title: To Hell
With You
author: Tempest
email: tempest@thatbitch.com
disclaimer: I don't own any characters or
persona recognizable from the WWFE. They are own by Vince McMahon
and themselves. I'm using them solely for entertainment purposes
only. I don't own Hell Wit Ya, either. It is owned by P!NK. I
make no money off this. No copyright infringment intended.
author's notes: Inspired by an article I read in
which Joanie (Chyna) said Paul (Triple H) fell out love with her
and in love with Stephanie McMahon. The article's kind of old,
but whilst I was listening to P!NK an idea came to me.
song: Hell Wit Ya by P!NK - Can't Take Me Home
* * * * *
//What is this?
I heard you got a new miss.
We just broke up so you know that I'm pissed
They say you're faithful, I don't believe that shhhh...
Oh no, oh no//
The words had came as some what of
a shock to her. He told her he was leaving her he had fallen in
love with someone else. How do you tell someone you've fallen out
of love with them after all these years? It hadn't surprised her
as much as she cared to admit. She knew they were growing
distant, but she didn't suspect that he had fallen in love with
someone else. Her heart ached as she thought about that moment
forever imprinted in her mind. Even after all these months, she
still felt the metaphorical knife that went through her heart as
he confirmed her worst fears.
Who was this other woman? She
demanded to know. It was none other than Stephanie McMahon. She
should have known, they were spending so much time together
lately. But he had assured her it was because of their storyline
together and not because he was interested in her. That's what
she got for ever trusting the likes of Stephanie 'My Daddy Says
I'm A Princess' McMahon. She had lost the man she believed to be
her soulmate to a spoiled brat. She immediately felt bad about
thinking those thoughts. Stephanie was her friend.
Why was she feeling bad? Stephanie
had betrayed their friendship not vice versa. She hadn't cried
she just simply pretended it wasn't happening like she had so
many other things in her life.
//Oh I tried to act like I
didn't care
But it doesn't seem fair you're so good to her
And I tried to pretend I didn't see all those things that you do,
you couldn't do for me//
She didn't let Stephanie know
right off hand that she knew about what was going on. She went to
work the next day like nothing happened. When Stephanie spoke to
her at the refreshment, she was overly civil trying not to betray
her real feelings. When Stephanie walked away, she realized that
she had dug her fingernails into the skin of her palms almost
drawing blood. If Stephanie had noticed, she didn't say anything.
Joanie fixed herself a cup of water and walked back to the locker
room to locate her bag. She felt a migraine coming on.
She couldn't believe how Stephanie
acted like nothing was going on, but then again, what made this
different from any other day? Stephanie didn't know that she knew
about her affair with Paul. She wasn't going to tell her she knew
either. She would let Paul do the honors. She wasn't completely
blaming Stephanie for this situation. It takes two to cheat. If
Paul knew that she wasn't what he wanted, why didn't he just tell
her. It still would have hurt, but she wouldn't be feeling this
sense of betrayal. Paul could sometimes be a big coward. He was
nothing like his character. He was more timid, and he wasn't a
big fan of confrontation.
She knew that Paul had told
Stephanie about their breakup. Stephanie watched her with hawk
eyes. She guessed that Stephanie thought she was going to lose
her cool. She was too much of a lady for that. Over the next
couple of weeks, Stephanie and Paul were more open about their
relationship. She led Paul around like a lovesick puppy. He was
always doing things for Stephanie that he had never done for her
like pulling out chairs and opening up doors. It was enough to
make her sick. She still hadn't talked to Stephanie since that
day at the refreshment table. Their time would come.
//I was in love wit ya
But the hell wit ya cuz you didn't wanna treat me right
I was in love wit ya
But the hell wit ya cuz you didn't wanna treat me right//
That time came sooner than she had
expected. Joanie had been in the locker room getting ready to go.
Everyone was gone except her and Jackie. Jackie picked up her bag
and headed towards Joanie.
"Joanie, want me to wait for
you?" Jackie had asked before she left.
"No, doll. You go ahead, but
thanks for asking.
Shortly after Jackie left,
Stephanie entered. Joanie was still packing her thing neatly
away. She had heard the door open, but she had thought it was one
of the girls coming back to get something they had left.
"Joanie, I've been looking
for you." Stephanie said quietly. "We need to
talk."
If she had know it was Stephanie
walking through the door, she would have tried to make herself
scarce. So, Princess Stephanie had been looking for her? She
thought they needed to talk. What else was there left to say
besides Stephanie had stolen her man?
//Now ya got another girl in
your life, givin her love all day and night
I was in love wit ya
But the hell wit ya cuz you didn't wanna treat me right//
"Talk, I'm all ears."
Joanie replied never turning to face Stephanie.
"I wanted to say, I'm sorry.
I never meant to fall in love with Paul."
"You never meant to fall in
love with him, huh? How many times have we heard that one
before."
