1Authors Note: For those of you that are familiar with this infamous date, I'm sure you will understand the meaning behind this. For those of you who are not as familiar with this date, I will explain it.

May 23, 1999, Over the Edge played out in the Kemper Arena in Kansas City. Unfortunately for one of the wrestlers, this would be the last time he would ever perform. Owen Hart fell almost 70 feet from the rafters in a stunt gone horribly wrong. How exactly this happened still remains a mystery. Many say that it was a tragic accident, but there are some who believe that Owen Hart may have ended his own life.

It is because of those conflicting reasons that I will not be writing about Owen Harts death in this fiction. For one, there is still some controversy surrounding his death, and I wouldn't feel comfortable stating as fact how he died when I honestly don't know; I'm not a member of the Hart family. Number two, this event struck people so hard, especially Owen's family, and if by chance someone who personally knew Owen were to read this, I would hate for them to think that I was disrespecting Owen by writing about his death in a way that they may not deem appropriate.

Now, all this is not to say that Owen's death in this story never happened; it did. However, it won't be mentioned at all, not even in a passing news footage that Jaina may be watching or a phone conversation that Shane and Vince may have. It won't be mentioned period, and that is out of respect for the Hart family and Owen's memory.

WWF

Sunday came quickly for Shane. It seemed like he hadn't been in Kansas City, Missouri for a full 24 hours, but he had. He'd arrived the day before, as was now customary for he and Jaina, so as they would be able to have some alone time together. The Friday before she flew out, he'd called her about canceling her reservation. "What's the point in both of us having a room to ourselves? We've spent the last few nights together in your room; why not just stay with me?"

After talking her into his idea (she was a bit worried about how her father would feel about the situation), she'd called the hotel and canceled her reservation, letting the clerk know that she was still coming to the hotel, but that she'd be staying in her boyfriends room.

Now, it was 8:30 Sunday morning, and Shane was brewing coffee. He needed to be at the Kemper arena no later than 9:30, but the hotel was only about a mile and a half away, so he could afford to sleep in a little this morning. Jaina on the other hand...

He called her name softly, walking over by the side of the bed and sitting down on it. She had the covers all the way up to her eyes, which were blinking rapidly. She was dreaming, and that meant it was going to be a bit harder to wake her up. He gently shook her shoulder, but she was having none of it. Instead of turning over, she swatted at his hand and burrowed further underneath the blankets, making a cute and at the same time, pathetic whimpering sound.

"You are way to attached to beds," he muttered, getting up and walking to the foot of the bed. He took two fist fulls of cloth and yanked hard, receiving a shout of surprise from his girlfriend, and then a very perturbed glare.

"What're you doing?" she half yelled, half mumbled incoherently. On the best of mornings, Jaina did not like being woken up before she felt like it, and that normally wasn't until after 10am. Therefore, having her nice warm covers ripped off of her at 8:30am was not only down right mean spirited, but it was grounds for the homicide of a certain, young multi-millionaire.

"I tried waking you up the nice way, but you weren't having any of that," Shane explained, making sure to gather the blankets to him so that she couldn't throw them back over her head, "so, I had to improvise. Besides, you still have to take a shower and do all that make up stuff that you girls do these days, and then we have to get over to the arena by 9:30, so..." he shrugged, leaving the rest of the sentence blank. He had to admit that Jaina looked adorable in her present state. She was wearing his boxers, her own tank top and socks. Her hair was matted to one side of her face, and she sat their blinking at him, her arms at her sides as though she were trying to figure out where exactly she was.

That's exactly what she's probably trying to do, Shane.

"Food..." he heard her mutter, and he smiled. This was the sign that she was starting to wake up. Once she understood that her body was hungry, she knew she had to get up to feed it. Once she was up, she was up.

"We can get food from catering at the arena later," Shane told her, "but that will only happen if you hop in the shower and start getting ready."

"What about you?" Jaina yawned, stretching her arms and inching her feet towards the floor.

"I'm going to hop in after you." Shane knew he was being cruel; Jaina liked nice long, hot showers, but he also knew that if he went first and she went after him, they wouldn't get to the arena on time.

"This is you getting me back for not having sex with you yet, isn't it?" Jaina was getting out of bed and stumbling towards the bathroom, still trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. "I don't give you sex, you don't give me long showers, is that the deal?"

Shane couldn't help from laughing. It was in the early morning when their age difference truly shone. Shane was 29 years old, just over five years Jaina's senior, so when she acted like this in the morning, it truly reminded him of just how close he was to turning 30 and of how much younger than he she was. But it still didn't bother him. When he turned 60, he knew that she'd be there to keep him young-if they got that far, that is.

