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Am I dead?
It was the question that was rolling around in Stephanie's head. It was a question that she wasn't sure if she could answer or not. She sure felt like she was dying, but she felt that way after her accident, so how was this any different? She saw everything; her whole life and everyone that was a part of it. Trish, her best friend; John, her rock, her support; Amy, her goofy friend; Adam, the peacemaker of the group; Randy, the party boy; Michael, the foundation of the group; Shane, the most honest human begin and best brother she could ever have; Her mother, the one person she trusted and loved the most; Her father, if there ever were words to describe him, Stephanie had none. Her father was the must unique person she knew. So many times he would piss her off, then others she was simply his 'little princess'. And Paul; her husband, her lover, and her life. She couldn't imagine leaving him to care for a child, to continue his life without her. She knew it was selfish, but she didn't care. She wanted to stay, she didn't want to leave. Not now; not ever.
Paul stood outside Stephanie's door and waited as John came out. He took a glance at John's defeated expression. Paul never knew this side of Cena; it was the vulnerable side, the heartrending side. He always knew John as a optimistic person, someone who could walk into a room and turn the attention onto him. Someone that always had a smile on his face and was always cracking jokes. Not this John. This John was tired, he was having an emotional breakdown and he was letting his guilt and dread eat him up.
John locked gazes with Paul and then walked away. Paul watched him walk down the hall and punch the wall. Paul opened the door and walked in the room seeing Stephanie look up slightly and smile at him.
"Hey," she whispered.
Paul smiled and kissed her forehead. "Hey beautiful. How're they treating you?"
"Like a princess."
"Good," Paul said as he pulled over a chair and sat next to his wife. He grabbed her hand and kissed it then rubbed her hair absently. "We have a baby girl."
Stephanie grinned. "So I heard."
Paul watched Stephanie and took note of how weak she sounded and looked. It seemed like she was fighting just to stay awake and it burned a hole inside of Paul. "We need a name," he said softly.
"I…thought of one," she said slowly.
"Oh yeah?"
Stephanie nodded. "Yeah. How about…Aurora?"
Paul smiled at Stephanie. "I think that's perfect, Steph."
"Aurora…Rose…Levesque."
"Fitting for a princess," Paul smirked.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes as the heart monitor continued to beep, only much slowly then before. Paul noticed how Stephanie was gazing up, towards the ceiling, and how glazy her eyes were. He hoped it was the pain killers that were doing that to her and nothing else.
"Paul?"
He looked up at her as she was now staring at him and squeezed her hand smiling at her. "Yeah?"
"Will you forgive me?" she asked sorrowfully.
Paul frowned. "What for?"
"For everything." Paul watched as tears fell onto Stephanie's cheeks. "For being a bitch…for…cheating on you…for never believing in you enough…not listening…"
"Steph…are you kidding me?" he asked in disbelief. "You have been my rock through all these years. It's like…when we first met, it was just a storyline. We were just pretending to be in love. Working with you through those years it made me realize that I didn't want to let you go. I wanted to know you even more. I wanted to show you off to everyone. It has nothing to do with money, or power, or our jobs. It had everything to do with you and nothing to do with me. I love you so much Stephanie that…words can't even describe it."
Stephanie smiled weakly and touched his cheek. "I think they just did."
Paul chuckled. "Yeah well, we all know how I can be with words," he joked.
Stephanie giggled. "My big teddy bear."
Paul laughed. "I'm being compared to a stuffed animal now?"
"Yeah…but you're my teddy bear…and no one else's."
Paul leaned in and kissed Stephanie. "I'll always be yours Stephanie. Forever."
Stephanie looked deep into his eyes. "Paul…I don't want you to stop living your life for me. It's not fair."
Paul shook his head. "No…this isn't fair Stephanie. You don't deserve this. We don't deserve this."
Stephanie shrugged. "These things happen. I'm not immune to them, Paul."
Stephanie wiped the tears that fell from Paul's eyes. "Steph…I don't want you to go. We…we can find another way. We can…save you."
By this time Paul was so emotional, he was choking on his words. Stephanie grabbed him, as forcefully as she could, and he hugged her protectively. "I don't want you to go," he kept repeating. "I don't want to lose you. I love you. Please don't leave. Please don't leave me…"
Stephanie didn't know when she stopped hearing him and began to hear the heart monitor beep rapidly, forming a flat line on the monitor. She heard Paul yell and sob and suddenly she realized that her chest felt like it was on fire…she wasn't breathing. She was going into cardiac arrest. It was time. She felt the presence of other people. Everyone came rushing in. The doctors, her family, and her friends. The doctors had to pry Paul away from Stephanie, but she wouldn't let go. She held onto her hand and mouthed to him; 'Let me go, Paul. Please. Let go'.
He held Stephanie's gaze until her eyelids fell as Paul was continually shaking his head and refusing to let her go. He looked around the room. Everyone was crying and Linda and Vince were in hysterics. He felt like he was dreaming; as if he was looking down at his own body, as well as everyone else, from above. He felt helpless; he was frozen in place, in time. He saw John grab one of the doctors forcefully and shove them to Stephanie's side shouting, "Help her!" Paul watched as they opened Stephanie's gown to reveal her bra and they shocked her with the paddles. He wanted to stop them to say that she had made up her mind and that he needed to respect it, but he couldn't speak. They shocked her again and still nothing. Paul fell to his knees as the realization hit him hard…Stephanie was dead.
