(A/N):
I will never drink the forbidden Jericho/Stephanie Kool-aid! Mwahaha! I mean I will READ it.... and some of the stories, I'll admit, I did like... but I just shall never WRITE it! Ha! *sips her Pepsi...not knowing Tracy laced it
with Kool-aid* *starts humming very loudly* Anyway. This is a Steph/Rhyno the man beast story...Cuz I think there should be more stories with Rhyno is them. Nah! I might write some more after this, cuz as everyone knows...
I can't have a story that doesn't involve Raven! Talk about un-American *hums Kurt Angle's theme music... then remembers she doesn't like him today* Damn jerk... hurt my Raven... Anyway. Vinny Mac and his lawyer type
peeps own all the characters. U2 owns the song UltraViolet (Light My Way). Bono is a God. *bow* Pearl Jam own the title of the story 'cuz "Soldier Of Love " is a cool song. And Eddie is very pleasing to my eyes. I own my
imagination and even that isn't mine. The muses told me to do it! That's about it. Don't forget to respond! I need friends! *cried the nerd* Hey! *pokes the muse to make it shut up* *poke*
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Lay down your arms and surrender to me
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~~Oh sugar, don't you cry
Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes
You know I need you to be strong
And the day is as dark as the night is long~~
Stephanie wakes up crying in her sleep again. *When I see that idiot Jericho tomorrow morning.... I'm going to kill him!* Rhyno thought as he got up from his chair across the room to go sit on Stephanie's bed. "Steph. Wake up. It's just a dream" he said as gently as he could nudging her a little. Stephanie began to whimper so he picked her up and started rocking her. "*sniff* Thanks Rhyno. Jericho is just driving me insane! He's going to drive me to drink!! I swear!" She said still crying. "It's all right. One day he'll stop. You just have to be strong until then." He said wiping a tear away from her beautiful face. Rhyno was madly in love with the girl who was crying in his arms.
~~Feel like trash, you make me feel clean~~
Stephanie would never admit to it, but she felt extremely safe in the stout, man-beast's arms. When ever those horrible dreams with...he whose name shall not be said... Rhyno was always there to make her feel better. He'd let her go on and on about howshe was going to wring that blond, pompous Canadian's ass. All the times Jericho called her names, from whore, to talking about her breast size. She'd feel like trash. Dirty. A dirty, disgusting ho just like Jericho says. Then Rhyno would come along and she'd feel pure, and clean. He did that to people and she was grateful for it.
~~You bury your treasure,
Where it can't be found
But, your love is like a secret,
That's been passed around~~
*I love moments like this* Rhyno thought to himself, *When she's not screeching at me. When she let's me peek into the real Stephanie and not the character on tv. Some day's she let's me in easily to see what's going on in her head and other day's I have to going searching for it. Like buried treasure. Her heart and soul is buried treasure. She tells me everything. All her past conquests. Test, HHH, Angle, Paul Heyman, why Jericho calls her a whore, and even how she got out of being sacrificed by Undertaker. But she used that word, conquest. Not love. They were all used by her and when she was done, thrown away. And some days when she tells me how she's felt like she's been passed around the big love-in table, I want to scream that I would never let her go. I would love her forever and keep my Princesses attention. I know how. I know I do. I just need to some courage to show her. *
~~Now we lie together
In whispers and moans
When I was all messed up
And I had opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed~~
"Rhyno" I whisper softly. He looks at me through the hair that falls into his eyes. I move the strangs away so I can see his face. "You don't think I have any, uh, implants right?" I feel like I'm going to cry again. Rhyno seems to be pondering something as he's holding me. "Of course not. But maybe Jericho would stop calling you such non-fitting names, if you dressed a little...er... less in leather. Yeah." Rhyno said. I could tell he wanted to use another word but chose the gentlemanly way out.
"You mean less like a slut? Huh?" I say spitting out my words. Anger not directed towards the poor man holding me gently and rocking me, but at myself. For allowing myself to be so blind towards the reasons why. Rhyno seems to be very taken aback. Then he leans down and kisses me on the head. It was only a couple seconds long, but it felt like hours. I felt electricity from my head to my toes. I haven't felt like that since Test. The man I let get away. The only one I pushed away. Well, except now I think I'm pushing this one away. The man who would fight for me. Who would risk getting injured badly for me. I think because I'm not saying anything he thinks I didn't like it, or that I'm angry. "Thank you" Is all I'm able to choke out before I start crying my brains out onto his all ready soaked T-shirt. It's going to be another long night.
