Summary: Stephanie hates playing the role of an innocent woman... What happens when her other side takes over on Halloween, and what does Y2J think of this other side?
Chapter 1
"Oh, Hunter, let's go in the House of Mirrors!" Stephanie said excitedly. She tugged on his muscular arm, trying to pull him towards the place where she wanted to go, but he wouldn't budge an inch. Not one measly inch.
"Steph, this is just dumb," Hunter complained. "In fact, coming to this carnival was just dumb."
"Are you calling Daddy dumb?" she asked petulantly.
Her temper was rising. He could see that clearly. He knew he had to calm her down fast, before she exploded, erupting like a major volcano.
"Of course not, darling. Vince is a brilliant man, a genius," he said, quickly improvising. "I always figured that's how you became such a genius."
She gave him a small smile, but inside she was still really ticked off at him. He was always complaining about something, whining about having to go to events that her father sponsored. Hello! When he put the ring on her finger, he was signing his life over to her father. It was like a contract. But he didn't understand. Instead, he just annoyed the hell out of her constantly. If she could show her true colors, that side of her that no one else knew about...
There would be trouble.
"Steph? Honey?" Hunter was saying, looking at his wife. She seemed to be in some kind of a thoughtful daze.
"What?" Stephanie asked, shaking her head. She knew she shouldn't be thinking any bad thoughts. Oh no, not the Billion Dollar Princess. Everyone had such high expectations of her. She wished just once she could truly be herself, that she could just let them all see who she really was...
"You still wanna go to that mirror place?" he asked her, bringing her out of her thoughts once again.
"Yeah, yeah, let's go," she said. She nearly cringed when he put his arm around her shoulder. It was a good thing that she could control her gag reflexes, too, because when he touched her sometimes she just wanted to puke.
They walked over to the House of Mirrors. They were at a carnival that the brilliant Vince McMahon was putting on. He was always having these kinds of get-togethers. This carnival was basically for Halloween since it was October 31. All of the wrestlers in the WWE had been invited, and a vast majority of them had actually shown up, probably because they knew what kind of stuff Vince gave out in his original goodie bags...
"Two tickets, please," the man at the entrance to the small building said.
"Tickets? You've gotta be kidding me," Stephanie said.
"No, I'm not kidding you. Two tickets," the man said.
"Do you know who my father is?" she screeched, slipping out of her innocent role. "My father is your damn boss!"
"Steph, calm down. I'll go get some tickets, ok? You just wait right here and apologize to this man. He was only doing his job," Hunter said in a voice that sounded too much like her brother Shane. What a loser...
Wow, what a great fucking speech, Hunter. Want an Oscar? she thought sarcastically. She bit her lip. Thoughts like this would never become spoken words from her. She had an image to portray, that being an innocent princess. "Ok, Hunter," she said.
"Good. I'll be right back. You just stay put," Hunter told her, speaking clearly and like she couldn't understand him or something. He gave her a light peck on the cheek, then hurried away in search of tickets.
Stop talking to me like I'm a child, asswipe, she thought. But of course she didn't say it. Instead, she smiled at him as he walked away, then turned to the man at the door. "I want to go in. Now."
"I told you, you can't come in without a ticket," the man said. "Your dad explicitly said that to get in, everyone must have a ticket."
"But I'm his daughter," she persisted. "You don't want to get on my bad side."
"Your back side?" came a familiar voice from behind her.
Stephanie turned around and almost went weak in the knees at the sight of the man standing there. "Chris Jericho. You've been admiring my backside?" she asked smoothly.
"Hell, your back side and your front side," Jericho said. "The only things I haven't had the opportunity to admire are your insides."
She gasped and blushed. "You're a funny man. A very funny man."
"I know it. Everyone thinks so," he replied. He looked at the man taking tickets, then held out two tickets to him. "We wanna go in."
"We? I don't know who you're speaking for, but I'm waiting on my husband to come back with my tickets," Stephanie said indignantly.
"Oh, shut the hell up," Jericho told her.
She closed her mouth. He had that effect on her; his wish was her command. If he had told her to strip and lay down on the ground for him, she probably would've. She had always wanted him, from the very first time that they'd met. But he wasn't the type of guy a woman like herself was expected to go for. So she pretended to hate him, the key word being pretended...
Jericho looked at the man who had just taken their tickets. "When the assclown with the big nose comes back, tell him his wife is inside getting some Vitamin C," he instructed him, and before Stephanie could protest any further, he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.
"What are you doing?" she asked him once they were inside.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm getting ready to tour the House of Mirrors with my most favorite whore in the world!" he exclaimed in mock excitement. "And in case you didn't make the connection... That whore would be you."
"Ha ha, very funny, Jericho," she said. He started walking around in the dim place and she followed, not wanting to be left alone. "What makes you think I'm a whore, anyway?"
"Look at those slutty clothes you wear at work," he said. "Appearances are everything."
"Look at me now. I don't look slutty, do I?" she pointed out. Grudgingly, he shook his head no. "Exactly. I dress like that for work, but in reality, I'm not that person." At least, no one knows me as that person, she added mentally. She was very much that daring person on the inside, but she just couldn't show that side of herself no matter how much she wanted to.
