Almost two weeks later, Scott and Lisa were in Orlando for the taping and recording the demo. Things went great during the taping. It was the next day at the recording studio that went to hell. Scott and Christian along with the technician were in the room while Lisa was in the booth singing. A knock on the door got them to look at who was entering. It was none other than Shane McMahon. Shane and Christian gave a guy hug while Scott looked on in somewhat of shock.

"I was in town and heard Christian was here so I thought I'd drop by and see him Scott. What are you doing here?"

Scott just pointed at Lisa.

"That's Rogue."

"No, that's Lisa. My fiancé."

"Still."

"Listen to her Shane."

He listened to Lisa for a minute and a smirk appeared on his face.

"You mean to tell me Dale wouldn't let her use his studio?"

"If she was recording for Dale, he'd have no problem with it."

"OK, I'm having a twilight zone moment here!"

Scott turned and looked at Lisa and smiled.

"You're not the only one baby."

"Not that I mind the company, just a bit surprised."

"You wanna come be social a minute?"

"As long as precautions are taken."

Shane looked at Scott with a questionable look on his face.

"You can't touch her."

"Okay."

Lisa got into the room and immediately Shane stuck out his hand.

"McMahon I told you that you can't touch her."

"I just want to shake her hand Jesus Scott."

"Mr. McMahon, I don't mean to be rude, but no man is allowed to touch me in any shape form or fashion other than Scott. It's not him being possessive; it's a choice of mine that I'd hope you respect. It's a social phobia I have."

"Definitely understood. You sound great in there. Just surprised you'd be singing rock."

"Girls can rock too. I sing everything. I already have two songs on two big time records thank you very much."

"Oh really?"

"I have a song that was recorded by Ludacris and Mary J. Blige, as well as one that will be on the Spiderman 3 soundtrack. I'm working with Christian to see if we can't convince Mr. Scantlin to record this one."

"Girl he'd cringe if he heard you calling him Mr."

"Well I don't know him like you do Christian, so I will stick to Mr."

"So how in the world did you two meet?"

"Songwriting seminar for Spiderman 3."

"You record anything?"

"Demos. That's what I'm doing here today."

"May I hear what you're working on?"

"Sure if Christian doesn't care."

"I have no problem with it."

By the time she had finished Shane's jaw was on the floor.

"You mean to tell me you can do that and you only do demos?"

"Hey, I'm a busy girl!"

"McMahon, she's not kidding. She goes to school full time with a double major of communications and social work, then she does commentary for TNA, when invited she'll attend writing seminars, she records demos usually when she's here in Orlando, and keep in mind she's almost 5 months pregnant."

"Holy shit. You remind me of dad. Stretching yourself way too thin."

"The last time I checked, I didn't ask you what you thought of my schedule. I just told you I was busy."

"She has a temper."

"I can see that. I seriously want to check and see if we can use that song for one of our PPV's though."

"May not be possible. I'll have to check with the legal and see if it would cause a conflict of interest due to the fact it's for your company and I work for the competitor. Even if it's for something outside the company."

"It will be their song though."

"You'll be paying not only Doug and Christian, but you'll be paying me too. It legally belongs to the three of us. As much as I would love for these guys to get that kind of opportunity, I am not losing my job for you."

"You must really like your job."

"A commentator is what I've wanted to be since I was 11 years old. I never thought I would due to my social phobia, however it was made possible and I plan on continuing to keep doing it as long as possible."

"What about after the baby?"

"Uh six weeks maternity leave? Then I will go back if I am still welcome. If not I have plenty of things I can fill my time with. I have a contract and believe me they would have to pay me to get rid of me. I made sure of that."

"She's sharp."

"As a tack."

"You're how old?"

"Twenty. I feel like thirty. Especially with the kid."

Suddenly Lisa's phone rang. It was Ericka.

"Excuse me a second."

She opened the phone.

"Girl, what are you doing calling me? You know I'm recording today.

"I was hoping to catch you during a break or something."

"You have, what's up?"

"The radio station sent something here to you."

"OK, open it."

"Dear Lisa. This was sent here to you. This is the only address I have to forward things. Hope all is well with you. Take care. John."

