//Things aren't the way the were before,
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore,
Not that you knew me back then,
But it all comes back to me in the end.//
She was in the WCW. She was back in his sphere. Didn't she know one of his incentives for leaving the WWF in the first place was to get away from her? Didn't she know she was torturing him?
Stephanie McMahon walked down the hall in the backstage area of the arena. She was excited about her first WCW appearance. She had even gotten new theme music.
"Hey Stephanie," Lance Storm said.
"Oh hey Lance," Stephanie replied. "Who are you up against tonight?"
"Booker T," Lance answered.
"Good luck," Stephanie said.
"Thanks," Lance said.
She was on his turf. He didn't know how long he could take it. At least he knew she wouldn't be there forever. She was in love with Chris Jericho. But with his luck, Jericho would go to WCW when his contract with the WWF was over.
Stephanie knocked on the door of Shane's dressing room.
"Come in," Shane said. Stephanie opened the door to see Shane engrossed in some papers and to see Stacey Kiebler leaning over his shoulder. Stephanie didn't know why, but she really disliked that woman.
Shane looked up and greeted his sister. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing much," Stephanie said. She looked pointedly at Stacey. Shane turned his head and realized how close she had been standing. He stood up and walked across the room to grab a bottle of water. "How about you?"
"We were going over the ratings," Shane said.
"And?" Stephanie asked.
"We aren't beating WWF yet," Shane said. "But we're getting closer."
"That's great news," Stephanie said. "How's Rissa?"
"She's great," Shane said. "I can't believe Dad let her keep her job when I bought WCW."
"She's the best," Stephanie said. She looked Stacey directly in the eyes, "Just because he's mad at you doesn't make him stupid enough to fire the best publicist in the business. Even if she is your wife."
Stacey blushed. Stephanie turned her attention back to her brother. "I'm going to go raise a little hell."
"What are you going to do Steph?" Shane asked suspiciously.
"You'll see," Stephanie said, leaving the room.
She was everywhere. He wanted to escape from her. But he knew the only way to escape was to leave the business entirely. He couldn't do that.
Stephanie walked to the ring. "I can tell by your reaction that some of you know who I am," Stephanie said. She was greeted by a slut chat. "I really thought that you WCW fans were smarter than the WWF fans. I guess I was wrong."
Stephanie continued to talk for several minutes before Booker T came out and interrupted her. Stephanie smiled inwardly, although she appeared irritated to all of the fans. She had been hoping Booker T would interrupt her. He was the best in the WCW and the way to make an impact was to mess with the best.
"Booker, you have a match with Lance Storm tonight," Stephanie said. "Don't you?"
Booker T answered in the affirmative. Stephanie smiled, "Good to know." She then walked out of the ring and up the ramp.
Stephanie walked to her dressing room and turned on her monitor, waiting for the main event. Just as the last commercial break started, she walked back toward the ring. "Time to try my hand at commentary."
Jim Ross was dismayed to see Stephanie McMahon walk down to the ring before the final match. When he had been with the WWF she had been a thorn in his side. She was too much like her father.
"Miss McMahon," JR said. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"
"I'm looking at the talent," Stephanie said. "It's been a while since I've managed anyone. I think I'd like to try my hand at that again."
"As I recall," JR said, "the last person you managed was Kurt Angle."
"You would be wrong," Stephanie said, "the last person I managed was Chris Jericho. But no matter. They both ended up as WWF champions while I was their manager."
"I can't argue with that," JR said.
"Because it's a fact," Stephanie said smugly. She sat back and watched the match, talking only when she had something she really wanted to say. She got to her feet when the referee was knocked out. She grabbed a folding chair and slid into the ring. She quickly hit Booker T over the head and let him finish the job. She roused the ref just in time for him to count the pin.
Stephanie dusted her hands and walked backstage.
"Why the hell would you help Lance Storm?" a familiar voice asked.
Stephanie turned and arched an eyebrow at her questioner. "You, of all people, should know how much I like Canadians."
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"Because I own part of the company," Stephanie answered. "Don't worry. I'm actually glad you're in the WCW."
"Yeah?" Stephanie said. "I tried to get the guys to lay off and let you be, but I saw that beating they gave you. I'm sorry about that."
"It's okay," Edge answered. "I got the point though. I was no longer a part of the WWF family. I'm just sorry I had to drag Christian into it."
"Yeah," Stephanie said. "How are you doing?"
"I went to a 10-day detox," Edge answered. "And I have a really good counselor. I go to Narcotics Anonymous at least once a week."
"It's hard, isn't it?" Stephanie asked.
"Yeah," Edge said. "But I kind of like the idea of getting clean and starting a whole new life. Though I was shocked when Shane offered me a job."
"He knew that he would be missing out on a lot of talent if he didn't snap you and Cris up," Stephanie said. "And you needed a place where you wouldn't face severe ass-kickings from Jeff and Hunter."
"I couldn't believe they actually worked together," Edge said.
"I bet it will never happen again," Stephanie said.
"You're probably right," Edge said.
"You want to go out for dinner tomorrow night?" Stephanie asked.
"That would be great," Edge said.
