***Author's Notes: This is a fan fiction that is based on an ongoing Role Play so there is no end. To write this we get into a private chat room and just go at it, tossing things back and forth. Therefore a lot of it goes from one paragraph being what she said and thought to the other paragraph being what he said and thought. I am warning you now of this so that you don't go into it thinking that it is all from one point of view and therefore 'smoother' in the end result. Read no further if you don't like a good role play or 'he said/she said' bantering.

Still reading? Okay... The beginning of the fan fic chapters are done in 'novel' form. But then we got so behind in getting the work up, that it later is done in a different form, so that we could get it up. I always seem to be behind on getting the stuff up, but am constantly writing. Right now I have close to 1,500 pages that have YET to be converted. It takes time as I write all the female parts and Liam writes all the male parts. It takes time because one of us has to take the two halves and merge them into the story for you to read.... That is the reason it can be awhile between new chapters. Though we write every day, we don't always find the time to merge them every day. I do try, though, to get some new stuff up when I can. Right now there is over 300 pages of this story done and up on my domain. To reach more readers I am changing the location of this fanfic to here. I hope that you enjoy this as much as we enjoyed writing it. And you can expect new stuff as often as one of us can get the time for both this one and the Lord of the Rings fan fic...***

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Now, on with the story.... Have fun!..........As The WWE Turns

Steve Austin growls and stalks down the hallway, heading back to his locker room. His head hurt but he wasn't noticing that. No all he could think about was how he got screwed over again by McMahon and his little pansy-assed accomplice, Booker T. He had the match won! He was going to end Jericho's little rein as champion and become what he should have been at Vengeance. The undisputed champion. He slams into the locker room, holding his head and cursing obscenities. He was so pissed off right then that he could literally see red. He paces back and forth in the room, not even bothering to get out of his ring gear yet.

"Mother fucking piece of shit! I'm gonna kill him!" He doesn't notice his wife, who always waited for him in the locker room during his matches, watching him, probably waiting for his temper to cool down before she intervened.

Debra kept watching as he paced back and forth, not ready yet to go to him, waiting. He was getting so touchy lately. But she couldn't blame him. After all, it was taxing to keep going from good to bad to good to bad to NUTS. She sighs and shakes her head. He needed a vacation, especially after this match, but she knew he wouldn't take it. He couldn't, he might loose popularity again. She frowns, then waiting till he stops, glad there aren't any camera in here, she walks over to him and wraps her arms around him from behind, not sure what to say, so she doesn't say anything.

Steve tenses as her arms go around him. Then he pulls away from her, turning around and looking at her, still looking quite angry, so he lashes out at her. "Don't do that! I could have hurt you." Although he would never actually hit her he had come close a few times. Sometimes he just had a hell of a time controlling his anger. And it didn't help that McMahon had decided he should act like an asshole towards Debra. And it also didn't help that he was starting to believe he was insane. Saying those what's all the time had first been annoying but now he just did them out of habit. He wasn't suppose to be doing but every time someone tried to talk back to him he'd just start saying what. He walks over to the bench in the room and sits down, starting to untie his boots and counting inside his head. Trying to calm down.

She frowns and not being one to stand-by, she lashes out at him. "Oh really? So are you going to start beating your wife now? Is that part of whatever storyline you have going on? Cause I am not sticking around to be your punching bag." She turns and storms to the door.

He moves quickly over to her and grabs her arm. "Debra wait." He can't help but frown, even though he hates showing weakness. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lash out at you like that. It's just," he lets out a frustrated sigh, "I hate this!! I had that fucking match won!! I am going to kill them both if I see them again! I swear it!"

She looks at him. "Steve, you need a vacation." She frowns, knowing that would go over like a lead balloon. "You need to get your title back, then go on a vacation," she adds quickly, hoping that will help.

"Did we forget that I just HAD a vacation? I was out for almost a year when I broke my neck. Remember? You were there. You should remember." He was saying remember too much. "I was out after we got married," sighs, "Debra I don't need a vacation. OK? Look. I'm just going to take a shower and get changed and then we can get out of here. OK?"

