Come Out and Play

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I own Alessandra. This never happened. I almost wish it did. It'd be quite interesting, honestly.


Michael was waiting for the show to finally start. He was standing in the gorilla position about to make his entrance. He had convinced Ali to come with him and hang out at the commentary table, at least for a little while. She reluctantly agreed to do so. He'd introduced her to Jerry "The King" Lawler, who she was very happy to meet, as a lifetime wrestling fan. Jerry immediately could tell that she couldn't stand Michael, which was something he found to be an attractive quality in another human being. He knew they'd get along quite well, as he would have someone else to bash Cole during the show.

Jerry Lawler was announced, and the fans roared, excited to see their favorite commentator. He took his seat at the commentary table, and Michael and his daughter immediately made their way into the ring. Everyone was booing Michael Cole, and Alessandra looked completely embarrassed to be associated with him. The show began with the estranged father and daughter as the center of attention, as instead of going to the table, they went into the ring.

"Everyone, I'd like to welcome you all to tonight's Monday Night Raw. I am Michael Cole," he introduced, as the crowd booed loudly for the unpopular commentator. "And this is my daughter, Ali." She glared at Michael, as he called her his daughter. He never really seemed to care about his daughter before and now all of a sudden, he wanted to play proud papa? No way. Not on her watch.

Ali had her own mic in her hand. "Hi everyone. I'm sure you all think I'm as much of an embarrassment to the WWE, as my so-called father is, but I can promise every single one of you that I'm nothing like him," she assured them, causing the crowd to cheer for her, as she grinned. Jerry was laughing at the table.

Michael shot her a look. "Anyway, I want everyone to treat her with the utmost respect, as there will be repercussions if anyone causes any problems for her."

Out of seemingly nowhere, "I Came to Play" began playing through the arena, causing the fans to boo, Ali to roll her eyes, and Michael to smile widely, as his favorite wrestler came down the ramp, accompanied by Alex Riley.

"Oh dear God," Ali mumbled.

Both men made their way inside the ring, while the Miz was holding a microphone. "You know, Michael, we're such good friends, but I've never had the pleasure of meeting your daughter before," he began, eyeing his admirer's daughter. "I'm Mike Mizanin," he introduced himself with a cocky grin.

"This is Alessandra," Michael spoke.

She gave a half smile and a nod, not really interesting in meeting the current WWE Champion, as she thought he was a douche bag.

Mike stuck out his hand, politely, though his grin was anything but polite. "It's nice to meet you Alessandra," he said.

She unenthusiastically shook his hand. "Yeah, sure."

"Michael Cole, how could you hide this woman from me for all the time we've been friends?" Mike asked.

"Well, you know, this is my daughter, Mike, and I just don't want her to get involved with anyone here. I mean…I don't want her dating any of the wrestlers or anything," he tried to explain.

"That's not gonna be a problem. I have no interest in dating your friend here," she quickly told him.

"Wait a second," Alex spoke up. "If you were lucky enough to be wanted by Mike, you'd be more than willing to go out with him."

"Listen, second banana, I don't remember asking for your opinion. And I can assure you that I have no interest in even being friends with Mike, whether or not he's interested," Ali insisted, raising an eyebrow.

Mike's eyes locked on her. "I'll let that one slide. Anyway, since you are new here, you're obviously gonna need someone to show you around. But don't worry, I'll take care of it," he offered.

"That's alright. I'd rather not be shown around," she rejected his offer. "But thanks anyway."

"Miz, listen, I know we're really good friends and all, but I just don't want her hanging around with the guys here. I have a very beautiful, intelligent daughter, and I'd rather she not get involved with any of you," Michael interjected.

"Okay, well I wasn't exactly asking for your permission, but thanks for the heads up," Mike spoke, shooting daggers at his so-called friend.

"Actually, I don't know why you two idiots are even talking about this. I have no interest in dating anyone here, and quite frankly, Michael, you're really just annoying and nobody likes you," she admitted, matter of factly.

All three men in the ring turned to stare at her in disbelief. She shrugged and made her way out of the ring, taking a seat next to Jerry, who was the only man in the vicinity that she didn't want to knock out.

"So, Ali, did you know that you just became my favorite person?" he asked, still laughing at what just happened in the ring.

Ali smiled. "Thanks. Those guys are really just…whiners and babies. I can't stand it," she explained.

"We're gonna get along really well, here," Jerry spoke.

"I hope so. I like you best."

"Aw. Thanks."


Ali, Michael and Jerry were on commentary, during the show. Michael was clearly bothered by what Ali had said earlier in the ring, and the seemingly harsh quips she kept aiming in his direction.

The titantron immediately flashed to something that was going on backstage. It was none other than the Miz and Alex Riley.