WWF

It was around 12:30pm CST when Steve Austin arrived at the arena. As he checked in and headed to his assigned locker room, he made the rounds with the usual friends; Mark, Dwayne, Glenn, and so on and so forth. He knew he wouldn't see the McMahon's until they were finished with their pay per view meetings. Austin knew that Vince would have the creative team working up until the last second, and as for the production crew, including the truck, they would be testing their equipment over and over again to ensure that nothing went wrong. The news and paparazzi stories about McMahon held some weight: he was a tireless business man, who would do what was right for the business. Two years ago in Montreal proved that notion correct. But Vince also wasn't a monster to the wrestlers; if he could accommodate any of their requests, be it personally or professionally, and if it wouldn't hinder the day to day running of the WWF, he certainly tried to do what he could.

And, if Austin said so himself, Vince was quite the antagonist. He and his boss had a wonderful chemistry in the mat together. McMahon was the quint essential asshole of a boss, who didn't take no for an answer, who didn't care about his employee's, and who tried to screw those under them, with their pants on if possible, at any chance he got. Austin was the epitome of the employee who didn't take shit from anyone. How many people in the United States wished that they could go to their boss one morning and hold a toy gun to their bosses head, tell them that it was real, and then get their boss to pee their pants?

Or, how many disenfranchised employees were out there that seriously wanted to do bodily harm to their manager, but couldn't because of real life ramifications? What about giving their employer a beer bath, or filling their car with cement, or turning their own children against him or her?

90% of the American population wished that they could do to their bosses what Stone Cold Steve Austin did to his boss every Monday night; make their life a living Hell.

And WCW had told him that they couldn't do anything with black trunks and boots...

He made his way through the backstage area, up into the gorilla, and came out on the ramp which was already set up, looking around. The ring was half way done by now, but hanging above the ring was what Austin was really looking for: The Hell in a Cell.

Tonight was going to be one painful night indeed, but then again, he'd asked for it. When they were booking the matches for Over the Edge, Vince had asked Austin how he felt about a cage match. Steve had responded he really didn't care; First Blood, Hell in a Cell, Buried Alive, Lumberjack...what ever Vince had in mind, Steve could more than handle. Not but a few wrestlers stepped inside that steel cage, and for good reason. One had to be the best of the best to withstand some of the injuries that could come from that contraption.

He ambled down the ramp, hands in his pockets, looking around at the fast acting crew that was setting up both the English and Spanish announce tables, the ring, the security walls, the titantron, the mats on the floor...everything seen and unseen that was vital to the success of the show. As he continued down the ramp, he caught sight of a blonde head sitting in one of the chairs just behind the first part of the wall that had been set up. He walked over to her.

"Hey," he greeted, giving his daughter a peck on the forehead, "whatcha doin'?"

"Are you really gonna fight in there tonight?" She asked by way of answering his question.

"Jaina, you've seen me fight in there before. Everything's choreographed, Mark and I know what we're doin'. It'll be fine; yea, I'll be hurtin' real bad afterwards, but it ain't nothin' I ain't already used to." Austin leaned his forearms on the railing of the wall, watching his daughters face. This was the first time he'd seen her worried, truly worried about a match since she came to work with him. That was good in a way though; she was getting a ring side seat to a world that wasn't all just about entertainment. Career's were ended in that cell, bones were broken, muscles were torn...lives shattered.

"The McMahon's are still in creative meetings," he continued, hoping to turn her attention away from the large, foreboding cell and to something that she could (and should) really concentrate on, "I'm pretty sure they're making some changes for tonight, they always do."

Jaina smiled softly. "I all of them must dream about wrestling every night or something." She stood up and let her father help her over the wall.

"Hey, some of Vince's best storylines came from havin' dreams about them," Austin answered, "so, let's head on back to the locker room. I'll take ya out for some lunch." He gripped her shoulder once or twice, then put his arm around her and steered her back towards the ramp. Jaina gave one last look at the infamous cell before allowing herself to be led to the backstage area.

WWF

"Alright, so we need a meeting with Steve, Mark, you, and Jaina before the show starts," Vince was saying as the creative team filed out of the makeshift board room. Laptops, sheets of paper, pencils, pens, and various cell phones covered the desk area they sat in front of. It had been almost a two hour meeting, but it had been well worth it. Over the Edge was going to be quite possibly the best pay per view they'd ever had, and if it went off without a hitch, Vince was going to be a very happy man tonight.

"With Smackdown! Premiering later this week, this is really going to drive the storyline," the owner continued, "I really can't think of a more perfect line up than this."