She turns away from him then. "FINE! Take your stupid shower so that we can just leave!" They had been fighting a lot lately and she was so tempted to just walk out on him. He treated her like the dumb blond everyone thought she was. But who was it that had managed all those wrestlers before him? SHE DID! She takes a seat, her back still to him.

He walks over to the bathroom in the room and stops at the doorway. He knew he wasn't treating her very well. He sighs, turns, and looks at her. "I could maybe ask for a week off..." He really didn't like fighting with her. He wanted them to be like how they were before when she had come to him after he had broke his neck. He missed how she had taken care of him, supported him. Now it was like they just couldn't be in a room together without fighting.

She doesn't move from her position, her arms across her chest, her legs crossed, one high heel dangling. "No, you are right. You need to wrestle. You don't need time off." She motions with her hand, still extremely upset. "Go, take your shower so you can get out of here." She missed those times too, but he seemed to only think about him and his career lately. His knees were shot, he was lucky to be walking because of his neck. But he still pushed his body to limits she couldn't believe. Then he pushed her to the same mental limits when he treated her like this. It was too much for her sometimes. Maybe it wasn't him that needed the vacation. Maybe it was she. She would broach the subject to him after his shower, after they left. She would go to the Bahamas or something. Far from the WWF, and him.

He sighs and shakes his head, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. He takes a quick shower and then comes out, walking over to where his stuff is and pulling out his clothes. He glances at her as he pulls on his jeans. She was still sitting like she had been when he had gone into the bathroom. He sighs and walks over, standing in front of her so she'll look at him.

"What do you want me to do?" he says it quietly, asking it purely to know what he could do to make her feel better.

She stands up and looks at him. "I don't want you to do anything, Steve. You do what you feel you need to do." She nods firmly. "I think though that maybe I should go away for awhile." She wasn't sure how he was going to take that. They hadn't been apart since they had gotten married. But she felt that maybe that was the only way to get the air they needed. Maybe then he wouldn't treat her like he did.

He frowns deeply as she says that. "No!!!!! You can't leave!!!" That had been one of his fears with her. That eventually she'd leave. "I love you, Debra! I swear whatever I did I'll make it right. Baby you can't leave!" This was a side of him not many saw, his vulnerable side, the side that came out when his fears took over. Never in the ring would it come out. Oh but that night when he had been driven down by Rikishi and was laying on the ground unable to feel anything, well damn-it he had even started crying. And he was close to that now.

That did it. She knew that she was the only one that ever saw any sign of real feeling from him and she could see that now in his eyes, hear it in his voice. She pulls away from his hold, only to wrap her arms around his neck and look softly up at him. "Okay, Steve. If you don't want me to go, I will stay here." She leans in and kisses him softly, trying to ease his fears.

He pulls back from the kiss and looks at her. "But you want to go," frowns. "Why? What did I do?" He just didn't understand what he had done that would make her want to leave him. She had never wanted to leave before. Hell she had stuck with him when he was going through rehab for his neck. That had to be tough.

She watches him and then takes a deep breath. "Love, the reason I was going to go is because I thought that maybe time away from each other would help." She shakes her head and looks down. "You have become," she looks back at him, "well you are mean to me, Steve. You treat me like some dumb blond. Then not too long ago you said I shouldn't hug you like that because you could have hit me." Once more shaking her head. "Maybe it is time to look at what we have and see if you still want it."

He sighs. "It has nothing to do with me not liking our relationship or not wanting it. Debra, I...you know how my temper is. I just didn't want to hurt you. When I get that way sometimes I just don't know what I am doing. Know what I mean? I love you. That's not going to change. So maybe I do need a vacation. I just hate being away from all this for long."

She watches him and nods. "Okay, Steve. I can buy that. I can on all points. You don't need the vacation but you do have to realize what all this is doing to us." She frowns softly. "I know you are upset about the match." She reaches up and caresses his cheek. "Baby, I know they aren't playing fair. So you have to just come back and get them at their own game." She wasn't going to go into how she hated how he abused his body now, they had had that fight before. "I love you too, Steve," nods. "I will stay here, I promise."

He finally smiles and nods, reaching up to take her hand and hold it. "Good. So now that that is settled how about we get out of here?"

