Sacrificing Morgan
A fic by the Angel
Chapter Three: Arrival
"How long is this trip anyway?" Morgan took out her map that was folded neatly in her backpack. "Well, we're in Ohio now… Shouldn't be long… About another hour or so." Chris replied, peeling cheese off of his sandwich.
Morgan raised an eyebrow at the sandwich. "Chris, we got lunch in New York. Why are you still eating it? It's… Moldy." Morgan made a face and giggled.
Chris stuffed some bread into his open mouth. "Puh-leaze." He said with a full mouth, "women and the moldy food."
"Driver!" Morgan said, leaning over the plush gray seat. "Can we stop? I need to use the ladies room." Chris moaned. "Again? Can't ya hold it in like a man?" Morgan bit her lip and crossed her legs. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! I can't hold in it!"
Chris smirked and took out his can of soda. "Hey, Morg, ya thirsty? Better drink it up! Oh wait, then you might have to pee… Sisssssssssssssssssssssss…" Morgan reached over and smacked Chris on the hand.
"Bastard, I'll pee in your mouth." Morgan moaned and grabbed her hips. "Can we stop the fucking car?" Chris giggled. "Someone is testy." Morgan shook her body and searched from the windows for a restroom. "I am so warning you, Chris. Once I release this urine from my body, you are so dead!"
The driver pulled over to a McDonalds. "Here you are, Miss McMahon." Morgan stared, wide eyed at the fast food place. "Here? You want a McMahon to pee here?" The driver shrugged. "The next restroom is thirty miles from here. Either do your duty here or wait."
Chris grinned and made the "Sis" sound. Morgan glared at him. "All right, all right, all right! I'll go." Morgan got out of the car and smoothed out her pants. She frowned as she pulled open the door. There was a mob of children waiting for something.
"What's going on?" Morgan asked a girl, about twelve. "The McMahon figures are coming out into Happy Meals! Vince, Stephanie, Linda, and Shane!" Morgan frowned. "I should be there," She muttered. The girl twirled her money.
"You should?" The girl asked. Morgan's lips pouted up and she sighed. "Forget it. Where's the restroom?" The girl pointed to the left doorway. "There." Morgan walked fast to the bathroom. It didn't matter how disgusted she was by it; she needed to use the restroom- now.
*
"All ready?" Chris smirked as Morgan filed back into the car. Morgan blew her stringy bangs from out of her eyes. "Yes, King Urine." Morgan retorted as she clasped her seatbelt back on. "They were having McMahon action figures today with the children's Happy Meals." She replied curtly as the limo sped away.
Chris giggled. "Imagine the commotion if they knew what your last name was." Morgan rolled her eyes. "It wouldn't be any more commotion. I am not on TV." Chris shrugged. "It's only a matter of time. Once you get to the biz, even if you're not trained, they throw you out into the ring."
Morgan sighed and leaned her head against the seat, and then turned it to Chris. "Would I wrestle? Because I never even watched it before." Chris shrugged. "I wouldn't think so. You'd probably be one of the top Team WWF's valets. And then there's a whole other thing…"
"About what?" Morgan inquired, sitting up. Chris looked out the window, trying to be nonchalant. "You'd have to choose what side you're on. The Alliance, or Team WWF. The Alliance already have a big bitch as their valet, your sister."
Morgan snorted. "I already told my father that I'd side with the WWF."
"Good choice."
*
"Here we are…This is the arena. You're father is waiting there." The driver opened Morgan's door, releasing a ray of sunlight that shone on Morgan's face, and brought out the blonde tints in her hair.
Chris ran ahead into the arena. "Overgrown idiot," Morgan muttered, taking her bags. "How about a little help here?" He stopped on the top of the arena steps. "Geez, you can't even carry a few bags?" Morgan turned red and breathed in to control her anger.
If this was the best that her father sent, then she'd hate to see the worst. "Take my fucking bag!" She screamed. Chris arched and eyebrow and giggled. "Fine, I see you're going to blow you're top now. You are such a McMahon."
Morgan pulled her hair behind her ears. "Why are we going this way anyway? Fans come in this way. We'll get bombarded." Chris smiled as he swung open the doorways. "Relax, Morgan, I love talking to fans. They know me."
