Come Out and Play

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I own Alessandra.


"Listen, Ali, I know that you don't know me that well, and you're not exactly my biggest fan, not by a longshot, but I want to get to know you better. And I want you to come out on the road with me for a little while. I'll pay for everything you need, you don't have to do anything but hang out. I just want a chance to get to know you," Michael spoke to his biological daughter, in his dressing room, after that evening's episode of Monday Night Raw had ended.

Ali remained silent for a few minutes, contemplating what she should do. She wasn't a fan of Michael, that was for sure. But at the same time, she was almost interested in wanting to get to know him. And if he was paying for everything while she was there, then, she didn't really know what the harm was.

"Okay," she agreed, finally. Michael let out a breath of relief. "I don't like you, but I hope you can change my mind."

He nodded. "I'm gonna try," he said with a genuine smile.

"I hope so," she replied.

"So, did you meet anyone backstage yet?" he asked, trying to make conversation with his daughter.

"I met John Morrison," she replied.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He's a really sweet guy."

"He's dating Melina," Michael quickly told her.

"Good for them. I wasn't saying that I wanted to date him or anything," Ali pointed out.

"Oh…"

"I know you don't know me very well, but I can assure you, I don't spread my legs for everyone."

"Oh no. I wasn't implying-"

Ali held her hand up, cutting him off. "It's fine. Seriously, it'll get easier the better we get to know each other," she replied, still trying to allow herself to give him a chance.

Michael nodded. "Okay." He was happy that it seemed she was willing to give their relationship a chance. "So, we're gonna be on the road. I'll take care of everything that you need, like rooms, food, spending money. Just let me know whatever it is that you need, and I'll take care of everything," he told her.

She slowly nodded. "Okay."

Ali wasn't a huge fan of Michael. She found his attitude towards others to be condescending. He treated everyone like shit, aside from herself, Mike and Alex. She thought it was just annoying and obnoxious. But she was trying to deal with it. She knew that her attitude towards those three sucked, but she was trying, at least to give her biological father a chance to be in her life.

"Ali, can we talk?" Michael asked, knocking on her hotel room door.

She rolled her eyes and opened the door. "What's up?" she asked him.

"I need to talk to you about something important," Michael began.

"Come on in," she invited, stepping out of the way.

Her father walked in. Ali shut the door behind him. The two sat on the couch. "Listen, I know there's some flirtations going on between you and Mike, and-"

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Michael, I have never shown him any signs of having the least bit of interest. I have zero, I repeat, absolutely zero, nilch, nada, no interest in him. I'm not attracted to him at all, in any way," she cut him off.

"You don't have to be shy about it, Ali. It's really okay. He's the WWE Champion, and lots of women want him. I just need you to understand that he is a co-worker and a good friend of mine, and I can't have you messing around with him," he explained.

Ali rolled her eyes. "Okay, we need to get something straight here, dad," she said with a mocking emphasis. "I never have and never will want Mike. He's an obnoxious bastard, and I don't want to have anything to do with him. If we were the last two people on earth and the fate of the world rested on the two of us mating, solely for procreational purposes, I would rather let the world end," she told him.

"Don't you think that's a little harsh?" Michael asked.

"You might think it's harsh, but I'm telling you it's the truth," she replied.

"Mike is a very sought after guy. Any woman would be lucky to have him want her. You should feel privileged," he scolded her.

"You know, Michael, you're obviously the one with a boner for Mike. If you want him so badly, then, be my guest. I have no intentions of being friends with him, much less anything more than that," she retorted.

It was clear from the expression on Michael's face that he was pissed off at his daughter's lack of interest in Mike, not that she particularly cared. "I really find that hard to believe," he muttered.

"It's the truth. He's an obnoxious little shit, and I can't stand him. Like I said, you want him? Then, be my guest, but I sure as hell have absolutely no intentions of going after him. But it seems like you just want me to want him so that you can ell me no," she replied, folding her arms over her chest.

"That's not it at all, I-"

"You know, you're really a piece of work, Michael. Now, you want to be an overbearing, overprotective father? Don't you think you're a few years too late to be giving me any warnings about the male population?" she rhetorically asked, her tone harsh. "You had no interest in having this talk with me ten years ago when I started dating. Do you honestly think that now I'm gonna care what opinion you have as it relates to my sex life or my love life?" she snapped at him.

"I'm still your father, and I deserve-"

"No! That's where you've got it all wrong. You may biologically be my father, but you were never around for me. Don't go ahead and think that you can tell me who I can and can't be with. Oh, and just a suggestion, if you don't want me involved with someone, don't get pissed off at me for telling you that I don't have any interest in him," she told him, standing up. "I think you should go now."

Michael frowned, realizing that in trying to be a father, he was actually just causing more of a rift in his relationship with Alessandra. "Ali, I'm sorry."

She rolled her eyes for the third time since he made his presence known to her. "Seriously, can you just please leave me alone right now?" she asked.

