Title: Raw Awakening
Rating: R; sexual content and strong language
Characters: Eric Bischoff, Stephanie McMahon, HHH, Chris Jericho
Summary: Stephanie never said "I quit" in her match against her father, she comes back to RAW as the Co-GM, and Eric is not at all thrilled by her presence or their partnership.
Disclaimer/Authors Notes: I do not own anyone in this story, I'm just using them in my own twisted way, I'm sure everyone I use in this fanfic is married in r/l but in my stories, no one is married, they're single, unless they get married in my story. This may have strong sexual content in it and language, so those who are offended by it, please don't read on. But those who still want to read this - continue on to the story!
"What do you mean there's going to be a new Co-GM?! I can handle this all on my own Vince, you know that!," Eric was outraged beyond reason.
"I know you can Eric, but Linda insisted on this happening, she thinks it would be a good idea to have someone keep you in line, and she's sure of this," Vince sighed.
"I thought you divorced the old hag!," Eric steamed.
"She won't let that happen Eric, she still owns part of the company since she took my last name, so that's how it's going to be I guess," Vince felt defeated.
"Alright, well, at least tell me who it is," he asked impatiently.
"I can't tell you, you'll find out tonight Eric, and I'm going to tell you now, you will not be happy about it," Vince then hung up.
"Damnit," Eric cursed to himself.
He hung up his cell phone and laid back against his leather couch, he knew that tonight he would find out who his new partner was, and for some reason, he had a bad feeling about it.
Eric kept his eyes on the monitor that night, watching, and waiting to see who the new Co-GM was and if they would walk in at any moment.
"Mr. Bischoff..," a man kept saying to Eric.
"Mr. Bischoff..... this is really important"
Eric turned around sharply,"Shouldn't you be doing your job Steve?!"
"I just wanted to let you know that someone is waiting for you in your office Sir," Steve pointed out.
"Oh, alright..thank you," Eric then scoffed off to his office, leaving Steve behind shaking his head, disappointed that his boss was so rude.
Eric stopped at his office door and put his hand on the knob, before turning it he took a deep breath, hoping it was someone he could actually get along with.
He opened the door and tried to put on his best smile until he saw a pair of familiar legs sticking out from his chair at his desk.
He tried to hold back from cursing when Stephanie McMahon turned the chair around and smirked, "Hello Eric," she smiled.
Eric looked down for a moment, still holding back from throwing something or going on a huge rant.
"What are you doing here princess?," he asked her in his best pretend "nice voice".
"Didn't you hear? I'm your new partner. We're going to have one hell of a time working together, aren't we?," she smirked.
This time he bit his lip, he could say so much right now but he knew he would pay for it if he did.
"What's wrong Eric, you look a little.. disgruntled. Are you displease to see me? Cause if I recall correctly, the last time we were in the same office, you tried shoving your tongue down my throat!"
Eric smirked a little this time, maybe things were going to be a bit more fun then he expected, pissing off the princess and making sarcastic and witty comments toward her seemed to work pretty well for him. Plus it was a lot of fun.
"If I recall correctly Steph, you seemed to like it," he smirked.
"I didn't like it at all Eric, you must be delusional," she laughed a little this time.
He got closer to the desk and sat down on top of it next to where the seat was, "Now now Stephie, I know the truth, there's no denying it. You enjoyed it, just admit it. C'mon, it'll make you feel better. I'll even tell you now.. I liked it." His eyebrows moved up a bit then he spoke again with a confident smile, "In fact, after I got home that night I-"
"Eric, I don't want to hear anything about you fantasizing about me cause don't think I haven't watched RAW and Smackdown since I've been gone, I know what you've been saying. I heard you tell Steve Austin that you fantasized about me and that just made me want to hurl," she made a disgusted face, "You're utterly disgusting."
Eric chuckled, "Don't flatter yourself princess, I wouldn't give you the time of day."
"Oh really?," she stood up in an intimidating way.
"You think I'm afraid of you? What? Are you going to call Daddy to help you? Oh, that's right, I forgot, he hates your guts!," he laughed.
Smack! Stephanie slapped him across the face as hard as she could, leaving a light red mark on Eric's cheek.
Eric held his face in pain, then grabbed Stephanie by the arm and pulled her to him, "Don't think I won't knock you out Steph, I'm not afraid to get physical with you. The best part is, no one here likes you, not your ex-husband, not Jericho, no one. So no one will come to your rescue, not even your Olympic bitch Kurt Angle. Take this as a warning princess. Don't you ever slap me again," he threatened, he then let go of her wrist and saw something very unfamiliar in the princess's eyes.
Was it fear? Anger? Disgust? Did she like the fact that he was taking charge? He couldn't figure it out. But he did know that this was going to be a very odd partnership, if not an interesting one.
