Good Riddance
Disclaimer: Due to poor funds I own littleā¦and especially not any of the WWF superstars metioned in this Fiction
(Also I don't own Greenday or the lyrics to their songs)
Summary: Set the night Stephanie gets banished from the WWF.
"I am Stephanie McMahon-Helms - No Stephanie McMahon, this absolutely can not be happening to me!" Stephanie growled as she stormed into her dressing room. She picked up the bag belonging to Chris Jericho "I won't let you go" She whined imitating Chris's promise to her before the match "Hunter would have to kill me first" Fat lot of good he'd been! Despite his promise she was still out of a job, the business she loved had been ripped away from her. It was all her lowlife ex-husband's fault! He had made this dumb leaving clause! God she hated him.
She realised that she was till holding Jericho's bag. She opened the door and threw it out, into the corridor, slamming the door behind it and made her way to pick up her own things. There was no way she was ticking around, to see all those smug faces thinking "serves her right, she deserved it" No Stephanie had more dignity than that, she would escape while the meeting was still going on. She grabbed her bag and picked up her coat, noticing that as she did and envelope that fell out of it, she bent down to pick it up, looking at the writing on the front. "Stephanie" was all it read. She opened it, glanced inside and pulled out a sheet of note paper and a small cassette. On the note paper someone had scrawled what looked like the details of a song, "Good Riddance, Greenday" She read. "What?" she wondered turning the paper over looking for something else. All she could find was those words, Strange but she didn't have the time for jokers like this. She left the building and ran out to her rental car. Normally she went for limo's, You know Class all the way, but tonight she had got her own car, just in case. She threw her stuff in the back of the car and jumped in eager to escape into the night.
God! It just wasn't her night! Now she was sat in a dumb traffic jam, the radio was playing rubbish and she had no tapes to listen to. Suddenly she remembered the cassette in the envelope. She turned around in her seat scrabbling around to find it "Ah-Ha" she called triumphantly waving the tape in the air, before putting it in the radio. Almost instantly the sound of an acoustic guitar filled the car. She didn't know what she had expected but from a song called Good Riddance acoustic was definitely not what sprung to mind.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to do.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
As she listened to the song tears began to prick the back of her eyes and roll down her cheeks. She though back to all that she'd done and the tears wouldn't stop. The song was repeated again and again. She just listened and wept, ignoring the traffic around her. The song came to an end and the tape clicked off. Stephanie looked at herself in the wing mirror. She knew what to do.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
I hope you had the time of your life.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Not very long I know but please read and review! Pretty please *bats her eyelashes* Please
Disclaimer: Due to poor funds I own littleā¦and especially not any of the WWF superstars metioned in this Fiction
(Also I don't own Greenday or the lyrics to their songs)
Summary: Set the night Stephanie gets banished from the WWF.
"I am Stephanie McMahon-Helms - No Stephanie McMahon, this absolutely can not be happening to me!" Stephanie growled as she stormed into her dressing room. She picked up the bag belonging to Chris Jericho "I won't let you go" She whined imitating Chris's promise to her before the match "Hunter would have to kill me first" Fat lot of good he'd been! Despite his promise she was still out of a job, the business she loved had been ripped away from her. It was all her lowlife ex-husband's fault! He had made this dumb leaving clause! God she hated him.
She realised that she was till holding Jericho's bag. She opened the door and threw it out, into the corridor, slamming the door behind it and made her way to pick up her own things. There was no way she was ticking around, to see all those smug faces thinking "serves her right, she deserved it" No Stephanie had more dignity than that, she would escape while the meeting was still going on. She grabbed her bag and picked up her coat, noticing that as she did and envelope that fell out of it, she bent down to pick it up, looking at the writing on the front. "Stephanie" was all it read. She opened it, glanced inside and pulled out a sheet of note paper and a small cassette. On the note paper someone had scrawled what looked like the details of a song, "Good Riddance, Greenday" She read. "What?" she wondered turning the paper over looking for something else. All she could find was those words, Strange but she didn't have the time for jokers like this. She left the building and ran out to her rental car. Normally she went for limo's, You know Class all the way, but tonight she had got her own car, just in case. She threw her stuff in the back of the car and jumped in eager to escape into the night.
God! It just wasn't her night! Now she was sat in a dumb traffic jam, the radio was playing rubbish and she had no tapes to listen to. Suddenly she remembered the cassette in the envelope. She turned around in her seat scrabbling around to find it "Ah-Ha" she called triumphantly waving the tape in the air, before putting it in the radio. Almost instantly the sound of an acoustic guitar filled the car. She didn't know what she had expected but from a song called Good Riddance acoustic was definitely not what sprung to mind.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to do.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
As she listened to the song tears began to prick the back of her eyes and roll down her cheeks. She though back to all that she'd done and the tears wouldn't stop. The song was repeated again and again. She just listened and wept, ignoring the traffic around her. The song came to an end and the tape clicked off. Stephanie looked at herself in the wing mirror. She knew what to do.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
I hope you had the time of your life.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Not very long I know but please read and review! Pretty please *bats her eyelashes* Please