"Nope, it's going to be pretty good," Shane said off handedly, rubbing his forehead tiredly. The creative meetings were fun, but they really took the energy out of him. His forte was more in the marketing department; after all, that was what he'd gone to school for. He was already over seeing the brand new website for the WWF and more commercial and clothing deals for their big name stars than he could count. Stephanie on the other hand, had always had a gift for creative ideas and brainstorming, and that was the department she wanted to run. Shane figured after a few years of learning all the ropes, their father would grant her request, but only if she could prove herself. There many people that thought Shane and Stephanie were just given the positions they held now; but both of them had started out at the bottom. They'd interned, done odd jobs, modeled clothing, worked the gritty jobs...Shane knew every inch of this business inside and out, due to Vince's insistence that he work in every department before heading up the marketing and promotional departments.

"Shane!"

"What?" Shane looked at Vince and realized only then that his father had been speaking to him. "Sorry," his face was slightly sheepish; Vince wasn't a fan of not being paid attention to when it came to business matters. "You were saying?"

"More like you were thinking," Vince sat in the chair next to his sign, tossing a few papers on top of the desk, "what about?"

"Um...nothing Dad, nothing important."

"Jaina Austin isn't important to you? Since when?" Vince smiled knowingly. Shane was a great bluffer, got it from his old man, but neither Vince nor Shane could hide when they were thinking about their significant others. Shane's face was almost a carbon copy of Vince's when his father thought about Linda.

"Yea, sorry," he apologized again. He was supposed to be focusing on work, not daydreaming about his girl friend. "What were we talking about?"

"Well, I was talking about getting a meeting together with everyone involved in the ministry storyline, but that can wait for right now." Vince folded his hands across his stomach, regarding his son carefully. "Did something happen with you and Jaina?"

"No, no, nothing like that," Shane shifted in his seat, "I'm just...I don't know, I guess I'm just kind of amazed at how well we seem to click with each other. I mean, I've only been dating her for about two weeks, but it feels like we've been together a lot longer than that." He wasn't used to discussing things like this with his father, not that he didn't want to, it was just their lives were so busy and always focused on the family business that they didn't really have time for it anymore. "Was that how you and mom started out?"

"Shane, your mother and I...well, when I met her, she was just a hit right out of the park in every way imaginable. On our third date, I knew I was going to marry her." Vince shrugged. "Sometimes it just happens like that. Why, are you thinking of running out to the nearest jewelry store?"

Shane laughed. "I'd be lying if I said the thought hadn't crossed my mind, but...it's only been two weeks. And if I'm being honest with myself, I don't think I want to get married just yet. I have too much to do with the business as it is, I don't want to add a wife and kids onto it, you know?"

"Well, just keep this in mind; you can have both, but the real question here isn't whether or not you want to marry Jaina anytime soon. Like you said, it's only been two weeks. The real question here is do you want Steve Austin for a father-in-law?" Vince rose from his chair and clapped his son on the back, as they both enjoyed a chuckle. "Now," Vince walked to the door, "get on the phone to Mark, Steve, and Jaina. Tell them I need them in a meeting around 4:00pm or so. See you then."

Shane nodded, twiddling his thumbs together as his father left the room. He needed some advice, some serious, womanly advice. He knocked his knuckles against the table a few times, then left the room, in search of getting some answers to a couple of very confusing questions.

WWF

"Thanks for lunch, Daddy," Jaina walked back with her father into the arena. It was now about 3:00pm, and both Austin's were full off of a wonderful lunch of ribs, fries, coleslaw, and a salad for each of them. Jaina had stayed away from the beer, opting for a simple coke while her father, a veteran drinker, had helped himself to a tall Budweiser.

"No problem, baby girl," Steve answered, "I feel like I needed to catch up with my daughter for a little while, especially in the relationship area."

"Yea well, I hope you like what you heard."

"As long as he treats you with respect and you're happy, I got no problems, Jaina, I told you that," Austin and Jaina walked down the backstage area hallways, passing various locker rooms until someone stuck their head out of one of them.

"Hey Steve," Mark Caloway's voiced echoed down the hall as the Austin's passed, "Vince wants us in a meeting in an hour. Something about the creative storyline tonight. Think he's got somethin' crazy planned?"

"Wouldn't be a pay per view without Vince having the writers re work something." Austin leaned his shoulder against the wall. "Jaina, go on back to the locker room and say good bye to the script ya got."

"Well, it's got to follow something of what we already have, right?" Jaina asked, looking from man to man.

"Don't even hope, kid," Mark snickered, "hell, the way Vince works sometimes, he'll completely change the main event match up if he thinks it'll be good for business...see you in an hour, Jaina," he said goodbye as she walked away from the two. "So, cell match tonight; any special requests?"

"Yea, when ya give that damn pile driver, don't break my neck," Austin walked into the room and sat down on one of the benches, "Jay's all worried about it."

"She's seen you in there before, what's she worried about?"

"She's never seen it up close. I've never brought her to an event where I'm in the cage. You shoulda seen her earlier today. She was starin' at the damn thing like it was gonna reach out and grab her."

