out of the room, stopping for a minute at the door.
"You know, if you hadn't made that one comment, I'd feel bad and try to make you feel better!" she called before leaving him alone in the room.
He laid there for a minute, rubbing his head and chuckling at what had happened. Then, he felt something prodding at his back. He turned over and saw an envelope with Britney's name written in big black capital letters. Curiosity taking over, Adam opened the envelope, but only after seeing it had already been opened. The inside flap read the words "NEVER FORGET." Puzzled, Adam reached into the envelope and took out pictures. He recognized Britney, though she looked a few years younger, but who was that guy she was with? He looked a little bit older than she did, and he was HUGE. Tall, blonde hair, young looking face, and gigantic muscles surrounded the guy's frame. Must be an old boyfriend, he thought to himself. But something about the pictures, all of him and Britney, one with Stephanie in it as well, made him uneasy. He wondered why the envelope said, "Never forget the times," and why it was even there, until Jay's voice cut through the air.
"Come on Adam! The Devils/Leafs game is about to start! Get your ass in here!" Adam sighed, getting up from the bed.
As he called, "I'm coming!" back to Jay, he couldn't help but worry about what he had found.