Chapter 2

Confident that I had now successfully set my plan in motion, I strode through the backstage area to meet up with the writing team. There of course were many things to discuss after my meeting with Kelly. On my way there, I ran into my outwardly obnoxious brother, who bounded up to me like a little school girl (gee, no wonder people call him a pussy).

"Well?" He asked me.

"Well what?" Although I knew he wanted to find out if I had spoken to Kelly, I thought I'd give him a little attitude before giving up any information. He rolled his eyes at me to show how annoyed he was.

"Did you have a conversation with Kelly Kelly?"

"Of course I did Shane. Isn't that what you wanted?" Shane smiled at me, as I continued. "Kelly will be your escort to the ring tonight. She'll basically be playing your little trophy, so you can show off to the entire world." Shane's smile got even bigger.

"Awesome. Guess we'll have to practice being a couple." He said with a little wink. I rolled my eyes without him looking. Before leaving, he lovingly massaged my shoulder. I suppose he was trying to show his appreciation for what I had done. That's kind of how things work with Shane, as long as you are doing something for him, he's the most loving brother in the world. The minute you do something he doesn't approve of, watch out, the guy will be a total ass.

"That's my girl Steph, I knew you'd pull through for me. Now, I better go get that nice piece of ass. Sorry, that was rude, I meant Kelly." He then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Before he left, I had one more piece of information to fill him in on. Call it a "teaser" of things to come.

"Oh Shane, one more thing, there's a special surprise waiting for the both of you later tonight." Shane turned and looked at me with his arms folded.

"Don't play with me Steph. You know I don't like surprises." Shane's voiced turned chilly for a moment, but I didn't let it bother me. I had focus.

"Come on Shane, you can trust me. I'm your sister." Shane's smile returned and he was off to get his prize. I, on the other hand, had some phone calls to make and some scripts to rewrite.

Once I completed my meeting with the writing staff, I sent them scurrying to make copies of the new script for the production crew, talent and director. I would personally hand deliver a copy of the script to my dad for his review, making sure to leave out certain parts for my own protection. Once the writers were gone, and I was alone, I picked up the phone and dialed the number I had saved in my own private book of contacts. One that my darling husband wasn't aware I had owned. My conversation with the person on the other end was short, to the point and all business. In order to make this whole thing entertaining, he was going to have to be a part of my little game plan. As I hung up the phone, I heard a knock at the door. A bit startled, I shoved my little book of numbers in my purse and called for the person to enter.

When the door opened, in came my husband Triple H. I rolled my eyes as he walked in with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Hey baby, what's up?" He asked me in his normal Neanderthal tone.

"Just finished meeting with the writing team." I responded casually. As he moved closer to me, he reached out his hand for mine. He was already dressed for the opening segment of the show, which meant he was all baby oiled up, his hair was wet, and he had his trademark black wrestling trunks on. Now I know some ladies like the sweaty, unkempt, Speedo look, but I do not. When he grabbed my hand, it was wet and disgusting. He wrapped his arms around me and now I was the one wearing the baby oil. I did everything in my power not to kick him away from me.

"Kiss for good luck?" He asked me with a crooked smile. I of course obliged, not wanting to make a scene and just wanting him to leave as soon as possible. As he left to deliver his opening monologue to the crowd I thought to myself, he really isn't that bad of a guy. Just not my type. Was he egocentric? Maybe a little. Boring and predictable? You bet. But in some ways, the guy did have charm and seemed to genuinely care for me. The only problem is he's not the man I wanted to marry. Chris Irvine is the one for me.

When I met Chris there was an instant connection. He was not intimidated by my last name like most guys on the roster. He made me laugh just by the way he teased me. Our conversations came so easily and natural, that you would've thought we've known each other since the day we were born. At the time, I had yet to establish myself as the head of the creative team, but those on the writing staff saw the chemistry between us and felt it needed to be worked into the storylines. So what did they do? They made us arch enemies. Chris was always trying to one up on me, me always trying to one up on Chris. Chris even made a little game out of it. For every time he could manage to call me a "slut" on the air, I would owe him a drink later that night. I think his record stands at four. Needless to say, he got pretty wasted that night. Everything was going along perfectly until Shane butted his nose in where it didn't belong. As Chris and I started getting closer and closer, Shane would pay more and more attention to what I was doing. Almost like keeping tabs on me. I'm convinced that, that is why I was asked to play Hunter's wife in the storylines. Shane knew that if he paired me up with his good pal Triple H, he could keep track of where I was and what I was doing at all times.

Then one day, as I passed Chris in the hallway, he barely looked at me. I asked him if he was upset over something and his reply was, "Don't act like we're buddies Steph. Your brother told me how you really feel. I thought what we had was real, but obviously I was mistaken." Needless to say I was shocked. I had no idea what he was talking about. I could only stand there speechless (that's right, for once in my life, speechless). Before walking away, Chris said one more thing.

"By the way, you can tell your brother to call his buddies off, I won't be bothering you any more."

And that was it. The end of one of the most beautiful relationships, with one of the most beautiful men, I have ever had. Shortly thereafter, I started spending more time with Triple H and the rest is history.

As I look back at that time, I feel only regret. For years now my brother Shane has gotten everything he's asked for, at the cost of my happiness and I'm sure many others. I may never get a chance with Chris again, but at least, if all goes well, I can give Shane a taste of his own medicine.