"You know I'm here for you if you ever need any kind of support right?" Stephanie asked.
"Yeah," Edge said. "And I'm here for you."
"Thanks," Stephanie said before she walked away.
He should stay away. He should pretend that she didn't exist anymore. He should forget everything about her. If only anything were that easy.
Stephanie walked to her rented Lincoln. Normally she would come to the arena in a limo, but they were in Boston and she was planning on going shopping the next day. And she was sick of limos.
She heard footsteps echoing throughout the garage. Only a few people were still at the arena. She looked around, trying to quell a feeling of dread. Her step unconsciously quickened.
She fumbled with her keys as she tried to unlock the car door. The key just slipped in as a deep voice said, "Hello Stephanie."
Stephanie looked up. "Hello Test."
"You used to call me Andrew," Test said.
"We both used to be different people," Stephanie replied.
"No disagreements here," Test replied.
"How are you?" Stephanie asked.
"I was good," Test replied.
"Was?" Stephanie asked.
"For a few months there, I didn't have to constantly worry about the next time you would try to destroy me," Test said. "But now you're here."
"I won't try to destroy you," Stephanie said. "Unless you get caught in Lance Storm's path. I'm his manager now."
"I saw that," Test said.
"I need to go," Stephanie said.
"Look," Test said. "I just want to make sure there's not going to be any problems here. I'm doing well here and I don't want to be subject to your whims."
"Test, to be perfectly honest," Stephanie said, "I'm glad you're doing well. I'd just as soon stay away from you. Everything between us is in the past, and I'm looking toward the future."
"So we're agreed then?" Test asked.
"We stay out of each other's lives," Stephanie agreed.
"Great," Test said. "Have a save drive."
"Thanks," Stephanie said. "Good night."
Test watched her drive away. She could pretend they had never been engaged, but he couldn't. She could act like she had never pretend, but he wouldn't. He felt anger bubble inside of him. She could put it all in the past because she hadn't gotten the short end of the stick.
Well, it was time Test got revenge on Daddy's Little Girl. Hell, if he was lucky he could get her to start using again and she could lose everything that was important to her. She had helped him do that before. Turnabout is fair play.
Now all he needed was a plan. But what were Stephanie's weaknesses. Besides addiction, he couldn't think of anything...except Shane and Jericho.
He couldn't hurt Shane. Shane was the one who had believed in him. Shane had never turned his back on him. He owed the world to Shane.
Test smiled smugly. Chris Jericho was about to find out that being with Stephanie could only cause trouble. Stephanie was about to know the true meaning of fear.
"Sweet dreams Princess," Test said to himself, "it's nightmares from here on out."
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore,
Not that you knew me back then,
But it all comes back to me in the end.//
She was in the WCW. She was back in his sphere. Didn't she know one of his incentives for leaving the WWF in the first place was to get away from her? Didn't she know she was torturing him?
Stephanie McMahon walked down the hall in the backstage area of the arena. She was excited about her first WCW appearance. She had even gotten new theme music.
"Hey Stephanie," Lance Storm said.
"Oh hey Lance," Stephanie replied. "Who are you up against tonight?"
"Booker T," Lance answered.
"Good luck," Stephanie said.
"Thanks," Lance said.
She was on his turf. He didn't know how long he could take it. At least he knew she wouldn't be there forever. She was in love with Chris Jericho. But with his luck, Jericho would go to WCW when his contract with the WWF was over.
Stephanie knocked on the door of Shane's dressing room.
"Come in," Shane said. Stephanie opened the door to see Shane engrossed in some papers and to see Stacey Kiebler leaning over his shoulder. Stephanie didn't know why, but she really disliked that woman.
Shane looked up and greeted his sister. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing much," Stephanie said. She looked pointedly at Stacey. Shane turned his head and realized how close she had been standing. He stood up and walked across the room to grab a bottle of water. "How about you?"
"We were going over the ratings," Shane said.
"And?" Stephanie asked.
"We aren't beating WWF yet," Shane said. "But we're getting closer."
"That's great news," Stephanie said. "How's Rissa?"
"She's great," Shane said. "I can't believe Dad let her keep her job when I bought WCW."
"She's the best," Stephanie said. She looked Stacey directly in the eyes, "Just because he's mad at you doesn't make him stupid enough to fire the best publicist in the business. Even if she is your wife."
Stacey blushed. Stephanie turned her attention back to her brother. "I'm going to go raise a little hell."
"What are you going to do Steph?" Shane asked suspiciously.
"You'll see," Stephanie said, leaving the room.
She was everywhere. He wanted to escape from her. But he knew the only way to escape was to leave the business entirely. He couldn't do that.
Stephanie walked to the ring. "I can tell by your reaction that some of you know who I am," Stephanie said. She was greeted by a slut chat. "I really thought that you WCW fans were smarter than the WWF fans. I guess I was wrong."
Stephanie continued to talk for several minutes before Booker T came out and interrupted her. Stephanie smiled inwardly, although she appeared irritated to all of the fans. She had been hoping Booker T would interrupt her. He was the best in the WCW and the way to make an impact was to mess with the best.
"Booker, you have a match with Lance Storm tonight," Stephanie said. "Don't you?"