Nodding, she moves away from him. "Yes, let's get out of here. I am sure you are hungry."

He walks over and grabs his long sleeve shirt. He pulls it on over his head and then turns to look at her as he tugs it down. "Let's get something to eat in. I don't feel like being crowded around at a restaurant."

She nods. "I rather spend time with you alone without having to worry about fans or putting up a front." Only he saw her wearing no makeup and jeans and a T-shirt, and she liked not having to put on that front at times.

He grabs his bag and nods, pulling on his baseball hat while walking over to her and taking her hand in his before he leaves the locker room with her. He heads out to the parking lot where his black truck was. He unlocks it and waits for her to slide in before he gets in as well and starts up his truck. "How about burgers and fries?"

She glances at him. "Well I was hoping more like pizza," grins.

He thinks about that a moment. "With lots of meat toppings?" He looks over at her and smiles. "And some cold ones to drink with the pizza?" His smile turning into a grin, he so loved his beer.

She sighs and shakes her head almost as if in defeat. "I suppose, yes on both." Then just to tease, she reaches out and pats his gut. "You know how you need another beer to add to the collection."

He rolls his eyes and smiles, shaking his head as he drives. "I am NOT fat! All that is muscle!"

"If you insist, Dear." She was only teasing him, but she had to try to lighten the mood from before. She looks out the window at the passing scenery and sighs.

Steve glances at her for a moment, then looks back at the road. Driving with one hand he reaches over and takes her hand. "I'm sorry about before. I just didn't want to hurt you. I have trouble controlling my temper sometimes."

She nods slightly. "Yeah, well. I don't really think that you would ever do that to me." She shrugs. "Maybe it is just me."

He squeezes her hand lightly, smiling softly. "I hope I never do."

She smiles softly at him. "So...what about a movie? Could rent one."

He smiles at her. "Sounds good to me. Anything but Rock's movie!" He starts driving down the street towards their home, rubbing the top of his head where the door to the steel cage had hit him.

"Hey! I thought he was pretty good in that," she says laughing, then grins really big, at having being caught watching it. She hadn't told him that she had finally broke down and watched it. "So, got a bump?," she tries to change the subject.

He groans and shakes his head, pulling into the driveway and pressing the button to open the garage door. He pulls into the garage and switches off the truck, turning to look at her. "Yeah well someday I'm gonna have my own movie too. You gonna watch it?"

She thinks about that. Then smiles at him and climbs down from the cab of the truck. Walking over to the door she unlocks it, walking in and through the kitchen, down the hall, tossing her dress jacket off and onto the back of the chair in their bedroom, she starts to get out of her outfit.

He gets out of the truck and closes the door, locking it up before he walks into the kitchen and over to the phone on the wall. He picks it up and hits speed dial 4. He waits a few seconds for someone to pick up at the pizza place and when someone finally does he orders a couple pizzas. He always did that, knowing that what wasn't eaten right away would be breakfast or lunch the next day. Once done with that he hangs up the phone and heads over to the freezer, pulling out an ice pack and using it on his head.

Finally getting undressed, she walks over to the closet and pulls out a T-shirt and shorts, slipping into then, she then heads into the bathroom and brushes her hair out, pulling it back into a pony tail before washing her face of all makeup. She then leaves the bathroom and heads to the living room, wondering where Steve went.

He walks out of the kitchen, holding the ice pack to his head with one hand and holding an open beer can with the other. He sees her just entering the living room and follows suit, walking in and over to the couch where he sits down and looks at her, smiling. "So what movie we going to watch?"

She looks at him. "Yes, I would go see it," finally answer his question from the truck. Then she goes over to their DVDs and starts to go through them. "Didn't bring anything for me?" meaning the beer, though she didn't drink that, she liked a little wine.

"Hey! I only got two hands. One for my head, and one for my beer," he says grinning then drinks some of his beer, watching her. "You ain't gonna pick one of your girlie movies are you?"

She purposefully picks out The Mexican, a semi romance, and pops it in. "Oh no, not me," said dully. She then leaves to room to get herself a glass of wine, returning in time to snag the remote from him. "Oh NO you don't!"

