--June 3, 2002--
Today was the day. Daddy was back in the WWE, his first appearance in quite some time. To all of you who don't already know my name's Babs Hanson, and I have a twin sister named MJ. All of you die-hard wrestling fans know that there is/was no wrestler with the last name Hanson… we were adopted.
Adopted by THE most electrifying man in sports entertainment today… no it's not the Rock. Sorry, no put intended with the use of his gimmick. To use his own gimmicks would be to say that he is The Icon, The Showstoppa, The Main Event… yep, you guessed it, The Heart Break Kid himself, Shawn Michaels. I'll give you the basics on how we were adopted by Shawn. Our parents died when we were 7, we lived with our Aunt Mandy and then she died when we were 10, after that we went to live with Shawnie Boy.
At first it was really hard. He never pressured us to call him dad or anything and he never asked us to change our last name (as a sign of respect to our parents). But after the years went on we just sort of started calling him Dad. MJ and I didn't really think of it as a big deal, though Shawn did… ok, to stop confusion I'm just going to refer to Shawn as Dad, Daddy-o, Pappa-Bear and things of that nature ok? OK.
It's been awhile since we've seen some of the other wrestlers, many years in some cases and months in others. Then there are the new guys, the ones that joined the WWE after Dad was injured and forced to stop doing what he loved, performing for his fans. Those wrestlers we haven't gotten the chance to meet but oh we will, just you wait and see… I'm just DYING to meet all the "new" beefcakes that Vince has hired. Man oh man, some of the new guys are REALLY hot. Oh by the way… MJ and I, we're 19, our birthday is June 20th… 17 days from now is what some like to call our "golden birthday".
Right now we're at the hotel with Dad and Kevin (Nash)… you might be able to guess that Dad's just a TAD bit excited and nervous… although he wouldn't admit the latter if you asked. There's a knock on the door I look around the room. MJ's in the bathroom putting on some lotion and it doesn't look like either of the guys will be getting up anytime soon. I sigh and get up off the nice comphy bed, "You two are worthless sometimes." Kev raises his eyebrows at me "Worthless huh?" and gets up out of the chair, knowing I'm in deep shit if I don't make a fast get-away I run to the door and open it. It's Paul (better known as Triple H), I look at him with relief and hide behind him, "Paulie… PLEASE save me!"
He shakes his head, "I guess this one last time won't hurt. But seriously you gotta stop calling me Paulie, or I'm gonna start giving you nicknames that you'll hate." I rolled my eyes. "Actually… I thought of a couple new ones the other day. Ok… it's either P Diddy *giggle* or Tripsey." Paul shook his head, "Those BOTH suck. But if I have to choose" "YOU HAVE TO!" "I guess Tripsey… P Diddy is retarded." "Yay…I liked that one better out of the 2 anyways." Paul laughed, "Where's you better half?" "WHAT!?" "Um… where's you OTHER half… yea, THAT'S what I meant to say." "You suck.. She's in the bathroom putting on lotion." "She puts lotion on in the bathroom??" "The door's not closed, that's just where the lotion was." "Oh… alright. And what did you do to Kev anyways?" "Well…. I called him and Dad worthless cuz they wouldn't move to get the door."
MJ was done with the lotion and started to read her Cosmo magazine. Dad looked at both of us and said, "We're gonna leave in about an hour so you two should start to get ready." MJ and I both got up and went to our bags to pick stuff out to wear. Kevin laughed, "Sometimes I forget that those two are 19. Why are they changing anyways?" Dad laughed and said, "Well… they have to look good for the younger guys. Apparently they want to make a good first impression." Paul shook his head, "The only impression the guys will get is that those two are off limits." MJ turned around, "Don't even think about it you three! We have lives, we can date, for God's sake we're almost 20!" Kevin looked at Dad, "I don't know how you do it man. I would want to kill anyone that looked at my girls."
I got an evil look in my eyes, I grabbed my light blue skin tight halter top, turned to MJ and said, "What do you think? I could wear my jean skirt with this and some flip flops." The three giants looked at me like I was insane. Dad shook his head, "Either of you wanna tell her WHY she WON'T be wearing that tonight?" Kevin smiled, "My pleasure. B.. That's way to revealing. The top is too tight and the skirt is to short, the guys would think you were a ring rat in that." I looked at him oddly, "Ok… here's why I'm gonna wear it. A- it's cute.. B- any male would LOVE it.. C- If I look like a rat, I look like a rat.. D- I've been told light blue IS my color.. And finally E- I'm not actually gonna wear it, I just wanted to piss you three off… it worked." With that said I grabbed one of my light pink t-shirts, some jeans, and a belt and went to the bathroom to change.
MJ laughed, "She got you good with that one. She KNEW that would be your reaction. I just can't believe that you would actually think that she would wear that… oh, and the skirt you were talking about Kev… she left it at home." With that said she turned around and found a outfit to wear, a green striped halter top, jeans, and white flip flops.
