Hey ya'll! I finally had some time to get the story started. This
story will be updated every Tuesday, so I can see what's going on in Raw
with Shane. Like always, I don't own Shane (but I wish I did), or any other
superstars, but I do own Elizabeth Andrews. Hope you enjoy, and please
review!!
Shane McMahon sighs as he finishes signing another paper. He pushes himself back from the desk and places his hands behind his head. As he closes his eyes, there was a soft knock on the door of his office.
"What?" He asks, not opening his eyes.
"Shane, are you done?" A feminine voice questions.
"Yeah, come on Lizzie."
Shane hears the door open, so he slowly opens his eyes. In walks a tall woman. She has dark auburn hair with dark, mysterious eyes. She's wearing khaki pants with a black blouse. He smiles at the woman and motions for he to sit down.
"I can't. I have to get those papers to your dad, but afterwards why don't we grab something to eat?" Elizabeth suggests, taking the papers off of Shane's desk and putting them into a folder.
"Sounds good, thanks Lizzie. What would I do without you?" He jokes.
"Probably go insane, but that's just my opinion," she smirks, waving bye to him and heading out the door.
Shane chuckles and moves to the couch and lies down. He closes his eyes and thinks about the first time he met Liz.
*~* Flashback*~*
An 18-yr-old Shane McMahon turns the corner and sees a girl about his age being hassled by some of the guys in his class. He recognizes her, she has just moved here, and today was her first day of school. He watches as the guys knock her books out of her hands and kick them down the street. They were taunting her and they kept shoving the girl around. Shane could see tears streaming down her cheeks as he walks closer.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" Shane yells at the guys.
"What if we don't?" The blonde guy says turning to him.
"I'll kick the shit out of you! Now get the hell out of here!" Shane threatens crossing his arms across his chest.
"Whatever, come on guys, let's go," the same guy replies, as they walk away.
The girl bends down and starts to pick up her scattered belongings. Shane stoops down and helps her pick them up. She looks up at him and smiles weakly.
"Thanks," she says quietly.
"No problem. You're new here, right?" Shane asks, handing her the last of her books.
"Unfortunately yes. I moved here from Chicago, I'm Elizabeth Andrews."
"I'm Shane McMahon. Don't worry about those jerks, they always pick on people."
"They seemed kinda scared of you," Elizabeth states, as her and Shane start to walk down the street.
"We my father, Vince, is the owner of the WWF, that's why."
"I knew your name sounded familiar! I'm a big fan of wrestling."
"Really? That's cool. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't we grab a burger and get to know each other. My treat?" Shane offers.
"I'd like that."
And ever since then, they've been the best of friends.
*~* Present Day *~*
Shane wakes up to the sound of the door slamming and Liz cussing.
"What's wrong Lizzie?" Shane asks sleepily.
"Bischoff, that's what's wrong," she states angrily.
"What'd he do?" he demands.
"Tried to get me to come to his room the same old."
"That son of a bitch still doesn't get the hint does he?"
"Not really, but can we drop it please? Let's just go out to eat and we can forget about it, ok?"
"Alight, I'm starving!" Shane announces, rubbing his stomach.
"You're always hungry," Liz states, giggling.
"Hey, shut up!" Shane replies, as they head out the door.
They get into the rental and head downtown.
"Where do you want to go?" Liz asks as they begin to pass restaurants.
"Olive garden sounds good," Shane picks out.
She pulls into the parking lot and they get out. They get seated and order their drinks. Right in the middle of their conversation, Shane's cell rings.
"Hello? Oh Hi Marissa," Shane says.
Liz rolls her eyes at the name, Marissa, and she sighs.
"Yes, I know. Listen, I'm at lunch with Liz right now, so I can't talk. Marissa, not now, just drop it. Listen I gotta go. Yeah, whatever, bye."
Liz raises an eyebrow in question and Shane sighs.
"Don't start Lizzie."
"What'd she want this time?" Liz asks.
"The usual, bitching at me to come home. And before you say another thing, I know you were right about her," Shane explains.
"Changing the subject, what's on the schedule for this Monday? Rumor is your mom's going to be there. Is it true?" Liz asks, taking a bite of salad.
"I don't know at all. I'll call her today and ask. Oh! And don't forget about the charity ball next Friday, you'll need a date," Shane reminds Liz, watching her expression change.
