All Good Things Come to an End
The Conclusion to Lovers TriAngle Series
A WWF Fanfiction by Sassy Lil Scorpio
Disclaimer: The author makes no claim of ownership to any wrestling personas used in this story. No money gain is made from this. All names belongs to WWF Inc.
Chapter 1 - When It's All Said and Done…
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley waited a few minutes after Triple H had left in his usual heated fits. They had argued all the way back to their hotel room. He accused of her of cheating on him and sleeping with Kurt Angle behind his back. She hotly denied it and when she did, her heart nearly rammed itself out of her chest. Just friends? He asked her in his demeaning cold-hearted way. You call out his name in bed and expect me to believe you guys are just friends? Steph couldn't say anything as her guilt choked her and took her breath away. The phone had rang in their middle of their fighting and she knew it was Angle from the way her husband's hand choked the receiver. His knuckles had paled and he shouted at the Olympian on the other line. Then he slammed down the receiver and the phone fell off the desk. He left the room for a few minutes and then came back and told her that he had confronted her Gold meddling Medallist in the elevator. He had sounded content about making Kurt taste his fists.
"Don't you dare leave this room tonight. Be a good girl and stay right here. I'm going to go hunt down an Angle," Triple H had told her before he raced out the room with his sledgehammer.
He had been gone for over a half an hour. She was by herself in the room. I have to find Kurt and warn him…before Hunter gets to him. She crept to where the phone had fell on the carpet. At first, she wasn't going to call him because it might make the situation worse. But she had to—otherwise Kurt might blame her for Hunter's ravage. Well, Kurt wouldn't blame her; he seemed too nice for that. No, Stephanie would blame her self. Finally, with tears sliding down her cheeks, she gathered the nerve to call him. She dialed his room number and waited patiently. The phone rang two times. She became afraid that Kurt wasn't there or that he wasn't going to pick up when on the third ring, he answered the phone.
"Kurt…"
She tried not to cry and asked him to meet her in the ballroom. They had some serious issues to discuss. From far away, he was asking her if she were okay and if she needed him to come over. Then he asked about Hunter.
"Hunter left for a little while." She kept glancing over her shoulder as if expecting him to walk in on her.
Kurt agreed to meet her in the ballroom. Stephanie hung up the phone. She went to the bathroom and washed her face. She stared at her reflection for a long time and saw dark circles under her eyes. A red love blotch swelled below her neck. Kurt Angle had left his personal hicky there. Luckily, her purple shirt covered it enough so that Hunter hadn't noticed it. She glanced around once more. Steph left the room and locked the door behind her.
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Kurt Angle slinked around the hallways of the hotel. He was going to use the elevator, but then thought better of it. He didn't want another confrontation with Triple H again. He took the stairs to reach the first floor. He knew it was a fire escape, but if it prevented him from meeting up with his friend's husband, then all the more use for it. It was more like a "Hunter escape." A few minutes later he reached the first floor and opened up the door allowing him entrance onto the main hall of the Marriott. Where did Steph ask to meet him again? In the ballroom. Of all the places to meet, why the grand ballroom with its huge chandeliers that dripped sparkling crystal? Maybe they could meet there and then go to another part. Maybe the meeting room suites? He would soon find out. Kurt strolled into the lobby where the huge golden-framed painting of sailboats floating on a blue bay stood out like sore thumb. Nearby, there was an entrance and two love seats. He heard a muffled giggle from behind the love seat.
"Sssshhh, you're gonna make lots of noise!"
"Aww, Moll."
"Aww, nothing. Silly lily!"
He walked over to the sofa. Molly Holly and Spike Dudley popped up at the same time like twin jack-in-the-boxes. Kurt was shocked and expected them to ask him what he was doing in their secluded love-meeting place.
"Good golly, Molly Holly," Kurt mocked the petite blonde woman. "Did I interrupt something?"
Spike furrowed his eyebrows upset at the Olympian for making fun of his girlfriend.
"You didn't interrupt anything. Now go away!" Spike rose from the seat.
Molly put her hand on his chest.
"Don't talk like that. That's meanie talk."
"I thought Romeo and Juliet was famous for its balcony scene, but you guys are pathetic! Hiding behind love seats. Shakespeare would turn in his grave. It's true, it's true."
Spike raised a clenched fist to Kurt's face.
"At least I'm not messing with another man's wife."
"Spikey!" Molly chirped excitedly.
"I'm sorry," he hung his head down in complete shame for stooping low to Kurt's level.
Kurt took a few steps back wounded from the low blow Spike had hurdled his way. He couldn't believe the Dudley struck a nerve in him. Then he smiled with cocky content.
