"You have got to be joking!"
Nineteen-year old Jade McMahon, youngest daughter of sports legend
Vince McMahon, sat on her bathroom floor, her head in her hands, her body
being wracked by vicious sobs. How could she let this happen? After the
years of being trained by her father to be one of the damn best wrestlers
in the business and she had thrown it all away. Now what was she going to
do? Work an office job for the rest of her life? She was too wild for
that. Then again, that's what had gotten her into trouble in the first
place.
When Jade first met twenty-five year old Shawn Michaels, she was
intrigued by his fascination. As their friendship grew, it blossomed into
an interest that neither one of them could ignore. After countless nights
of passion and romance, Jade found herself sitting in her bathroom at the
family home, staring at the little stick that told her of her fate.
She was pregnant.
With the Heartbreak Kid's child.
Her father was going to love this.
It was rumoured when they first began a friendship that her father
was overheard telling Shawn, "I know you're the Heartbreak Kid because you
break a lot of woman's hearts. But if you hurt my daughter in any way, it
won't be your heart you'll have to worry about me breaking." Jade didn't
know whether or not to believe the allegations, so she let things flow
smoothly. But her father was organizing more and more harsh and ruthless
matches for Shawn to compete in as their friendship continued into a
relationship. Jade sensed that her father knew of their love and wanted
her out of it.
Jade was always the wild one. She did the opposite of what her
father wanted, and all the men wanted her. She had long gorgeous brownish-
reddish hair that reached her waist and glowing green eyes that made men
bow at her feet. She was one hell of a performer when it came to the ring
and this made Vince more proud than ever. He had kept a tight leash on his
two daughters, only wanting the best for them. Jade knew of the impending
doom that would unveil when he heard of her pregnancy. But before
anything, she wanted to confirm it.
It was early evening on a Thursday in May. The doctor's office would
be closed by now but the drugstore wasn't. Jade quickly stood up, brushing
her long locks out of her face. She ran for her car keys and swiftly
hurried to the store to buy three more pregnancy tests.
An hour later, she sat on the floor, once again, three boxes
surrounding her. Three sticks, plus the one from before, stood out from
her enclosed fist, all of them spouting blue strips down the centre. There
was no doubt anymore. She was pregnant.