"About that, I still haven't found a date, so I don't think I'm going to go," Liz softly says.
"Lizzie! You hafta go! Come on, can't you go with Ty?" Shane whines.
"Um, no, we kinda broke up, so I can't go," Liz replies, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.
"You're going and that's final!" Shane states.
Liz opens her mouth to object but Shane holds up a hand, silencing her. They eat their lunch and head back to the arena. Once there, Liz goes off on her own to find her good friend, Paul. She turns down a hall and bumps into a solid object. She falls down and when Liz looks up, she gasps.
"Glen! I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," Liz apologizes, standing up and brushing herself off.
"Yeah, whatever. Don't let it happen again," he snarls and walks away, leaving Liz shocked.
"What's his problem?" Liz asks herself.
"You're the problem, Grace," a gruff voice says behind her.
"Paul, how many times do I have to tell you, stop calling me Grace!" Liz states, turning around and placing her hands on her hips.
"You know you love it, Grace," Paul smirks, emphasizing Grace.
"God! Shut up!" Liz says, hitting him lightly on his shoulder.
"Ouch! That really hurt," Paul says, sarcastically, grabbing his shoulder, " so you wanna go grab a water with me?"
"Sure, let's go," Liz and Paul head down the hall.
"You going to the ball next Friday?" he asks.
"I don't know. I don't think I'll go," Liz answers, looking down.
"Aw come on! You gotta go! Shane'O will be mad if you don't," Paul whines, grabbing a water.
"But I don't have a date, that's the problem," Liz argues, grabbing a bottle of soda.
"So ask around, someone is bound not to have a date. I got an idea, lets go looking for a date right now!" Paul suggest happily, grabbing her arm and pulling her into one of the locker rooms. The guys in the room look up from what they're doing and stare at the two.
"Hey guys, how many of you are going to the ball next Friday?" Paul asks, watching some of them raise their hands, "do you guys have dates?"
The guys nod their head yes, and Liz sighs unhappily. As they turn, someone calls out to them.
"I don't have a date," a strong southern voice calls out.
Paul and Liz turn to see Shane Helms standing there.
"Shane! I thought you were going with Trish?" Liz asks.
"Nope, Trish said I was her backup date if Alex couldn't go, but Alex could, so I'm stuck without a date. So what do you say? Wanna go with a superhero?" Shane asks.
"I say I'm in! Thanks so much Shane, you're a lifesaver!" Liz squeals, giving him a big hug.
"Anytime Red," Shane says returning the hug.
"Why don't you call me later and we can talk about it, ok?" Liz suggests
"Sounds good, I'll give you a call."
"Thanks again Shane, you're an angel."
"Yeah I know," Shane smiles.
"See you later," Liz waves as her and Paul head back to Shane's office.
"See now you have a date, now you get to go!" Paul says happily, putting his arms around her and pulling her into him.
Paul starts to mess up her hair as she squeals for help. He finally lets her go and she turns to him and dumps her soda all over him.
"Oh, you're gonna die!" Paul says as soda drips off of him, "I'll give you to the count of 3- 1,2,3!"
Liz dashes down the hall and she hears Paul running after her. She reaches Shane's door and she bangs on it for him to open it. Shane opens the door and she dashes in and hides behind him as Paul comes barging into the room.
"Step aside Shane, it's between me and her," Paul says pointing to Liz.
"Sorry, but I don't want you injuring my assistant, I need her," Shane states.
He turns to Liz to see her stick out her tounge out at Paul.
"On the other hand, she deserves it," Shane grabs Liz's arms and pins them behind her back.
Liz squirms in his grasp as Paul slowly walks over to her. He starts to tickle her and Liz screams, and begs for them to stop. Finally, Paul stops and Shane lets go.
"I'll get you back Paul, don't worry," Liz vows while catching her breath.
"Ooooo, I'm shaking," Paul says sarcastically, waving bye and heading out the door.
Liz turns to Shane who's standing there with an innocent gin on his face.
"You're not getting off so easy," she says as she moves closer to him.
"It was just a little fun, come on Lizzie," Shane pleads.
Liz jumps on Shane, knocking him to the ground. She straddles his hips and starts to tickle his sides. He laughs uncontrollably and squirms to get away. Liz messes up his hair, but she doesn't notice Shane reaching for his water that he dropped. As he lifts the bottle above her head, a voice stops them dead in their tracks.
