Stephanie sat in her office working through the tryout papers of the next newest diva. She was watching the TV from the tapes earlier and matching the names with their numbers. Stephanie went through the list quickly, crossing out names: Can't wrestle, no charisma, not in shape, looks like an ape, no charisma, too young, can't wrestle, needs an attitude adjustment, too emotional, can't act, no charisma, too old, looks like a man, can't wrestle, too cocky, not in shape, can't wrestle… Stephanie took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose, leaning back and closing her eyes, when she heard a knock on her door. "What?" she called out.

The door creaked open and Stephanie opened her eyes to see Trish frowning. "Is that any way to greet your best friend?"

Stephanie motioned for Trish to come in and she obeyed, closing the door behind her. She took a few steps in and stared at the pile of papers on her friend's desk. "Steph, what in the world is all that?"

"The profiles of about half a million women wanted to tryout for the diva position," Stephanie answered.

Trish snorted and grabbed the top half of the pile. "You're kidding."

"Since when do I joke about work?"

Trish nodded. "True, but Stephanie… I just thought that you had a dozen of girls to deal with. Not half the world," she said throwing the stack back on the desk.

"I know," Stephanie sighed. "I'm starting to regret opening my mouth about the diva thing."

"Yeah, but Steph, you were right," Trish said sitting down. "We need more active women. I'm so sick of fighting Amy and Mickie every damn week."

Stephanie raised an eyebrow and leaned forward. "Uh, Trish, what's wrong with you?"

"What?" Trish asked, confused.

"You're acting like a complete bitch right now."

"Nothing…"

"Patricia…"

Trish threw up her hands. "Okay, fine!" Stephanie smiled and leaned back in her chair as Trish glared at her. "You know I don't like that name," she muttered, folding her arms across her chest.

"Well?"

Trish sighed and looked down, avoiding Stephanie's gaze. "It's…Ron and I had a fight."

Stephanie stuided Trish closely then nodded slowly. "It happens," Stephanie shrugged. "I don't mean to be insensitive or anything, but what's the big deal?"

"I just don't think that he likes me wrestling anymore," Trish answered. "I mean, there's always the possbility that I could get hurt…"

"Is that what this is about?" Stephanie asked, leaning forward again and placing her hands folded on her desk. "Trish, if you or Ron are worried about you getting injuried, we can take care of that, put you out of action for a little while and go about your storyline differently."

"I know you could, but I also know how stressful it'll be on you…"

"Don't worry about me, Trish," Stephanie cut her off. "If you're feeling run down and you need a break, tell me."

"No, no. I'm fine," Trish assured her. "He's just worried that's all. And he's making such a big deal about it."

Stephanie watched Trish as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Well," Stepahnie said carefully, "Men will be men."

Trish forced herself to laugh. "Yeah, that's so true. Look, I gotta go and…uh, warm up for my match," she said, standing up. "Um, see ya?"

Stephanie nodded but Trish had already left. Stephanie stood as well and walked down the hallway as Raw's music cued on, signaling the beginning of the show. Stephanie looked around and noticed that Trish has vansished. She sighed and placed her hands on her hips wondering why Trish had left so suddenly and was acting weird when one of the crew members walked up to her. "The show's starting in two minutes, Mrs. McMahon."

Stephanie nodded and muttered, "Thanks," then walked back down the hallway again as she heard someone calling out to her. Stephanie turned around, but didn't stop, as John ran up to her. "What's the rush, John?"

"Nothing," he said finally catching up to her. He then frowned and stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

Stephanie sighed and glared at John, "Must you always do that to me?"

"What's the matter?" John asked, concerned.

"With what?"

"You know, don't you?"

"Know what?" Stephanie asked, becoming irriated.

"That the main event was changed," John answered.

"What?" Stephanie growled.

John swallowed hard and took a step back. "Ok, you didn't know."

Stephanie turned around and began power walking down the corridor. "Who changed it?" she demanded.

John trailed behind her and shrugged, "I dunno. I just got the script and on it it said that I wasn't the main event."

Stephanie turned around and held out her hand. "Lemme see it."

"Steph, I don't think…"

"Let me see it," Stephanie demanded.

John reached behind him in his pocket and handed Stephanie the rolled up script. She took one look at it then muttered, "Shane."


Shane sat on the corner of his desk and laughed in the phone. "Yeah, yeah, that's so true," he was saying. Shane turned as his office door burst open and a pissed off Stephanie and John Cena walked in. "Uh, baby, can I call you back?"

Shane closed his phone and looked as Stephanie, raising his hands. "Okay, Steph, I know what you're going to say…"

"Do you?" she challenged.

"Look, I changed the main event for a reason," Shane began.

"It better be a damned good reason, Shane," Stephanie spat, throwing the script at him. "I am the head writer. Me, not you! There is a reason I make the matchs and feuds!"

"Hey, I'm the co-General Manager too!" Shane said, defensively.

"That may be, but you could've at least asked me about it!"

Shane shook his head. "Please, the feud between DX and Rated RKO is much better than Cena's and Eddie's!"

"Who came up with those feuds, Shane?" Stephanie demanded.

"Cena does not have to be in the main event every god damn time!" Shane yelled.

Cena stepped forward beside Stephanie, "Dawg, I'm standing right here."

"No one can miss you, Cena," Shane spat.

"Whoa, what the hell does that mean?"

"Guys," Stephanie whispered. Both men stopped and looked at her smiling face. "I think I have an idea."

"What?" both men asked together. They then turned and glared at each other.

Stephanie grabbed John's hand and practically dragged him out of the office. "Come on, John. Shane, you can have the main event," she said quickly as they walked out. After the door closed, Shane stared at it for a few moments, completely perplexed by Stephanie's sudden change in her mood.

"What was that all about?" John demanded as they walked back to her office.

"I've got a great idea," Stephanie said as her eyes sparkled.

John caught the look and shook his head. "Aw, hell no. I know that look, McMahon and whatever it is; I want no part in it."

Stephanie stopped and looked at John. "You saw how Shane and I got into it, right?"

"Saw?" John repeated. "I was standing right there."

Stephanie nodded. "Well, the partners were right about one thing, the McMahon's haven't had that much on screen time."

John shrugged. "So…?"

"So, back when we had the Alliance, the ratings soared. All throughout Survivor Series each year we split the rosters into teams," Stephanie told him.

John frowned. "Not following you here, Steph."

"What if Shane and I led two separate teams each feuding with each other? It will blow the ratings right out of the water."

John rubbed his chin. "I dunno honestly. I mean, how're you gonna do that?"

Stephanie shrugged and continued walking again. "That's what I have to work out." John nodded when Stephanie turned back towards him. "Hey, John?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you noticed anything strange about Trish today?" Stephanie asked nervously.

John's thoughts immediately went back on the conversation that he and Trish had had on her retirement. But John only shook his head, "Nope. Why?"

Stephanie shrugged. "I'm not sure. I just have a feeling that something's 'off'."

"It's probably nothing," John said. "I've got to go, my match is up."

"Good luck."

John flashed her a smile. "The champ needs no luck."

Stephanie smiled and shook her head as she walked back into her office. She was greeted by a dozens of flowers sitting on her desk. Stephanie slowly walked in only to have massive and strong arms wrap around her waist. She didn't need to guess to know who it was. "You did all this?" she asked smiling.

"Yeah," Paul answered. "Mike and I have the main event tonight so we have ninety glorious minutes together…alone," he whispered in her ear.

Stephanie's smile grew wider. "I like that," she giggled and kicked the door closed, giving them privacy.