A/N: Be careful what you wish for—if not, you may wind up getting something you never wanted if you heed this warning. Vince should have listened to this advice when he wished that the WWE was better than it already was.

Chapter 1- Vince's First Wish

"Your first wish," Jeff whispered in his boss's ear. "And hurry," he added. "Matt and I grow weary of your very noticeable procrastinating."

For as long as he had known Jeff Hardy and his brother, Matt, Vince McMahon was not a patient man, especially when he was rushed into anything.

But he never thought in his sixty-three years that he would come across anything otherworldly—in this case, two demons masquerading as wrestlers. And damn good wrestlers as well.

"Hold your horses," Vince barked. "I am thinking about it."

"The longer you think about it," Matt interrupted, "the longer the company suffers—well, in this case, the GM's—will be the ones suffering," he continued, his fingers digging into the leather of the chair he was sitting in.

"Where are they anyway?" Jeff asked.

"Dave and Randy have Teddy and Stephanie next door," was all Matt said. "Cena, Phil, and Michelle are hunting Vickie down—you know she's with Edge, so it will be harder for him to get her when she is with her lowlife husband."

"True," Jeff said, shrugging. "But you know Michelle's powers of seduction—I can see her getting Edge to do her bidding and leave his precious Vickiekins alone. Come on, Vince, time is ticking," he snarled.

The only reason why Vince was in trouble at the moment was because while he and his family were in Iran, he found the scrolls used to wake the djinn, monsters that granted wishes once they were awakened. Of course, he played it off and said his wife, Linda, had recited the ancient words used to revive the monsters and ran like a bitch when confronted about it.

When Batista, who was the eldest of the djinn, and the leader of their clan, suggested they kill Linda, Jeff had disagreed, because he somehow knew she wasn't the one who did it.

"Just let Ken kill her," was all he said. He was clearly pissed off, and everyone could see that.

"No, now wait a minute," Jeff said. "I know you're our leader, Dave, but I don't think she did it. I think it was Vince. Ken, don't touch her until I find something else out here."

"Do I have to listen to him, Dave?" Ken whined.

"For now," Dave said, still fuming. "But if Michelle's vision sees different, then do it."

"I'm seeing something," Michelle's eyes had turned a deep shade of gray, which meant she was having a vision.

"What do you see?" Phil asked.

"I see us still asleep in that cave in Tehran. And Linda begging Vince not to read the scrolls. But you know he won't listen to reason, and he waited till they got back to Connecticut to read them. Tsk, tsk," she replied.

"Which means Jeff was right after all," Ken said. "Damn."

In conclusion, it had been Vince who did it, and as usual, he wouldn't admit it. This in turn made both Jeff and Matt very suspicious, and they swore they would make sure Vince admitted his crime.

But that wasn't going to happen now. The djinn were now threatening to cause some very bad things to happen to their human counterparts, and Vince was willing to save himself and cause the other wrestlers pain.

Just as Matt was about to slap the mess out of Vince, the door opened and in walked Phil and John, dragging a frightened Vickie Guerrero behind them.

"What's going on?!" she shrieked. "Where's Edge?"

"Oh, shut up," Phil growled, slapping her across the face. "He's preoccupied at the moment."

"Good one, Phil," Randy managed to say between fits of laughter. "I really didn't want to hear 'EXCUSE ME!' right now."

"You and me both." John was also laughing.

Vince's eyes were wide with shock. "Don't hurt any of them—especially my baby girl," he cried.

"He's kidding, right?" Matt asked. "Why would we not do that?"

"Leave Stephanie alone for now—at least until he makes his wish," Dave said. "I'll deal with her myself. The other two, well, dispose of them and Randy will be GM of ECW, while John, you can take SmackDown. I'll take Raw after I think of what to do to her. Take Vickie next door, where the other two are."

Kill them, he ordered.

"Our pleasure," the others chorused, leaving Matt, Jeff, and Dave with the Chairman and the three GM's.

"Now, Vince," Jeff said. "Back to you—you can prevent this massacre from happening. So make your wish."

"Okay," Vince was getting afraid. "I wish that you leave the General Managers alone. Don't hurt them."

"It is done," all three djinn answered. Just then, three bloodcurdling screams could be heard from the other room.

"What was that?" Vince asked, terrified.

"What was what?" Dave growled. "I heard nothing, did you two?"

"Nope," Jeff answered.

"Me either," Matt replied.

"See, Vince? It was nothing," Dave reassured him.

Vince's eyes continued to be wide with fear. "Let me see them," he begged.

"Okay," a smiling Dave said. "Go take a look."

Vince left the room to go into the next room. A scream ripped from his throat.

His worst fear had happened.

All three GM's, including his own daughter, were dead, the entire room and the other djinn drenched in their blood.

"What did you do?" Vince shouted.

"This is what you wished for."

"This is NOT what I wished. I wished they wouldn't be hurt." Vince's eyes filled with tears. "Not my baby. Not Stephanie."

"Let's go. Leave him to his tears," Dave said, the others following suit.

Vince was now the only one in the bloody room—the djinn had disappeared in a cloud of red smoke.