To Make It Better
{Disclaimer: I don't own anything, so don't sue. I am a broke junior high school student. It all belongs to Vince McMahon, kay?}
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"Yeah, sure, Steph. I want to make you feel better."
"Really?" Stephanie's eyes lit up.
I stroked my chin and nodded. Why shouldn't I help her? I'm R-V-D. She's my boss. She's a great girl. I don't want to see her down. Especially since she writes my paycheck. If she gets too upset, she might leave out an extra zero.
"What do you want me to do?" I ask her. Hey, it's all about Stephanie now.
"To make it better—You can pin Chris Jericho for me tonight." She whispers seductively and giggles. Heh, I was going to do that anyway. But hey, whatever the lady wants.
"Is that all I can do for you?" I whisper back, making her giggle even more. Her giggle is soft and feminine- flows with a nice melody. Her smile lights up any room, I can tell that right now.
I make a mental note to tell Shane off for making her upset.
"No— Do you know what will make ecstatic?" She grins and bounces up in down.
"What? Come on, Steph. I am game. I'd do anything for you." I tell her the truth. Honesty is the best policy, because I am R-V-D.
"Anything?" She asks again in disbelief. It's like no one has ever been nice to her in her life…Wait a minute—that's true. Well, I am about to break that cycle.
"Yeah, if it'll make you feel better." I repeat. I want to stroke her hair, but it's tied up in a perfectly made ponytail. Damn it.
"You can put your hardcore title on the line on Sunday at Unforgiven and beat the crap out of Y2J." She tells me, a fiery gleam in her eyes. She wants me to fight at Unforgiven? Sure, I am up for it. I am R-V-D.
"Of course." I say, shaking her hand. She smiles and sighs happily. "Life is good." She decides. Because you're here, I want to say. But the cameras are rolling. Another thing that's on my side. "Okay," I start, backing up to leave. She waves and smiles. I wave and smile back.
I walk down the hall and grin. As long as I put a smile on her face, I don't care. But something rubs me the wrong way. The way she kept whispering, and looking at me with those eyes…Was she flirting with me?
Maybe. I've heard the rumors around here about her, and I don't think she's a slut. She's a beautiful girl with a beautiful body, and you know what they say— If you've got it, flaunt it. I think Steph flaunts it pretty well.
As I walk back to the Alliance dressing room, I really don't have a care in the world. Just knowing that I helped Steph, and I made it better—That's all I really need to know.