I take a deep breath, and knock on the door to Stephanie McMahon's office and wait for the response from the other side.
"Come in"
I walk in very tentatively, not knowing what mood Stephanie's gonna be in.
"Well hey Ted! What can I do for you?"
I guess that answers my question.
"Uh, Steph, I was just wondering if I could... take tonight off."
She puts down the paperwork she was reading and looks at me, slightly pissed off.
"Why?"
"Well, I wanted to spend tonight with Maryse..." I curse myself for getting so embarrassed about that last part. Stephanie sighs.
"No, you can't have the night off Ted." I look at the floor in annoyance. "You're already booked for a match tonight and you know I can't change that."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Is that all, Ted?"
"Who's my match against?"
"You'll just have to wait and see."
She smiles at me, and it turns my stomach a bit. Stephanie is reasonable most nights, but she is still a McMahon, and she could have anything in store for me.

I walk down the corridor once again, angry. I speed past the Diva's locker room like usual. Once I get a few steps away, I stop, and go back. Even just standing there staring at the door makes me nervous. So many of the guys, including Cody, have tried to pursue Maryse at one stage or another. I, on the other hand, always thought of her as just a friend. Up until about two weeks ago anyway. I watched her match against Jillian Hall, which is something I never do, and it was… Well, she looked so hot. So arrogant in an adorable way. Even when she was kicking Jillian's ass. And I was intrigued. The door opens, and Maryse steps out. She looks shocked.
"Hey Ted…"
"Hey… Where are you going?"
"I have a match soon."
"Oh, me too."
Maryse smiles and touches my arm.
"Maybe I'll see you after you win"
She walks off, and I find myself watching her perfect body as she does.

I'm standing in the ring, and right now, all I can think about is who my opponent could possibly be.
And then, the all-too-familiar music filled the arena, and I gape in disbelief.
After a moment, Maryse steps out from the curtain, and my eyes widen. This can't be happening. Why would Stephanie put me in a match against Maryse?
"Introducing his opponent, from Montreal, Quebec, Maryse!"
Oh my God. This makes no sense, at all. Maryse steps into the ring cautiously and steps towards me a bit. The sound of the bell signaling the start of the match makes me feel physically ill.
"Ted, what's going on?"
"Just..." I look into her eyes and notice how scared she is. Scared, most likely, that I'm actually going to fight her. This can't be happening. Maryse looks at me with desperation. I get down on my knees, and slowly lie down on the canvas. Maryse carefully gets down and pins me, 1, 2, 3. The bell rings, and I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that could've turned out a lot worse. Maryse smiles gratefully and gives me a hug. I hug her back, stroking her long blonde hair, glad that she's safe, at least, for now.

I storm down the hallway like a man possessed and push Stephanie McMahon's door open without even knocking. I'm too fucking pissed to care about knocking.
"Why would you put me in a match against Maryse?"
"Ted-"
"You know, that's just-It's sick, that's what it is, to expect that I would wrestle her!"
"TED! First of all, knock next time. Second, I didn't book that match."
"You're in charge. Why would you let anyone else book your matches?"
"I can't put Maryse in a match, because I don't own her contract"
I feel my mouth fall open in shock.
"Who does then?"
"I'm not at liberty to tell you. If he or she wants to disclose who they are, they will. But for now-" She gestures towards the open door. I take the hint and walk out, confused as hell.
Who owns Maryse's contract?