Title: She's a McMahon, Damn It! –Chapter 1.
Author: Carly.
Disclaimer: Jeff Hardy owns himself…sob! Taylor Edwards is my own character.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Taylor is Vince McMahon's daughter. She has always been the odd one in the family, refusing to take her parents money. When she wants to go to public school instead of private to lead a normal life and escape all the glitz and glamour of the WWF, it's the last straw for the McMahon's. Taylor moves to live with her grandparents. Several years later, she meets Jeff Hardy. How will he react when he finds out she's a McMahon?
Taylor was fed-up. She was nearly nineteen and attending her first year at college. It was five weeks into the semester and one morning wasn't going particularly well. She was already late for morning lectures, as her alarm clock didn't go off then she had discovered someone had left a mug on her homework, which she had worked on for two hours the night before. It was now stained with a ring of dried coffee. Her flat mates had already left and had eaten all the cereal. Sighing heavily, she grabbed an apple before walking five blocks to her college. It was Monday, meaning that she had another four days of hell to go through with classes and essays. But she did have one thing to look forward to that night; Raw. She had been a huge fan of wrestling for years and was exceptionally keen on Team Xtreme, especially Jeff.
"Dreaming about Jeff again?" her friends, Carla and Amanda joked. Taylor rolled her eyes and walked into the class, only to find a new lecturer at the front of the room. She had to admit, he was cute. He was definitely in his twenties, dark and tanned. All the other girls were literally drooling over him but Taylor didn't really take much notice. Besides, she loved Jeff Hardy. True, her chances with him were slim to none, but she couldn't help but feel something for him. She was quickly interrupted from her thoughts when someone barged into her.
"Hi everyone. Please cam down. As most of you know Professor Simpson is on maternity leave. I'm David Thomas but you can refer to me as Professor Thomas," he introduced. "You must be Taylor Edwards, heard a lot about you. If I may say, you look a lot like Stephanie McMahon-Helmesly." At that comment, everybody in the room tuned to look at her. Ever since starting at college, everyone had mentioned the resemblance between her and the McMahon's. Truth was, she really was a McMahon. No one knew of her past. Her name was only Edwards because she had had it changed a few months prior college.
All her life, she had tried to lead her own normal life and didn't want to get professionally trapped into the wrestling business. Taylor was independent and had sometimes tried to rebel from her parents. There was always a wrestler at the house at some point when her parents returned home each week, if they did at all. Stephanie and Shane were always intrigued by their parents' work. They tried to get involved in meetings or what so but Taylor wasn't bothered with that, instead, she concentrated on her education. She wasn't the type of person to rely on family for money or a job, or anything for that matter. She remembered one point in her life when she announced that she was going to a normal high school instead of private school like her siblings. That had caused a massive family row. So, the day after her sixteenth birthday, she moved to her grandparent's house. From then on, she had no contact with her family.
"The only thing you and Stephanie McMahon seem to have in common is that you're both sluts," Hannah spat at the end of class, a flash of abhorrence in her eyes, although she never talked to Stephanie, Taylor hated it when people insulted them. She also hated Hannah. Trying not to stoop to her level, she just rolled her eyes then walked away. Taylor went to have lunch on the campus benches outside accompanied with her friends. All of a sudden, her appetite disappeared, so she didn't eat anything. Something stirred in her stomach but it wasn't hunger, it was a feeling of excitement…something good was going to happen to her and very soon. As her friends continued to eat their food, she began listening to Pearl Jam on her CD Walkman. She had it up at maximum volume so it wasn't long before everyone at the table started complaining.
"Hey Taylor, there's a party tomorrow night. You have to come," Darren said, sitting down next to her. Darren was in most of her classes and was constantly trying to go out with her but failed on each various attempt.
"Whatever," she replied unbothered, putting her earphones back on. Everyone joked that she was too in love with Jeff Hardy to go out with anyone else. This wasn't necessarily the case of being in love with him, she was just intrigued by him. He seemed different from most guys. He was deep and seemed almost perfect. But Darren was too…normal for Taylor's liking. She liked guys that were different. Instead of leaving her alone though, Darren stayed put and invited his friends over. She rolled her eyes and left the table after grabbing her bags and books. 'God, he's so irritating,' she thought to herself, gritting her teeth. But maybe a party was what she needed even if he was going to be there. She had been tremendously stressed lately, it would help her unwind. With that decision made, she mental tried to think of her possible outfit for the party.
That night, she had had a long bubble bath then settled down with some snacks to watch Raw. Luckily, she had the house to herself so she was easily guaranteed some peace. All her homework was out of the way and she had no errands to run. The introductions finished and all highlights of the week before were shown. Then her favourite entrance theme started and Team Xtreme walked down the ramp. They were set to take on the Dudleyz and Stacy Keibler. Taylor watched the match with interest. Amy Dumas a.k.a. Lita was her favourite female wrestler and loved it when she hit the moonsault on Stacy to get the win. It was then she got that funny feeling in her stomach again. She was interrupted from her train of thoughts when her friends came back in. Taylor sighed deeply. It wasn't that she didn't like her friends; she just liked to be by herself at times. They all sat on the couch and continued watching Raw with her. All of a sudden, Vince McMahon came on the screen. 'I just hope they never find out Vince McMahon is my father,' she thought to herself.
