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@thebigmac-shane-blog
// If you're following me, that means you've role played with me, would like to, or you think I'm really Shane and to that I say...no. I'm not. BUT, I do have good news. I took a break from independent role playing for awhile. Way too long if you ask me and a lot has changed but I'm back! If you'd like a starter from Shane, like this and I'll see what I can do. I'm looking forward to getting back to the swing of things and dive into my passion for pro wrestling and Shane McMahon.
“You alright? That was a hell of a fall.”
"I've had better days..but it was worth it. No regrets." Shane began coughing uncontrollably and winced in pain. "I'm just getting a lil old for this shit."
Replies in the morning. My brain is fried.
“I’m most definitely up for it. Bend over that table so I can take you in this office.”
“Of course, baby!” Ziv said as, she bent over the desk, lifted up her dress, and pulled off her, skimpy panties for him.
Shane hopped off the table and smirked, "Someone was ready for me." He removed his cock from his ring gear and thrusted his thick member into her asshole.
@thebigmac-shane {text-silver spoon} beers?
{Text-King crazy} We could definitely use em’, eh? Sure. Let me get my stuff.
{text-silver spoon} yeah. I’ll be in my locker room.
Shane walked, well, limped all the way toward his locker room. With his gym bag in one hand, he knocked on the door.
Jon opened the door with his bag on his shoulder. “Hey there, Trust Fund,” he grinned. “You put on a hell of a show.”
Shane shrugged, "I did what I could. Wasn't enough of though. I could say the same about you. Man, you really gave the beast hell. You ready to go, Scrappy Doo?"
“And did you win the match? No. You did all of this for nothing. I’m not mad, just concerned about you.” The blonde looked at him as she started to head to the trainer’s room with him. “I did enjoy the match. I’d enjoy it more if I didn’t get sick because of the pregnancy.”
Shane frowned as the doctors told him to lie on the table and winced as he took his shirt off. He spoke to her as he obeyed her orders, “I had to prove something out there, Haven. I had to show my old man that I can take his company anytime I feel like it.”
Haven took his hand and looked at him. “You didn’t have to prove anything. Did you hear the fans cheer for you when you came back in Detroit? They went crazy for you! You shouldn’t have to prove anything, to your father, to me, to your kids, to the fans, to anyone.” She ran her free hand through his hair to comfort him.
“I just wanted to make you proud…both of you..” He whispered looking in her eyes then rubbed her belly gently. “I wanted our child and the boys to see that no matter what, if you want something, you gotta give it all you got.. I feel like a failure.”
“You make me proud love. You made us both proud. You didn’t fail us at all. You worked so hard for this. I couldn’t be more proud of you babe.” Haven leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I love you and our child loves you. I’m sure your sons are worried about you. I’m sure they wanna see you and make sure you’re ok.” Haven said softly.
Shane nodded, "Probably. How about you head back to the hotel and I'll meet you there? I want you to spend the night in my arms. How's that sound?"
“How about I shove this cock into that ass of yours?” He rubbed her ass gently massaging it.
“I lahv’ ze’ sound of zat’. I just wanna make sure, you up for it, daddy?” Ziv asked with a smirk,
"I'm most definitely up for it. Bend over that table so I can take you in this office."
@thebigmac-shane {text-silver spoon} beers?
{Text-King crazy} We could definitely use em’, eh? Sure. Let me get my stuff.
{text-silver spoon} yeah. I’ll be in my locker room.
Shane walked, well, limped all the way toward his locker room. With his gym bag in one hand, he knocked on the door.
“Mm I like the sound of that..” He kissed her back deepening the kiss between them.
She closed her eyes and, kissed him deeply as, she rubbed his chest softly.
"How about I shove this cock into that ass of yours?" He rubbed her ass gently massaging it.
“And did you win the match? No. You did all of this for nothing. I’m not mad, just concerned about you.” The blonde looked at him as she started to head to the trainer’s room with him. “I did enjoy the match. I’d enjoy it more if I didn’t get sick because of the pregnancy.”
Shane frowned as the doctors told him to lie on the table and winced as he took his shirt off. He spoke to her as he obeyed her orders, “I had to prove something out there, Haven. I had to show my old man that I can take his company anytime I feel like it.”
Haven took his hand and looked at him. “You didn’t have to prove anything. Did you hear the fans cheer for you when you came back in Detroit? They went crazy for you! You shouldn’t have to prove anything, to your father, to me, to your kids, to the fans, to anyone.” She ran her free hand through his hair to comfort him.
"I just wanted to make you proud...both of you.." He whispered looking in her eyes then rubbed her belly gently. "I wanted our child and the boys to see that no matter what, if you want something, you gotta give it all you got.. I feel like a failure."
Shane rubbed her back gently as he kissed her back, “I love you.”
“I lahv’ you too, baby! I’ll be here for you all week baby. Mommy gonna nurse you back to health, I promise.” She rubbed his head gently.
"Mm I like the sound of that.." He kissed her back deepening the kiss between them.
HI I’M SHANE MCMAHON AND WELCOME TO JACKASS
OHHHHH MY GODDDDDD
God it sucks if you're a McMahon tonight...
“And did you win the match? No. You did all of this for nothing. I’m not mad, just concerned about you.” The blonde looked at him as she started to head to the trainer’s room with him. “I did enjoy the match. I’d enjoy it more if I didn’t get sick because of the pregnancy.”
Shane frowned as the doctors told him to lie on the table and winced as he took his shirt off. He spoke to her as he obeyed her orders, "I had to prove something out there, Haven. I had to show my old man that I can take his company anytime I feel like it."
@thebigmac-shane {text-silver spoon} beers?
{Text-King crazy} We could definitely use em', eh? Sure. Let me get my stuff.
“Why wouldn’t-hold on,” He looked at the doctors and used his McMahon power to let her in. After bickering back and forth, they finally opened the door for Sana to be let in and showed themselves out. He smiled at her, “Come here, beautiful.”
She ran in frantically and, put hands on him gently. “Oh, my baby! You so hurt! Mommy gonna take veddy’ good care of you.” She spoke worried as, she kissed his lips.
Shane rubbed her back gently as he kissed her back, "I love you."
@behindthesceneshaven
Shane hopped off the stretcher in the trainers room after doctors protest against it. He held onto his ribs and stormed off as quick as he could with a limp. Only one thing came across his mind and that was to find Haven. He felt she was worried and he wanted her to know that he was okay.
He smirked once he did and winced as he said, “Hey, baby..”
Haven had been sick, literally, watching Shane’s match. She knew he was gonna go crazy in the match, but she didn’t expect him to jump off the top of the 20 foot cage. Once she settled herself, the blonde went in search for her boyfriend, worried when she saw him. “Shane! You had be worried sick, literally. Are you okay? Are you hurt? You’re holding your ribs, how bad is it?” Haven asked as she placed a hand over his.
Shane shook his head, “It’s fine, honey. Really. I’m fine..you didn’t have to worry, I’m okay now.” He whispered.
“’Didn’t have to worry’? Of course I had to worry. You’re my boyfriend who I love very much and who’s the father of my child, of course I’m going to worry. You could have killed yourself out there.” Haven said softly as she looked at him. “You could have killed yourself, leaving your three boys without a father and without our child knowing his or her father.” She held onto him. “Let’s get you to the trainers. They can manage without me.”
"Haven..I had to do whatever it took to win and..fuck," He mumbled as he held onto her. "It's really not that serious..did you at least enjoy the match?"
