Don't hit me. I know I really have no business posting anything new. God knows I have enough stories to update but this one wasn't my idea. This was a request by Lita101Matt101. It's basically the McMahon Helmsley era but in character. I've never done that before so it's pretty exciting and a little scary lol. I'm also going to do it from Hunter and Stephanie's POV taking turn about each chapter. I just hope I can do it justice.

Oh and while I'm here I want to say thank you to everyone who has been leaving feedback. It really means a lot and it's totally appreciated. I also won't admit that the reason I haven't thanked you before now is because I didn't know how to add in this little header lol. Anyway thanks so much :)

Chapter 1

Hunter

"There will be no wedding tonight."

My voice echoes in my mind repeating the words I had spoken only a short while ago. I smirk confidently as I walk towards the guerrilla position. The place is eerily quiet and the only activity is people standing around watching the backstage monitors. I catch a glimpse of one and see that stupid fucker Test watching his little bride. He's got a smile on his face and I take great satisfaction in knowing I'm about to wipe right back off.

See, no one really believed me when I told them there would be no wedding. It was obvious in the faces of everyone around me tonight that they doubted my word. They all thought I was blowing smoke out my ass just to wind up Vince. No one took my threat seriously. Well that was their first mistake because my days of just winding up Vince are over. The jokes are over. It's time to get serious and show the entire world that I'm not the only one around here that can make my business personal. In fact I'm going to take personal to a whole other level and prove to everyone that no one screws with the Game and gets away with it. And my first victim? You got it. One Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Yep. The taste of my revenge is going to be so sweet.

I shuffle my feet impatiently waiting for my moment. I can feel a couple of the other wrestlers standing watching me warily as I cockily adjust the white rose in my lapel. They know why I'm here or at least they think they know. Really, they can have no idea of the bombshell I'm about to deliver. It's my secret. Well mine and Stephanie's.

I resist the urge to laugh out loud as I think about Daddy's little princess. Vince's little girl only she's not such a little girl any more. I mean I'd have to be totally blind not to notice that Stephanie is all grown up into a very beautiful woman by all accounts; a beautiful woman desperate to seek revenge on her father. Well I know all about revenge. It was definitely fate when I saw her sitting in that hotel bar that night. Well fate and my sick need to get under her skin. I enjoyed screwing with the McMahons and Stephanie was no exception. So I approached her with all intents and purposes of letting her know that I was going to beat the living hell out of her father at Armageddon. However her surprised smile made my opening retort stick in the back of my throat.

"Hunter. Funny. I was just thinking about you." she had said.

My brow had furrowed in confusion not sure why Stephanie McMahon would be thinking about me at all. At least not in the way she appeared to be thinking about me anyways. Her big blue eyes had sparkled brightly as she invited me to take a seat beside her. On the surface she appeared polite and friendly. It got me intrigued as to why. After all her father hated my guts and I didn't think I would be on Stephanie's most popular list either, not after being the man behind an attack that had injured both her and her family not so long ago.

"I've got a proposition for you."

That had definitely grabbed my attention. I sat in complete silence as Stephanie unveiled her plans; plans which would hurt her father and pay him back for all the hurt and pain he had put her through almost a year ago. It was a betrayal that had cut her deep. So deep she was prepared to align herself with the devil himself. Or at least that's the way people would see it. I didn't give a fuck. All I cared about was getting my chance to screw over Vince and in turn getting what I wanted the most. The WWF title. And hey, if had to marry some chick to get it, then so be it. Not that Stephanie was just some chick. She was the boss' daughter and one of the heirs to the McMahon empire. That gave me more power and leverage than I had ever dreamt possible. In fact I would get a thrilling rush every time I thought about it.

"……… let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

The voice from the monitor grabs my attention. That's my cue and I let out a satisfied sigh knowing it's time.

My mouth curls into an arrogant smirk as my music hits and I push my way through the curtain. I can feel the thousands of pairs of eyes watching me, holding their breath. But I don't care about those thousands of people. There is only one pair of eyes I see and they're staring right back at me. Stephanie's face is filled with such hatred part of me might have doubted her if I hadn't seen the flicker of vengeance beforehand. My darling wife wants this every bit as much as I do, maybe even more. Her desire is like an aphrodisiac and thoughts of Stephanie naked in my bed momentarily fill my head. The taste of her sweet skin prickles my tongue. The thought of her hot tight walls surrounding me makes me shiver with my own desire. Christ. I want her every bit as badly as I want the WWF championship belt around my waist. Nothing or no one was going to stop me from getting that title.

"Asshole…….asshole…….asshole……."

I pretend to glare angrily into the crowds as they chant their abuse. Secretly it thrills me and the adrenaline rushes through me as I bring the microphone to my lips. It was time to reveal Stephanie was my wife. It was time for the McMahon Helmsley era to begin.