I will never drink the forbidden Jericho/Stephanie Kool-aid! Mwahaha! I mean I will READ it.... and some of the stories, I'll admit, I did like... but I just shall never WRITE it! Ha! *sips her Pepsi...not knowing Tracy laced it
with Kool-aid* *starts humming very loudly* Anyway. This is a Steph/Rhyno the man beast story...Cuz I think there should be more stories with Rhyno is them. Nah! I might write some more after this, cuz as everyone knows...
I can't have a story that doesn't involve Raven! Talk about un-American *hums Kurt Angle's theme music... then remembers she doesn't like him today* Damn jerk... hurt my Raven... Anyway. Vinny Mac and his lawyer type
peeps own all the characters. U2 owns the song UltraViolet (Light My Way). Bono is a God. *bow* Pearl Jam own the title of the story 'cuz "Soldier Of Love " is a cool song. And Eddie is very pleasing to my eyes. I own my
imagination and even that isn't mine. The muses told me to do it! That's about it. Don't forget to respond! I need friends! *cried the nerd* Hey! *pokes the muse to make it shut up* *poke*
^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^
Lay down your arms and surrender to me
^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^
~~Oh sugar, don't you cry
Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes
You know I need you to be strong
And the day is as dark as the night is long~~
Stephanie wakes up crying in her sleep again. *When I see that idiot Jericho tomorrow morning.... I'm going to kill him!* Rhyno thought as he got up from his chair across the room to go sit on Stephanie's bed. "Steph. Wake up. It's just a dream" he said as gently as he could nudging her a little. Stephanie began to whimper so he picked her up and started rocking her. "*sniff* Thanks Rhyno. Jericho is just driving me insane! He's going to drive me to drink!! I swear!" She said still crying. "It's all right. One day he'll stop. You just have to be strong until then." He said wiping a tear away from her beautiful face. Rhyno was madly in love with the girl who was crying in his arms.
~~Feel like trash, you make me feel clean~~
Stephanie would never admit to it, but she felt extremely safe in the stout, man-beast's arms. When ever those horrible dreams with...he whose name shall not be said... Rhyno was always there to make her feel better. He'd let her go on and on about howshe was going to wring that blond, pompous Canadian's ass. All the times Jericho called her names, from whore, to talking about her breast size. She'd feel like trash. Dirty. A dirty, disgusting ho just like Jericho says. Then Rhyno would come along and she'd feel pure, and clean. He did that to people and she was grateful for it.
~~You bury your treasure,
Where it can't be found
But, your love is like a secret,
That's been passed around~~
*I love moments like this* Rhyno thought to himself, *When she's not screeching at me. When she let's me peek into the real Stephanie and not the character on tv. Some day's she let's me in easily to see what's going on in her head and other day's I have to going searching for it. Like buried treasure. Her heart and soul is buried treasure. She tells me everything. All her past conquests. Test, HHH, Angle, Paul Heyman, why Jericho calls her a whore, and even how she got out of being sacrificed by Undertaker. But she used that word, conquest. Not love. They were all used by her and when she was done, thrown away. And some days when she tells me how she's felt like she's been passed around the big love-in table, I want to scream that I would never let her go. I would love her forever and keep my Princesses attention. I know how. I know I do. I just need to some courage to show her. *
~~Now we lie together
In whispers and moans
When I was all messed up
And I had opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed~~
"Rhyno" I whisper softly. He looks at me through the hair that falls into his eyes. I move the strangs away so I can see his face. "You don't think I have any, uh, implants right?" I feel like I'm going to cry again. Rhyno seems to be pondering something as he's holding me. "Of course not. But maybe Jericho would stop calling you such non-fitting names, if you dressed a little...er... less in leather. Yeah." Rhyno said. I could tell he wanted to use another word but chose the gentlemanly way out.
"You mean less like a slut? Huh?" I say spitting out my words. Anger not directed towards the poor man holding me gently and rocking me, but at myself. For allowing myself to be so blind towards the reasons why. Rhyno seems to be very taken aback. Then he leans down and kisses me on the head. It was only a couple seconds long, but it felt like hours. I felt electricity from my head to my toes. I haven't felt like that since Test. The man I let get away. The only one I pushed away. Well, except now I think I'm pushing this one away. The man who would fight for me. Who would risk getting injured badly for me. I think because I'm not saying anything he thinks I didn't like it, or that I'm angry. "Thank you" Is all I'm able to choke out before I start crying my brains out onto his all ready soaked T-shirt. It's going to be another long night.