TITLE: Introducing Miss McMahon

AUTHOR: Kelly Rowe

DISCLAIMER: The WWE and all characters belong to the almighty Vince McMahon and the WWE. I only own Samantha and any others I make up.

RATING: PG-13.

SUMMARY: Samantha isn't your conventional McMahon, that's in all probability why none of the others take her seriously. Will her quest to join the family business prove just how much of McMahon is really is?

SPOILERS: General Raw and PPV ones.

PAIRING/S: Samantha/Jeff, Stephanie/Kurt, Shane/Marissa, Vince/Linda, Lita/Matt.

CONTENT: Light swearing.

CATEGORY: Alternate Universe. Character's POV. Romance/Drama/Action.

DISTRIBUTION: You want you can have it; just tell me where you put it.

Every other single person in my immediate family works for the almighty WWE, so why can't I? In fact my family doesn't just work there, we own it. Yeah, that's right I'm a McMahon. I know it's not exactly something to be proud of these days - well, any day - but I am who I am. By the way incase you might be wondering which McMahon I am, I'm Samantha - the youngest of Vince and Linda's brood and as far as I'm concerned, the only *normal* one. After all I've never attempted to put daddy out of business or married a guy who has a personal relationship with a sledge hammer. I am utterly normal. Which is probably why I am being denied my chance to enter the family business.

I guess I should start at the beginning of this heinous tragedy - this twisted tale of woe. By the way I don't mean I'm traveling back to the Jurassic to when mom and daddy first met. Actually this tale began just a few short months ago - even though it seems *so* much longer - on my return from Harvard after graduation.

It was a dark and stormy night (okay, it wasn't but I have always wanted to say that) and since it was my first night home, daddy had commanded the presence of my freaksome siblings for a family dinner. Boy were we a motley crew gathered around mom's latest acquisition, an antique oak dining table. There were daddy and mom all gussied up, Stephanie in her Smackdown power suit (and totally spending every second on her cell phone), followed of course by Shane and Marissa who had gone for the casual look. Then there was me and I do have to admit my choice of attire was extremely unpopular, I was wearing a 'WHAT?!' t-shirt. Look I know I'm a McMahon and all, but even I have to admit that Stone Cold Steve Austin and that phrase were totally cool.

Anyway all through dinner the usual was talked about - which naturally was which superstars were pissing daddy off this week - and my choice of attire was naturally ignored. However when dinner was almost over when daddy asked me the dreaded question. What was I going to do now I had finished college?

Like I actually had a clue. Okay, I might have had some fantasy about wearing my old bathrobe, sitting on my couch all day, watching soaps and stuffing my face full of rocky road ice-cream - however I was realistic enough to know that will *never* happen. The truth was I hadn't really thought about my future, I'd just figured I'd go into the family business - like Shane and Stephanie.

However when I inform my ever loving and supportive family of this, they laugh at me. And it wasn't some sort of pleasant familial chuckle, it was gut-wrenching, pee your pants laughter. If I'd ever actually needed a reminder of how much of a joke I am to them - well this was it. I truly began to realize that I am a no one in a family of abnormal show people and if they manage to get their way, I'll never be anything more.

That's when I decided that no matter what any of them said and/or did, I wasn't going to let any of them stand in my way. I was going to get what I wanted and what I wanted was quite simple. I wanted to be a regular old abnormal McMahon - I wanted to be in the WWE.

A week later I was ready to concede defeat. I had tried *so* hard to get onto Raw (knowing that with Stephanie as general manager of Smackdown, I'd never even get past the door), but nothing had worked. Even Eric Bischoff had laughed at me, which is probably why I felt the need to retaliate and naturally brought up the kiss he had shared with my big sister. And then maybe I sort of accidentally implied that he wouldn't hire me not because he was afraid of what daddy might do, but that Stephanie would cut him off from whatever he was getting.

That was probably also why Bischoff had called security and had me thrown out of the arena. Not that the sidewalk was uncomfortable, I mean I'd been sitting on it for over an hour and my butt had only *just* gone numb. I was just contemplating my next move - which would undoubtedly be me running home with my tail between my legs - when a shadow fell across me.

"That's one thing I never expected to see," a familiar voice says. "A McMahon in the gutter."

