Listen to your heart

Author: mltayor1985

Rated: T (for now, may change later)

A/N: I have always loved reading fan fiction. I am a huge fan of Steve "Sting" Borden and wanted to somehow incorporate him into a story. I am also a huge fan of MCMG, especially Sabin. So I had to create this fan fiction. I wrote most of the story but I am going to upload it a little at a time. Please let me know how you like this. I would like to make MacKenzie a permanent character. I prefer writing a story as though it is real life. Therefore, I use the wrestlers' real names. For those who don't know the real names of wrestlers, I will try to remember to put their ring names next to their names.

Summary: MacKenzie Borden is daughter of Steve "Sting" Borden. She has followed her dad into the world of professional wrestling. She stands behind her dad and his friends in the Main Event Mafia. But will her relationship with Josh Harter (Chris Sabin) threaten her relationship with her dad and the Mafia?

Additional Note: Thanks for all the positive remarks. Hopefully, Chapter Two lives up to your expectations.

Chapter Two: First Date

Josh Harter was nervous. He had plans to go out to dinner with MacKenzie Borden. Right now though, he had to get Steve's blessing. Not so much for himself, but because he knew how much it meant to her.

Josh (talking to himself outside Steve's hotel room): "Man up Josh, if he says no, then tell Kenzie you tried but he just won't give his blessing. Hopefully, she won't back down to him. Just remember to breathe, look him in the eyes, and do not show any fear."

Steve: "Who are you talking to?"

Josh: "No one, well me, but that's not really important. Look Steve, uhh… Mr. Borden, I came here to tell you that I really like your daughter. Not just for her looks but because she is a down-to-earth, sweet, caring person. She is the real thing. I would like your permission to date her. Now let's be honest and up-front, I don't need your permission and neither does Kenzie but we are trying to respect you. Isn't that what you want from the guys in the back? Respect."

Steve: "That's a really pretty and touching speech Josh. Yet, somehow I don't really feel that you are the best candidate for my daughter's boyfriend. You are too immature and to be honest, I have heard rumors about you backstage that blistered my ears."

Josh: "What rumors? Who is talking about me? What did they say?"

Steve: "Honestly, I have heard from several people that Patrick and you are very, very close. If you get what I am saying."

Josh: "That is bullshit. People always want to point fingers and say people are gay. Patrick is like a brother to me. We are close but as for that close, that is pure bullshit and when I find out who is saying that, they are going to need a lot of reconstructive surgery."

Steve: "See, I knew you had a short temper. Nobody is saying you are gay, but that just proves me point. You are not suitable to date my daughter. So no, you do not have my permission."

Josh: "Man, I used to think you were cool. I looked up to you when I was younger. Now I know that you are just like all the others, egotistical and a bully. I'm giving you fair warning right now, you mess with this relationship and I'll personally end your career."

Steve: "I have better things to do then sabotage some joke of a relationship. I know my daughter and she will eventually get bored with some little boy in a man's body."

Later that same day

MacKenzie and Josh are heading to the beach. Josh has planned a romantic and private picnic on a secluded part of the beach.

MacKenzie: "So my dad wouldn't give you his blessing. That is so messed up. I don't know what is wrong with him. He has never acted this way towards any other boyfriend. I think he is worried that this is the real thing and is trying to intimidate you into breaking it off."

Josh: "Why do that though? He has to want you to be happy. You, his oldest daughter and most neglected of his children, deserve happiness. That bastard never came around when you were a child. He never mentioned you, never even claimed to have a daughter until Gracie was born. If you hadn't entered pro wrestling, I think he would still keep you hidden from society."

MacKenzie: "Josh, it wasn't like that. My parents were trying to protect me. They knew that being labeled illegitimate even today is license to tease and torment. Plus, when he became a star mentioning me would've made me a prime target for abduction. It was for my safety. My dad does love me. I don't doubt that I just think he feels he needs to make up for not being around by being overly protective now."

Josh: "He doesn't need to protect you from me. I would never hurt you or allow you to be hurt. I am not some monster Kenzie."

MacKenzie: "I know that, Josh. That is one of the things I realized first about you. You respect women. So, are we there yet because I am starving?"

Josh: "Starving, you just ate twenty minutes ago. I dread the day your metabolism slows down. We'll have to turn you on your side and roll you around. Or buy a forklift and drive you around."

MacKenzie: "Oh, you got jokes today huh? Well for your information, I happen to have an excellent metabolism and I am not going to let it slow down. Seriously though, are we there yet?"

Josh: "No, if we were there, the car would be in park and we would be exiting the vehicle. I'd say about another five minutes and we will be there. But it is time for me to cover your eyes. This last stretch is a surprise so I brought this bandana to tie around your eyes."

Mackenzie: Oh, I hate surprises. Okay, but next time, I get to cover your eyes and surprise you."

Josh: "Wow, that sounds so kinky, can't wait."

MacKenzie: "Shut up, freak!"

Four hours later, Josh takes MacKenzie home. Next morning MacKenzie checks her email and finds a big surprise.

MacKenzie: "Oh God, how did, who did, why? Oh, I've got to call Josh."

Josh (groggy and slightly cranky): "What the hell do you want?"

MacKenzie: "Good morning to you too sleepy head. Look, I was checking my email and there was a link to . When I clicked on it, there were dozens of pictures of us from last night. Somehow someone spied on us and leaked the pics to the media."

Josh: "Whoa, back up. Someone followed us to the beach and then posted pics of our date online. Why? It's not like we are Britney or Justin? Did you tell anyone about our date last night?"

MacKenzie: "Yeah, but since I didn't know where we were going, they wouldn't have known where to go. What about you? Who did you tell?"

Josh: "Patrick, Kristen, my mom, and your dad."

MacKenzie: "My dad. Do you think he had something to do with this? It seems a little strange and out of character but who knows. If he was dead-set against this date, he could have had someone waiting at my house to follow us. He knows how much I cherish my privacy.

I don't know, this seems even a little low for him. Maybe it was just some fan that saw us out together and decided to make a quick buck. If I find out, they are dead. Do you think the site would tell us who submitted the pics?"

Josh: "I don't know, they could have been submitted anonymously or with an agreement that no one can know."

MacKenzie: "Well, get your ass out of bed. I'm coming over and I want food."

Josh: "You always want food. Okay give me about thirty minutes and it'll be ready."

Thirty minutes later

MacKenzie sneaks up behind Josh and lays her head on his back between his shoulder blades and wraps her arms around his abdomen.

MacKenzie: "Good morning. Hmmm, that smells so good. Oh, wait that's you."

Josh pulls her around so she is facing him and kisses her slow and passionately.

Josh: "Good morning. You taste good. How about we skip breakfast and we go see if you taste good all over."

MacKenzie: "Skip breakfast! You seriously expect me to rate sex above food. I am starving here. Besides, Patrick and Kristen could walk in at any moment."

Josh: "That's the best part though. Okay, here, I have a compromise. How about I put everything on a tray and we take it into my room and we can eat it before, during, and after we have sex."

MacKenzie: "Is that seriously all you ever think about? How about you give me five minutes to eat, thirty minutes to talk about the email, and then you'll have two hours to do whatever you want to do with me."

Josh: "Well when you put it that way, I can hardly argue."