"Hey, sometimes it does that. Just ask Mic Foley," Mark reminded his friend, thinking back to when an unscripted fall through the cage had stunned Man Kind for a good few minutes, "though I don't think we'll have to worry about that tonight. Vince had both cages re-enforced after that match with high carbon steel, so I don't think we'll be having that problem again anytime soon."

"If that's all I gotta worry about then I don't see a problem tonight."

"Oh, don't say that, don't ever say that," Mark whined. Steve looked at him amusingly. "Every time someone says that, something always goes wrong. Just you watch, I'll be ready to give you a tombstone and my back will spasm out."

"Well hey, if that's all I gotta worry about tonight, then I don't see the down side." Austin laughed, "I'll see ya later Mark."

WWF

"So...what do you think?"

Jaina looked at Shane. He'd dropped by her locker room after the meeting to see how she'd taken the news. She smiled and shrugged. "I think I'm going to need to run out to a gas station and grab some pain killers or something."

"Nah, you'll be able to handle it. It won't be much, probably just enough so that you'll feel it a little tomorrow morning...but actually, I was talking about the other thing." Shane's eyes twinkled as he leaned against the wall. "I was hoping you wouldn't be having a problem with that."

"Oh yea, I meant to catch Vince after the meeting about it," Jaina murmured, looking through the clothes she'd brought with her. It was her first pay per view, and she wanted to look amazing, sexy, and strong, all at the same time. "Guess I forgot to tell him that I really wasn't comfortable with it." She laughed out loud as Shane's face dropped slightly in surprise. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" She walked over, snaking her arms around his neck. "I think it'll be interesting, the fans will love it...the wild card is Dad. They've given him free reign on how to respond to it. That's what will be fun to watch."

She gave Shane a quick kiss on the mouth, but when she pulled away, he brought her back against him, continuing with the kiss she'd broken. Thank God the door is already closed Jaina thought as Shane gently pushed her against the wall. She couldn't explain it, but she loved it when he trapped her like that. It gave her a kind of thrill that she couldn't describe. Maybe it was because it gave him better leverage to plunder her mouth with his tongue. At the end of every kiss though, she wasn't analyzing what turned her on and why. She was always more focused on the results, and this time was no different.

Shane broke the kiss finally, allowing his lips to just barely run over her swollen red ones. "Good thing you didn't put on any make up yet," he murmured, holding her tightly, "I'd probably look like a clown by now." Jaina opened her mouth to crack a joke, but Shane covered it with his hand. "No comments from the peanut gallery."

"You're no fun," she returned, kissing him softly and sweetly, "guess that's what I get for dating an older guy." She rested her head against Shane's chest for a few moments, both enjoying the feeling of just being together without any fans screaming or good natured taunting from the guys.

"Three hours until the show starts," Shane murmured, "you sure you're going to be okay with what's going to happen tonight?" It wasn't going to be anything to horrible, but Shane didn't want to push Jaina to far if she wasn't ready for some more action on screen. But she lifted her head and smiled. "I'll be fine; Dad and I already had this conversation. I'm good, I promise. I can take it."

"Okay. I have some more stuff to do, but I'll try and make it back before the show starts. If I don't, I'll see you during our segment, okay?" Shane cupped her face in his hands kissing her again before leaving, Jaina closing the door after him.

She'd dated her fair share of men, but none of them at this stage in her relationship compared to Shane McMahon. It had only been two weeks, but it felt like two years. She wondered if that was normal...she hadn't felt like that with any of her other boyfriends. But she pushed those thoughts away. She just really, really liked Shane, that was all. They connected well with one another, they loved the business that they were in, he was a chivalrous gentleman one hundred percent of the time, but he didn't believe she was some little girl that needed his protection...sure, Jaina was sure there were some flaws in there somewhere, but she had yet to see them.

Shrugging to herself, she headed back over to her bag, taking out various pieces of clothing and holding them in front of her.

This was going to take a while.

WWF

Over the Edge was completely sold out. From the box seats to the ring side seats and all the way up into the nose bleed section, the arena was filled to capacity. As the lights dimmed suddenly, the crowd reacted raucously. They knew something big was about to happen, and they were geared up for it.

The Undertaker's music filled the arena as the music's name sake made his way out from the entrance walk. There was no ramp for this event, only a 50 foot cement walk coming from an elaborate set up of film screens, lighting racks, and above them all, the looming screen that would hold the image of The Undertaker and Stone Cold Steve Austin's image all night. The Undertaker, with his ministry, made his way out to the ring, a sickeningly happy look on his face as he paused at the bottom of the walk way to look up at the steel cage that was dangling above him.

He entered the ring, the Ministry behind him as Paul Bearer walked around The Undertakers side, holding up a microphone for his Master.