22 YEARS LATER
Paul woke up to hearing voices downstairs. Frowning, he looked at the clock, which read one in the afternoon, and sighed as he forced himself out of the bed. He slipped a shirt over his chest and went downstairs as he rubbed his eyes. "Ouch…dammit!" he cursed as he hit his toe on the wood railing. "Who fucking built the stairs like that?" he yelled in pain. He hopped his way downstairs into the kitchen where he saw three women standing in the kitchen talking amongst themselves.
One of the women, a slender browned headed blue eyed beauty, looked at Paul with concern. "Are you alright Dad?"
He waved it off and shrugged. "I'm fine." The other two women, a brunette and blond, laughed at him. "You think that's funny?" he sneered at them.
"I think it's hilarious," the blonde said. "The former ten time champion is bitching about a toe."
Aurora laughed in amusement. "Yeah Dad, didn't you like hurt your leg two different times?"
"Yes…but I got through it."
"Just like you'll get through the stubbed toe," Amy agreed smiling.
Paul pointed at her. "Even though I know that was sarcasm, at least you said it nicer than Trish."
"Hey! I resent that!"
"Resent what?" a new voice said.
Aurora smiled and leapt at the new voice, hugging him tightly. "Uncle Shane!"
Shane smiled at his niece. "Wow, you haven't been this excited since you started dating that guy."
"What guy?" Paul asked angrily and stunned.
Aurora shot Shane a look and he swallowed hard. "Did I say guy? I meant to say…buy. Since she bought that, uh, thing."
Trish shook her head. "You just totally ratted her out."
Shane shrugged and looked at them sheepishly. "Did you get it?" Amy asked him.
"What?" Aurora asked.
Shane nodded and held up his car keys. "They're in the trunk."
"What?" Aurora asked again.
Paul grabbed his daughters hand and led her outside to Shane's BMW. "We have something I'd like you to see."
Everyone followed Paul and Aurora outside as her eyes lit up seeing John, Adam, Michael, Randy and her grandmother all waiting outside, leaning on their cars.
"It's about time," Randy grumbled. "We've been waiting out here for hours!"
John raised his eyebrow at Randy. "No we haven't."
"Yeah man, we just got here," Adam added.
Randy frowned. "Well…it felt like hours."
Aurora giggled at them as Shane opened his trunk. She looked inside and frowned. "You want me to watch a bunch of DVD's?" she asked in shock. "You know they're outdated right?"
"Don't worry," Paul said. "I have a DVD player that'll play them."
Aurora picked up one and looked at it. "What is it?"
Everyone looked at Paul as he spoke. "Your mother," he said simply.
Aurora's face fell as she placed it back in the box carefully, then took out the box, and turned to her father. "Then let's watch."
Paul smiled and they all walked into his house. John brought in huge bowls of popcorn as everyone took there place in the living room as Paul played the first DVD on the big screen. Aurora's eyes widened at the first video that she saw played; Stephanie kicking good 'ol JR right where the sun don't shine. "That's my mother?" she asked in incredulity.
Paul chuckled to himself. "Yep…that's her."
"Wow…I love her already."
Everyone laughed as they continued to watch the DVD's, each smiling to each other, knowing that throughout all these years…Stephanie was with them each step.
On May, 14 2006, Stephanie McMahon and Mindy Rubinstein competed in the first ever Women's Three Stages of Hell match, pulling an all-time favorite and marking Stephanie as the most dominant female in wrestling history.
On May 28, Stephanie expected her second child; her first died in a car accident before she gave birth.
On September 30, Trish married Ron; Stephanie was her Maid of Honor.
At six twenty seven on the evening on January 13, 2007, Aurora Rose Levesque was born in Greenwich, Connecticut.
On January 13, 2007, at ten after eight, Stephanie Marie McMahon-Levesque died.
On January 18, Amy announced her retirement from Wrestling.
On April 1, 2007, Paul made his return at Wrestlemania.
On May 7, a little over a month later, Paul retired from the WWE.
On August 28, Trish gave birth to a baby girl and named her Stephanie, in honor of her late friend
On September 7 2007, John retired from the WWE and moved back home.
One month later, he married the same woman that Stephanie hooked him up with one year ago.
In December, Randy married his sweetheart; John was his best man and Paul, Trish, the McMahon's, Amy, Adam, and Aurora were guests at the ceremony.
On February 20, 2008, Vincent Kennedy McMahon died from a heart attack.
One month later, Amy Copeland gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl.
John Cena released his second rap album; it came in at number four on the charts and his first single off the album, a song to which he dedicated to Stephanie, stayed at number one for three months.
On April 17, 2008, Paul Levesque, John Cena, Trish Stratus, Amy Dumas, and Stephanie McMahon were inducted in the Hall of Fame.
On November 27th, 2008, Paul released the publishing of a diary of Stephanie's he found months after her death. The entries were put into chapters as it detailed her life with Paul, her friends and the WWE. The book hit number one upon it's release and still holds the spot to this day.
"My name is Stephanie McMahon-Hemsley! Get it right J.R.!"
"If it wasn't for The Rock, I would still be your WWF Women's Champion. I held the women's championship for four months, twenty five days, twenty two hours, and forty seven minutes, and I always carried the championship with dignity, honor and pride. And now, who is your women's champion? A tattooed, lowlife, low class bimbo!
"I am the most dominant female in this industry!"
"So, you all think I'm a bitch, huh? Well, you're right. Because The Bitch…is back!"
-Stephanie McMahon
Did we create a modern myth
Did we imagine half of it
Would happen in a thought from now
Save yourself
Save yourself
The secret is out
The secret is out
To buy the truth
And sell a lie
The last mistake before you die
So don't forget to breathe tonight
Tonight's the last so say good-bye
The secret is out x4
Good-bye x16
Good-bye
- A Modern Myth 30 Seconds To Mars