Everyone knows that I've changed, that I'm different. I used to be a whiny, daddy's girl, who was paranoid, and immature. But now I'm all business! I won't let love or "friends" get in my way. When I heard a knock on my door the person that I least suspected walked in, it wasn't Bishoff, it was Stacy Keibler, my Dad's ex-personal assistant. I smiled and crossed my arms as I awaited to hear what Miss Keibler wanted this time.
"Steph, I know you don't like me, and I don't blame you! I used to be your father's "personal" assistant! But Steph, I respect you, and I want to help you" she smiled getting slightly giddy, like most blondes. I smiled then spoke freely, "Stacy, I don't need your help w/anything, I'm fine all by my lonesome" "That's the problem Steph, you need a friend, and who better to have as a friend and assistant, then ME?" she smiled. I kept a stern upper lip as I stared her down for a minute, "Stacy, I don't need anybody, all right? I like being in control of everything" I pointed my finger at her.
"Ok, that's fine, I won't be your assistant, but if you need a friend, I think we could be-" I stopped her in mid-sentence, "Stacy, stop right there, I think I'll be ok." I said.
*Later I received a bouquet of red roses* I looked at the card, it was yet again from Eric Bishoff.
Dear Steph,
Smackdown is going great so far! I'll be seeing you later tonight!
Love, Eric
PS
Nice Outfit!
I looked at myself in the mirror, I was wearing a no-sleeve button down black shirt w/a matching skirt and boots. I left my locker room and looked around for the man who has done nothing but make my life a living hell. It was the smackdown after what happened w/HHH and HBK, and I wanted to be there for him, I called Hunter last night and all he did was yell at me and tell me I'm a no good lying bitch who doesn't care about anyone but herself. After I hung up w/him I cried, because I knew that he was right, but I had changed, and he knew it deep down but he still saw the woman who took his dog away from him, and gave away his prized possessions who had to have her lawyers w/her at all times when she was around him. And he won't forgive me for being her because she truly was ruthless. I know I don't whine or go crying to my daddy anymore, but I am still as ruthless as I was when Hunter and I were together.
I walked through the hallway and I questioned a few superstars and asked them where they were the night of Shawn's attack and what they would have against Michaels. I had to be sure it wasn't someone from Smackdown or Hunter would surely go after me!
After I went outside to call Chris on my cell I saw Bishoff's limo was there, I hung up my cell phone and rushed over there, I knocked on the window and he rolled it down, "hey Steph, what's up? Well, don't you look hot tonight.." he laughed. I bent over to his level, "Get out of the car" I demanded as I backed up a bit. He got out and smiled at me, "What is it Steph? Do you want to hit me? maybe slap me in the face? Kick me in the testicles?" he laughed. "Eric, I don't want to do either, I recall you saying that you were going to finish this once and for all on RAW when you thought that it was me who was in the limo" I smirked. "Well Steph, did I really say that? well, not tonight. I already knocked you out a few times already, taking your hus- I mean, EX HUSBAND (laughs) from beneath your nose and I took Test and the Tag Team Champions! What else could you possibly want me to do?" He laughed, I was now nose to nose w/him and I kept a straight face, "Bishoff, I will give you 30 seconds to get your ass out of my arena and never show your face here again" He smiled at me and gave me an aggressive kiss then said, "I just don't think I could do that Steph!" he laughed then got back into the limo, I whipped my mouth and sneered at him as I banged on his window and screamed at him. I stomped off as I heard him laughing in his limo feeling somewhat accomplished.
I had to somehow get one of his top superstars on my show, maybe the Undertaker. I called the Undertaker at home and Sara answered, "Hello?" "Hey Sara, its Stephanie, is your husband available?" I asked politely, "No he isn't Steph can I have him call you back?" she asked, I smirked, "Hey Sara, have you considered coming back to the WWE? We could use some talent over here, last time I saw you, you destroyed DDP in that ring. I think we could use someone like that on my show" I awaited her answer. "I'll think about it" she said then hung up. I smirked then wandered throughout the arena when I bumped into RVD, "hey Rob" I smiled, he returned the favor. "Oh hey Steph, how are you?" he asked, "oh I'm good, and you?" "Everything's always good, I'm Rob Van Dam! Everything's cool" he said w/a smile.
