Hey and welcome once again to another exciting fan fiction by the Real Mizz! Anyway, this is a little Christmas musing I had starting back in September (yeah, I like to be organised...and Christmassy!). All characters, unless otherwise stated, are property of World Wrestling Entertainment and Vincent Kennedy McMahon.

Enjoy!

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Slouching in his Italian leather chair, Mr. McMahon hummed gleefully to himself. As the tune of 'I'm Dreaming Of a White Christmas' echoed around the room, a warm, fuzzy feeling crept his stomach, as did a strangly sincere smirk across his aging face. He really did love Christmas. No, really. It had been some of his fondest memories since becoming a Father and, more recently, a Grandfather. This year, he wanted everything to be perfect.

But there was a problem.

Biting the end of his gold, diamond encrusted fountain pen nervously, Vince remembered something that could put a damper on the whole McMahon festive season, that could ruin Christmas entirely for one of the most powerful families in America; his head chefs were not to be in town for the day of the 25th of December.

That's right, for the first time in nearly 30 years, his catering staff decided that they wanted a holiday too. Heaven forbid! Just because Ricardo's wife was due to have her first child on that Holy day, and Gerard hadn't had a Christmas off in the ten years he had been working in the McMahon house hold, what right did they have to want the day off? It was preposterous!

Sitting himself upright, Vince slammed his pen down, obviously annoyed by it all. This was to be a very special Christmas day for them all; his Granddaughter, Aurora Rose's first Christmas.

The mere mention of his daughters baby girl melted his heart entirely; her beautiful, crisp blue eyes, her soft as cotton candy skin and her mass of short yet curly brunette hair. She was perfect in every sense of the word, even if Vince was a little bias. And, after all, he was allowed to be just for once in his life.

He couldn't sacrifice the perfect Christmas dinner just for his holiday orientated workers! Sure, his Granddaughter was to young to tuck into roast turkey but that didn't stop him wanting the best Festivities the State of Connecticut had ever seen!

Standing to his feet, he picked up his phone, determined to get some alternative arrangements in place. "Coachman?" he hollered, his voice gruff, meaning urgent business. "Come to my office - now!" he roared, slamming the receiver down, returning to his seat as he awaited the arrival of his special assistant.

A few moments of agonising waiting later, a timid knock came at the door. Upon inviting the guest to enter, Jonathan Coachman peeped his head around the door post coyly.

"You called, Sir?" his voice quivered, hoping that his boss was not angry at him.

"Yes, I did." Vince nodded, getting up from his seat, placing the papers he was reading down onto the mahogany desk.

"Wha-what can I do for you?" Coachman entered a little further, unsure of Mr. McMahon's thoughts.

"Come in the doorway for starters!" Vince joked in an edgy fashion, the Coach unable to make out his bosses exact musings.

Upon this, Jonathan closed the door, looking to his feet, his voice in almost a whisper. "Are you mad at me?"

"Of course not!" Vince chuckled, pulling Coachman's shoulders in for a friendly hug. "Well, not yet."

"How'd you mean, sir?" Coach tittered, trying to make himself a little more at ease.

Releasing Jonathan from his grip, the Chairman turned and faced away from his valued assistant. "Only if you don't do this task properly, then I'll be mad at you."

Coachman appeared startled. "What task?"

"Well I'm glad you asked." Vince replied, returning to his seat, sitting forward, cupping his hands together and planting them on the desk. "You are well aware what the 25th of December is, as is everybody on the planet."

"Christmas day." Coach stated, expecting a trick question of some sorts.

"Exactly." Vince pointed in praise. "And, tell me, what does Christmas mean to you? Don't give me any of that religious crap, we all know that McMahonism is far superior to any other faith on the planet!"

"Well, Christmas is all about presents, first and foremost." Jonathan replied, his eyes glazed over, remember his first train set when he was three years old, with the distinct puffing sound the red engine made. His dark blue and maroon mountain bike - that nearly came up to his head - when he was seven. His first make up set when he was ten, complete with the brightest, pinkest blusher and lipstick on the planet, given to him by a rather confused Great Aunt Sally.

"After the presents." Vince continued, rolling his hands as a gesture to bring back some form of memory to the younger man.

"The Christmas dinner - that was always fantastic!" Coachman cheered, his trademark smirk returning to his face. "I always remember Mama and I, every Christmas morning after opening our prezzies, we would go into the kitchen, still being able to smell the fresh sage and onion stuffing we had stuffed the turkey with the night before." he reminisced, fascinated by his recollections.

"That's where you come in." Vince broke the silence, once again standing from his seat.

"Me?"

"Yes, you see, my kitchen staff, after years of kissing my ass - literally of course - every Christmas morning have now decided that they are not going to do it this year." Vince sneered; wasn't he as entitled to his Christmas dinner as the next wealthy entrepreneur?

"Really? Well, with all due respects sir, I really hope that you aren't asking me to do it..." Coachman giggled one again uneasily.

"No, far from it, I've tasted your cooking before! You can't even boil an egg!"

Coachman nodded, there was no point in denying it; he was a rubbish cook, far unworthy of having the privilege of cooking the entire McMahon family Christmas dinner.

"Where do I come into all of this?" the Coach questioned, digging his right hand into his Armani suit trouser pocket.

"Well, I want you my special assistant to find me some decent chefs for my Christmas Day Extravaganza!" Vince told eagerly.

"How should I do that?" Coach quizzed, knowing that it is very hard indeed to please a McMahon.

"Put advertisements on the internet and local papers. Go asking restaurants if they have any staff spare for Christmas day this year, I don't know this is your assignment. Just make sure it is someone who can prepare all of the trimmings to perfection! I can count on you, right?" the Boss inquired, wrapping his arms again around the top of Jonathan's shoulders.

"Yes, you can, sir." the Coach's smile became less bright, nerves filling the pit of his stomach as Vince gleamed on in happiness, imagining the best Christmas ever for his wonderful family.

However, unbeknownst to them, two well loved men stood mischievously outside Mr. McMahon's office and were soon to be playing a nasty game on their boss...

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Hey, thanks for reading the first chapter and, I know it's a little short but trust me, they will get a lot longer! I hope you've enjoyed it.

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