Stephanie mounted Foley the horse, and the two sped across the dark forest path, this time no wolves in sight to antagonize them. Stephanie dug in her heels into her horse's back as he sprinted toward her hometown, urging him to go faster. The two finally reached the outskirts of Connecticut at around two in the morning, and Foley quickly sprinted the several hundred yards to the McMahon estate. Stephanie dismounted and dashed into the house, flinging the door wide open and calling out, "Daddy?!"

A dispirited mumble was her reply, and Stephanie quickly groped around in the dark until she found her way into the library. There, seated in front of a dying fire, was Mr. McMahon, eyes bloodshot, glass of whiskey in hand. Stephanie quickly hurried over to her father's side.
"Daddy," she whispered. Mr. McMahon barely glanced up, saying nothing, so Stephanie continued.
"Daddy, I saw what happened with Shane and WCW," she murmured quietly. Then, glancing up uncertainly at her defeated-looking father, she asked, "Are...are you okay?"
At this, Mr. McMahon let out an impatient groan.
"Of course I'm not okay, Stephanie," he muttered bitterly. "How could Shane have outsmarted me? I always knew he had the McMahon streak in him...but I never knew he would use it to outsmart me!"
"Oh, Daddy," Stephanie murmured in a hushed voice. "You'll find a way to get back at him, I promise. You'll be fine."
"Fine? Fine?!" Mr. McMahon was getting himself worked up over this. "I came straight home and fired all my lawyers, and then rehired them just so I could fire them again...and I still feel like crap!"
"Aw, Daddy," Stephanie cooed, and reached out to hug her father. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. And if Shane decides that he'll keep WCW, I can sic my friend on him. He's a beast prince, you know."
"Yeah, I guess so," her father mumbled. Stephanie frowned.
"Come on, Daddy. I mean, you're the chairman of WWF, Inc! You're Vince McMahon, dammit! You can do whatever you want, whenever you want to! You're a McMahon," she fired off like a drill sergeant. Mr. McMahon seemed to be getting his pompous arrogance back.
"You're right," he said, and straightened up. "I'm Vince McMahon, dammit! I can run Shane out of business and squash him like a fly on the wall!"
"That's right," Stephanie agreed vigorously. "And together, we can drive Mom and Shane out of here for good!"

Just as the two McMahons were getting worked up and ready to do battle against the other half of the McMahon family, there was the sound of the doorbell ringing. Stephanie frowned irritably. Who could be visiting at this hour?
"Coming," she called out, and strutted over to the door, flinging it wide open. "What?!"
Hunter Hearst Helmsley's grinning face greeted her. His long, dark blonde hair was loose, with a leather cap pulled over it, and in his hands he clutched a tall bottle of whiskey that looked suspiciously murky--almost as if it had been drugged with, oh, I don't know, say, sleeping pills, perhaps?
"Stephanie-uh, it's so nice to see you're back-uh," he drawled lazily. Stephanie frowned. Not Hunter again. She thought she'd gotten rid of him that last time when he'd had the audacity to suggest she marry him and spend the rest of her life popping out crying, smelly babies.
"What are you doing here, Hunter?" she asked, none too politely. Hunter grinned, and held up the whiskey bottle.
"I just thought-uh you might be interested-uh in having a drink-uh of this obviously non-drugged liquor with me-uh," he suggested pleasantly. Stephanie turned up her nose on him.
"No, thank you," she informed him tightly, and was about to slam the doors shut when Hunter took a hold of her arm and yanked her out of the mansion.
"Hey!" Stephanie's screeched out protest was cut short when she saw the not-so-elaborate outdoors wedding party set up, and the sleepy townsfolk gathered dully around the gigantic white wedding cake.
"Steph-uh, I'm gonna drug your drink-uh and then we're getting married-uh, whether you like it or not-uh," Hunter growled. "Your father-uh already agreed to it-uh."
Stephanie turned accusing eyes on her father, who had sheepishly stepped outside to check on the commotion.
"Daddy!" she whined shrilly. Mr. McMahon looked down guiltily, suddenly fascinated by the patch of snow in front of his shoes.
"Sorry, Steph," he mumbled an apology. "I guess I was too depressed over Shane and WCW to really hear what Hunter here was saying."
Stephanie huffed in annoyance, before yanking her arm out of Hunter's grip and snapping, "Hunter, there is no way I'm marrying you, and if you try to, I'll sic my friend on you! He's a beast prince living in a castle in the forest, and he'll do anything for me!"
Hunter snorted in amusement at her far-fetched words.
"Right-uh," he mocked. "And does your friend-uh turn into a human-uh whenever the moon is not full-uh?"
Stephanie glared at him, and darted back into the house, before returning a few seconds later armed with the magical mirror that Prince Kurt had given to her just hours earlier.
"I'll have you know that my friend exists, and I can prove it with this!" And with those words said, Stephanie held up the mirror triumphantly, while shouting, "Show me Prince Kurt Angle!"

Instantly, the magical bright light flashed, and the hazy blue mists swirled around the glass surface of the mirror to reveal Prince Kurt...doing his daily stretches. Hunter squinted at the disturbing image, before grunting, "All I see-uh is a furry, beastly ass-uh!"
"Huh?" A confused Stephanie whipped the mirror around and gazed into it. "Oh, oops." She started shaking the small, ornate instrument wildly, mumbling, "Maybe this will change the angle of it...or not...Oh, great! Come on, stupid mirror! Show me his face, not his behind!" While Stephanie was busy screeching obscenities at the mirror, Prince Kurt finished his daily workout routine and stood up, toweling himself off.
"That was refreshing. Woo!" he chirped sunnily. "And now to get some milk. Woo!"
Just then, Stephanie noticed that the beast prince's head was now clearly visible, and she once again displayed it for the whole crowd to see.
"See? I told you my beast prince existed," she gloated gleefully. A random, unnamed lady took one look and squawked shrilly, "Is he dangerous?!"
"Oh, no, of course not," Stephanie hastened to assure. "I mean, I know he looks kind of scary, but he's actually a really cute and sweet guy...when he's not bragging about his gold medals, anyway."
Hunter noticed the softened tone that Stephanie used when describing her prince, and began to frown. Snatching the mirror away from her while she was busy spouting off all the good qualities of Prince Kurt, he declared, "Don't listen to her-uh! Just look at those beady eyes-uh, and those sharp fangs-uh! This beast will sneak into town at night-uh and savagely tear your children apart-uh!" while waving the magic mirror around wildly. The villagers, hearing Hunter's words, promptly jumped on the bandwagon and began shouting their agreements.
"We have to storm that wretched castle-uh and stop this horrible beast-uh!" Hunter thundered, sounding like he actually knew what he was doing. "Who's with me-uh?"
"Everyone!" the townsfolk shouted in unison, as Hunter mounted his black stallion and trotted off, heading toward the dark forest path with the overzealous townsfolk in tow, shouting about how they were going to slay the horrible beast in the castle.
"Gee, I wonder where they got those torches and pitchforks so fast," Stephanie observed, before quickly turning her attention to more important subjects. "Oh, yeah! I've got to warn Prince Kurt about Hunter and his mob!" And with that, she rushed off and got into her daddy's newly-repaired limo, speeding toward the castle as fast as a limousine could possibly go.