Stacy approached us and smiled, "am I interrupting something?" she said with a coy smile, I shook RVDs hand and said goobye then I turned to her, "no, you aren't" "what's going on Steph?" she asked. "Nothing much, except that Bischoff laid his disgusting lips on me... !" I said as I walked to my locker room and entered the bathroom and began to brush my teeth and lips. "Really?" she said laughing a little, "Boy, I sure didn't see that coming" she said w/sarcasim in her tone, "what do you mean?" I said before I spat into the sick. "well, I can tell that there's some tension between you two, I mean, Steph, your an attractive woman you could have anyone you wanted if you tried, you could even have Bischoff!" she boasted, I cont. brushing my teeth and then said, "Are you nuts? I hate him, besides I know he just did that to annoy me, like Y2J used to do, Chris probably gave him some tips on annoying me since he JOINED RAW!" I spat again, then I got a plastic cup down and filled it up w/mouthwash and gargled it, I spat then filled it again and swished it then spit it out. Then I walked over to her and glared, "What are you suggesting Stacy?" I glared, today must've been one of her crazy blonde days. "Well you know how I was your father's personal assistant right?" she boasted, I glared, "Ok, never mind, my point is, if your nice to the boss, you get.. what do you call it... advantages.. if you seduce Eric then he won't be aiming to disappoint you" she smiled widely. "This is why blondes don't get very far in life isn't it?" I smirked, "No seriously Steph! Consider it! It'll work, you know it! Are you afraid? maybe you should-" I stopped her- "I am not afraid of anything" "Really? Why don't you face Molly tonight and win that title so you can be on RAW?" she was just begging for me to do something to show I'm more then just all business.
"I own this company, I can't challenge anyone for the titles, and it would be non-professional." I said, then Molly walked in "Steph, I don't mind facing you, at least you have class, unlike Trish Stratus who has been my ONLY competition since, forever!" Molly insisted that I face her tonight and I agreed, but Stacy added a stipulation, that she would be the ref!
*later*
My music hit as I walked out in my t-shirt that said, Stephanie McMahon- Always on Top! w/my black stretch shorts on and black shoes, I waited for Molly to come down to the ring and I rested against the ropes, finally the match started and I pulled out all the stops, still wondering if it would actually be a good idea to be on RAW w/that dickhead, Bischoff. I would have to work for him. I gave Molly the DDT and then Stacy counted- 123! she raised my hand in victory and the ref handed me the title, I didn't know if I should either celebrate or try to fight again and purposely lose the title, so I fell to my knees and held up the title w/tears of joy in my eyes. Then after I stood up Stacy tripped me and ripped off my top and shorts. I bitch slapped her and took my title, I tried to cover myself up w/it as I walked backwards up the ramp as I pointed at her telling her she'll pay for that, and she just laughed.
I ran backstage trying to cover up my private areas w/the belt when I literally bumped into Bishoff and fell on my ass, still trying to cover myself w/my title. He bent over and smiled at me, "Well Steph, congrats on winning the title, I didn't think you could do it!" he smiled eying me for a minute, I stood up and brushed myself off, then walked backwards into my locker room, putting a tank top and pants. He entered my locker room still smiling, "Steph you really shouldn't hide what's as Shakira would say, 'underneath your clothes!'" he laughed. My face turned beet red from embarrassment as I rushed out of the arena to my limo, he followed me out and continued to make crude comments to me, "Hey Steph, maybe you should get a job at hooters, you'd be great at it!" he laughed. I turned around and slapped him as hard as I could, "Fuck you Bischoff" I screamed as I got into the limo and left. He watched and couldn't help but smile as my limo drove off to the hotel.
I got up around 12am, I couldn't sleep so I went downstairs to the bar and had a few drinks. I usually don't consume alcohol but tonight was just one of those nights I needed it. I sat there and sipped my drink then he sat next to me and ordered one also, that's when he said, "you seem upset about something, what's wrong?" he asked in a sincere manner. I didn't even turn my head I just sighed, "Yea, there are a lot of things on my mind right now" I sighed again. He put his arm around me, "business is tough baby, you gotta learn to keep your head up and say to hell w/them" he smiled, I turned to him and smiled weakly, "Alright Eric, I got it, you need competition so badly that you influence me to get on top of it and be at my best, Eric, I don't like you, I probably never will, and-" Eric cut me off- "Steph, Steph, Steph! listen, it's the not the competition I need from you..." he smiled. I looked at him w/an estranged look on my face and waited for him to explain, so I sat back down and waited for him to tell me just what he really needed from me.
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