"What the hell is going on?"
There you go, the first chapter! Hope you like it. Please review and tell me what you think.
Much love, Laura
Shane McMahon sighs as he finishes signing another paper. He pushes himself back from the desk and places his hands behind his head. As he closes his eyes, there was a soft knock on the door of his office.
"What?" He asks, not opening his eyes.
"Shane, are you done?" A feminine voice questions.
"Yeah, come on Lizzie."
Shane hears the door open, so he slowly opens his eyes. In walks a tall woman. She has dark auburn hair with dark, mysterious eyes. She's wearing khaki pants with a black blouse. He smiles at the woman and motions for he to sit down.
"I can't. I have to get those papers to your dad, but afterwards why don't we grab something to eat?" Elizabeth suggests, taking the papers off of Shane's desk and putting them into a folder.
"Sounds good, thanks Lizzie. What would I do without you?" He jokes.
"Probably go insane, but that's just my opinion," she smirks, waving bye to him and heading out the door.
Shane chuckles and moves to the couch and lies down. He closes his eyes and thinks about the first time he met Liz.
*~* Flashback*~*
An 18-yr-old Shane McMahon turns the corner and sees a girl about his age being hassled by some of the guys in his class. He recognizes her, she has just moved here, and today was her first day of school. He watches as the guys knock her books out of her hands and kick them down the street. They were taunting her and they kept shoving the girl around. Shane could see tears streaming down her cheeks as he walks closer.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" Shane yells at the guys.
"What if we don't?" The blonde guy says turning to him.
"I'll kick the shit out of you! Now get the hell out of here!" Shane threatens crossing his arms across his chest.
"Whatever, come on guys, let's go," the same guy replies, as they walk away.
The girl bends down and starts to pick up her scattered belongings. Shane stoops down and helps her pick them up. She looks up at him and smiles weakly.
"Thanks," she says quietly.
"No problem. You're new here, right?" Shane asks, handing her the last of her books.
"Unfortunately yes. I moved here from Chicago, I'm Elizabeth Andrews."
"I'm Shane McMahon. Don't worry about those jerks, they always pick on people."
"They seemed kinda scared of you," Elizabeth states, as her and Shane start to walk down the street.
"We my father, Vince, is the owner of the WWF, that's why."
"I knew your name sounded familiar! I'm a big fan of wrestling."
"Really? That's cool. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't we grab a burger and get to know each other. My treat?" Shane offers.
"I'd like that."
And ever since then, they've been the best of friends.
*~* Present Day *~*
Shane wakes up to the sound of the door slamming and Liz cussing.
"What's wrong Lizzie?" Shane asks sleepily.
"Bischoff, that's what's wrong," she states angrily.
"What'd he do?" he demands.
"Tried to get me to come to his room the same old."
"That son of a bitch still doesn't get the hint does he?"
"Not really, but can we drop it please? Let's just go out to eat and we can forget about it, ok?"
"Alight, I'm starving!" Shane announces, rubbing his stomach.
"You're always hungry," Liz states, giggling.
"Hey, shut up!" Shane replies, as they head out the door.
They get into the rental and head downtown.
"Where do you want to go?" Liz asks as they begin to pass restaurants.
"Olive garden sounds good," Shane picks out.
She pulls into the parking lot and they get out. They get seated and order their drinks. Right in the middle of their conversation, Shane's cell rings.
"Hello? Oh Hi Marissa," Shane says.
Liz rolls her eyes at the name, Marissa, and she sighs.
"Yes, I know. Listen, I'm at lunch with Liz right now, so I can't talk. Marissa, not now, just drop it. Listen I gotta go. Yeah, whatever, bye."
Liz raises an eyebrow in question and Shane sighs.
"Don't start Lizzie."
"What'd she want this time?" Liz asks.
"The usual, bitching at me to come home. And before you say another thing, I know you were right about her," Shane explains.
"Changing the subject, what's on the schedule for this Monday? Rumor is your mom's going to be there. Is it true?" Liz asks, taking a bite of salad.
"I don't know at all. I'll call her today and ask. Oh! And don't forget about the charity ball next Friday, you'll need a date," Shane reminds Liz, watching her expression change.
"About that, I still haven't found a date, so I don't think I'm going to go," Liz softly says.
"Lizzie! You hafta go! Come on, can't you go with Ty?" Shane whines.
