Like a bad fanfic writer, I keep on writing…

Title: Ranma in WWE Part 2
Author: Drina
E-mail: wanderer_27@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13 (It's wrestling, wat do u expect? A G-rating?)

Content: Insanity abounds!
Distribution: Just tell me abt it
Characters: Ranma & Genma Saotome from Ranma ½ and the WWE roster
Genre: Comedy
Disclaimer: I SO do not own any of these characters at all.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Vince received a postcard in the mail…

There was a cool cloth on her forehead and Stephanie McMahon woke up. Her family was gathered around her. She found herself lying in the couch in her father's study. "I just had the weirdest dream, everyone. I dreamt that Daddy had engaged me to someone I've ever seen before. You would never do that to me, would you, Daddy?" She asked plaintively. He gave her a sheepish grin as a reply. Stephanie screamed, "Mom, you can't let Daddy do that to me! This is 21st century America, for goodness sake! We're not living in the Dark Ages!"

Shane butted in at this point, "Yeah, Dad. I know that you're a control freak, but I never knew that you were this much of a control freak, going to the extent of arranging marriages for Stephanie…Oh no! Don't tell me I have a bride waiting for me as well?" he quickly panicked.

"Pipe down, Shane," Linda made her authority felt then. She turned to Vince and eyed him with a steely glare. "So tell me 'dear husband', (at those two words, Vince visibly cringed) tell me, tell us all more about Stephanie's fiancé, a fiancé that you must have forgotten to tell your wife, your loving wife, who owns 50% of your company, your wife who is the mother of your children."

"Now, now, Linda," Vince was very familiar with his wife's mood. Right now she was boiling mad at him, although she appeared calm on the surface. She just stared at him wordlessly. "Okay, okay. This is how it happened…"

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10 years ago

Vince walked alone in the dark alleys in the Chicago streets. It was a cold night, and hardly any people were around. The few souls who were in the streets were either homeless, or thugs looking for a easy mark, or Vince, the easy mark. He foolhardily believed that he being a wrestler would be able to handle the street thugs easily. Of course, in a one-on-one situation or even a two-on-one situation, he would be able to fight them off, but if there were a gang of thugs just waiting around the corner for him, he obviously would not stand a chance. And as he turned the corner, he knew that he was doomed…

As they crowded in on him, with their knives flashing in the dim light, he wondered fatally if he would be able to make out even in one piece. Just then there was a slight blur and all the thugs were immediately disarmed. The blur slowed down and Vince could not believe his eyes. It was a KID! A freaking kid. The kid went into action again, knocking out all the thugs. Then he stopped in front of Vince, and asked in accented English, "You okay, sir?"

"Yes, thanks for your assistance. If not for you, I could not bear to think what would happen to me. You're a fantastic fighter for your age kid, hell, you're the best freaking fighter that I've ever seen before! So what's your name and who taught you…"Vince's voice trailed off as he discovered the blank look on the boy's face. He looked at the boy closer. The kid was real cute, with a little ponytail. He was obviously of Asian descent, but with a surprising pair of sapphire blue eyes; he was a wearing a white-gi that had obviously seen better times yet he carried himself proudly and confidently. This adult assurance was oddly fitting on the boy who could not even be ten.

"What's your name?" Vince slowly enunciated his words.

The boy's face immediately brightened as he recognized the words spoken to him. He pointed to himself, "Me, Ranma Saotome."

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