**Authors Note** I realize this chapter isn't too exciting, the next one should be more fun, more wrestlers will be introduced to the story. Please give me feedback! Thanks--
--Jess
Today was the day. Daddy was back in the WWE, his first appearance in quite some time. To all of you who don't already know my name's Babs Hanson, and I have a twin sister named MJ. All of you die-hard wrestling fans know that there is/was no wrestler with the last name Hanson… we were adopted.
Adopted by THE most electrifying man in sports entertainment today… no it's not the Rock. Sorry, no put intended with the use of his gimmick. To use his own gimmicks would be to say that he is The Icon, The Showstoppa, The Main Event… yep, you guessed it, The Heart Break Kid himself, Shawn Michaels. I'll give you the basics on how we were adopted by Shawn. Our parents died when we were 7, we lived with our Aunt Mandy and then she died when we were 10, after that we went to live with Shawnie Boy.
At first it was really hard. He never pressured us to call him dad or anything and he never asked us to change our last name (as a sign of respect to our parents). But after the years went on we just sort of started calling him Dad. MJ and I didn't really think of it as a big deal, though Shawn did… ok, to stop confusion I'm just going to refer to Shawn as Dad, Daddy-o, Pappa-Bear and things of that nature ok? OK.
It's been awhile since we've seen some of the other wrestlers, many years in some cases and months in others. Then there are the new guys, the ones that joined the WWE after Dad was injured and forced to stop doing what he loved, performing for his fans. Those wrestlers we haven't gotten the chance to meet but oh we will, just you wait and see… I'm just DYING to meet all the "new" beefcakes that Vince has hired. Man oh man, some of the new guys are REALLY hot. Oh by the way… MJ and I, we're 19, our birthday is June 20th… 17 days from now is what some like to call our "golden birthday".
Right now we're at the hotel with Dad and Kevin (Nash)… you might be able to guess that Dad's just a TAD bit excited and nervous… although he wouldn't admit the latter if you asked. There's a knock on the door I look around the room. MJ's in the bathroom putting on some lotion and it doesn't look like either of the guys will be getting up anytime soon. I sigh and get up off the nice comphy bed, "You two are worthless sometimes." Kev raises his eyebrows at me "Worthless huh?" and gets up out of the chair, knowing I'm in deep shit if I don't make a fast get-away I run to the door and open it. It's Paul (better known as Triple H), I look at him with relief and hide behind him, "Paulie… PLEASE save me!"
He shakes his head, "I guess this one last time won't hurt. But seriously you gotta stop calling me Paulie, or I'm gonna start giving you nicknames that you'll hate." I rolled my eyes. "Actually… I thought of a couple new ones the other day. Ok… it's either P Diddy *giggle* or Tripsey." Paul shook his head, "Those BOTH suck. But if I have to choose" "YOU HAVE TO!" "I guess Tripsey… P Diddy is retarded." "Yay…I liked that one better out of the 2 anyways." Paul laughed, "Where's you better half?" "WHAT!?" "Um… where's you OTHER half… yea, THAT'S what I meant to say." "You suck.. She's in the bathroom putting on lotion." "She puts lotion on in the bathroom??" "The door's not closed, that's just where the lotion was." "Oh… alright. And what did you do to Kev anyways?" "Well…. I called him and Dad worthless cuz they wouldn't move to get the door."
MJ was done with the lotion and started to read her Cosmo magazine. Dad looked at both of us and said, "We're gonna leave in about an hour so you two should start to get ready." MJ and I both got up and went to our bags to pick stuff out to wear. Kevin laughed, "Sometimes I forget that those two are 19. Why are they changing anyways?" Dad laughed and said, "Well… they have to look good for the younger guys. Apparently they want to make a good first impression." Paul shook his head, "The only impression the guys will get is that those two are off limits." MJ turned around, "Don't even think about it you three! We have lives, we can date, for God's sake we're almost 20!" Kevin looked at Dad, "I don't know how you do it man. I would want to kill anyone that looked at my girls."
I got an evil look in my eyes, I grabbed my light blue skin tight halter top, turned to MJ and said, "What do you think? I could wear my jean skirt with this and some flip flops." The three giants looked at me like I was insane. Dad shook his head, "Either of you wanna tell her WHY she WON'T be wearing that tonight?" Kevin smiled, "My pleasure. B.. That's way to revealing. The top is too tight and the skirt is to short, the guys would think you were a ring rat in that." I looked at him oddly, "Ok… here's why I'm gonna wear it. A- it's cute.. B- any male would LOVE it.. C- If I look like a rat, I look like a rat.. D- I've been told light blue IS my color.. And finally E- I'm not actually gonna wear it, I just wanted to piss you three off… it worked." With that said I grabbed one of my light pink t-shirts, some jeans, and a belt and went to the bathroom to change.
MJ laughed, "She got you good with that one. She KNEW that would be your reaction. I just can't believe that you would actually think that she would wear that… oh, and the skirt you were talking about Kev… she left it at home." With that said she turned around and found a outfit to wear, a green striped halter top, jeans, and white flip flops.
**Authors Note** I realize this chapter isn't too exciting, the next one should be more fun, more wrestlers will be introduced to the story. Please give me feedback! Thanks--
--Jess