He pouts when she grabs the remote from him, looking over at her. "Awe but you picked a chick flick." He sets his beer down on the coffee table, then pulls off his shoes and puts his feet up, pulling the ice pack off his head. "Is there a bump there?"

She walks over, looks at it, and then takes a seat next to him. "Yes, a large one. Will make it so your hat doesn't fit anymore," she says in a deadpan voice, though she was teasing him. She clicks on the film.

He rolls his eyes and smiles. "Oh ha ha ha! You're such a comedian, Debra. So funny I busted a rib!" He smirks and points his half full beer can at her. "Careful! Or I'll get beer all over your precious furniture!"

She looks at him, still monotone, "Steve, if you get beer on my furniture, you will be spending the night cleaning every inch of it. I had one HELL of a time getting the beer out from that little party you threw."

"Hey! That time wasn't MY fault! Those guys just don't know how to use coasters." He grins and drinks some more of his beer, hearing the doorbell go off. "Pizza!!!!!!!" He jumps up, almost spilling his beer, and runs for the front door, stopping and yanking it open. He hands the kid standing there some money plus a nice tip and then takes the pizzas and closes the door, heading to the living room. "Ahhhhhhh all mine!" he smirks.

She groans. "STEVE! Those go in the kitchen! You get any pizza on my white carpet and you are in trouble!" She gets up, grabs the boxes and stalks out of the living room into the kitchen, setting down the pizzas she gets a plate and gets herself a nice big slice before returning to the living room.

He rolls his eyes and sighs deeply, mimicking her. "Get any pizza on my nice white carpet!" He smirks and follows her into the kitchen. "Well that is your fault for getting a white carpet put in there." He grabs a plate and gets himself some of the meatlovers pizza, taking a deep breath and smiling. "Ah! Perfect!"

She rolls her eyes at him. "Well it was supposed to be a LIVING room for ENTERTAINING, you have your family room. Not my fault you filled it with weights." Smirks and starts the movie.

He walks back into the living room and takes a seat on the couch again. He looks at her and smiles, rolling his eyes. "Well not my fault you won't let me add a room for all my gym stuff."

She shakes her head. "Actually, it is your fault because you wouldn't put that stuff in the garage because you had to have your truck in the garage. So you see, you had your shot," she smirks. "You want a gym, I want a bigger house."

He rolls his eyes again at her. "As if I am going to leave my kick ass truck out for the rain to get on or the snow! Yeah...right!" He grins and shakes his head, eating his slice of pizza.

She picks up his pizza, puts her feet into his lap and then lets go of his plate. "Yes, that is what I expect. That HOG needs be put out in the rain so you can put your thing in the garage," she says as she watches him. "Or get me a bigger house."

He looks at her and smiles, holding his plate with one hand and eating the pizza with the other. "Well...I suppose maybe a bigger house would be better. I ain't hurting for money anymore. And who knows. Might need more rooms in the future." He looks back at the TV, smiling, knowing how she had wanted to try for a child for a while now.

She looks over at him and wonders what he is getting at. "Oh yeah? I suppose we will need more rooms so that you can have your garage back."

He smiles and just continues to watching the movie, although he wasn't really into it. "Not what I meant, Baby."

She takes a sip of her wine, glancing at him. "What did you mean then, Steve?" she asks, curious.

He smiles and looks over at her. "As I said, just might need more rooms in the future." He then grins and points at the movie. "You're missing it."

She keeps looking at him. "Yes, I know that I am missing my movie. That is because you are now talking in code and in hints that I seem to ignorant to understand. I would therefore appreciate it highly if you would inform me as to what exactly it is that you are trying to get at."

He looks over at her and smiles. "All right. I've been thinking. You remember how you've wanted us to have kids? But I wasn't ready?" He waits for her to nod and then continues. "Well I think we should start trying."

She calmly puts her plate down on the end table, then straightens her glass on the same table. She then looks over at him slowly, calculatingly. "Would you please repeat that?" She takes the remote and turns off the movie. "I don't think that I heard you right."

He grins and does as she did, setting his plate and beer down on the coffee table in front of him. Then he turns to her and repeats what he said. "I think we should start trying for a kid."