"Austin...I hope you believe in a higher power...I hope you believe in something greater than yourself, because tonight," he looked up at the cage again, "when you and I step in that cell, you will be in my domain. If you thought being sacrificed earlier this week was the end of your misery, rest assured...it wasn't. When you step into this cell, Austin, you will be submitting yourself to your fate. And when I beat you...and I will beat you, and the title belt belongs to me, I will thank you, Austin, because you will have given me the power I need to control the World Wrestling Federation."

"Hey!"

The Undertaker was caught off guard at a new voice entering the conversation. He looked around the ring, but there was no one to be found holding a mic or speaking. The ministry shrugged their shoulders, some of them getting out of the squared circle to walk around to see if anyone was hiding anywhere.

"I'm up here, ya jack ass!"

Well, there was no mistaking who was addressing The Undertaker now. On the main screen was Austin, a grin on his face as he took in the Ministry of Darkness in the ring. "Look at ya, your pathetic! Standing in that ring, shootin' your mouth off about how you're gonna whoop Stone Cold's ass...ya got me, and ya got me good last Monday, Undertaker, I'll give ya that, but do you think Stone Cold Steve Austin is gonna let that happen again? Uh uh! Which is why I have a little message from McMahon himself."

The Undertaker's expression grew from slightly annoyed to moderately pissed off. He stared coldly at the screen, waiting for Austin to go on.

"If any of your grubby little minions make it out to ring side tonight, or if they try to get in that cell, or in any other way try to interfere with that match, that damn bell will ring, and your ass will be disqualified!"

The Undertaker sneered as his allies around him voiced their discontent. So, Austin had gone to McMahon...that was odd. "Austin, if my Ministry makes you so nervous, you can simply forfeit that match to me right now. But going to McMahon...I never thought you for a coward, Austin."

"Nice try, Taker, but I didn't go to McMahon. I'm not the only one in the family with brains, but by the time I get done with your ass tonight, you'll be looking at your innards right in front of you on that mat, and that's the bottom line, cause Stone Cold said so!"

WWF

"That girl is more trouble than she's worth, Undertaker," Bearer complained, "because of her your match tonight is going to be fair...and, and honest, and...I can't even say the word."

"Silence, Paul...this can work to our advantage," The Undertaker turned around, gathering his men around his form, "Austin constantly underestimates me. Tonight, he's going to finally figure out that when he taunts darkness, the darkness will always win. For tonight, we stay here. No one leaves until my match."

"But what are we going to do?" Edge asked. "McMahon said no one is allowed to go near the ring, and Vince is liable to fix the match so Austin wins."

"Patience, Edge. McMahon and Austin have a dual problem; they always think they cover all their bases, but tonight...we're going to prove them wrong."

WWF

"Dad, please!"

"Dammit, Jaina, I said 'no'. That's my final word on it!" Austin was exasperated with his daughter. She wanted to come out to ring side with him, but Hell in Cell was no place for her. Even with the Ministry banned from ringside, it was still a no holds barred match and anything could happen out there.

"What did you bring me here for then? To cheer you on from the locker room where you can't hear me?" Jaina grabbed her jean jacket and set to putting her boots on. "I'm going to take a walk." She zipped up the shoes. "Be back later." She slammed the door behind her, walking off in a huff. She understood her father was worried about her, and in the back of her mind, she knew he had good reason, but dammit, she didn't care! She wanted to be out there with her father, for good or bad, and definitely if it was bad. Yes, The Undertaker unnerved her, but she wasn't about to let that stop her from doing that which she would normally do.

WWF

"Steph, I promise, I won't go out there tonight," Shane was on the phone with his sister, who pleading with him to simply stay in the backstage area that night and not get involved with anything. "I swear, I'll stay back here, I won't get involved in any of the Ministry's matches tonight, and I'll let Austin handle The Undertaker. It's a full cell match anyways, so it's not like I can get inside and do any damage."

Shane sighed and turned around. Stephanie was going to make a wonderful mother one day, but for right now, she was acting like she already was one. That was when he caught Jaina stalking toward his general direction. "Hey Stephanie, let me call you back, okay? I love you too, bye." He hung the phone up as Jaina headed past him, but he took hold of her arm to stop her.

"You look cheerful," he said sarcastically.

"Really? I was under the impression I looked pissed off, seeing as how that's the way I feel right now!" Jaina glared at him, wrenching her arm from his grasp as Shane took a few steps back. "Ooookay...." Jaina looked like she could hit anything at the moment, and Shane certainly didn't want it to be him.

"You uh...you want to maybe talk about what's bothering you so much?" Shane asked, a little hopefully. He'd actually enjoyed what little time they'd been able to spend together as of late, and after the past Monday night, he felt a kind of connection with her. He decided a different approach to get her to open up and simultaneously calm her down.

