Chapter Two:
"Elizabeth!" someone shook the sleeping girl in the bed.
"What?" Elizabeth grumpily replied.
"Someone's here for you."
"Tell them…I'm dead."
"I can't do that, just get your ass up." Elizabeth groaned and sat up in the bed. Her brown hair was messy and in a bun, her blue eyes shinned and her face was round. The girl stood up and yawned. She stood at 5'11".
"Get clean, Elizabeth."
"Who's here first, Mary?"
"Some people for you."
"If they are truly here for me they won't care how I look. I'm going like this." Elizabeth was in her Tweety PJ bottoms with a white muscle shirt. She was wearing a black bra which showed.
"Go wear something presentable, then."
"Nope." Elizabeth smiled as she began to walk downstairs. The house where she was in was a group home and it was really dirty and messy. Elizabeth didn't care though, she liked it this way. This was the home she knew and where she always wanted to be. Even though she knew it wasn't possible.
As she went downstairs she went into the lounge where they always sent people who were here to meet the kids. Elizabeth just figured it was her social worker like always. It was about 8 in the morning and she knew nobody was up at this time because they weren't supposed to get waken up until 8:30.
Elizabeth looked around the room, sitting on a couch was three people she didn't recognize. She stared at them…they looked so…clean. She scrunched up her nose.
"Elizabeth, these are the McMahons."
"Okay, that's nice, babe. Who's here to talk to me?"
"They are…" Mary replied.
"No seriously." Elizabeth turned back to look at them with disgust. "They're so…clean."
"We can hear you, you know?"
"Don't care. Who are you people?" Elizabeth rudely replied.
"This is my mom, Linda and my brother Shane. And I." she paused looking Elizabeth up and down. "I'm Stephanie McMahon-Levesques."
"That explains so much. You're a rich bitch, I bet. Don't know why you people wanna talk to me…you're wasting my time. Just say what you need to say and leave." Elizabeth folded her arms and blinked.
"You're my sister. My father is your father and well…you are going to be General Manager at my dad's company."
"Don't you mean our daddy?" Elizabeth replied in a baby voice, laughing. "I don't believe that mess for a minute. It's a lie."
"It's the truth." Shane spoke.
"It's retarded."
"It is…the truth, Elizabeth. You are Elizabeth McMahon."
Elizabeth was silent. She looked at them wide eyed. Were they serious? Ha, she couldn't believe that mess. Could she? Was she really a McMahon. This sucked, she was sure that they were kidding two minutes ago. Yet, why would they waste their time talking to her if it wasn't truth?
"Okay, so I'm Elizabeth McMahon…parents are….?"
"Vince McMahon, our father….and your whore mother is dead."
"Stephanie!" Linda screamed at her daughter.
"You know what? I don't want any part of this. Are you telling me that your dad had an affair with a woman who's 'posed to be my mother?"
"Yes."
"Well don't take that shit out on me because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. Gah, just get out of here." Elizabeth turned.
"Look, I'm sorry. Please, just…come work and for two months only! If you do…we'll buy you a house and…do anything you want us to." Stephanie blurted out again.
Shane looked at her like crazy. The WWE meant so much to them and if they had to do anything Elizabeth asked them to do just so they can get it in the will than so be it.
Elizabeth turned. "What will I be doing?"
"For two months….you will be the General Manger of RAW."
"RAW?"
"Wrestling. WWE."
"Wrestling…?"
"Professional wrestling."
"Not interested."
"You get to travel. Everything's paid for. You get spending money, new wardrobe….SHOPPING!" Stephanie exclaimed with fake happiness. Why was it hard for them to get the girl to be GM for two months? Anyone would kill for the opportunity.
"Okay…." Elizabeth replied. "Fine, but I get to run it how I want to."
"Okay, whatever." Stephanie rolled her eyes.