She watches him for a few minutes, her eyes searching his thoroughly before she launches herself at him, laying against him, her arms around his neck as she smiles at him. "You aren't joking, you really really mean it?"

He can't help but laugh as she pretty much jumps him. Then he smiles and nods, his arms going around her. "Now you know me, Debra. Would I have even brought it up if I didn't mean it? So no more pills for you. Sound good?"

She nods and takes a deep breath. "Okay, no more pills for me... If you are sure that is." Her eyes search his to make sure he is serious.

He smiles and nods. "Of course I am serious, Baby. Once again, I wouldn't have brought it up if I wasn't." He gives her a kiss and then grins. "Now go get me another beer!" Snickers, knowing how she hated when he treated her like that. But still he couldn't help teasing her.

She looks at him, still slightly in shock and shakes her head. "Oh no, if you want to have another beer, then you can get your lazy ass up and get it. I am not your waitress." She kisses him again and pulls away from him. Taking her seat again, she starts to eat, reaching out and getting the remote and flipping the movie back on. She waits a few minutes, takes a sip of wine and then looks at him. "So... when do you want to get started?"

He gets up after she moves off his lap and leaves the room, returning with another beer and another piece of pizza. He sits back down and looks at her. "How about tonight?"

She thinks about that and then nods, taking another bite of the pizza. "Sure, we can do that. I don't see why not. I mean," she says still not looking at him. "If your knees aren't hurting too much or something."

He grins and finishes off his first piece of pizza before working on the next one. "That ever stopped me before? My knees aren't that bad." He looks at the movie again and soon gets that zoning out look on his face. He did that sometimes when he was watching something that bored him.

Glancing over at him, she shakes her head. "Steve…" she taps his shoulder. "Steve..." she rolls her eyes, then gets up and walks over to stand in front of him, blocking the TV. "Steve, are you even paying attention?" She hated it when he would zone out like that. It drove her nuts. Because he was zoning her out too.

He blinks a few times before finally snapping out of it and looking up at her. "What?" Sees the look on her face. "Oh sorry. Zoned out again didn't I." He smiles up at her. "The movie done?"

She rolls her eyes at him and groans. "Yes, you were zoning out again. No, the movie is NOT done. But I am." She turns and walks from the room, stopping only long enough to grab her glass of wine and her empty plate. She heads out of the living room and into the kitchen, setting the plate on the counter, she pours herself another glass of wine and leaves the kitchen. Moments later she is in their bedroom and she is sitting back on the bed, her feet crossed at the ankles, her wine in one hand and the book she had started the other day in the other, starting to read.

He watches her for a moment, wondering if she is mad at him. He knew how she sometimes didn't like it when he zoned out. But he just couldn't help it. He watches her leave the room and just sits there for a moment before finally getting up and cleaning up his mess. Even though at times he may act like a slob he wasn't always that way. He did know how to clean up after himself. He finishes taking his mess into the kitchen and then goes to the bedroom, knowing she is in there. He walks inside and looks at her. "You're not mad at me are you?"

She looks up as he walks in and then looks back at her book. "Why would I be mad at you?" She takes a sip of her wine. "Is there a reason I should be mad at you?" She honestly was only slightly annoyed, but she knew that if she flat out told him that she was, he would think she was just being a woman or something. So she liked to make him think if he did anything wrong or not.

He walks over to the bed, sighing deeply, hating when she made him think. "Is it cause of what happened in the living room? Cause of me zoning out. Look, you know sometimes I can't help that." He sits down and puts his hand on her knee, giving her his most pitiful look. "I'm really really sorry."

She nods. "Yes, that is it." Then she looks at him. "You know, that look doesn't work anymore, right? I mean you know that." Though it did and she can't help but smile at him and shake her head. "When you do that, makes me wonder if it is my company or what."

He smiles at her, then goes serious. "Well it's not you. I just can't help it sometimes. Although, sometimes I do do it on purpose. Like when I had to hug Vince." He shivers. "I hated that story line. Anyway, and before you say it, no, tonight I didn't zone out on purpose. I don't know why it happened. Maybe the bump on my head did it." He shrugs and then takes her hand, smiling again. "You know I love you right?" He didn't say it much but when he did he really meant it.