"Come on, I don't like to see a beautiful lady so angry. Why don't I get us both some coffee, and we can sit down and talk about what has you so upset." He raised his eyebrows, leaving the decision up to her, but he could tell that some of the anger had already seeped out of her face, being replaced lines of confusion. "Yea...sure," was all she could say as Shane nodded and held out his arm for her. "Shall we?"

Jaina couldn't help but look at him as though she were sizing him up, but whether she wanted it to or not, a small grin shone through, which dissipated most of the anger that was there. She bit her lip as she smiled, trying to hide it and took his arm, allowing her to lead her away from the camera's, the lights, and a few of the backstage crew and wrestlers who were looking on in a mix of interest and confusion.

WWF

Austin was brooding. Austin didn't brood, but at the moment, he could be considered to be brooding. He didn't like it when he and his daughter fought, but there were times where she was just to head strong for her own good. He supposed she got them from him; couldn't really blame her, could he?

He heard a knock at the door and got up to answer it, letting his annoyance show as Michael Cole stuck a microphone in his face. "Steve, we're just wondering how you were feeling about your match up with The Undertaker tonight?"

"How am I feelin'? What kind of stupid question is that, how do you think I'm feelin'? That son of a bitch has got what's comin' to him. After I get done with him, he's gonna be the one resting in peace."

"Stone Cold, we've heard that you're not going to allow your daughter at ringside tonight, would you like to explain why?"

Austin rolled his eyes, grabbing the door handle. "I don't want her at ringside tonight because no father would want their little girl to see him mangle a piece of trash like The Undertaker beyond recognition, are you done?"

Without waiting for an answer, Austin stepped back into his room and slammed the door shut, sitting back down on the sofa, rubbing the top of his head. Right now, Triple H was getting a pounding from The Rock; Austin grinned. Hunter Hearst Helmsley was in for a very rough night if he didn't shape up really soon.

WWF

"Look at it from your Dad's point of view," Shane was saying, "just because The Ministry isn't allowed out there doesn't mean that The Undertaker can't get to you. He's a master of getting out of the cell; remember the choke slam through the top of it that he gave Mankind? All he has to do is throw Austin against the side of the cell a couple of times to loosen it, and bam...he's out."

Jaina sighed and leaned her head back against the couch in Shane's private room, the coffee still warm in her hands. She'd calmed down somewhat, but she was still annoyed at her fathers attitude towards her doing her job, which was watching his back. However, she could appreciate more her fathers position in everything. "Yea, I guess you're right," she finally stated, taking a long sip of her drink.

"Well, I'll agree with anything when an Austin says a McMahon is right about something," Shane smiled, watching her as he also took a swig of his coffee. He lifted his arm so as his coat sleeve would rise up to look at his watch. "It's almost 10:15...you want me to walk with you back to your room?"

"Sure," Jaina clasped her cup with both hands, watching him as he got up and threw his cup away, "did you um...I don't know, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to watch my dad's match with me?" She got up and walked to stand in front of him. "You know, since I can't be out there with him?" Shane grinned at her, opening the door and offering his arm once again.

"I think that can be arranged."

WWF

Austin was livid. Standing in his doorway was the Billion Dollar Prince, and standing in the room was his daughter who had invited said Prince. "You've gotta be jokin' me," he muttered, glaring at Jaina.

"You won't let me out to the ring with you, so I wanted some company while I sat back here and watched the match." Jaina shrugged. "C'mon Dad, he helped you out last Monday night; it's not like I'm gonna get any McMahon juice on me."

Austin pointed at his daughter sternly while Shane cleared his throat awkwardly. "That's the last thing I wanna hear comin' from your mouth." Jaina laughed off his serious tone and kissed him on the cheek. "Dad, go out there, beat the crap out of Taker, then come back here and you and I will go have a drink on me, deal?"

Austin grunted an affirmative, but fixed Shane with a cold stare. "Try somethin' with her, I dare ya, I don't have a problem with whoopin two bastards' ass's tonight." Without waiting for an answer, Austin pushed past Shane and stalked down the hall, his gold belt in his hands. Jaina sighed and shook her head, motioning for Shane to sit on the couch. "As if I couldn't take care of myself if something did happen," she grumbled.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that; I take the softer approach," Shane grinned, and Jaina couldn't help but smile back. He stretched his arm on the back of the couch and was glad when she leaned in, both of them sliding into an acceptable comfort level as on the television, The Undertaker made his way out to the ring.

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Austin assessed his situation carefully as the door to the cage swung closed and was pad locked from the outside. On the other side of the ring, The Undertaker was smiling ferociously, beckoning Austin to him with his hands, and Austin didn't have to be told twice. He took a flying bear leap at the man and when they landed, Austin was on top, both in reality and figuratively. Huge fists began pounding the side of The Undertakers head as the crowd cheered him on, but eventually, The Undertaker kicked Stone Cold off of him and began his own assault, a serious brutal punches to the face that left Austin sagging against the turnbuckle.

