Title: Imaginary
Author: Mercy
E-mail: PynkAsylumPunk005@hotmail.com (If you want to e-mail me send it there or to Bubblysparkles05@aol.com
Rating: PG 13 at first but be warned that in a few chapters it will be raised to R.of course lol.
Spoilers: None really.. Eric Bishoff is in charge of both shows as the General Manager and Edge isn't injured. Jeff is not there. Gail Kim makes her debut.
Pairings: Stephanie/Marshall/Eminem, Lita/Jericho, Matt/ Gail Kim.
Disclaimer: Same ol' BS, different day. I don't own said characters. These people own themselves and WWE owns the WWE personalities. This is Vince's playground, I'm just fuckin' with it.
A/n: Sorry this story is so late in coming. But the point is that it's here right? On with the show!
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BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP!
"Steph." A deep grumbling voice rumbled into the darkness.
"Marsh." A feminine voice answered.
"Push the button."
"No." The woman whined back."
"Steph."
"Uh uh." The woman's voice responded. A shuffling in the darkness come along with Marshal sitting up in bed and swinging his legs over the edge. Rubbing his face with his hand he got up slowly and crossed to the bathroom. He looked back at the clock glowing green from the side of the bed. It read 3 am. He nodded and ran some water in the sink and splashed it on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror and quirked his head a bit to the side scractching the side of his face. The moonlight from the window hit a golden ring on his finger. He looked at it in utter confusion.
"What in the?" He leaned close and looked at the ring closely and examined it closely. The words 'Love Kim' scrolled across it. He blinked jumping back and looked back at his hand again to find the ring gone. Rubbing his palms together he shook his head and returned to the bedroom. He glanced over the sleeping body sprawled across the mattress and covered in sheets. He smiled and walked closer.
"Stephanie." He whispered and the woman rolled over covering her face with the numerous blankets. As he continued to her side he stumbled over something heavy and landed with a crash next to the nightstand.
"Ah, fuck!" He groaned and gripped the edge of the bed to stand. As he did so the sheets lifted uncovering a woman's physique. Gazing across the bed his eyes traveled slowly up the shapely legs and thighs of the woman. He breathed a sigh when they crossed the stomach and passed up to her chest while it rose and fell quietly. Getting back to his feet he knelt down on the bed and ran his fingers languidly up her arm. Gently he passed over her neck and touched her chin turning her face so he could look at her. As he did so a familiarity took over and he screamed when the eyes opened. Those were not her eyes. The blue orbs that looked back at him darkened maliciously and he was pulled down to the bed his body clothed in shock.
"W-w-ho are--?" He began to mumble into nothingness.
He stopped his question when the woman kneeled above him her hands wrapped harshly around his neck. The bed beneath him turned to liquid and he felt himself falling through a black mass of water. His throat was closing. His eyes rolled back into his head and he could barely utter a word. When he was able to he answered his last question.
"Kim."
Author: Mercy
E-mail: PynkAsylumPunk005@hotmail.com (If you want to e-mail me send it there or to Bubblysparkles05@aol.com
Rating: PG 13 at first but be warned that in a few chapters it will be raised to R.of course lol.
Spoilers: None really.. Eric Bishoff is in charge of both shows as the General Manager and Edge isn't injured. Jeff is not there. Gail Kim makes her debut.
Pairings: Stephanie/Marshall/Eminem, Lita/Jericho, Matt/ Gail Kim.
Disclaimer: Same ol' BS, different day. I don't own said characters. These people own themselves and WWE owns the WWE personalities. This is Vince's playground, I'm just fuckin' with it.
A/n: Sorry this story is so late in coming. But the point is that it's here right? On with the show!
____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________
BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP!
"Steph." A deep grumbling voice rumbled into the darkness.
"Marsh." A feminine voice answered.
"Push the button."
"No." The woman whined back."
"Steph."
"Uh uh." The woman's voice responded. A shuffling in the darkness come along with Marshal sitting up in bed and swinging his legs over the edge. Rubbing his face with his hand he got up slowly and crossed to the bathroom. He looked back at the clock glowing green from the side of the bed. It read 3 am. He nodded and ran some water in the sink and splashed it on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror and quirked his head a bit to the side scractching the side of his face. The moonlight from the window hit a golden ring on his finger. He looked at it in utter confusion.
"What in the?" He leaned close and looked at the ring closely and examined it closely. The words 'Love Kim' scrolled across it. He blinked jumping back and looked back at his hand again to find the ring gone. Rubbing his palms together he shook his head and returned to the bedroom. He glanced over the sleeping body sprawled across the mattress and covered in sheets. He smiled and walked closer.
"Stephanie." He whispered and the woman rolled over covering her face with the numerous blankets. As he continued to her side he stumbled over something heavy and landed with a crash next to the nightstand.
"Ah, fuck!" He groaned and gripped the edge of the bed to stand. As he did so the sheets lifted uncovering a woman's physique. Gazing across the bed his eyes traveled slowly up the shapely legs and thighs of the woman. He breathed a sigh when they crossed the stomach and passed up to her chest while it rose and fell quietly. Getting back to his feet he knelt down on the bed and ran his fingers languidly up her arm. Gently he passed over her neck and touched her chin turning her face so he could look at her. As he did so a familiarity took over and he screamed when the eyes opened. Those were not her eyes. The blue orbs that looked back at him darkened maliciously and he was pulled down to the bed his body clothed in shock.
"W-w-ho are--?" He began to mumble into nothingness.
He stopped his question when the woman kneeled above him her hands wrapped harshly around his neck. The bed beneath him turned to liquid and he felt himself falling through a black mass of water. His throat was closing. His eyes rolled back into his head and he could barely utter a word. When he was able to he answered his last question.
"Kim."