Booker T answered in the affirmative. Stephanie smiled, "Good to know." She then walked out of the ring and up the ramp.
Stephanie walked to her dressing room and turned on her monitor, waiting for the main event. Just as the last commercial break started, she walked back toward the ring. "Time to try my hand at commentary."
Jim Ross was dismayed to see Stephanie McMahon walk down to the ring before the final match. When he had been with the WWF she had been a thorn in his side. She was too much like her father.
"Miss McMahon," JR said. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"
"I'm looking at the talent," Stephanie said. "It's been a while since I've managed anyone. I think I'd like to try my hand at that again."
"As I recall," JR said, "the last person you managed was Kurt Angle."
"You would be wrong," Stephanie said, "the last person I managed was Chris Jericho. But no matter. They both ended up as WWF champions while I was their manager."
"I can't argue with that," JR said.
"Because it's a fact," Stephanie said smugly. She sat back and watched the match, talking only when she had something she really wanted to say. She got to her feet when the referee was knocked out. She grabbed a folding chair and slid into the ring. She quickly hit Booker T over the head and let him finish the job. She roused the ref just in time for him to count the pin.
Stephanie dusted her hands and walked backstage.
"Why the hell would you help Lance Storm?" a familiar voice asked.
Stephanie turned and arched an eyebrow at her questioner. "You, of all people, should know how much I like Canadians."
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"Because I own part of the company," Stephanie answered. "Don't worry. I'm actually glad you're in the WCW."
"Yeah?" Stephanie said. "I tried to get the guys to lay off and let you be, but I saw that beating they gave you. I'm sorry about that."
"It's okay," Edge answered. "I got the point though. I was no longer a part of the WWF family. I'm just sorry I had to drag Christian into it."
"Yeah," Stephanie said. "How are you doing?"
"I went to a 10-day detox," Edge answered. "And I have a really good counselor. I go to Narcotics Anonymous at least once a week."
"It's hard, isn't it?" Stephanie asked.
"Yeah," Edge said. "But I kind of like the idea of getting clean and starting a whole new life. Though I was shocked when Shane offered me a job."
"He knew that he would be missing out on a lot of talent if he didn't snap you and Cris up," Stephanie said. "And you needed a place where you wouldn't face severe ass-kickings from Jeff and Hunter."
"I couldn't believe they actually worked together," Edge said.
"I bet it will never happen again," Stephanie said.
"You're probably right," Edge said.
"You want to go out for dinner tomorrow night?" Stephanie asked.
"That would be great," Edge said.
"You know I'm here for you if you ever need any kind of support right?" Stephanie asked.
"Yeah," Edge said. "And I'm here for you."
"Thanks," Stephanie said before she walked away.
He should stay away. He should pretend that she didn't exist anymore. He should forget everything about her. If only anything were that easy.
Stephanie walked to her rented Lincoln. Normally she would come to the arena in a limo, but they were in Boston and she was planning on going shopping the next day. And she was sick of limos.
She heard footsteps echoing throughout the garage. Only a few people were still at the arena. She looked around, trying to quell a feeling of dread. Her step unconsciously quickened.
She fumbled with her keys as she tried to unlock the car door. The key just slipped in as a deep voice said, "Hello Stephanie."
Stephanie looked up. "Hello Test."
"You used to call me Andrew," Test said.
"We both used to be different people," Stephanie replied.
"No disagreements here," Test replied.
"How are you?" Stephanie asked.
"I was good," Test replied.
"Was?" Stephanie asked.
"For a few months there, I didn't have to constantly worry about the next time you would try to destroy me," Test said. "But now you're here."
"I won't try to destroy you," Stephanie said. "Unless you get caught in Lance Storm's path. I'm his manager now."
"I saw that," Test said.
"I need to go," Stephanie said.
"Look," Test said. "I just want to make sure there's not going to be any problems here. I'm doing well here and I don't want to be subject to your whims."
"Test, to be perfectly honest," Stephanie said, "I'm glad you're doing well. I'd just as soon stay away from you. Everything between us is in the past, and I'm looking toward the future."
"So we're agreed then?" Test asked.
"We stay out of each other's lives," Stephanie agreed.
"Great," Test said. "Have a save drive."
"Thanks," Stephanie said. "Good night."
Test watched her drive away. She could pretend they had never been engaged, but he couldn't. She could act like she had never pretend, but he wouldn't. He felt anger bubble inside of him. She could put it all in the past because she hadn't gotten the short end of the stick.
Well, it was time Test got revenge on Daddy's Little Girl. Hell, if he was lucky he could get her to start using again and she could lose everything that was important to her. She had helped him do that before. Turnabout is fair play.
Now all he needed was a plan. But what were Stephanie's weaknesses. Besides addiction, he couldn't think of anything...except Shane and Jericho.
He couldn't hurt Shane. Shane was the one who had believed in him. Shane had never turned his back on him. He owed the world to Shane.
Test smiled smugly. Chris Jericho was about to find out that being with Stephanie could only cause trouble. Stephanie was about to know the true meaning of fear.
"Sweet dreams Princess," Test said to himself, "it's nightmares from here on out."