**Thank you Billion Dollar Bitch, oh I hope you're right! I'd LOVE to see
the Teddy on TV as much as possible. (Don't me I have a teddy bear and he
reminds me soooo much of Shane O Mac it's not even funny.) Danielle, you
are starting to scare me lol. Debra, I'm going to use your suggestions. To
everyone, I mean it. Suggest anything or dare me and as long as it's
somewhat relevant to the story (Example of something bad: Shane joins the
circus. That will NOT be used.) I'll use it. Enjoy!**
"She wore an itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini." I sing lowly to myself. I shake my head. Why the hell is THAT stuck in my head? I always hated that damn song. Stephanie liked it. I shrug. The reason doesn't matter now. It's stuck in my head and I know how to get it out. There's only one way. I turn on my monitor (incase you haven't noticed my computer is never turned off, only the monitor) and type in the address.
"Mr. McMahon?" Jenny says sweetly as she opens my door. I jump up and bang my knees off the desk.
"Ow!" I yell. In a second Jenny is at my side.
"Boss are you ok? Boss," She looks over at the screen and smiles. "Oh boss. I had no idea." She breathes in my ear. It sends a tingling sensation throughout my body.
"Jennifer I didn't mean for you to see that! I don't look at that that often!"
"What? Porn?" She laughs. "Don't dare be ashamed Boss." She whispers in my ear again. "It's not like I never looked at anything like it." I jump away from her.
"Ms. Chachio please state the reason you entered my office. If you can't then I gently suggest you leave." I say with a flushed face. God, why am I so nervous? And why do I always get caught on this ONE porn site? I'm not even on it that much! Jennifer coughs and looks around.
"I, uh, I ccame to dddrop off some paper work." She says nervously and shoves a bunch of papers at me.
"Thank you Ms. Chachio." I say and look down at the papers, silently dismissing her. She gets the hint and leaves. Well, that was interesting.
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"Shane, Shane O, Shane O Buddy, Giant Killer, Boy Wonder-"
"What Chris?" I cut him off jokingly. Chris smiles.
"You look tired. You been sleeping?"
"Why is everyone asking me this?"
"It shows. People need sleep Mac."
"Did you come here for a real reason?"
"Indeed I did assclown."
"Well what?"
"What's up with you and Jenny?"
"Chris!"
"Shane!"
"Unless you want to discuss a business matter-" I start getting mad. Chris cuts me off with his hysterical laughing. "What?" I snap.
"Well I was going to ask where Mike was so I could further discuss our wrestling angle with, damnit." Chris started out making fun of me then lost himself. Now it was my turn to laugh.
"That's what you get bastard." Chris pretends to be pissed off.
"For you're 411 my parents were happily married when they had me!"
"Then everything went downhill?" I ask seriously. We both laugh.
"See you later." Chris says and walks away.
"Mr. McMahon!" Jenny shrieks and runs up to me.
"Yes?" I ask. She shoved a piece of paper in my face.
"The ratings came in! WE BEAT RAW!"
"She wore an itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini." I sing lowly to myself. I shake my head. Why the hell is THAT stuck in my head? I always hated that damn song. Stephanie liked it. I shrug. The reason doesn't matter now. It's stuck in my head and I know how to get it out. There's only one way. I turn on my monitor (incase you haven't noticed my computer is never turned off, only the monitor) and type in the address.
"Mr. McMahon?" Jenny says sweetly as she opens my door. I jump up and bang my knees off the desk.
"Ow!" I yell. In a second Jenny is at my side.
"Boss are you ok? Boss," She looks over at the screen and smiles. "Oh boss. I had no idea." She breathes in my ear. It sends a tingling sensation throughout my body.
"Jennifer I didn't mean for you to see that! I don't look at that that often!"
"What? Porn?" She laughs. "Don't dare be ashamed Boss." She whispers in my ear again. "It's not like I never looked at anything like it." I jump away from her.
"Ms. Chachio please state the reason you entered my office. If you can't then I gently suggest you leave." I say with a flushed face. God, why am I so nervous? And why do I always get caught on this ONE porn site? I'm not even on it that much! Jennifer coughs and looks around.
"I, uh, I ccame to dddrop off some paper work." She says nervously and shoves a bunch of papers at me.
"Thank you Ms. Chachio." I say and look down at the papers, silently dismissing her. She gets the hint and leaves. Well, that was interesting.
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"Shane, Shane O, Shane O Buddy, Giant Killer, Boy Wonder-"
"What Chris?" I cut him off jokingly. Chris smiles.
"You look tired. You been sleeping?"
"Why is everyone asking me this?"
"It shows. People need sleep Mac."
"Did you come here for a real reason?"
"Indeed I did assclown."
"Well what?"
"What's up with you and Jenny?"
"Chris!"
"Shane!"
"Unless you want to discuss a business matter-" I start getting mad. Chris cuts me off with his hysterical laughing. "What?" I snap.
"Well I was going to ask where Mike was so I could further discuss our wrestling angle with, damnit." Chris started out making fun of me then lost himself. Now it was my turn to laugh.
"That's what you get bastard." Chris pretends to be pissed off.
"For you're 411 my parents were happily married when they had me!"
"Then everything went downhill?" I ask seriously. We both laugh.
"See you later." Chris says and walks away.
"Mr. McMahon!" Jenny shrieks and runs up to me.
"Yes?" I ask. She shoved a piece of paper in my face.
"The ratings came in! WE BEAT RAW!"