The Undertaker, taking Austin by the back of the neck, dragged him out to the center of the ring, driving Austin's head between his knees and lifting him up, driving him back down to the mat in a vicious power bomb. A few elbow drops later, and Austin could hardly get up, but it certainly wasn't for lack of trying. But The Undertaker didn't go for the cover just yet; he wanted Stone Cold out of the ring for a long time and he proved it by dragging him out of the ring and throwing his opponent against the side of the cell three times before Austin was finally able to get the upper hand by sliding of the back of The Undertaker and pushing him forward into the steel.

The Phenom bounced off the cage as Austin circled him before taking him down in a Bulldog. With Taker down, Austin set to stomping the man's lower back, stopping after about ten vicious kicks, giving his foot a rest as he picked The Undertaker back up and threw him into the side of the ring, running into him with his arm, then leaning down to shoulder him in the stomach.

The Undertaker sagged to the floor, and Austin grinned.

"Get up, ya son of a bitch, you don't get to rest in peace that easy!"

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"Looks like your father has everything well in hand," Shane commented. Jaina nodded. "Looks like..." she trailed off, her eyes peeled to the screen. She watched as her father shoved the other man back into the ring, pick him up, and fling the Undertaker towards the opposite ropes. However, she sucked in a small breath of air as his opponent missed a clothesline, bounced off the other set of ropes, and flung himself at her father, both of them landing on the mat. Jaina groaned, biting her thumb nail nervously. She knew this wasn't going to be an easy match, or a short one either, but she desperately wanted it over with as soon as humanly (or demonically) possible.

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Back in the ring, The Undertaker and Stone Cold were pummeling each other every chance they got. When one punch, the other would counter. When one would try to sling shot the other off the ropes, the other would reverse. 15 minutes into the match, and both men were reaching their breaking points, though they were still giving their all, and so far, not one interruption, from either the Ministry, or anyone who may either support Austin or hate The Undertaker enough to interfere on Stone Cold's behalf was to be found. Both wrestlers were completely disheveled, though no blood had been spilled yet.

Both of them were staggering around, and that was when Stone Cold got his second wind. As Taker reached for him, Austin grabbed his head, lifted his leg to kick the man in the stomach, and seized the opportunity to stun the man. The impact was so great that as Austin brought The Phenom down, he bounced off of Austin's shoulder and fell backwards into the mat. Knowing that the match needed to come to an end, Austin crawled over, flinging his body over his opponent in an effort to get the pin. The referee, who had stayed out of the way until now, had almost gotten a three count, but The Undertaker kicked out, forcing Austin to roll over and back away.

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"Dammit!" Jaina leaned forward, her face in her hands, wiping her hair back from her face. She was starting to get worried. The match had gone on for almost 20 minutes now, and with each passing moment, Jaina's nerves were becoming that much more frayed. "You know what, at this point, I don't really give a rats ass who wins the damn match, I just want it over with..."

Shane put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Just relax, alright? Everything's going to be okay."

Jaina chuckled. "You hate him, remember?" Shane shrugged. "Only because he's made my dad's life a living hell for two years." Jaina shook her head and looked back towards the television, ignoring the knock that came at the door. She didn't even notice Shane get up to answer it, her eyes still fixed on the screen, but when Shane gave a surprised 'hey!', she looked towards the exit and jumped to her feet.

"Hello, Jaina." Edge, Christian right behind him, grinned at her, baring his teeth. "Shane!" She tried to step forward, but she didn't even get her foot down as Edge and Christian grabbed an arm each and dragged her back towards the couch. As they did so, she saw the Acolytes, Viscera, Gangrel, and Mideon make their way into the room. She screamed as the latter three went to stomping and punching Shane, and the boy didn't have a prayers chance in Hell that he'd be able to get all three off of him. The Acolytes made their way over to the couch where Edge and Christian were forcing Jaina down on the cushions, holding her head so that her eyes were now on the t.v. and Jaina bit back a yelp as she saw that she was looking back at herself.

If she was on the television, then that meant....

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"What the hell!?" Austin was caught off guard by a woman's scream, and instinct made him look at the screen monitors. He looked back at The Undertaker, and he'd never seen a more evil smile on the face of any man in his life. He pointed at the screen. "Ya bastard, I'm gonna put my foot in your ass for this!" But Austin was blinded by rage, and when he lurched at The Undertaker was ready for him. He caught Austin in a choke hold and plowed him through the mat, standing over a prone Austin when he was through. And then came his signature closing move, sliding his thumb across his throat to signal that he'd had enough. He dragged Austin to his feet, driving the mans head between his knees to place him correctly for the pile driver, which was administered savagely. Austin leg's fell over and he was unconscious lying in the ring.