"Okay. See what it is."

"It's a letter from your mother."

"Do I even want to know?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"What?"

"She's letting you know who your father is."

"Why wouldn't I believe you?"

"Because of who it is. There's pictures to confirm it."

"Spit it out!"

"It's Vince McMahon."

"You're right, I'm not believing you."

"Sweetie, it's a picture of you, your mom and him at the hospital. It has to be right after you were born. He has scrubs but you can tell who that man is anywhere."

"Well, you're not going to believe who's standing in front of me then."

"Who?"

"My half-brother."

Everyone in the room got questionable looks on their faces. She turned to face Scott and pointed at Shane.

"You're shitting me."

"No he's confused as hell right now too. He hasn't a clue I'm talking about him. Fuck! Wasn't planning on driving to Ft. Myers today."

"We'll take care of it baby. You do what you need to do."

She mouthed the words "thank you" to Scott.

"I'll be there when I get done here."

"Okay."

With that she closed her phone.

"Lisa, you're finished here if you have something to take care of. All I have to do is finalize your master."

"Thanks Rick."

She turned to Shane.

"When this gets done, you and I need to talk."

Shane just nodded. They all walked outside and across the street to the park.

"The phone call I just got was from my sister. She's not my blood sister, but my sister nonetheless. She knew not to call me today unless it was important. A letter came from the radio station I used to work at in Ft. Myers. A letter was sent to me there and the only address they have for me is my old one where my sisters and nephew live. What was sent to me was a letter from my mother. Besides once back in April I haven't seen her since I was 9 years old. She tried to get back into my life and I wouldn't let her because she hadn't changed. Well this letter gave me information I wanted to know but never would have found out unless she told me; the identity of my father. My mother knew I wouldn't take her word for it so she enclosed pictures to validate it. Turns out, I have a half-brother and half-sister, you and Stephanie."

"Dad and his damned affairs…"

"I'm about as much in shock as you are right now believe me."

"Oh I completely understand. Do I dare ask what the picture's of?"

"Me, mother and your dad right after I was born in the hospital. Your dad's in scrubs and everything."

Shane ran his hands through his hair and pulled out his cell phone.

"What's her name?"

"Connie Myers. I have the same last name she does. His name was never put on the birth certificate."

"Where were you born?"

"Miami."

Shane dialed a number and waited for an answer.

"Hello?"

"Connie Myers."

"What about her?"

"You remember her?"

"Yes I do son, what is it?"

"Miami…"

He looked over at Lisa and she knew what he wanted to know.

"1987."

"Miami, 1987, Connie Myers. What do you remember?"

"Tell me what's going on!"

"No you answer me first. I deserve that damn much right now."

"Alright! Connie Myers, Miami, 1987 was down there pretty regularly getting shows together and what not."

"Anything else I need to know?"

"Who told you about Connie?"

"Vince…"

"Who told you about her?"

"Your daughter."

"Stephanie knows?"

"Wrong one."

Vince went silent for a minute.

"Oh God. Lisa."

"Lisa."

"How does she know?"

"Her mother happened to fill her in along with a picture so she would believe the truth."

"Why wouldn't she believe her mother?"

"Besides back in April, Lisa hasn't seen or talked to Connie since she was 9."

"What the hell?"

Shane put the phone on speaker.

"She's listening Dad."

"Lisa…"

"You left me with a coke head."

"She started using again?"

"Oh yea. It got so bad I had to run away from hell when I was 9 years old. I lived out on the street for two years."

"Lisa…"

"You know, I always have said I would at least like to know who my father was and if he ever knew about me. Now that I know, I could almost say I was better off not knowing."

"Can I at least come meet you somewhere and talk with you? It wasn't supposed to be like this…"

"No the last time I checked, fathers are supposed to take care and responsibility for their children like my baby's father will mine once it's born. Not leave them in the hell I was raised in the first 9 years of my life! You want to come meet me? Ft. Myers, FL, Page Field. I'll be in Ft. Myers until tomorrow. If you leave now, you'll just meet me there."

"Where are you?"

"I'm in Orlando, but I would like to get a hold of the letter my mother sent to me which is at my old address in Ft. Myers."