Author: Carly.
Disclaimer: Jeff Hardy owns himself…sob! Taylor Edwards is my own character.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Taylor is Vince McMahon's daughter. She has always been the odd one in the family, refusing to take her parents money. When she wants to go to public school instead of private to lead a normal life and escape all the glitz and glamour of the WWF, it's the last straw for the McMahon's. Taylor moves to live with her grandparents. Several years later, she meets Jeff Hardy. How will he react when he finds out she's a McMahon?
Taylor was fed-up. She was nearly nineteen and attending her first year at college. It was five weeks into the semester and one morning wasn't going particularly well. She was already late for morning lectures, as her alarm clock didn't go off then she had discovered someone had left a mug on her homework, which she had worked on for two hours the night before. It was now stained with a ring of dried coffee. Her flat mates had already left and had eaten all the cereal. Sighing heavily, she grabbed an apple before walking five blocks to her college. It was Monday, meaning that she had another four days of hell to go through with classes and essays. But she did have one thing to look forward to that night; Raw. She had been a huge fan of wrestling for years and was exceptionally keen on Team Xtreme, especially Jeff.
"Dreaming about Jeff again?" her friends, Carla and Amanda joked. Taylor rolled her eyes and walked into the class, only to find a new lecturer at the front of the room. She had to admit, he was cute. He was definitely in his twenties, dark and tanned. All the other girls were literally drooling over him but Taylor didn't really take much notice. Besides, she loved Jeff Hardy. True, her chances with him were slim to none, but she couldn't help but feel something for him. She was quickly interrupted from her thoughts when someone barged into her.
"Hi everyone. Please cam down. As most of you know Professor Simpson is on maternity leave. I'm David Thomas but you can refer to me as Professor Thomas," he introduced. "You must be Taylor Edwards, heard a lot about you. If I may say, you look a lot like Stephanie McMahon-Helmesly." At that comment, everybody in the room tuned to look at her. Ever since starting at college, everyone had mentioned the resemblance between her and the McMahon's. Truth was, she really was a McMahon. No one knew of her past. Her name was only Edwards because she had had it changed a few months prior college.
All her life, she had tried to lead her own normal life and didn't want to get professionally trapped into the wrestling business. Taylor was independent and had sometimes tried to rebel from her parents. There was always a wrestler at the house at some point when her parents returned home each week, if they did at all. Stephanie and Shane were always intrigued by their parents' work. They tried to get involved in meetings or what so but Taylor wasn't bothered with that, instead, she concentrated on her education. She wasn't the type of person to rely on family for money or a job, or anything for that matter. She remembered one point in her life when she announced that she was going to a normal high school instead of private school like her siblings. That had caused a massive family row. So, the day after her sixteenth birthday, she moved to her grandparent's house. From then on, she had no contact with her family.
"The only thing you and Stephanie McMahon seem to have in common is that you're both sluts," Hannah spat at the end of class, a flash of abhorrence in her eyes, although she never talked to Stephanie, Taylor hated it when people insulted them. She also hated Hannah. Trying not to stoop to her level, she just rolled her eyes then walked away. Taylor went to have lunch on the campus benches outside accompanied with her friends. All of a sudden, her appetite disappeared, so she didn't eat anything. Something stirred in her stomach but it wasn't hunger, it was a feeling of excitement…something good was going to happen to her and very soon. As her friends continued to eat their food, she began listening to Pearl Jam on her CD Walkman. She had it up at maximum volume so it wasn't long before everyone at the table started complaining.
"Hey Taylor, there's a party tomorrow night. You have to come," Darren said, sitting down next to her. Darren was in most of her classes and was constantly trying to go out with her but failed on each various attempt.
"Whatever," she replied unbothered, putting her earphones back on. Everyone joked that she was too in love with Jeff Hardy to go out with anyone else. This wasn't necessarily the case of being in love with him, she was just intrigued by him. He seemed different from most guys. He was deep and seemed almost perfect. But Darren was too…normal for Taylor's liking. She liked guys that were different. Instead of leaving her alone though, Darren stayed put and invited his friends over. She rolled her eyes and left the table after grabbing her bags and books. 'God, he's so irritating,' she thought to herself, gritting her teeth. But maybe a party was what she needed even if he was going to be there. She had been tremendously stressed lately, it would help her unwind. With that decision made, she mental tried to think of her possible outfit for the party.
That night, she had had a long bubble bath then settled down with some snacks to watch Raw. Luckily, she had the house to herself so she was easily guaranteed some peace. All her homework was out of the way and she had no errands to run. The introductions finished and all highlights of the week before were shown. Then her favourite entrance theme started and Team Xtreme walked down the ramp. They were set to take on the Dudleyz and Stacy Keibler. Taylor watched the match with interest. Amy Dumas a.k.a. Lita was her favourite female wrestler and loved it when she hit the moonsault on Stacy to get the win. It was then she got that funny feeling in her stomach again. She was interrupted from her train of thoughts when her friends came back in. Taylor sighed deeply. It wasn't that she didn't like her friends; she just liked to be by herself at times. They all sat on the couch and continued watching Raw with her. All of a sudden, Vince McMahon came on the screen. 'I just hope they never find out Vince McMahon is my father,' she thought to herself.