"Before you start giving me moral lectures lil Spikey, go buy yourself a new pair of glasses. Because that tape isn't going to hold it for long, I can promise you that."
"You bast—" Spike started when Molly held a finger to her lips silencing him. He stopped his verbal attack.
"Spike. Don't listen to him. He's just a mean meanie with nothing better to do."
"I'm a meanie? I think not. I am an Olympic Gold Medallist."
"That's nice and we are happy for you," Molly nodded her head.
"You should be."
"Right now, Spike and I are just having fun. So please be nice and go about your own way. We won't bother you again, Mr. Angle."
Again with the 'Mr. Angle.' Kurt cringed at the sound of it. Stephanie must've spoken to Molly recently for her to refer to the Olympic Hero by his last name.
Kurt Angle grinned as he walked away from the love doves. He heard Molly Holly and Spike Dudley fussing with each other and then it grew quiet. He went around the corner and walked down a long hallway with fancy candelabras attached to the walls. He stopped and read in gold engraving over two huge double doors: Grand Ballroom. Kurt tried the door handles, but they were both locked.
"There you are. They're locked. Why don't we go to the Skylight Café?"
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley stood behind Kurt and gestured down the hallway. He nearly jumped when he saw her and they walked down the hallway together in silence. There was much to be said, but it would all come out soon. Kurt reached for Steph's hand and she pulled away from him. He stared at his hand as if it were on fire.
"Steph?"
She said nothing as she entered a section with green carpeting, her steps quick and soft. There was a refreshment stand and Kurt brought himself a bottle of cool spring water. He asked for two plastic cups, one for him and Steph. Kurt's eyes scanned the deserted café. Stephanie sat at a redwood table in the corner. He walked over and took a seat across from her.
"Would you like some?" He held up the plastic cup and poured water for himself.
"No thank you."
Her fingers traced the patterns on the table. Kurt placed a deck of cards between them.
"Let's play cards. Are you up for a game of 'I Declare War'? Spades?"
Her hair shadowed the smile that sneaked up on her face. He sat back in his chair and waited for her response. Sappy love music played over the public announcement system while he shuffled the cards.
"So I guess it's 'I Declare War' then?"
She didn't say anything as Kurt dealt the cards. When he finished, he looked up at her, expecting her to start the game. She pulled out an eight of spades. He drew out a five of hearts. She snatched them away eagerly and grinned; her eyes sparkled mischievously. In the next draw, he got her cards with a Jack of diamonds and defeated her lowly three of clubs. They kept on playing for a while with no words exchanged between them. The brief noise of cards being swept over to the winning opponent of whoever pulled out the largest valuable card continued for fifteen more minutes. Finally, both Kurt and Steph pulled out the same card: a ten of diamonds.
"Are you ready to declare war?" She asked him.
He looked up in shock. It was the first thing she said to him the entire time they'd been playing the card game.
"Sure am." He smiled at her as he began to draw out his three cards and waited patiently with the fourth card that would declare if he had won the war or not.
"I…de-clare…war!" Stephanie said slowly and at 'war!' she smacked down her fourth card with the image showing.
A queen of hearts.
The blood red hearts waited for their destiny to be foretold.
Kurt placed his card out slowly and deliberately.
A king of hearts.
Steph looked up at him and he looked at her. Her eyes sunk into black oblivion and darkened. His blue eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Quietly, he gathered her cards and mixed them with his little victory collection. The king had conquered the queen. Kurt couldn't help feeling he had conquered Stephanie as well, not only in cards, but also in other instances.
"Kurt…can we please talk?"
"Sure."
He put the cards away in the box, knowing the game was over.
She was silent for a moment.
He waited for her to express her heart.
"What happened tonight…between you and I in your room…that was a one time thing. We can't let that ever happen again."
Kurt opened his mouth to say something and realized his throat was parched. He felt like he swallowed a pail of sand. He took a sip from his water bottle.
"Okay, I respect that. What happened was something that got out of hand. We both got caught in the heat of the moment."
"It's more than that and you know it," she whispered.
He sighed exasperated.
"Well, what do you want me to say? You wanted it as much as I did."
"Why are you being such a jerk?" She hissed. Angry tears glistened in her eyes.
"I'm not being a jerk. It takes two, Steph. I didn't make love by my lonesome self in the room."
"He knows about it."
"Who Hunter?"
"No, Chris Jericho knows," Stephanie drove a sarcasm knife into his heart. "Of course, my husband knows. He wants to put you in the hospital and knowing him, he will stop at nothing to do it."
