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Needful IX: This Just In...
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 "Hey, dad - got a minute?"

 Vince McMahon looked up from behind a stack of paperwork and a
Steve Austin action figure to see his son hanging on his doorway.  "You
know better then to ask me that," he said with a small smile.  "But, okay -
come in and make it quick."

 Nodding, Shane walked in and dropped a file on his father's desk,
"WWF.com needs a bigger budget for the new Millennium, but the Y2K thing is
fixed...on our end anyway.  Droz has made a full recovery and is making
noises about wanting to get back into action by this week's RAW, I ate
your chicken ceaser salad, four cameras were stolen out of the equipment
room, and I'm dating Steve Austin."  Shane tossed a wave over his shoulder
as he headed out the door, "Later, pops!"

 "HOLD IT!"

 A noticeable hesitation, and Shane turned, his expression pinched.
"Yeah, dad?"

 Glasses removed and a put off expression on Vince's face, he stared
at his son with a frown.  "You ate my lunch?"

 "I was hungry."

 "You're rich, go to the cafeteria!"

 Shane pouted and dropped into the chair in front of Vince's desk,
"But they don't have chicken ceaser salad in the cafeteria, and it's not
as if you'd eat it anyway.  You always leave it in the office fridge
until it either grows mold or all the sauce gets totally frozen onto the
lettuce leaves and chicken and has to be chiseled away with a hammer and
spike!  It's totally gross, and a waste of money and if _you_ aren't going
to eat it, why can't I at least enjoy - "

 "Shane." Vince watched fondly as his son stopped mid-babble to
look up from his tensely folded hands, eyes wide and apprehensive.

 "Yeah, dad?"

 "Tell me about Austin," he said calmly.

 "I thought you were upset about your lunch," Shane said, fumbling
for an out.

 Vince raised an eyebrow, "You and I both know I don't give a damn
about that, I just said it to keep you from walking outta here.  Now
spill...how long have you been seeing Steve Austin of all people?"

 "It was just one date," Shane offered meekly.  "A bar, it was fun."

 "You know how I feel about you kids dating wrestlers," he said
patiently.  "Come on, Shane.  Stephanie...I expect this sort of thing from
her.  She doesn't really know better, she's doesn't know what you know.
But you do know better, and to be dating _him_ of all people..."

 Shane sighed, "I know, dad, I know.  It just sorta happened."  He
toyed with the fabric of his pants.  "I'm sorry if you're disappointed."

 Rounding his desk and sitting on the edge, Vince reached out to
grasp his son's shoulder tightly, "Never.  I will never be disappointed
in you.  Well...maybe if you decide to blow-up Titan Towers or something,
then I might be a tad bit ticked.  But...no, actually - not even then.
I'm glad you felt you could tell me, er - as ... rushed as it was."  Vince
smiled, but it was concerned.  "I am a little worried though, Shane.
After how things went with Hunter..."

 If you only knew the half of it, Shane thought, but outwardly he
merely smiled.  "Dad, trust me...that thing with Hunter...it won't happen
again.  He was a special case."

 "And Ryan Shamrock?  Big brother tried to snap your ankle and she
ran out of the WWF in tears," Vince shook his head and sighed.  "Shane,
dating talent..."

 "I know, I know," Shane bit his lip.  "I'll back out of if I sense
it getting bad, or too serious.  I - I don't want history to repeat itself
anymore then you do, dad.  Trust me?"

 Another sigh and Vince stood, "Always.  I just don't want to see, in
your words, 'history repeat' itself either.  Now get out of my office.  Dot
com has enough of a budget, good job on the Y2K problem, I don't care HOW
much noise Droz makes he's not in action until I get the okay from his
doctors, don't ever eat my lunch again, check with security about the
cameras, and if Steve Austin even gets it into his beer swilling hand to
hurt my little boy he will suffer consequences he didn't even dream were
possible."

 Shane shook his head in awe, "How do you _do_ that?"

 "Skill.  See you later."

 "Bye pops," Shane smiled brightly, "Thanks."





 All leather and knee high boots, Chyna lounged on the couch like a
dominatrix after a long day.  Hunter couldn't help but think that all she
needed was a riding crop in her hand and a come-hither look to top off the
perfect image.

 "You've been pacing for fifteen minutes, why don't you just come
over here and sit next to me?" Chyna smiled and patted the spot on the couch
next to her.  "I promise not to bite."  Now all she needed was the riding
crop.

