Hunter and Company marched boldly through the black forest, the only lights illuminating their dark path coming from the flaming torches that numerous townsfolk carried.
"Whatever riches-uh you find-uh in the castle-uh you can take for yourselves-uh, but the fiendish beast-uh is mine-uh!" Hunter thundered authoritatively, while the enthusiastic people following him shouted their approval at his generosity. The group marched forward, the enchanted castle with its cursed inhabitants rapidly approaching with each step.

Meanwhile, back at the castle, Edge and Christian were arguing amongst themselves over whose fault it was that Stephanie McMahon had gotten away, with Miss Molly playing peacemaker and failing miserably at her job, when raucous noises invaded their ears and the enchanted household items all tottered over to the windows.
"Invaders!" Christian eeped, watching in horror at the file of angry townsfolk with their flaming torches storming down the castle gates.
"Oh, that is so totally heinosity," Edge muttered, observing the mob through his little clock eyes.
"And they've got the mirror," Miss Molly observed, noticing said magical object clipped to the belt of the tall, rugged man leading the mob.
"Dude, like, let's go find Prince Kurt," Edge suggested, and with that the trio scattered off to find said prince.

Kurt Angle was hunched over his magical rose, absently toying with his gold medals when Edge, Christian, and Miss Molly sprinted into his chamber, red-faced and panting from having run so hard.
"Like, dude, there's so totally a bunch of townspeople that reek of stinktitude storming the castle," Christian shrilled in a piercing voice. The prince's subsequent reaction wasn't exactly what the trio had expected. Prince Kurt suddenly perked up at the mention of the word 'townspeople', and squealed excitedly, "Yay! Visitors! Oh, I never get any of them anymore. Oh man, it will be so exciting, oh, I've got to get ready, and polish my gold medals, and naturally tell them of my stunning victories, oh and Edge and Christian, you two come over, I could use the two of you...Miss Molly, you just twirl around until you get dizzy or something!" And the prince scurried off, chattering happily about how he finally had some new people to tell his story of how he won all his gold medals. The hapless enchanted objects just stared after him in dismay, before obediently tottering off after him.

Meanwhile, the angry mob led by Hunter had finally succeeded in breaking down the castle gates, and stormed into the palatial building, glancing around expectantly.
"Come out-uh you vile beast-uh so I can slay you-uh and win Stephanie McMahon's heart-uh," Hunter challenged in as macho a tone as possible. Standing beside him, X-Pac snorted, "And her billion-dollar inheritance, of course."
"That, too," Hunter mumbled absently, and waited for some sort of response. What he got wasn't exactly what he had been expecting...or hoping for, as the beastly Prince Kurt bounced out from God only knew where, a bright, silly grin on his face and an array of gold medals dangling from his hands. At his sides were a clock and a candelabra, both of which were clutching what appeared to be miniature kazoos in their, um, hands.
"Ooh, visitors, this is so cool, I finally get to recount my Olympic gold medal victories to someone other than myself," Prince Kurt squealed. While he cleared his throat dramatically, the clock and the candelabra started playing Medal on their kazoos, and after nearly five minutes of going "Ahem!" the prince finally began his tale.
"It was the summer of, oh, I think, five years ago, and I was wrestling this big, ugly dude with some name I can't pronounce for the gold..."

Fifteen Minutes Later...

Hunter and his mob of angry, torch-waving, pitchfork-wielding townspeople promptly ran screaming out of the castle, too bored of the endless tale to stay a second longer inside. The weaker ones had already fainted dead away, long lines of unsightly drool dribbling down their chins. About thirty seconds after Hunter and Company had been sent bolting right back to town, Stephanie McMahon arrived in her limo. Not knowing that Hunter and his murderously overzealous crowd of lunatics had already left, she dashed into the castle at a frantic space.
"Hunter! Hunter, please spare him!" Stephanie screeched. A long pause, during which she assumed that Hunter had completely ignored her words.
"Please, Hunter," Stephanie half-begged, half-shrilled. "Please spare Kurt! Do it for me, please! I don't want you to kill him because...because I...because I...um...lo-love him!"
"...and then, when it seemed like my opponent had the match won, I quickly went for a fireman's carry, which is a move in which...You do?" Prince Kurt abruptly stopped his babbling, and glanced over at Stephanie with wide blue eyes. Stephanie met his gaze with steady eyes.
"Yes," she repeated. "I do."