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"Daddy!" Jaina was struggling to get out from under the two men that had her pinned down, but with the Acolytes standing by just in case she managed to squirm free, she knew she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Or so she thought, but Edge was dragging her back up off the couch and he shoved her unceremoniously down to the floor. "We have a message for you," Edge murmured. "Directly from our Master," Christian continued. The four men who were in charge of her chuckled as she tried to make her way over to Shane, whose stomach was now being kicked in by three very big ministry members.

"You three can head on out to the ring," Edge nodded at them, "just wait for the bell to ring and the match is over so our Master isn't disqualified." The three men grunted and left, Gangrel delivering a cheap shot to Shane's head as he followed the other two men out.

"Now, as for our message," Edge reached down, yanking Jaina up by her hair as Bradshaw and Farooq stepped over her body, taking Shane's face roughly in his hands.

"The message, little one, is that you have very limited time left to prance around here as you do now." Edge knelt in front of her, his hand slipping under her chin, gripping so tightly that it made Jaina wince. She tried not to look at the face in front of her, in fact, she was trying to focus on Shane's already bloody forehead, but Edge wasn't having any of that. He jerked her face up so that she couldn't look at anything or anyone else but him. "He likes your spirit, Jaina Austin, so you should spend as much time with your father...and with your new 'friend'...as possible, because before long, he'll call you to stand beside him."

Jaina was seething, filled with rage, and she couldn't stand having Edges hands on her. She spat in his face in an effort to get him to let go of her, and she almost did it. The grips on her face and arms were loosened just enough so that she could land a good punch or two on Edge and rip herself away from Christian, but she fell over a very groggy Shane as she tried to stand up, smacking her head on the cement floor, stunning her for a few moments.

Her fall didn't go without it's reward though. It was enough to jar Shane back enough to realize what was going on, and when Bradshaw reached for him again, Shane slapped the hand away, kicking upwards with his foot into the acolytes testicle area. Bradshaw went down almost immediately as Shane and Jaina both tried to help the other up, but it was to no avail. While Edge shoved Jaina against a wall, Farooq and Christian lifted Shane to his feet, and while Christian forced Shane's chin as high as it would go, Farooq assaulted Shane with fiery quick knee's to his mid section, stepping back finally and letting Christian throw his head through the wall, which left a considerable dent in the structure.

"You should think very long and very hard about your next move, Jaina," Edge had her by the throat now and against the wall, and Jaina was finding it very difficult to breathe. She coughed slightly through tears that were threatening to fall, but Edge very gently, but none the less creepily, wiped her eyes with his thumb. "How you behave now will dictate whether or not he deals with you gently....or forcefully." With that, his hand still on her throat, he leaned her back from the wall a bit before shoving her back towards it, watching her crumple in a heap on the floor, partially on top of the unconscious McMahon.

"Let's head out to the ring." Edge led his brother and the Acolytes out of the locker room, taking care to close the door behind them, leaving Shane, Jaina, and a world of pain behind them.

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By the time Steve finally made it back to the locker room after having visited the trainers, he found Jainaand Shane sitting on the couch, Shane with a band aid on his forehead, and Jaina with a bag of eyes nursing the bump on the top of her skull. "You two sure are a sorry sight," he said, limping on over to them and dumping himself into a chair, "you alright?" He fixed his eyes on his daughter, who nodded, wincing slightly.

"I'm okay...I don't think my neck has a spine to support it anymore, but I'm okay."She leaned back and closed her eyes, letting the ice do it's job.

"I'd offer you a massage, but I'm worse than you are," Shane noted, "they went after me more than you."

"Well yea, they didn't want me damaged to badly," Jaina sniffed, "besides, you're the man. Of course they'd go after you more. You've taken worse than that before."

"Oh, okay, I'll just make sure to tell the writers to have Taker tombstone you tomorrow night," Shane mumbled, and Jaina stuck out her tongue in response.

"'scuse me," Steve raised his hand, and both young people looked at him, "oh, I just wanted to raise my hand to say somethin' since it seems like we're in kindergarten again."

"Very funny, Dad," Jaina rolled off the couch, pushing her dress down in the front as she walked across the room, grumbling in pain every few seconds, "the only consolation to this is tomorrow night when I get to have some fun. Trust me when I tell you, I'm looking forward to that!"

"Does the Ministry know what you're doing?" Shane asked as Austin twisted his body to look at her. Jaina shook her head, smirking. "Nope. The only person that knows anything is Mark, and he is going to be, of course, my grand finale." She went into the bathroom and closed the door as her father looked back at Shane.

"Almost makes me happy I won't be there tomorrow night."

Shane only laughed. He didn't know what Jaina had planned either, but he knew he was going to be in on the action, and he also knew that his girlfriend has a very devious mind when she put herself to it.

She must have gotten that from Daddy dearest.