"Joanie -"
"No, Steph, you don't have to
explain anything to me." Joanie said turning to face
Stephanie.
"Yes, I do. I don't want out
friendship to end over Paul."
"Stephanie, I trusted you.
How am I ever suppose to trust you again?" Joanie said
snidely.
"It will never happen
again."
"How am I suppose to know
that? It happened it once, surely it can happen twice. I think
it'd be best if we just let this thing smooth over."
"That would be a good
idea."
"It's obvious that you and
Paul were made for one another." Joanie added before walking
out the dressing room.
//So I hear, I've met the
wench before
(yeah I remember that time we went to Pizza Hut and you told me
she was your cousin)
I hear you learned to open doors
(so when did you become such a damn gentleman)//
That had been all there was left
to say at the moment. She didn't want to get into a verbal fight
with the boss's daughter. She had been proud of herself; she had
remained calm during their little 'chat'. A billion different
things were running in her mind. She thought about telling
Stephanie how much of a slut she really thought she was. She had
held held back, though. She made Stephanie think that things had
a chance of getting better, but Joanie could hold a grudge. It
could be months, even years before she and Stephanie gained
aquaintance status again.
The women she worked with had
commented on how they thought she was handling this whole thing
well. They had all lost a considerable amount of respect for
Stephanie, or so they said. Every one of them nodded their head
in agreement when Jackie said she would have ripped Stephanie's
head off. Joanie knew that's what Stephanie and Paul would have
liked to happen. They could have used that as an excuse to
justify their cheating. They could have blamed her for having a
bad temper. Most importantly, if she had lost her temper, they
would feel safer. She was being too calm. It scared them.
//Oh I tried to act like I
didn't care
But it doesn't seem fair you're so good to her
And I tried to pretend I didn't see all those things that you do,
you couldn't do for me//
To hell with Paul Levesque. She
had been sitting there blaming Stephanie all that time. Most of
her ill thoughts were aimed at Stephanie. She hadn't really had
time to be seriously pissed at Paul. They had spoken to each
other here and there, but mostly she had focused on Stephanie.
Paul was a master manipulator. That was the only thing he and his
character, Triple H, had in common. Paul could've been the one to
proposition Stephanie. He was dirty like that. She thought back
over the years how he had hurt her through other women.
There had been various women in
the past ranging from girls who wanted to make a break in the
business (Who never did. They ended up being another of Paul's
statistics) to women he just picked up in bars. She had even
caught him one time with a ringrat in his hotel room. The girl
had crouched in fear as Joanie threw a hotel lamp at at Paul's
head. She missed by mere inches. The girl had screamed and
quickly pulled her clothes on. The wrath of Joanie was
unspeakable. Paul was blabbering about how sorry he was.
"That's right rat, scurry off
back into your filthy hole." She had said to the terrified
girl.
The girl quickly left leaving only
Joanie and Paul. His apologies were endless. He was always so
sorry, but not sorry enough to quit. He had a bottomless barrel
of excuses. The guys had pressured him to do it; it was stress.
//I was in love wit ya
But the hell wit ya cuz you didn't wanna treat me right
I was in love wit ya
But the hell wit ya cuz you didn't wanna treat me right//
It hurt. She finally admitted that
to herself. It hurt to see the man she loved all these years
leave her. Sometimes she would lay in bed at night wishing he was
there. She had put so much tears, pain, and time into the
relationship. How could he just give it all up? He had promised
to marry her. But just like his sorries, his promises were empty.
she should've known. She had no one to blame but herself. She
didn't know why she hadn't seen it. Maybe she had seen it and
subconciously had chose to ignore it.
Stephanie would soon see how much
of a rat Paul was. When he got tired, he's start treating her the
way she had been treated. Or would he? His whole demeamor had
changed since he got with Stephanie.
//Now ya got another girl in
your life, givin her love all day and night
I was in love wit ya
But the hell wit ya cuz
you didn't wanna treat me right//
That's right to hell with Paul.
She didn't need him to keep her happy, and soon Stephanie would
see how much it took to keep Paul happy. She could make it
without Paul in her world. She had been doing fine before him,
why not after him? She walked out of the dressing room. She had a
match against Lisa. She walked out in just enough time to catch
Paul and Stephanie exchanging a kiss. She groaned. Why did it
have to hurt so bad? Why couldn't she just bounce back like he
had. It was obvious she was jealous, but didn't she have a right
to be. How could she still be jealous? She passed the couple
without acknowledging the two.
She swallowed the anger that
threatened to spill over. Didn't they have any consideration?
They were all over each other like two 16 year olds. She tried to
put it out of her mind. She was going out to do what she did best
- be Chyna. Nothing else mattered.
//What does she do to you
To make you give her everything like you never did for me
Call it jealousy, but it's killin me
Cuz all the time that you were mine, you didn't treat me right
No no, no you didn't treat me right, no no no//