Kurt Angle grew serious when he realized what harm Helmsley would do to him if he found him still hanging around his wife. His eyes dropped to the ground. He reached for Steph's hand and she recoiled from him.
"Look, I'm really sorry. I know it got out of hand. But you can't deny that what we shared in that room tonight was raw and real passion. I loved every minute of it and I don't regret it for a second."
"Can we just forget it ever happened? We are good friends Kurt…and nothing else."
She winced at her own words and she felt like someone had stabbed her in the stomach. It hurt her to deny him like this, but she had no other choice. I have to let you go, Kurt.
"Did you bring me out here just so Triple H can see me with you and beat me up?"
"No—I came here to meet you because…."
"Because what?"
"I have a husband and I can't be seeing you like this."
Her eyes avoided his and looked past him. He turned around and then back at her. She was pushing him away and he knew it. Playing her little games. Who are you trying to convince, Steph? Me or yourself?
"That's never stopped you before."
Stephanie looked up sharply and sent him the most reproachful glare he had ever received. Her voice was choked with anger and regret.
"You're right Kurt, it hasn't stopped me before. But now it has."
She stood up from the table ready to leave. She hadn't wanted to be snappy towards him or even hurt him. He was acting so obnoxious to her and she didn't even recognize him as the "other man" she had fallen in love with. Or maybe she had convinced herself that she loved him. Whatever the reasons, it was through. She was friends with him and that's all she would ever be to him. If only it were easy to block out the very recent memory of their hot intense embrace. Steph took one step away from the table, when she felt a hand grab her wrist and his warm strong fingers held her in place. Déjà vu washed over her when his fingers wrapped around her small wrist. A vision of her showing Kurt around the Titan Towers flashed before her eyes.
"Let me go. Please," she asked without turning around.
"No," he shook his head.
"Stop it."
"Why? Do you really want me to?"
She turned around and glanced at him. His electric blue eyes pierced through hers and held her prisoner. He had convinced himself quite well that he knew all there was to know about Stephanie McMahon. She shook her arm to release his grip and his fingers crazy glued themselves to her wrist.
"You don't want to be with Hunter. Why do you waste time with him? I bet your father's checkbook that you don't want me to let you go."
"Don't bring my father into this."
"I'm not. Why must you insist on playing hard to get?"
"I never meant to do that. I like you as a friend and only as a friend."
"That's a lie and we both know that."
She whirled around on him.
"You're right; it's a lie. I love you. I want to be with you. And I can't. It's killing me. Now can you please…let me go?"
Slowly, his fingers slipped off her wrist. She realized her choppy tone unraveled him because he sat wordless in his chair for a few minutes. She began to walk away from him and then had second thoughts. When she looked at him again, he was slumped in his chair and staring out into space. He caught her watching him and sat upright in his chair. He opened his mouth to say something to her and shook his head.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"So now it's okay for you to play hard to get, Mr. Silent Angle?"
"I didn't say that."
"I didn't say you did," she snapped at him and found herself walking towards the table where they had sat playing cards together.
"Steph…I'm sorry."
"Okay."
"And I believe in our friendship."
"And in your three I's."
Kurt bit his lip.
"I want…" she began.
He looked up attentively.
"Yes…?"
"I want us to be friends as we were before this happened."
"I do too." I think I do.
"It's for your own protection. We're friends, who let things go a bit too far. That sounds right."
She nodded her head agreeing with her statement.
"So then let's continue our friendship as before," Kurt finished for her.
"We will have to spend less time together. Otherwise Hunter will blow his top off and come after you."
Kurt didn't say anything to that. Not seeing Steph for him meant not seeing the sun in the skies. He supposed it was worth it and safer for him in the long run. What about her? She said she would be fine as long as they didn't appear to be going behind Hunter's back. The friendship had to be toned down a tad. He bowed his head and reached for her hand again. Massaged her fingers and whispered how much he wanted her. Stop falling for me; she wanted to scream. He read her mind and let go of her hand. She didn't want to hurt him. He rose from his chair. It was time to go.
"I'll walk you back to your room. I have to get my medals anyway."
"Your medals?"
They walked over to the elevator and waited.
"Yeah, you had them last, but Hunter said he pissed on them."
Steph pouted and rolled her eyes.
"No, he didn't. Don't listen to anything he says."
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked as he stepped into elevator with the woman of his dreams.
"Trust me, I know Hunter very well. He talks a lot of crap and seems like a psychotic maniac to some people. But underneath it all, he is very protective of those that he loves."
"I'll take your word for it." After all, what did Kurt really know about Hunter, except that he envied him for having the woman he wanted?
