Chris Jericho. Just the mention of his name sends chills
up and down my spine. But despite everything that has happened, I don't shudder
in disgust or hatred as many people think. No, it's in excitement.
I've never admitted this to anyone
before (and I doubt that I ever will) but I find Chris very attractive. After
all what is there not to like? That sexy smile, those soulful eyes, his
gorgeous long blonde hair (even if it is dyed), his wicked sense of humour, the
way he stands up to my Dad. Everything about him is typical of the kind of guy
I go for.
So why aren't I with him? After
all, I'm Stephanie McMahon; I can have any guy I want, when I want. Aside form
the fact I'm married (but that could be easily corrected) there's no real
reason why we couldn't be together expect… well…
He hates me or at least the me
I've become since I've been married to Hunter. Why shouldn't he? I've become,
well, a bitch. Don't look surprised; I know what people say about me, I'm not
deaf. Yes it hurt to begin with but those jeers just proved that my
transformation was complete – I was no longer Stephanie McMahon, a shy, timid
little mouse who always did what people told her to do. No, I'm now Steph
McMahon-Helmsley one half of the Golden Couple and the most dominant female in
the WWF. The new me is Daddy's Little Girl; nothing is unobtainable for the
Billion-Dollar Princess. She gets what she wants, when she wants. That is,
except the one man she truly desires.
The really ironical thing about
the whole situation is that the old Stephanie could have had Chris anytime she
wanted. He was always flirting with her, making her laugh when the intense
tension of being caught between her family and her boyfriend got too much. But
that was the problem, her boyfriend. That Stephanie was too scared of what
people would think of her if she suddenly left her stable relationship for one
that could at best be described as risky. So she did nothing. That was probably
one of the worst mistakes of my life.
Nowadays, married or not, I'd get
with him in a heartbeat. Not that I'll ever get that opportunity. Why can't he
just see that the Stephanie he fancied so long ago is still there, she's just
grown-up?
Having said that, it's very
debatable though – what kind of full-grown woman goes around interfering in
matches and calling a guy she likes bad names just because they don't like
them? Not the sophisticated person I've become. If it was anyone else I'd just
rise above his taunts and send Hunter or Kurt in to beat him up. But somehow,
this time it's personal and I find myself wanting to deal with him myself.
But if acting like a little kid is
the only way I can get his attention, I'll do it; it's the only time he
realises that I'm alive. I know he hates me for it. Hell, I know he hates me
full-stop; I'd wager my inheritance on it. But if it gets his attention, then
that's all I care about. Because
despite what the world may think, Chris Jericho is my fantasy guy come true.
