Save Me

Mara McMahon lived life with no direction from her father, Vince McMahon as a child. She's grown up now... into a rebellious brat who wants things to go her way or no way. After one of Mara's crazy stunts that pushes Vince over edge, he sends her into the WWE. What happens when she meets a superstar who understands her... and just so happens to be Vince's biggest rivals?

A/N: I'm baack! :D I promised a story... it's not mine... but it's something right? This is a story request for DivaliciousDooL, I myself, am excited to be publishing my first story request (as well as my second one soon...) but here we are!

Just want to say I don't own OC Mara, as she owns herself. And Mara... I hope you don't mind me throwing in the fact that Randy is Vince's biggest rival (reference to the Orton/McMahon family feud back in 2009, you know when Legacy was formed.) And I don't own anything affiliated with the WWE. Randy Orton, Vince McMahon and others... they own themselves and are owned by WWE as well.

Mara's POV

They say that 'ignorance is bliss.' Well, I for one... believe them. Whoever said it that is. My name is Mara McMahon. Ugh, McMahon, that leaves such a bad taste in my mouth every time I say it. I don't hate being a McMahon, what are you nuts? Being a McMahon, it gives me the freedom to do whatever I please, to whomever I want. I just hate having Vince McMahon as my father.

Now don't- I know what you are going to say. And if it's something about how Vince loves his baby girl Stephanie, and how he won't love me the same way... then I shall stop you right there. First off, Stephanie and I can't stand each other. We have such big egos and they collide so many times... 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It's almost nearly everyday the two of us go at each others throats.

Secondly, Stephanie was a lot closer to Vince than I was, so she tends to inherit some of Vince's terrible traits and use them against me. Stephanie- my God, it pains me to say this... Stephanie is the true definition of 'Daddy's Little Girl.' Even though she's technically not 'little,' as she is my older sister.

Sometimes I wish she could be just like me... because it sucks being a loner sometimes and it's nice to have some girl company, at least someone who understands me. But I forgot who Stephanie McMahon obviously was- wishing something like this.

So, no, of course Vince doesn't 'love' me the same way.

Have I mentioned why I call him 'Vince?'

It's because when he divorced my poor mother, he took Stephanie with him and left my mother, Shane and I to fend for our own. And let's not forget him getting wrapped up in his crappy WWE business. So therefore, in my book, Vince does not earn the right to be called a 'father.' To me, to be called a 'father' is a privilege, not a right.

If you were to ask who in particular, I am most close to... I would have to say my brother, Shane. Unlike Stephanie, he sees Vince's flaws and faults, and he steps up to Vince if he has a problem.

Shane... I can't tell you how much I admire him for that.

I would say I'm close to my mother... but we are nothing alike. She has more in common with Stephanie than she does with myself. At least, I think so. I don't know why, but I still love her nonetheless.

I'm an ex-gymnast. Being a gymnast... it's a passion. Why I quit? Well, I didn't necessarily quit... I was 'let go for the better of the rest of all the pretty little girls wanting to accomplish their dreams.' translation, I was let go because I had a crappy attitude toward some of the girls here, and I was too 'competitive' for them as most of them quit because of me. That wasn't my problem.

I still do it on my own... now don't let this tough girl persona fool you... I do it for myself, as it has it's ways of relaxing me when I am angry or stressed out.

It's been years since I last seen Vince... and I've been enjoying every single last minute of it. I was until I was informed the worst news of my entire life.

My mother steps in with her cellphone in hand, she'd just gotten off the phone... with who? I have no idea. She sits beside me where I stand, staring at her in anticipation.

She was looking at me as if she wanted to tell me something. I couldn't help but wonder what? "Mara." She says, smiling at me sweetly.

"Mom." I say in the same tune as hers. She seemed so calm... yet almost nervous. "Look, you know I love you right?"

Where is this going? "Yes, Mom." I narrowed my eyebrows, and my stare turns into a worry glance. "Is something wrong?"

"I just got off the phone with your father." She informs me, and my stomach drops in result. "Vince?"

"Now, Mara. He's your father." She says to me in a motherly tone. "No, Mom. He had a chance to be my father when he left." I say to her, standing on my feet. "What did he say? What did he want? And why are you telling me this?"

"Your father and I have talked about you struggling to find a job for yourself and build yourself a career. So your father and I have discussed sending you to stay with Stephanie and her husband."

"What?" I couldn't believe what I just heard, stay with STEPHANIE and her HUSBAND. "Mom, do you know what this means? I have to stay with Stephanie and her husband on the road?!"

"Yes, honey. It's for your own good." My mother says, trying to console me when she sees that I am obviously upset.

"My own good? You wanna talk about 'my own good?' You don't know the meaning of such terminology. And to prove this, you are shipping me off to go stay with Stephanie and her family." I let myself fall onto of my bed, and groaned.

"Mara, I'm sorry. It's just... we want what's best for you." My mother explains to me. "We." I got up to look at my mother, giving her an incredulous look.

"What's with this 'we' talk? Since when does Vince get a say on my life? He wasn't there for the most of it, what makes him want to come back now?"

"He's doing this for me, Mara."

"Yeah, but what about me? Everyone in this family thinks about what's best for Mara when it's really what's best for them. I know what it is, you're tired of putting up with me. That's it Mom, I know it is."

"What is so hard about staying with Stephanie and her family? What's so hard about that?" My mother argues. "Her husband, Paul Levesque is the closest thing Vince McMahon can get to. And I don't want to be around Vince, Mom. You know that."

"Well, Mara, you know what, maybe reuniting yourself with Vince isn't such a bad idea." My mother literally snapped on me before she stood up and took off downstairs.

I threw myself back on my bed, putting a pillow on my face. "Oh and Mara..." My mother says returning to my room, poking her head into my hotel bedroom door. "You better get ready... because Paul is coming to get you... in a few minutes."

She leaves without saying another word.

I couldn't believe it. For a second I thought my very own mother understood me, inside and out... I thought she might understand that I despite the very thing that is Vince McMahon. Now she has the audacity, to speak with VINCE about me, and ship me off to stay with Stephanie and Paul.

Not that I have anything against Paul, but as I said before, he's the closest thing to Vince in the WWE. And I prefer not to have ANY sort of interaction with Vince McMahon whatsoever. And then there's Stephanie...

My God...

My own flesh and blood has betrayed me. And now I'm alone...

It's not much, just an intro as I didn't want to speed things up here.

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