The elevator took them to the fifth floor and they walked out. Looking to the left was Kurt's wing where his room lay deserted at the end of the hallway. To the right was another hallway of rooms, where Hunter and Steph shared a room. She pointed down her hallway and they walked quietly to her room. The passed by several rooms and realized how silent it was in the hallway. Most of the wrestlers had gone to sleep early so that they could wake up tomorrow in the early morning. Finally, they reached her room.
"I'm just going to go run in and get your medals. Then I'll escort you to your room."
Stephanie smiled at Kurt reassuringly and he grinned back. Everything was going to be fine. She took out her card and inserted it in the gold space. It didn't work.
"Damn, I don't understand…"
"Let me do it," Kurt held his hand open for the card.
She handed the access card to him and watched as he inserted it in and waited for the green bubble to appear. It didn't work the first time, but when he tried again and turned the door handle, he was granted entry into the room. She motioned him to come in so she wouldn't leave him standing outside and explained it would take a few minutes to find the medals. He had one foot in the door, when he heard the thump behind him. Stephanie turned around and before she got a word out of her mouth, she knew that nothing she said would be able to quench her husband's deadly rage.
"Wow…I never thought you were the one for a late night booty-call. Trying to bag my wife twice in one night? Wasn't one time more than enough, Kurt? And now you want to go as far as to fucking her in my room. Funny, you're the one who blabbers about integrity."
Triple H took one step towards them.
Stephanie shook her head till it seemed like it would fall off.
Kurt opened his mouth and silence poured out a silver stream.
"Hunter, it's not what you think—"
"Shut up."
He took another step towards his wife.
"There's no need to talk to her like that," the Olympian reprimanded Hunter.
"Are you her husband?" Triple H took two steps towards his competition.
"No, I'm—"
"Her friend," he spat out the word like used up tobacco. "Her beloved Olympic Hero. Save the bullshit for someone who really wants to hear it."
Without any more words to spare for Kurt Angle, Triple H grabbed him and slammed him into the wall and punched him across the face. Kurt slumped to the floor and grasped his mouth. He was up on his feet in a second and received another fist smashing his teeth before he had recovered from Helmsley's first attack. The Gold Medallist stumbled out into the hallway to escape his rival's wrath. He wasn't quick enough and Triple H crashed his boot into his ribs. He gasped in pain and clenched his fists not allowing Triple H to bring him down so easily. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Stephanie rush up to her husband and take hold of him. She tried to do the impossible deed of calming him down.
"Hunter! Stop it! Please—"
Steph's teary voice was abruptly cut off after she received a loud snapping slap to her face. She fell against the wall holding her cheek. Right away, her husband had tried to revive her, but she was knocked out ice cold. He didn't mean to hurt her; he only wanted to get her off of him while he took care of Angle. She had gotten hurt in the process and his heart sunk into lower deeper depths. He kissed her forehead and held her tightly in his arms.
"I love you," he murmured in her ear knowing she didn't hear him. He left her in huddled in the corner and geared himself to put away his competition.
Kurt regenerated his energy and punched Helmsley in the face with all his strength. He took the blow and reeled backwards. Both wrestlers smashed each other into the walls of the hallway.
"You bitch," Helmsley growled as the Gold Medallist choked him, "let's see if you really earned those damn gold medals."
He swiped at Angle's face and was released unceremoniously. Helmsley doubled over in pain after getting kicked in the stomach repeatedly. Steph had regained her spirit and ran over to break them up.
"Get the hell out of here!" Kurt shouted when he saw her come near them.
She shook her head and reached out to separate them both. Neither man would release the other and she backed away. Triple H smashed Kurt's back against a door from one of the rooms, not caring if the occupants woke up. They crashed into walls, ripped each other's hair, delivered jaw-shattering punches, and attempted to massacre each other with no mercy. Kurt pulled Triple H's arm behind his back with every intention of breaking it into two pieces. For his hard earned efforts, he got a nasty kick to his groin. Kurt released Helmsley and groaned in pain, grasping his crotch as he bumped and pressed his face against the wall with his chest heaving up and down rapidly. Triple H rushed up to deliver more pain when Stephanie quickly ran between both men.
"Stop it!" she begged.
Helmsley swept her arm away and lunged for Kurt. He saw a brief flash of her husband looming over him. In less than a second, his back was rammed into the closed elevator doors and he kicked Triple H in the face. He caught his breath and when he looked up, he saw Hemlsley rubbing his face in pain and blood leaked from his nose.
It was quiet for a little while and the fight seemed to be over. Stephanie stood between her husband and her friend. Both men breathed hard and killed each other with venomous eyes. She outstretched her arms holding them apart. Funeral's silence filled the hallway. It didn't last for long.