 "Sure, that's what you said the last time," Hunter said, ignoring her
request as he continued to round the room in quick, furious strides.  "Did
you _see_ what that punk did to me out there?"

 Looking bored, Chyna studied her nails, "Who, Test?"

 "No, not _Test_, fucking _SHANE_.  He..he..."

 "He got in the way of your arm as you grabbed him and threw him into
a set of steel chairs?"  One immaculate eyebrow rose, and Chyna yawned,
found
herself on the end of a vicious glare.  "Not the way you go about winning
back the old beau, _dear_."

 Hunter looked away, stopped pacing but stood tensely with his hands
on hips, "Who said anything about wanting to be with that little twit
again?"
he muttered.  "I'm glad he's outta my life."

 An undainty snort and Chyna uncrossed her legs, "Bullshit.  You want
him back so bad, you can taste it.  Well, I got news for you sweetheart,
throwing the boy into furniture and basically calling him a slut on live
television is not the way to go about it.  You're just lucky that the camera
didn't pick it up, although I'm sure the people within ear-shot got to know
a little bit more about the two of you then you would of liked."

 "Like I give a crap what those losers think," Hunter crossed his arms,
a frown creasing his face.  "Besides, for me and Shane...it was always about
sex.  It's not as if was anything more then that."

 Chyna rolled her eyes, "Sure, you tell yourself that if you need to
feel better, Hunter.  But if it really had been 'just sex' you wouldn't be
so hung up on it now, and you wouldn't of reacted the way you did."

 Crossing the room to the couch in three, wide steps, Hunter grabbed
the Ninth Wonder of the World by the shoulders and hauled her to the feet,
shook her roughly as he spoke, his fingers digging into her arms.  "Don't
talk to me that way, bitch!  You fucking think you know _shit_?!  Don't
fucking patronize me!"

 Squirming in his tight grasp, Chyna smiled slowly, and leaned in
close, "Is this how you treated _him_, love of my life?  Rough, hard...
no wonder he left.  Not everybody is into the kind of stuff we're into,
Hunter."  She moved her leg up so that her thigh brushed purposefully over
his hardening cock, let her smile widen at his short grunt.  "Maybe little
boy Shane decided he wanted a new playmate."

 His grip tightened, and despite herself Chyna grimaced slightly in
pain but made no move to break the hold.  Hunter possessed her lips in a
rough kiss before pulling back slightly, "If that's true, whoever the
unlucky bastard is will have to go through me first."

 "Oooh, _jealousy_.  That's sure to win him over.  Nothing like a
big caveman type thumping his stick and claiming ownership to make anybody
want to just flop onto their backs," Chyna leaned in and nipped at Hunter's
motionless mouth.  "What next?  Grabbing him by the hair and dragging him
back to your dressing room?"

 "And I suppose you have a better idea."

 Finally wrenching out of his hands, Chyna daintily took off her
leather gloves and reached around to unstrap the leather halter top she
wore, let it fall to the floor.  She still loved the reaction she got from
him when she did it; that look of pure, raw, lust.

 "Sure do," she said simply, moving forward again so that her arms
were wrapped around his neck and tangled in his hair.  "But my advise is
gonna cost you.  And I don't take cash, I believe in the barter system."

 Hunter couldn't help a small smile, and he held her close, loving
the way her breasts felt against his bare chest.  "You realize you talk
like a cheap porn-video."  He leaned in and nuzzled her neck, loving the
way she smelt and felt, and how she fit so perfectly in his arms.  "Why
the hell am I chasing Shane again?"

 "'Cause we agreed that we're both too pig-headed to make a real
relationship work.  We'd end up killing each other before our first
wedding anniversary."

 "But I love you."

 Chyna looked up at him, and stroked his face with her hand, his
eyes glowed with her smile.  "Then why are you so hung up on another
man?"

 Closing his eyes, Hunter sighed and shook his head, "I don't know."

 A soft kiss, and as lips met and parted, Hunter felt himself harden
at her soft moan and languid caresses.  "I love you too, babe," she told
him.  "But let's not kid ourselves...it's not that kind of love."

 A short pause and Hunter let his forehead rest against hers, "When
did you become so enlightened?"

 "Around the same time I realized it's a bad idea to wear these
leather chaps without underwear."  She stepped back and gave him a short
tug towards the bedroom.  "Come on."

 He followed, and for a moment forgot all about the name Shane McMahon.