She squeezes his hand and smiles and nods. "Yes, I know you love me." She leans in closer and kisses him softly. "And I think you need to go to the doctor and have that checked out. One too many hits to the head might have damaged you somehow. It isn't good, you are zoning out too much."

He shakes his head. "Nah. I don't need a head doctor." He grins. "I ain't crazy yet!" He then leans close to her. "So...you going to read all night or do something with me?" He then kisses her lightly and tugs on her hand so she'll lay down on the bed with him.

She sets down her book and lays back on the bed with him, reaching out to caress his cheek softly. "I didn't mean that kind of doctor and you know it. I mean like have a CAT scan or something done of your head. Something to check out what is going on." She smiles tenderly. "Do you have something more interesting for me to do rather then read," she asks, raising a brow and grinning at him.

He smiles and lays on his side beside her, running his hand under her shirt and rubbing his hand against her stomach. "I don't need a catscan, Debra. But if you think it might tell us something then okay. But you get to book the appointment for me. As for your other question," he grins, "yes I do. I think you and I should get started on our family. How about you?"

She nods gently. "Then I will make the appointment." She moves in to kiss him softly. "Hmmmmm yeah, maybe we should start on that family." She grins seductively at him, her eyes half closed as she leans down and kisses his neck tenderly, whispering against it, "seeing you have finally agreed to it. Don't want you to change your mind."

He smiles and wraps an arm around her, holding her close while using his free hand to explore the skin under her clothing. "Now why would I change my mind? Seeing as I figured if I got you pregnant you wouldn't mind that I hadn't gotten you a Christmas present yet." He grins, knowing how she was going to react to that one, although he actually had gotten her a present.

She looks at him in shock and smacks his arm playfully. "You had better get me one or else you won't be getting yours. I will take it back to the store." She nods firmly. "I still have the receipt," she says smirking.

He quiets her with a kiss, his hands moving over her body, slowly tempting to her to forget what she was talking about.


It is sometime later that he sighs happily and holds her while they drift slowly to sleep. But just before he is asleep something pops into his head and he opens his eyes and looks at her. "Debra?" He waits for her to acknowledge him. "I did get you a present." Yawns and stretches a bit before settling back down to sleep, saying one last thing. "What'd you get me?"

She sits up fast. "You did?" She pushes against his chest. "Wake up, Steve. What did you get me?" She grins. "Where is it?" Leaning down she kisses his neck. "Tell me and I will make you breakfast in bed."

He keeps his eyes closed, not saying anything for a moment. When he feels her lay back down beside him he grins and finally speaks. "How much you willing to make me for breakfast?"

She thinks about that. "Hmmmmmmm well maybe I could just wait. Isn't Christmas like 3 days away. So I suppose that I will just wait and make you make me breakfast," she says smirking.

He grins and nods, rolling onto his side and yawning. "OK. McDonalds it is." He snickers and tugs the blankets away from her more.

"Hey!" she tugs them back, letting him lay there without hardly any covers. "McDonalds is NOT breakfast. You have to cook me REAL food.

He grins and grabs the blankets, tugging them back over himself. "McDonalds is so food! Them hashbrowns are potatoes! And...and...oh...the bagels are bread! So see. Some of it is food! But since you want ME to cook you something...how about steak and eggs?"

She pulls the blanket back over her. "Would you please stop that? I am COLD." She rolls her eyes. "And fine, that sounds like a good breakfast. Better then fast food."

He tugs the blankets back, smiling. "Yeah well I'm cold too! And it will be a good breakfast." He grins at her. "Mmmmmmmm...." then licks his lips. "Eggs cooked in steak grease. Yummy!" He snickers.

She tugs all the blankets back, making a face* That is just GROSS, Steve! You are NOT cooking my eggs like that.

He grins and rolls his eyes. "OK OK! I'll make your eggs the good way." He moves right up against her and puts his arms around her, pretending to shiver. "Baby, I'm cold!" then adds, "Did you get me a new truck for Christmas?"

She sighs and rolls over, putting the blanket around him as well, curling up against his chest. "I am not telling you what I got you. You will just have to wait like a good boy."