Minutes later, doors were thrown open all over the hallway. At first some of them stuck their heads out to see who had made such a loud commotion after midnight. Slowly, they sauntered into the hallway one by one. Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho, Billy Gunn, K-Kwik, Chyna, Eddie Guerrero, Matt and Jeff Hardy, Lita, Tazz, Perry Saturn, Steven Richards, Ivory, The Rock, and Test mingled about in a swirl of pajamas, boxers and t-shirts, and terrycloth robes. In the other hallway, more wrestlers woke up when they heard the loud racket. William Regal stepped out with a cup of tea in his hand, Stone Cold and Debra came out of their room together; Rhyno stuck his head out and closed the door to catch up on his lost sleep. Trish Stratus, Raven, Jackie, Prince Albert, Dean Malenko, the Undertaker, Shane, and X-Pac joined their colleagues. The wrestlers flooded the space between both hallways making a racket of noise. Catty whispers, accusing eyes, and pointing fingers were aimed at the Golden Couple and the Olympic Home-wrecker.
"Where's Spike?" D-von demanded
"Molly?" Crash raced up the hallway searching for his cousin.
The Hollys and Dudleys glared at Kurt, Stephanie, and Triple H and then continued their fervent search for their love struck family members. The elevator rung and the doors opened. Molly and Spike skipped out hand in hand. When they saw the consternation, they tried to run back in the elevator, but their families snatched them in time.
Buh-Buh Ray smacked Spike on the back of his head. He yanked his brother off of Molly. D-Von pushed Spike into their room. Molly watched for a short time before Crash grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to their room. Hardcore stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. He was more than ready to scold Molly for her rendezvous with a Dudley. The slew of wrestlers watched them and then turned their attention to the love triangle in progress.
The chatter grew louder and Stephanie wanted to run to her room and escape the accusing glares and snide comments. Triple H was more than ready for a rematch against Kurt Angle.
"She got a taste of what the Olympic Hero is cookin'."
"I always knew she was a filthy, dirty, disgusting, skanky, brutal, bottom feeding, trash bag ho."
"There's no one to prove that wrong."
"If she messed with him when she was with me, what made him think she wouldn't do the same to him too? Serves him right."
"Besmirched!"
"I'm hella tired. I'm goin' back t'sleep, Debra."
"People have no morals these days. What? They should've saved this trash for Jerry Springer."
"Your welcome."
"I'll take the game off her hands if she doesn't want him."
"Now we know why they call her 'slut'."
"Integrity, my ass."
The noise clattered up and down the hallway while the love triangle stood as the center of attention. Finally, the wrestlers parted when Commissioner Mick Foley came walking through the crowd.
"Okay everyone. Go back to sleep. There's nothing for you to see."
Mick ushered them away, but they weren't about to leave anytime soon. He sighed and came in the middle to where the three stood trapped between their co-workers. He went over to Kurt.
"Are you okay?" It was the first time Kurt Angle saw Mick Foley in serious mode.
"I'm fine. He took my medals," he pointed at Triple H.
"'He took my medals,'" Triple H mimicked nastily. "Shut up. Are you going to cry because I took a pee-pee on them?"
Kurt raised a clenched fist in the air. Mick caught it and lowered it gently.
"Give him back his medals, Hunter." The WWF Commissioner demanded.
Triple H and Mick Foley stood head to head. The enraged husband trembled with defiance and Foley shook his head "no." Don't even think about it.
"He took my wife. I'm waiting for him to give her back."
Mick turned around to Stephanie. She was pressed against the wall and looking at the floor.
"Steph?"
"…."
"Why don't you go with your husband to his room to get Kurt's medals."
"What about Kurt?" She gestured at the Gold Medallist, who wiped a streak of blood from his lips.
"He'll be fine, don't worry about him. We'll discuss this whole thing later."
She looked at Mick Foley with gratefulness. It was the first time she was happy and relieved to see him. He gave her a gentle hug and ushered her away to follow her husband.
"Thanks Mick,"
Triple H extended his hand out and Stephanie joined his.
Kurt Angle saw the exchange and turned his face away to hide his defeated tears.
Commissioner Foley saw the extreme pain on Kurt's face. He could only imagine that Triple H was deeply hurt as well, only he wasn't one to reveal his emotions to the whole world. He kept his eye on the disturbed wrestlers milling around in the hallway. Right now, he would do his best to preserve the peace among the wrestlers until Triple H returned with Angle's gold medals.
Mick Foley nodded his head and watched as the couple walked down the hallway.