"Excuse me, M'lord, M'lady, Shane McMahon has asked me to tell you, that Stephanie is in a match against Lita tonight. He said if you have any problems to go see him in his office," Michael Cole spat out hastily
"Do us a favor, tell Shane that we're fine with that," Mark said to Michael, patting the younger man on the shoulder.
"One more thing, umm… you and the ministry aren't allowed to be at ringside, or interfere, even though it is no DQ, or M'lady will be injured seriously."
"Go on, tell Shane that we said we're both fine with it, " Mark continued, looking down into his wife's sparkling blue eyes. She smiled at him, and then turned to Michael Cole.
"Go on, hurry up and tell him."
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"Excuse me, Mr McMahon," Michael Cole tapped on a door.
"Come in, and please don't call me that, it makes me think you're asking my father," Shane replied.
"Your sister has agreed to the match, and so has her husband."
"Good, she is going to get beaten to the baddest, I can't wait to see how her husband acts, probably ditch her on the spot." He paused momentarily, " Poor Steph," he continued, and Michael saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Notify the participants of the match when it is held, and tell them to get ready."