"Listen, I don't really care what Cole says. If I want Alessandra, I will get her, with or without his help. She'll be singing a different tune soon enough anyway. I'm the WWE Champion. I can get any chick that I want. And I think I want her, so I will get her," Mike explained, his voice menacing, though calm.

"Okay, but I'm telling you Cole is definitely going to kill you. He doesn't want his daughter getting involved with anyone here, and let's be honest with each other, she doesn't really seem to be interested in you anyway," Alex pointed out with a laugh, while his mentor glared at him.

"Shut the hell up," Mike snapped. "I'm going to get her. I don't care who says what. It'll happened. Because I'm the Miz…and I'm awesome."

Ali looked like she wanted to slap Mike across the face, and Michael looked like smoke was about to come out of his ears.

"So, Cole, how did you feel about that?" Jerry asked with a gleeful, patronizing smile on his face.

"Shut up, Jerry. Mike isn't going after my daughter. It just isn't going to happen. I'm her father, and I say no," he replied.

"Um, actually I'm the daughter in question, and I'm the one who says no. I wouldn't go near Mike with a ten-foot pole, so really good luck to him and his over-ambitious goals because there's no way in hell it'll ever happen, and that had nothing to do with this one going on about whatever bull he's going on about. I make my own decision," she replied, sending a glare in Michael's direction.

"Well, she certainly doesn't need you defending her, Cole. Ali seems to have her own back covered," Jerry shot, with a laugh.

Michael shot him a look. "Anyway, I don't care what Mike says. He is not going anywhere near my daughter."

"But I thought you two were such great friends," Jerry mocked him, which caused Ali to smirk.

"We're friends, but that doesn't make it okay for him to go after Ali. That's not happening," he insisted.

Ali snorted. "I think I can take care of things with him on my own," she said. "If Mike thinks that he has some kind of chance with me, he's clearly not of sound mind because I would never be with him."


Ali was backstage, hanging out with John Morrison in the catering area. She'd left the commentator's table because she was getting really annoyed being around Michael, which most people could easily understand. He wouldn't shut up about the Miz's apparent crush on Ali, and she was sick of hearing about it. She was sitting on top of a bunch of black plastic totes, and he was standing in front of her.

"So, are you hanging around for a couple of shows? Or is this the only night you'll be here?" he asked.

Ali shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno know about that yet. I haven't really spoken to Michael about it."

"Why do you call your father Michael?" John asked, furrowing his brow.

"Well, tonight is the first time I've ever met him, so I don't really consider him my parent, you know?"

He nodded. "Ahh. That makes sense. Well, you seem really cool. I wouldn't mind if you toured with us," he said with a smile.

"Thanks, John. You seem like a great guy. I think we'll be good friends," she said with a confident smile.

"Well, if it isn't the world's most beautiful woman," Mike arrogantly spoke, walking over to the pair. "And she's talking to someone who's never been good enough to even know me, much less be my partner. That's real waste." He was slowly shaking his head, his brainless lackey trailing behind him.

Ali rolled her eyes with annoyance. "Mike, what do you want from my life?" she asked, exasperatedly.

"To chat…you know, say hi and stuff. I was thinking that maybe we could actually take care of some talking one night at maybe dinner? I don't think we got off to the best start, and I want to fix that," he said.

She raised an eyebrow. "I think your life hasn't gotten off to the best start. I don't really have any interest in talking to you…at dinner or not at dinner…anywhere, actually," she replied with a sneer.

"You're not giving me a fair chance," he protested. Alex was standing behind him, trying to hide his smirk. Truth be told, John and Alex thought it was really funny that she was standing up to him.

"I don't really care. No one ever said life was fair, pal."

John laughed. "Oh Mike, you really don't know when to give up, do you?" he asked, rhetorically.

"I'm not gonna give up because I haven't done anything wrong."

"Um besides being born," Ali casually interjected, using her pointer finger to point at Mike.

"I didn't even do anything to you. Why do you hate me so much?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"You're just an arrogant little brat, and I have no interest in surrounding myself with someone who acts like you do," she explained with a nod. "And if I don't want to go out to dinner with you, I reserve that right. Besides, even Michael, who might be the only person on earth, besides your little butt buddy over here, who actually likes you doesn't want me to have anything to do with you. So what does that tell you? Obviously you're just not someone I need to or want to be near."

Mike frowned. "You'll change your mind," he confidently told her, eliciting a scoff from Ali.

"Don't hold your breath." She paused. "Actually, please hold your breath. I would love to watch you suffocate."

Mike scowled and stalked off, followed by Alex Riley, who winked at Ali, before turning his attention back to his mentor.


A/N: Hey my dears! Hope you're enjoying. I promise there's a lot in store for this one. So, it's a slow start, I know. But it's setting up some major stuff that I'm sure you'll all love :o) Thanks for the reviews, and I really hope you enjoy! And if you haven't voted in my poll yet, don't forget to! You guys get to pick my next story! Enjoy! XoXoXoXo