She frowned. "But they don't know me." Chris rolled his eyes. "Soon enough. Soon enough." Chris draped his arm over Morgan's muscle and squeezed her close to him. He smiled at the screaming fans. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Shut up! Act like we're together," Chris said, smiling still. Morgan coughed loudly. "Together?" She hissed. Chris squeezed tighter. Morgan smiled. A slender woman ran up the path.
"Chris Jericho! You have arrived! Who is this?" Lillian Garcia asked, pointing her head to Morgan. Chris took the mic. "Lillian, this is Morgan McMahon."
"MORGAN MCMAHON?" Lillian asked, her eyes bugging out of her head. Morgan smiled and took the mic. "Yes, Lillian, or whatever your name is. I am a McMahon and I am here to say a few things." Chris smiled. "We're making our way to the ring right now, so any questions will be answered there."
Lillian walked away, and everyone was in shock.
"Well, there are THREE McMahon kids! Hopefully this one won't back stab her father." JR commented. Paul Heyman grinned.
"She's hot, and she is probably going into the Alliance! Can life get any better, JR?" Paul asked, rubbing his hands together. JR raised an eyebrow.
*
"Being accompanied to the ring by Morgan McMahon, Chris Jericho!" Chris walked to the ring, and Morgan linked to his arm. He held the ropes for her, and she stepped in. Paul eyed her, even though she didn't look exactly like the other divas.
Her toast hair with blonde tints was piled on top of her head with some sloppy tendrils framing her face. Her eyes weren't blue or green or brown like the other women in the WWF, but a dull black. She was a bit tan, and a little more muscular than Molly or Lita. She was wearing a tan tank top and plaid brown pants with black boots.
"She's unique looking! Very Alliance material!" Paul said enthusiastically.
Chris brought the mic to his lips. "I have here, Morgan McMahon. Vince and Linda's youngest daughter, Shane and Stephanie's sister." He handed the mic to Morgan, who froze. She didn't expect to be apart of the storyline at all. She raised the mic to her own mouth.
"My brother is a two faced evil bastard," Morgan said. Her feelings just pumped up inside her, and she was ready to let them explode. "My sister is a no good, piece of trash!" The fans erupted in cheers, and they started to chant, "Morgan, Morgan, Morgan."
JR chuckled. "Doesn't look too good for the Alliance, Paul." Paul snickered. "Shut up, JR."
"My father brought me out here because he wanted me to make a choice. Would I side with the Alliance? Or would I side with the WWF? If I am out here with Chris Jericho, Y2J, the AYATOLLAH OF ROCK AND ROLLA-"
The fans now were in their normal "Y2J" chant.
"What do you think? I am siding with the WWF, I am siding with my father, I am siding with my heart!" Morgan declared much to the delight of fans.
Paul groaned.
Vince's music played as soon as Morgan finished her statement. He smiled and shook Chris's hand and hugged his daughter. "I haven't seen you in so long," He whispered. Morgan smiled and handed the mic to her dad.
Just as he began to talk, Shane and Stephanie came out to "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor."
"How sweet," Shane commented, grinning. Stephanie smirked at her sister. "Nice of you to finally make an appearance, Morgan. We thought you died since we hadn't seen you in so long." Morgan chuckled. "You wish."
Shane smirked. "I do wish. I wish every single day." Morgan shrugged. "I know you want to see me die and rot in hell like Dad and Grandpa." Stephanie giggled. "You're a smart girl Morgan. You know, owning ECW, it's like this dream and I have died and gone to heaven."
"Well," Morgan said, scratching her chin, "as a matter of fact, I have that dream too, but you go in the other direction."
Paul gasped. "She's a McMahon with no respect! No respect!"
"Actually," JR argued, "I like her a lot. What a feisty girl."
Stephanie sniffed, indicating that she was about to cry. "Look what you did, Sis! You made her cry!" Morgan mocked a gasp. "I did?" She asked, clueless. "Oh, I am such a bad girl!" Shane embraced a crying Stephanie. "You and your little blonde bimbo can have all the fun you want in WWF!" Shane declared.
The two siblings left the ringside. Morgan dropped the mic and smiled. "Hey, this gig is getting better and better. Plus I made Steph cry! Bonus!"