A/N: Many thanks to Marrymebrandon, BQuinn and KityKat-1 for their reviews!
STORY NOTE: "No Son of Mine" will be written from multiple points of view. Nothing major happens in this chapter. I just wanted to set up Mike's and Kelly Kelly's relationship and officially introduce Stephanie.
DISCLAIMER: I own no one from the WWE. I only own my characters.
CHAPTER 2: Co-workers
MIKE'S POV
"Can you believe, babe? Tonight, I am going to get my first WWE title shot."
I couldn't stop grinning. This was the best day of my life with the exception of Kelly saying yes when I asked her to marry me almost a year ago.
Kelly rolled her eyes.
"I know..."
"C'mon, Kel" I said, holding the door open for her "you know this is a big deal for me. I'm finally reaching my dream of being the WWE Champion."
She rolled her eyes again and sighed.
"Mike, I know this is a big deal for you but could we please talk about something else for a change? All week long it's been 'championship this' and 'championship that'. Honestly."
I felt some of my excitement slip away.
"I guess…"
"Thank you!" Kel huffed. She let go of the door and walked inside.
I opened the door (again) and sprinted to catch up with her.
"So, where do you want to eat tonight to celebrate my WWE-I mean for dinner."
"I don't know Mike, why don't you pick." Kel said, speeding up.
I started jogging to keep up with her.
"Well, I would babe, but the last couple of places that I picked you didn't seem to like all that much."
"Well, Mike, maybe I didn't like them all that much because they served shit for food-"
There was a loud crash. Shane McMahon went flying across the hallway, knocking Kel on her ass. I threw my bags on the ground and reached for Kel when Shawn Michaels came running out of nowhere and tackled Shane McMahon, taking me down with him.
STEPHANIE'S POV
I stomped into my office, slammed the door, and started beating my head against my clipboard.
Mr. Michaels?
I'm his freaking boss and I was still calling him Mr. Michaels.
I'll never forget the day I first met him. It was the night that he won his first WWE Championship.
There I was, covered in acne with food stuck in my braces, shaking Shawn Michaels' hand. He never noticed me. Thank God he left otherwise he would seen me wet my shorts afterwards.
Why in hell did he have to be so damn sexy?
Over the next two years, I saw Shawn Michaels frequently. He became the top WWE superstar. Meanwhile, he and daddy were joined at the hip.
I died the day he lost the championship at WrestleMania 14.
I cried for two months.
By the time I graduated from high school, I convinced daddy to hire me at WWE. He agreed, on the condition that I explore other career options first.
But there were no other careers that had a Shawn Michaels….or a Shane McMahon.
Someone pounded on the door again.
"WHAT?"
"Miss McMahon, we need you out here. Shawn Michaels is about to rip your brother's head off…"
SHANE'S POV
My eyes were spinning, my ears were ringing, and my head was pounding.
But do you think Michaels stopped beating my ass? Nope.
In fact, the bastard just hit me harder.
I started swinging my arms and screaming. After, I am Shane fucking McMahon, the toughest son of a bitch to ever step foot in the WWE ring. Hell, I make Steve Austin look like a pussy.
Of course it worked, because Michaels backed off. He knew better than to mess with me when I start throwing fist. HAH!
I stood up and tasted blood on my lips. I straightened my suit and ran a hand through my hair.
Two stagehands and Hunter were sitting on Michaels who was growling. The old man and Steph were behind him.
A hot blond and some kid were on the kid, moaning.
"Sis!"
I tiptoed around Michaels (who was still growling) and gave Steph a big hug. I let go and held her at arm's length.
"Sis, you look great! Couldn't wait to see your big brother, eh? What grade are you in now? Wait! Don't tell, you're a freshman, right?"
Steph gave me a weird look.
"Shane, I graduate from Boston University two years ago, remember? You didn't come because you had business in Mexico."
"Nope, I don't. Anyway, since my little sister is a 'big girl' now, what is she doing for a living! Wait! Don't tell me, you're a housewife right? Am I going to be an uncle?"
Steph gave me another weird look.
"Shane, I work for dad now. I'm the Creative Vice President of WWE."
I looked at the old man. That fucker hired Stephanie?
"Ouch! Shane, you're hurting me!"
I looked at Steph and realized that that I had squeezed her arms too tight.
She'd always been a pussy.
"Shut up" I muttered. I pushed her out of the way and looked the old man square in his eyes.
"You mean to tell me you hired my stupid little sister before you would even consider taking me back you piece of shit."
He lifted his chin in the air, the same way he always did when threatened, and returned my glare.
"First of all, you can call me whatever you want but you will NOT insult your sister, Shane. Second of all, yes, I hired Stephanie for several reasons, and none of which, include your sorry ass. Third, as I tried to tell you several minutes ago, my hands are tied and I unfortunately had no other choice but to hire your sorry, drunken ass back. No one else will take the damn job and you were the only idiot I knew that was available. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a show to run."
He took Steph by the arm and walked her down the hall. Hunter and the two stagehands ushered Michaels and the moaning kid down the hall.
Only the hot blond and myself remained. Being the gentleman that I am, I introduced myself.
"Hey baby, you may have heard of me. In case you haven't, I am Shane McMahon."
She rolled her eyes and flipped me the bird.
"Fuck off, asshole"
She walked down the hall as the pyrotechnics went off, signaling that RAW had just began.