"Wow," he said, pointing at the first mirror they came to. "Your boobs look even bigger than they really are."
She looked in the mirror and her eyes widened as she checked out her rack. Yep, it looked huge, just like he said. He was always right...
They walked around together trading insults as usual until they reached a closed door. Jericho reached for the doorknob, and Stephanie caught his hand.
"Ok, Jerky, this room is obviously off limits," she said to him. "Do you really think we should be going in there?"
"Well, it doesn't say 'do not enter' anywhere on the door, does it?" he asked.
"Actually, yeah, it does," she said, pointing at a sign near the top of the door. "See that? If you knew how to read, you would know that."
"I don't care about the rules. They're made to be broken," he said, flinging the door open and taking a step inside. He looked back at her. "You coming in, or are you always going to be the innocent little princess that you make everyone believe you are?"
"I am sick of everyone calling me little! I am not little!" she exclaimed.
"Well, your body's all grown up but other parts of you aren't," he said seriously. "You're just always going to be an innocent little princess." He made a big show of yawning. "How boring."
"Tell me about it," she said finally. "I wish you could all, at least for just one night, see me for who I truly am."
"And your wish can come true, Stephanie McMahon, if you just step into this room," came a low, whispery voice from inside the room.
"Ok, what the hell is that?" Jericho wanted to know.
"Hell if I know, but I'm going in," Stephanie said, stepping into the room. The door closed behind them and they looked around.
Every surface of the room was covered in mirrors, and all the mirrors appeared to show a normal reflection... All the mirrors except for one hazy-looking one.
Stephanie walked over to the mirror that looked a little hazy and looked at her reflection. It was her, but then again, it wasn't. It looked like her. But it was wearing different clothes from what she was wearing. Her reflection was wearing a hot, sexy black vinyl get-up, quite similar to the outfit she had worn back at the Summerslam PayPerView when Jericho had kissed her, complete with the matching black boots. She was wearing dark makeup, makeup that made her seem somewhat devilish, naughty. Her hair looked like it was dyed black, her nose was pierced, and her lips were smirking in quite an evil manner as she chewed a piece of gum.
"What the hell is going on?" Stephanie asked, looking down at her reflection's hand and noticing that her ever-present wedding band was absent.
"I have no clue, but if this is your other side then I think you should switch now," Jericho teased.
"Why?" she asked curiously.
"You're fuckin' hot," he said, looking at her reflection. "I mean, your image in the mirror is."
"That's who I am on the inside," she said quietly. She reached out and touched the mirror. She expected it to be cool, like most mirrors were, but this mirror was hot. She hadn't anticipated this heat, and she definitely hadn't anticipated what happened next.
Her evil reflection grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the mirror. She gasped as she was pulled into the mirror, but her gasp was cut short when her reflection slapped the hell out of her and she fell down, out cold. "Now you just stay put for the next few hours and let me go out and stretch my legs," Stephanie (the evil one) said. She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she jumped out of the mirror and landed right on her feet. She stretched a little, working out all the kinks in her muscles.
"Finally, I am free," she whispered. She looked around the room and her eyes rested on Jericho, who was just a few feet away. She walked over to him. "Well, look at you. It's Mr. I've-Got-Vitamin C," she said sarcastically.
"Stephanie?" Jericho asked, gulping. He had seen everything that had happened, but he wasn't so sure if he was dreaming or not. This kind of stuff didn't happen in real life, did it? DID IT?
"Don't call me Stephanie. I get offended. That's such a prissy little name when you pronounce it fully," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'd prefer if you shortened it. You know, Steph, Stephy, something like that."
"Ok, Stephy," he said. He couldn't help giving her the once-over, looking at her body. God, he was loving her in that vinyl!
"I can't help but notice how you're checking me out," she said seductively, in a throaty voice that he didn't recognize. She walked up to him and touched his chin. "Wanna do something about it, sexy?"
"You're married," he said, shaking his head. "Much too risky."
"Too risky? What kind of bullshit is that?" she asked him. He raised his eyebrows at her vulgar language. "Besides," she went on, "I don't wear my wedding band, so it doesn't even matter."
"Hunter would beg to differ," he said, still looking at her body. He really did like this evil version of Stephanie, the one that spoke her mind. And this had been hiding inside her for how long? How could he not have noticed this?
"Who gives a shit about Hunter? Not me," she said bluntly. She smiled at him, then pushed him roughly against the wall. "If you won't give me some Vitamin C then I guess I'll have to squeeze it out of you..." She boldly pushed her lips against his and attacked his mouth.
This was actually turning him on. She was so evil, powerful, dominant. She took control of the situation and went for what she wanted when she wanted it, and if it wasn't handed to her then she was going to take it. She was rough, and she wasn't innocent by far. He had to admit it: he liked it. He liked it a lot...
And so he kissed her back...
A/N: I don't know where the idea for this story came from, but it's here! Chapter 2 will be up some day in the future...