**Turn on those Speakers!!**

"What the *fuck* are you doing here you sweater wearing Judases?" Shane McMahon made no effort to lower his voice or to control his temper as he confronted his former childhood friends. "Get the hell out!"

Rodney, Pete Gas and Joey, all looking appropriately chagrined seemed to falter somewhat at the heir apparent's anger, but made no effort to leave. "We're just worried about Stephanie, dude," Joey said, voice apologetic. "We came to make sure she was all right."

"You're worried about my sister? The *slut*? Well, fuck you Abbs, no one here gives a *shit*. You're lucky you're all in a hospital full of doctors 'cause I'm about ready to kick your ass." Shane felt his face flush with anger, betrayal and an old hurt as he watched his former friends stand in front of him. He didn't need this now, not when Stephanie had just been bonked by a flying garbage can.

"Look, Shane - we took care of the Bulldog for you bro," Pete said, stepping forward and offering a tentative smile. "Showed him the business Mean Street Style!"

Shane frowned slightly, felt his anger abating despite himself, "Why'd you do that?"

"We felt bad," Joey said. He shared a look with the others, "*I* felt bad, 'cause I guess I kinda started it. Look, Shane-O, no way should we of let some chick get between us, man. We're sorry. Sorry 'bout what I said about Steph and how we punked out on you. Can we be buddies again?"

Taken somewhat by surprise by his friend's sincerity, Shane paused for a moment and bit off another angry retort. He snuck a glance at the closed door of his sister's room, finally shook his head. "Guys, I'm not the one who's wedding you tried to break up, or called a slut. I *know* what pricks you can be. You don't owe me an apology." Shane crossed his arms across his chest and gave his best dogged stare. "You owe Steph an apology. Not to mention some serious butt-kissing."

The three posse members nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, we'll do it."

"You got it, Shane, anything!"

"We'll do it right now, flowers? Stephanie likes flowers right? I'll go get her some flowers."

But when they moved towards her room, Shane made a face and stepped in their path, "Whoa, whoa. No, not now. She doesn't need to be mobbed in there - besides, Vince is in there and he's not as good about this sort of thing as I am. No, you'll make it up to her, but not now." An evil smile slowly stretched his face, and Shane gave each of his friends a steady glare. They shifted uncomfortably.

"Uh, Shane? I don't like that look, man," Rodney stuttered.

"Yeah, we said we were sorry," Pete added, somewhat desperately.

"Not good enough, you owe her, big time. And I guess I do too," he admitted thoughtfully. "And what better a time then to do so then on her big day. I think a little bit of public humiliation is in order, don't you, gentlemen?"

Feeling an tickling, dread-like feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, Joey swallowed, "Er, what do you have in mind, Shane?"

"Keeping in mind that we *are* sincerely sorry," Rodney quickly added.

"Remember New Year's? 1989? We all got drunk at the big McMahon Mansion party and...well..." Shane sighed, "...it made Stephanie laugh, right? We were shown the tapes for years to come? Are still teased about it today? I think it is time for a repeat performance, posse."

Three identical looks of horror appeared on their faces, followed by mindless head shaking.

"No way."

"Fuck that!"

"I'm not *that* sorry."

Shane's face steeled. "Fine. Then our friendship really is over." He turned his back on them to hide his smile, he knew he'd already won.

Joey's resigned sigh was like music to his ears. Rod's and Pete's soft whimpers just the icing on the cake. "Okay, okay," Joey pouted, "Shane. Fine, you son of a bitch, we'll do it."

"Great," Shane smiled brightly, and hugged Joey as hard as he could, stopped himself before he broke some ribs, and pulled back. "I missed you bastards. And Joe - for calling Stephanie a slut...you have to be the biker. Silver studded leather vest and all."

***The Big Day***

The crowd had loved the wedding, as sappy as it was, and had popped the balloons that fell from the sky like eager children when the ceremony was over. Stephanie spent the whole time beaming at her husband who, much to Shane's amusement, seemed to be holding back tears.

Backstage, the Posse was glaring down anyone who dared to laugh, while Shane took the whole thing in with great amusement.

"I can't believe you aren't humiliated by this," Pete complained to his friend. "You were just as mortified as us that year when we first did this!"

Shane shrugged, "Since then I've been humiliated enough to know that this kind of humiliation ain't *that* bad," his grin made his whole face change as he adjusted his construction hat. He walked over and gave Rodney's Indian head piece the same treatment. "Okay boys, get ready to pay penance."

The crowd seemed to go silent as sudden, and unexpected music filled the stadium, but as the curtain parted and four people emerged, it erupted into fits of laughter. Over it all, Shane could hear Stephanie roaring in joy and practically saw the tears he knew would be streaming down her face.

The Posse started to sing:

"Young Man, there's no need to feel down

I said young man, pick yourself off the ground

I said young man, cause you're in a new town

There's no need to be unhappy."

They clapped their hands and gyrated as they walked down the ramp in single form, dancing and singing as loud as they could.

"Young Man, there's a place you can go

I said young man, when your short on your dough

You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find

Many ways to have a good time."

The fans cheered and hooted as Shane swung his hips causing the tool belt to sway wildly; Joey Abbs, fighting a blush behind a large, black, handle bar mustache synchronized his moves with the others, almost without thought.

When the chorus hit, just about the whole audience joined in:

"It's Fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-Aa

They have everything for young men to enjoy

You can hang out with all the boys

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-Aa

You can get yourself clean

You can have a good meal

You can do whatever you feel!"

The Posse/Village People got into the ring to finish the song and from start to finish the whole audience seemed to be having a great time, but especially Stephanie who was staring at her brother with a mixture of love and adoration.

When the song ended, she jumped into his arms and kissed him madly on the cheek. "Shane, you're something else!"

He winked, "All for you, babe. Do me a favor though? Don't tell 'em I would of forgiven them even if they hadn't pulled this stunt."

**end

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