"Um, no, we kinda broke up, so I can't go," Liz replies, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.
"You're going and that's final!" Shane states.
Liz opens her mouth to object but Shane holds up a hand, silencing her. They eat their lunch and head back to the arena. Once there, Liz goes off on her own to find her good friend, Paul. She turns down a hall and bumps into a solid object. She falls down and when Liz looks up, she gasps.
"Glen! I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," Liz apologizes, standing up and brushing herself off.
"Yeah, whatever. Don't let it happen again," he snarls and walks away, leaving Liz shocked.
"What's his problem?" Liz asks herself.
"You're the problem, Grace," a gruff voice says behind her.
"Paul, how many times do I have to tell you, stop calling me Grace!" Liz states, turning around and placing her hands on her hips.
"You know you love it, Grace," Paul smirks, emphasizing Grace.
"God! Shut up!" Liz says, hitting him lightly on his shoulder.
"Ouch! That really hurt," Paul says, sarcastically, grabbing his shoulder, " so you wanna go grab a water with me?"
"Sure, let's go," Liz and Paul head down the hall.
"You going to the ball next Friday?" he asks.
"I don't know. I don't think I'll go," Liz answers, looking down.
"Aw come on! You gotta go! Shane'O will be mad if you don't," Paul whines, grabbing a water.
"But I don't have a date, that's the problem," Liz argues, grabbing a bottle of soda.
"So ask around, someone is bound not to have a date. I got an idea, lets go looking for a date right now!" Paul suggest happily, grabbing her arm and pulling her into one of the locker rooms. The guys in the room look up from what they're doing and stare at the two.
"Hey guys, how many of you are going to the ball next Friday?" Paul asks, watching some of them raise their hands, "do you guys have dates?"
The guys nod their head yes, and Liz sighs unhappily. As they turn, someone calls out to them.
"I don't have a date," a strong southern voice calls out.
Paul and Liz turn to see Shane Helms standing there.
"Shane! I thought you were going with Trish?" Liz asks.
"Nope, Trish said I was her backup date if Alex couldn't go, but Alex could, so I'm stuck without a date. So what do you say? Wanna go with a superhero?" Shane asks.
"I say I'm in! Thanks so much Shane, you're a lifesaver!" Liz squeals, giving him a big hug.
"Anytime Red," Shane says returning the hug.
"Why don't you call me later and we can talk about it, ok?" Liz suggests
"Sounds good, I'll give you a call."
"Thanks again Shane, you're an angel."
"Yeah I know," Shane smiles.
"See you later," Liz waves as her and Paul head back to Shane's office.
"See now you have a date, now you get to go!" Paul says happily, putting his arms around her and pulling her into him.
Paul starts to mess up her hair as she squeals for help. He finally lets her go and she turns to him and dumps her soda all over him.
"Oh, you're gonna die!" Paul says as soda drips off of him, "I'll give you to the count of 3- 1,2,3!"
Liz dashes down the hall and she hears Paul running after her. She reaches Shane's door and she bangs on it for him to open it. Shane opens the door and she dashes in and hides behind him as Paul comes barging into the room.
"Step aside Shane, it's between me and her," Paul says pointing to Liz.
"Sorry, but I don't want you injuring my assistant, I need her," Shane states.
He turns to Liz to see her stick out her tounge out at Paul.
"On the other hand, she deserves it," Shane grabs Liz's arms and pins them behind her back.
Liz squirms in his grasp as Paul slowly walks over to her. He starts to tickle her and Liz screams, and begs for them to stop. Finally, Paul stops and Shane lets go.
"I'll get you back Paul, don't worry," Liz vows while catching her breath.
"Ooooo, I'm shaking," Paul says sarcastically, waving bye and heading out the door.
Liz turns to Shane who's standing there with an innocent gin on his face.
"You're not getting off so easy," she says as she moves closer to him.
"It was just a little fun, come on Lizzie," Shane pleads.
Liz jumps on Shane, knocking him to the ground. She straddles his hips and starts to tickle his sides. He laughs uncontrollably and squirms to get away. Liz messes up his hair, but she doesn't notice Shane reaching for his water that he dropped. As he lifts the bottle above her head, a voice stops them dead in their tracks.
"What the hell is going on?"
There you go, the first chapter! Hope you like it. Please review and tell me what you think.
Much love, Laura