He nodded slowly. "Alright." He stood up from the couch and walked out of the room, closing the door behind himself.

Alessandra groaned in aggravation. She was sick of Michael acting like he had a right to tell her anything. He never seemed to care about her before. And the best part of it all was when she told him she didn't have an interest in the guy he was telling her to stay away from, he got offended. That was just obnoxious, and she wasn't going to stick around if this what what she was going to have to deal with.


Raw

"Oh Alessandra, where are you?" Mike called in a singsong voice, walking around backstage, on the next week's episode of Monday Night Raw. "Ali?"

"What do you want from my life?" she asked, in an annoyed tone, from behind the WWE Champion.

He quickly spun around to face her. A cocky smirk crossed his lips. "Oh. There you are. I've been looking for you."

"Obviously. What do you want?" Ali questioned him curtly.

"I want to talk to you. Why don't you want to come out with me? I've been nothing but nice to you, and you seem to hate me or something."

She raised an eyebrow. "Mike, I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but I'm not interested in you. I'm sorry if that hurts your ego or whatever, but it's not going to happen because I don't want you," she explained. "Now, I'm supposed to go out to the commentary booth, so, goodbye." She began walking away from him, but Mike, ever the persistent one, was not willing to accept that. He followed her.

"Ali! Wait!" he called, jogging up to her.

She ignored him and walked out onto the ramp and began walking down towards her designated spot for the evening. Mike was still behind her. He reached out and took hold of her arm. She stopped walking and turned around to slap him across the face. He ducked back, and she barely grazed him, but he let go of her. She continued the walk to where she was supposed to be. Alessandra took her seat and put her headset on.

Mike climbed into the ring, grabbing a microphone on the way. His eyes were glued to Ali. "Ali, why are you doing this? You won't even talk to me."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't have anything to say to you. I just want you to leave me alone," she insisted, calling to him from her seat, though her headset picked up on everything she said.

"Michael, please, can you talk to your daughter. There's no reason for all of this high school drama. If she would talk to me like a normal human being, everything would be just fine," he tried recruiting her father for her.

Cole shook his head slowly. "Mike, that's my daughter. I don't want her involved with anyone, not even you," he called from his seat.

A satisfied smirk crossed Ali's lips, as she folded her arms over her chest. Mike looked completely shocked, as this was the first time that he wasn't getting his way with Michael Cole, who was always so quick to do whatever he could to make the Miz happy.

"Really, Michael? Really? Really?" he spoke, in shock.

Ali slowly shook her head, almost feeling embarrassed that Mike was acting like such an ass in front of everyone. She took her headset off and climbed into the ring. She walked right up to Mike, getting in his face.

"I don't know how else to make it clear to you, but I do not want you, Mike. I do not have an interest in sleeping with you, dating you, or even being friends with you, so it doesn't matter what you want, if you're involved, I do not want to be involved in it, at all," she spoke, her voice curt. "Now quit making a fool out of yourself and leave me alone."

"You're making a mistake, Ali."

She rolled her eyes. "Even my father isn't encouraging you. In fact, he's been telling me to stay away from you. Now, I'm not exactly an obedient daughter or anything, but I'm just trying to point out to you that even my own father has no interest in sticking me with you, Champ," she mocked him. "Give it up, already."

His face started turning red with anger. "Michael Cole is trying to be an overprotective father, but deep down inside, he knows that if we were to get married, then, he would be related to me. And that would make him the happiest man on earth, so I don't really care what he's told you. I know how he really feels," he arrogantly replied.

"Oh my God. You are one sad, delusional little man," she breathed, before turning around and making her way out of the ring. She walked back over to her seat and put her headset on, as Mike remained in the ring, looking like he was completely shocked at what just happened.

Alex Riley came out and walked down the ramp. He got into the ring and pulled Mike out of it, bringing him backstage with him.

"Wow. So, now you've got yourself a stalker in the Miz," Jerry pointed out with a laugh. After all that had gone on between Jerry and Mike, there was no doubt that this was very amusing to the WWE Hall of Famer.

Ali smirked. "Apparently."

"He's not a stalker. You should be flattered that he's interested in you, when he could have anyone," Michael quipped.

"Oh give it a rest. You weren't helping him, either. You were telling him that you don't want him involved with your daughter," Jerry pointed out.

"Well, it's nothing against him. I just don't want Ali involved with anyone from the roster at all," he snapped.

"Can we not even address this subject anymore?" Ali piped in, not wanting her personal life to be the main event of the evening, though she knew Mike wasn't going to give up on her so easily.


A/N: Yay! I finally updated lol Ali really can't stand Mike, but there's a bit of a twist that's gonna shock the hell out of everyone coming up in the next few chapters. I don't know how everyone's gonna react to it, but it's gonna be pretty intense lol Sorry it took so long. I've actually had the majority of this chapter written. I've just been lazy in finishing. But thank you for everyone who has been reading, alerting, favoriting and reviewing. I love you all! XoXoXoXoXoXo