Rating: R; sexual content and strong language
Characters: Eric Bischoff, Stephanie McMahon, HHH, Chris Jericho
Summary: Stephanie never said "I quit" in her match against her father, she comes back to RAW as the Co-GM, and Eric is not at all thrilled by her presence or their partnership.
Disclaimer/Authors Notes: I do not own anyone in this story, I'm just using them in my own twisted way, I'm sure everyone I use in this fanfic is married in r/l but in my stories, no one is married, they're single, unless they get married in my story. This may have strong sexual content in it and language, so those who are offended by it, please don't read on. But those who still want to read this - continue on to the story!
"What do you mean there's going to be a new Co-GM?! I can handle this all on my own Vince, you know that!," Eric was outraged beyond reason.
"I know you can Eric, but Linda insisted on this happening, she thinks it would be a good idea to have someone keep you in line, and she's sure of this," Vince sighed.
"I thought you divorced the old hag!," Eric steamed.
"She won't let that happen Eric, she still owns part of the company since she took my last name, so that's how it's going to be I guess," Vince felt defeated.
"Alright, well, at least tell me who it is," he asked impatiently.
"I can't tell you, you'll find out tonight Eric, and I'm going to tell you now, you will not be happy about it," Vince then hung up.
"Damnit," Eric cursed to himself.
He hung up his cell phone and laid back against his leather couch, he knew that tonight he would find out who his new partner was, and for some reason, he had a bad feeling about it.
Eric kept his eyes on the monitor that night, watching, and waiting to see who the new Co-GM was and if they would walk in at any moment.
"Mr. Bischoff..," a man kept saying to Eric.
"Mr. Bischoff..... this is really important"
Eric turned around sharply,"Shouldn't you be doing your job Steve?!"
"I just wanted to let you know that someone is waiting for you in your office Sir," Steve pointed out.
"Oh, alright..thank you," Eric then scoffed off to his office, leaving Steve behind shaking his head, disappointed that his boss was so rude.
Eric stopped at his office door and put his hand on the knob, before turning it he took a deep breath, hoping it was someone he could actually get along with.
He opened the door and tried to put on his best smile until he saw a pair of familiar legs sticking out from his chair at his desk.
He tried to hold back from cursing when Stephanie McMahon turned the chair around and smirked, "Hello Eric," she smiled.
Eric looked down for a moment, still holding back from throwing something or going on a huge rant.
"What are you doing here princess?," he asked her in his best pretend "nice voice".
"Didn't you hear? I'm your new partner. We're going to have one hell of a time working together, aren't we?," she smirked.
This time he bit his lip, he could say so much right now but he knew he would pay for it if he did.
"What's wrong Eric, you look a little.. disgruntled. Are you displease to see me? Cause if I recall correctly, the last time we were in the same office, you tried shoving your tongue down my throat!"
Eric smirked a little this time, maybe things were going to be a bit more fun then he expected, pissing off the princess and making sarcastic and witty comments toward her seemed to work pretty well for him. Plus it was a lot of fun.
"If I recall correctly Steph, you seemed to like it," he smirked.
"I didn't like it at all Eric, you must be delusional," she laughed a little this time.
He got closer to the desk and sat down on top of it next to where the seat was, "Now now Stephie, I know the truth, there's no denying it. You enjoyed it, just admit it. C'mon, it'll make you feel better. I'll even tell you now.. I liked it." His eyebrows moved up a bit then he spoke again with a confident smile, "In fact, after I got home that night I-"
"Eric, I don't want to hear anything about you fantasizing about me cause don't think I haven't watched RAW and Smackdown since I've been gone, I know what you've been saying. I heard you tell Steve Austin that you fantasized about me and that just made me want to hurl," she made a disgusted face, "You're utterly disgusting."
Eric chuckled, "Don't flatter yourself princess, I wouldn't give you the time of day."
"Oh really?," she stood up in an intimidating way.
"You think I'm afraid of you? What? Are you going to call Daddy to help you? Oh, that's right, I forgot, he hates your guts!," he laughed.
Smack! Stephanie slapped him across the face as hard as she could, leaving a light red mark on Eric's cheek.
Eric held his face in pain, then grabbed Stephanie by the arm and pulled her to him, "Don't think I won't knock you out Steph, I'm not afraid to get physical with you. The best part is, no one here likes you, not your ex-husband, not Jericho, no one. So no one will come to your rescue, not even your Olympic bitch Kurt Angle. Take this as a warning princess. Don't you ever slap me again," he threatened, he then let go of her wrist and saw something very unfamiliar in the princess's eyes.
Was it fear? Anger? Disgust? Did she like the fact that he was taking charge? He couldn't figure it out. But he did know that this was going to be a very odd partnership, if not an interesting one.