Author's
Notes: Hey y'all!! Thanks for all the reviews –
keep them coming!! Here's the next part – hopefully I'll have posted the next
one by the end of the weekend. Just one other thing to say: I've rearranged the
order of the matches at No Way Out; instead of having Austin/HHH in the middle,
I've put it at the end just before the title match. The tag-title match is
before these two but after the Steph/Trish match.
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I was not happy. To say I was mad was an understatement. I'm a McMahon dammit! No one but no one speaks to me like that ever!!
I was all set for charging in there and telling Hunter that, when I heard voices coming from around the corner – and one of them was my Dad's. Boy, did he sound angry!! Normally, I'd just march right up there and join Dad in having a go at whoever it was that had upset him, but something stopped me. Maybe it was Hunter's words about how mad he (Dad) was at me for taking Trish out. Or it could be that I just wasn't ready to face another angry male member of my family yet. So this time I settled for listening in secretly.
You know people tell you that only
bad things will happen through listening in on other people's conversations?? I
never used to believe it, but now I'm not too sure. Because what I heard made
my world spin. My Dad wanted a mixed tag-match pitching me and Regal against
him and Trish!!
At first I was too shocked to
react. I mean, I was meant to be Daddy's Little Girl!! I was his Princess!!!
And now I had to get in the ring and fight him???? When I finally
realised that I had to go and persuade him out it, he'd already stormed off,
leaving a flabbergasted Regal behind. "What the hell was that about!" I
screeched at him. "What did you say to him that made him book such a…a … heinous
match?"
"Umm, Stephanie – Miss McMahon –
Mrs Helmsley, I…I have no idea what made your father do this! I mean, I thought
he wanted me to help you win your match! Not that you wouldn't have won the
match by yourself of course, but as…as…" he floundered, desperately thinking of
a way to get his butt-kissing back on track.
"Well, William" I stated calmly, seeing him visibly relax. "I guess there's only one thing left to do." With that I drew back my arm and with all the force I could put behind it, slapped him. "Now get your sorry ass over to wherever my Dad and the Slut are staying and talk him out of it!!"
Needless to say, he high-tailed it
out of there as fast as he could. Having one McMahon out to make his life hell
was bad enough but two? Even he wasn't that much of a fool.
Having successfully pulled off an
ego trip, I debated what to do next. Hunter still had to have his match with
Austin and until that was over, I didn't particularly want to face him. Don't
get me wrong, I know my husband would never deliberately hurt me either
physically or mentally, but this match with Austin – well really everything
to do with Austin - had him on edge.
Speaking of Edge, it was then that
I ran into my two favourite Canadians. "Yo Steph! How's it going??" asked
Christian.
"I'm fine, thanks. Did you see my
match earlier?" I asked, knowing that these two never missed an opportunity to
butt-kiss. Hey, what can I say; my ego needed a little massaging.
"Of course. You totally reeked of
awesomeness!! And can I just say that you are so the queen of
domination!!" replied Edge.
"Thank you!!" I said, glad that
somebody appreciated my obvious superiority and natural in-ring ability.
"Look Stephanie," Edge began "We'd
love to stay and chat -"
"Cause you have multitudinal
coolness" butted in Christian.
"- but our match against the
Dudleyz and Taker and Kane for the Tag-Team Titles is next and we really should
be going."
Both looked at me quizzically as
if expecting me to say something like 'Actually the match has been cancelled
and I've decided to give the belts to you' or 'If you want, I'll come
and interfere in the match to make sure you win' or even something as
simple as 'Haven't you heard? Taker and Kane missed their flight so they're
not gonna be here'. Instead I just said, "Oh well, good luck. Maybe I'll
see you afterwards?" and walked away. I almost had to laugh when I turned round
and saw the expressions on their faces – both looked like I'd sentenced them to
100 years as Mick Foley's personal servants.
I was glad I'd run into them
though; they had given me an idea of where I could go. Silently chuckling, I
continued to walk the corridors until I found the room I had been looking for.
After knocking and hearing a "Who is it?" I opened the door and said,
"Hey Kurt. It's me. You all set
for tonight?"