I look up at Jeff Hardy, my first love and the reason why haven't seriously dated anyone else since we broke up. I guess it's not his fault that every time I meet someone I spend the entire date comparing the guy to him, or that the guy never gets a second date because he just can't measure up to the image my mind and heart have latched onto.

"I'm not in the gutter, I'm on the sidewalk - I'm at least three inches from the damn gutter."

Until I laid eyes on him again I hadn't realized just how much I had missed him. Not that he probably ever thought about me, as both a person and a McMahon I am rather forgettable.

Jeff held out his hand to me and I grasped it tightly. Suddenly I found myself hauled to my feet and swept up in a quick, friendly hug.

"What are you doing here? You haven't been to an event since you got into Harvard," he asks me curiously.

Actually that was the exact same time we broke up, he wanted to wrestle and I wanted to go to college. He said if we continued to be together, then we'd just be holding each other back. I never did figure out if he was just tired of me or if daddy finally got to him? Maybe I'm wrong and he told me the real reason - whatever it was, it hurt like hell and I hadn't been back to an event since.

"It's a long story," is all I say.

"Well... why don't you come inside and tell me over a cup of coffee," Jeff suggested.

"I can't," I say shaking my head, "I'm sort of banned from the arena."

Jeff looks at me strangely, "What did you do now?"

I was suddenly feeling extremely sheepish, I didn't want to tell Jeff what I had said to Bischoff - it would just make me seem just too much like a real McMahon in his eyes.

"Just something I must have said," I say to him, trying to stop myself from blushing furiously and failed.

Jeff smiled, "Okay, then we'll just get one from across the street."

I took his arm and we strolled across the street and sat down in the tiny cafe. After we ordered and the waitress walked away, I noticed Jeff was staring at me.

"Okay... What do you wanna know?"

"Why you're here for a start," Jeff launched right in.

"I wanna work for the WWE," I say lamely.

Jeff just looked at me as though I had grown a second head, this one lime green and more hideous than my regular appearance.

"Why didn't you just ask your dad?"

That of course was the million dollar - or in my case, billion dollar - question.

"I did," was all I could say.

"So?" Jeff pushed, just as I had known that he would.

I lowered my head in embarrassment. I was about to reveal - to my first love - no less that I was the McMahon family joke. Would he ever be able to take me seriously again?

"He laughed... they all laughed," I finally confessed around the painful lump that had suddenly formed in my throat. "I bared my feelings about working for the WWE and they treated it like a big joke. They treated me like a joke."

Jeff put his hand over mine in a gesture of comfort and I felt that old electricity shoot through my body. Of course I had to shrug it off, it's not like it could ever go anywhere. The same old reasons, plus a new one, were still there. The new one was of course Jeff's girlfriend - Stephanie had relished telling me exactly what Matt had told her.

"Sorry," Jeff told me. "I can't imagine what that would be like."

"Of course you can't," I reply. "That's because your family is perfectly normal and not a freak show."

"True."

I get up, deciding not to wait for the coffee. Unfortunately Jeff grabs my hand and I can't help but stand there staring at him, wondering what he wants.

"I know how you can get in."

"I've tried everything Jeff. I even begged Hunter for a chance, but he just accused me of wanting to spy for Stephanie. As if I would help her out. It's no use, I can't get in."

Jeff shook his head, "There is one option you haven't tried."

"What's that?"

Jeff smiled and looked into my eyes, "You could work for me."

"What?" I almost yell, luckily lowering my voice at the last second. Sinking down into the seat, I simply stare at him. Did he even realize just what he would be getting himself into?

"Come on, Sammie," Jeff says. "It'll get you into the company and as an added bonus, not only do you get to give your father a heart attack - you get to hang out with me."

"I don't know Jeff," I reply nervously. "I mean - what could I possibly do for you?"

"I'll figure something out," Jeff promised. "Come on, it'll be just like old times."

Sure it would, without the kissing and... well, the sex. Could I possibly do it? Could I be around Jeff and not want to toss him down on the ground and jump his bones?

I look over and see the helpful, earnest look on Jeff's face and my heart just melts into a puddle once more.

"Okay, you've got yourself a McMahon."

The End