*** Disclaimer: Are these REALLY important? I mean, I could see it if I was actually making money off the creations of my imagination, but this is quid pro quo. Anyways...all I own is the storyline of the fic, but not the wrestlers or anything good like that.
*** This one is tied into current WWF storylines and it isn't evident now but it's primarily about how Stephanie and Hunter's relationship fares after her acquisition of ECW. PG-13 rating should do the trick, because I am a little free with the curse words. Enjoy! (and review.) ***
"I've got it under control," Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley said into her cell phone. "Stop worrying."
"You're my wife," Hunter Hearst Helmsley answered, "I think worrying about you is included in the vows."
"You may be right," Stephanie laughed. "I'm doing this for both of us."
"I know Steph," Hunter sighed. "But in my experience, it's bad business to mess with Vince McMahon."
"What about when you married me?" Stephanie asked. "You were messing with him and then you ended up being the most dominant man in the Federation."
"Right alongside the most dominant female," Hunter laughed.
"That's right," Stephanie said, her tone sounding very satisfied.
"Just be careful," Hunter said. "And..."
"What?" Stephanie asked impatiently. Booker T was about to defend the WCW title against Chris Jericho and she really wanted to watch.
"I'll talk to you about it on Wednesday," Hunter said.
"You sure?" Stephanie asked, hearing the obvious concern in her husband's voice.
"Just be careful," Hunter said.
"Of course sweetie," Stephanie purred.
"I love you," Hunter said.
"Wait!" Stephanie exclaimed. "How was therapy today?"
"It was good," Hunter said. "It almost doesn't hurt to lift weights."
"I thought it wasn't supposed to hurt at all," Stephanie said.
"It's not supposed to hurt to walk or swim," Hunter said. "The doctor said I should feel a little pain when I life weights."
"Okay," Stephanie said uncertainly. "Take a little of your own advice, be careful."
"Yes mother," Hunter answered sarcastically.
"That's my boy," Stephanie giggled. "I love you."
"I love you too," Hunter said, leaning back in his armchair.
"I'll see you in two days," Stephanie said.
"You bet," Hunter replied.
Stephanie hung up her cell phone and slid it into her purse. She leaned back in the couch. The monitor in her room showed Shane walking to the ring with Booker T. She had heard the concern in Hunter's voice. She wondered what he was thinking. He seemed to have a sixth sense about things. He could anticipate what other people would do.
A warm smile lit up Stephanie's face as she thought about her husband. Paul Heyman looked at her, a strange look on his face.
"What?" Stephanie asked.
"I was looking at the footage between you and Jericho again," Paul answered. "Why did he just come up to you like that? Especially with Booker T standing right there."
Stephanie barely hid her grin. "Jericho and I are old foes. I mean the man had enough balls to kiss me in front of millions of people. I think maybe he wanted Booker to challenge him too."
"I don't know," Heyman replied. "It seems like you deliberately provoked him."
"Of course I did," Stephanie said, keeping one eye on the match. "I always do. It's more fun to mess with Jericho when he's pissed off. And the fans love it."
"Like you care about the fans," Heyman replied.
"The fans are what matter most," Stephanie said. "There's no business without the fans Paul."
"I guess so," Heyman replied.
"I know so," Stephanie said. Stephanie finished watching the match. Shane just barely prevented Jericho winning. But it almost happened.
"Perfect," Stephanie whispered, a satisfied smile on her lips. Heyman couldn't help but feel that something was up.
*** This one is tied into current WWF storylines and it isn't evident now but it's primarily about how Stephanie and Hunter's relationship fares after her acquisition of ECW. PG-13 rating should do the trick, because I am a little free with the curse words. Enjoy! (and review.) ***
"I've got it under control," Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley said into her cell phone. "Stop worrying."
"You're my wife," Hunter Hearst Helmsley answered, "I think worrying about you is included in the vows."
"You may be right," Stephanie laughed. "I'm doing this for both of us."
"I know Steph," Hunter sighed. "But in my experience, it's bad business to mess with Vince McMahon."
"What about when you married me?" Stephanie asked. "You were messing with him and then you ended up being the most dominant man in the Federation."
"Right alongside the most dominant female," Hunter laughed.
"That's right," Stephanie said, her tone sounding very satisfied.
"Just be careful," Hunter said. "And..."
"What?" Stephanie asked impatiently. Booker T was about to defend the WCW title against Chris Jericho and she really wanted to watch.
"I'll talk to you about it on Wednesday," Hunter said.
"You sure?" Stephanie asked, hearing the obvious concern in her husband's voice.
"Just be careful," Hunter said.
"Of course sweetie," Stephanie purred.
"I love you," Hunter said.
"Wait!" Stephanie exclaimed. "How was therapy today?"
"It was good," Hunter said. "It almost doesn't hurt to lift weights."
"I thought it wasn't supposed to hurt at all," Stephanie said.
"It's not supposed to hurt to walk or swim," Hunter said. "The doctor said I should feel a little pain when I life weights."
"Okay," Stephanie said uncertainly. "Take a little of your own advice, be careful."
"Yes mother," Hunter answered sarcastically.
"That's my boy," Stephanie giggled. "I love you."
"I love you too," Hunter said, leaning back in his armchair.
"I'll see you in two days," Stephanie said.
"You bet," Hunter replied.
Stephanie hung up her cell phone and slid it into her purse. She leaned back in the couch. The monitor in her room showed Shane walking to the ring with Booker T. She had heard the concern in Hunter's voice. She wondered what he was thinking. He seemed to have a sixth sense about things. He could anticipate what other people would do.
A warm smile lit up Stephanie's face as she thought about her husband. Paul Heyman looked at her, a strange look on his face.
"What?" Stephanie asked.
"I was looking at the footage between you and Jericho again," Paul answered. "Why did he just come up to you like that? Especially with Booker T standing right there."
Stephanie barely hid her grin. "Jericho and I are old foes. I mean the man had enough balls to kiss me in front of millions of people. I think maybe he wanted Booker to challenge him too."
"I don't know," Heyman replied. "It seems like you deliberately provoked him."
"Of course I did," Stephanie said, keeping one eye on the match. "I always do. It's more fun to mess with Jericho when he's pissed off. And the fans love it."
"Like you care about the fans," Heyman replied.
"The fans are what matter most," Stephanie said. "There's no business without the fans Paul."
"I guess so," Heyman replied.
"I know so," Stephanie said. Stephanie finished watching the match. Shane just barely prevented Jericho winning. But it almost happened.
"Perfect," Stephanie whispered, a satisfied smile on her lips. Heyman couldn't help but feel that something was up.