A happy, goofy grin lit up the beast prince's face.
"Oh, Steph, I don't know what to say--" He was promptly cut off when a magical golden light erupted from all around him. Prince Kurt's eyes widened impossibly, as he was magically lifted a good twenty feet in the air, and he promptly wailed, "Wah! Let me down! I'm afraid of heights!" However, whoever was doing this paid him no attention, and both Kurt and Stephanie could only watch as the beast prince's furry paws slimmed down and were restored to normal human hands.
"Ouchy! That hurts!" Prince Kurt whined, as the magical golden light continued to change him back to normal. The finished product resulted in a very much human Prince Kurt Angle, who was then dropped unceremoniously onto his butt. Stephanie recognized his face as the same one from the oil portrait in the West Wing.
"Ouchy! What was that all about?" Prince Kurt sniffed as he rubbed his sore behind...when he suddenly seemed to notice something and glanced down at his palms. "Hey! I'm normal!" The prince then turned uncertainly to Stephanie.
"Am I?" he asked anxiously. Stephanie, who had been busy gawking open-mouthed at this display of magic, finally found her voice and stuttered, "Ye--Yes. You're...you're you again!" Prince Kurt looked like he wanted to jump up and down for joy.
"Woo! I think I'm gonna celebrate with milk!" he cheered.

"Dude, don't you think you should ask the chick to dance, first?" a very familiar Canadian valley boy voice spoke up. Stephanie turned around...and gaped, rubbing her eyes and wondering whether she was seeing double. Two tall, thin young men with long blonde hair stared right back at her. Stephanie squinted, unable to tell them apart, before noticing that one was slightly shorter, and had a stubble of a beard on his chin. Standing between them was a pretty girl with wavy wheat-blonde hair, and Stephanie could swear that they could be related. Prince Kurt, meanwhile, seemed to have as much trouble as Stephanie telling all three blondes apart.
"Edge, my man, guess you're right," he said, slapping one of the blondes across the shoulder. The blonde stared at him.
"Dude, I'm so totally Christian," he reminded him. Prince Kurt looked guilty.
"Sure you are," he agreed, then turned to another of the blondes and asked, "Are you Edge?"
The blonde gave him an indignant look.
"I'm Miss Molly!" she screeched unhappily, to which the prince replied, "Oops." Turning to the last blonde remaining, he muttered, "Guess you must be Edge, then." An uncertain look crossed his face.
"Unless, of course, you're Terri?" he asked quizzically. The tall blonde Canadian looked at him impatiently.
"Dude, do you see any boobs down there?" he demanded. Prince Kurt laughed nervously.
"Eh heh. Guess you really are Edge, then," he mumbled absently.
"Ahem."
All four of them turned around to look at an impatient Stephanie, who had been tapping her feet against the floor while Prince Kurt had been making a fool of himself, mixing up the names and genders of his servants. Arching her eyebrows, Stephanie demanded, "Aren't you going to ask me to dance?", directing her question at the prince. Kurt Angle tee heed nervously.
"Erm...right," he mumbled.

And so all of the now human castle residents gazed at the couple, who had each taken the time to change into nicer clothes, happily dancing away in the ballroom, Prince Kurt still fumbling to make sure he didn't stomp all over Stephanie's feet. The two of them waltzed the day away and lived happily ever after, as the picture shifted into a stained glass design of Kurt Angle and Stephanie McMahon dancing happily, with the magical red rose arched high above them.


~ The End ~