Disclaimer: Welcome all to my story. I would like to let you all know that I have tweaked time and everything to make my story happen. So I should say that none of this is real and I own no one but Laura. I would like you all to review to give me suggestions because I don't know where I will go with this story yet. Yes I know Paul and Stephanie are married, and Shawn and his wife but for the sake of my story, none of that happened.

So read on and I hope you like it!

Laura

Here I am again, trying to find the way to the friggen bathroom. You think in a place populated with tons of people, there would be signs. But no, they made people find it the hard way. So after 5 wrong turns, 3 bad directions, and 2 chances of leakage I finally found the washroom. As I came out I ran into someone, per usual. The usual, 'Oh I'm sorry' were exchanged and I was on my way to find the two men I was actually here to see.

Shocker, I was actually here for a purpose this time, well at least that's what they told me. I suppose before I go on I should tell you who the hell I am and where the hell I am.

Well my name is Laura Aiden Hickenbottom, and yes, the great Shawn Michaels was my father. Oh Joy. Now you're probably thinking 'hey what's she talking about, that's great to have him as a father.' Well newsflash, it's not all it's cracked up to be. You see my godfather, or more like my second father is Paul Levesque. I never met my mother, my dad told me she didn't want a family, and well I don't want her. So I grew up with two perfectly straight fathers. Lot's of testosterone. Now I didn't grow up learning how to catch a ball or how to dance, I learned how to do wrestling moves like Sweet Chin Music. Not your average lifestyle. Little did I know I was in training for my older years.

As of right now I'm going into my senior year at my local high school. I believe that this is the first school I stayed at for more that one year. Now not all of the different schools were because we were moving around. I got home schooled, and I also fought. My 'parents' taught me to stick up for myself and not let anyone walk over me. So I did just that, except I walked all over them, literally. I'll be going into my third year at this high school, and it has been heaven and hell. I've had my share of friends, boyfriends, crushes, and enemies. You see, when I first started there, people only wanted to be my friend because they knew my last name. Girls wanted to be my friend because they thought that my fathers were hot, and guys wanted to be close to me because they wanted a shot at the wrestling business. I've had a couple close friends and we are a pretty tight knit group now. I have my longest friend Kara, and my other close friends, Taylor and Michelle. We were the unstoppable foursome. I suppose you could say that we were among the popular crowd. We had the wildest parties, and the best times. Well I suppose you know enough of me for myself to continue the story.

So here I am, a 17 year old walking around the backstage of one of the random arenas. Trying to find my fathers to ask them why the hell they need me here. So as I read the directions my actual father gave me I decided to call my other father because I was getting pissed off and frustrated.

"Paul speaking…"

"Ok so my dad's directions make no sense and I think I've found more emergency exits then I've found dressing find me!"

"Why am I not surprised that you are lost?"

"Maybe because you know my father and his very awesome artistic skills. I'm by a 'Ric Flair's' dressing room."

After I made that last statement all I could hear was laughter. Looking down the hallway all I could see is Paul sticking out his head in the dressing room right beside Ric's.

"You tell none of this to my father!" I told him as I stuck my finger in his face. I suppose it would have been a pretty amusing sight. Seeing a barely 5'4" teenager stick her finger in the face of an over 6'0" wrestler. Paul just shook his head and held the door open for me.

I walked in and looked around the place. Not too shabby. A couple cubby spaces that reminded me of kindergarten, but I wouldn't dare tell my parents that. There were a couple of showers, one occupied, one not. So I figured my father was in the shower. I sat down on a couch that was near the back wall and flipped on the television. Flipping through the channels I finally landed on MTV and watched some Rob & Big. Got to admit, that Rob is a very hot man. I was pulled out of my trance by someone standing in front of the TV with nothing but a towel around his waist. I looked up to see my father.

"Hi daddy. As much as I love you, remember what I told you about interrupting my boy gawking moments. Especially in nothing but a towel."

"Nice to see you too sweetheart!" my dad replied to me and gave me a kiss on the head.

I looked around and then saw both of my fathers talking to one another and looking at me. So I decided to figure out why I was actually needed here tonight.

"So which one of you lovely fathers are going to tell me why you actually need me here. I was hurt to know that I was never actually needed here before."

"Well you know how Paul isn't supposed to make his debut for a while, and I'm still 'hurt'?" my father asked me and had a very odd look on his face.

"Yeah, and it has to do with me why?"

"Well Vince wants to spice things up. He wants Randy to get a reality check, so he wants you to come down the ramp tonight to our music and bitch Randy out because Randy is going to be bragging about being a legend killer. Also after that shindig you are supposed to wrestle him or something like that and then we are supposed to come down and help you with an early return." Paul told me and was preparing for me to bitch him out.

"You see, normally I would bitch you out as usual, but I will calmly act like an adult and say maybe. I will talk to Vince and see if I actually want to do it."

"Oh my god. Paul you are definitely asking her for things every time!" my dad shrieked and then hugged his wrestling buddy.

I carefully looked at my fathers and wondered, "I am really starting to think that you two are gay!"

"Hey he's the one who's hugging me!"

"Okay I guess your right. I suppose just Daddy is gay."

As myself and Paul burst out into laughter, my 'daddy' was desperately trying to figure out what I said. This really just made me and Paul laugh louder.

At that moment Vince decided to poke his head in the dressing room.

"So did your fathers tell you Laura?"

"Yeah, and I haven't made up my mind yet. I would like to talk to you and figure out all of the details before I make my final decision if that is okay?"

"Oh of course! Why don't you come to my office in let's say 10 minutes and we'll talk there."

"Alright I will be there sir."

"Okay then. See you all later!"

Both my fathers looked at me and gave me puppy eyes. Damn it! I can usually handle one of them giving me the eyes, but both? I was a goner!

"FINE! I'll do it! Only because if I do, I may be able to beat up Randy. And that will be fun!"

So I hope you all like the story. Let me know what you think. I will update soon if I get some reviews!!