Did you ever have a story that seemed longer on paper then on computer screen?? Well... here's mine. My computer died (really dead. We had a funeral and everything) so I wrote it out. I hope it fills some of you up until I write the next chapter. I love Hurricane. I do. That's all I have to say. Ummmm. I own no one. Vinny Mac and his peeps own them. I just own this pretty Raven shirt *cuddles the shirt and gets looks from Tracy again* That's all I own of importance. Don't forget to respond! Peace!

^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^^~~^




Well, trying to explain to a very drunk and angry redneck why two of his superstars are no longer around isn't a very fun thing to do. Even though they are *my* Superstars.... but we won't get into that... Shane and Paul E. understood completely, but Austin had a fit. Debra knew better then to try to stop him and just moved out of the way. She gave me a sympathetic smile. I sat silently as I took his verbal abuse. Once he was done I cooly asked, "Done ranting yet?" His face turned three different colors of red, but he was silent. I guess his insult book turned to the last page. "I did what I though I should have been done. If your sister or even God forbid, Debra, had that happen to them, wouldn't you leave as fast as you could? That's why I let them go. It was entirely my decision, so when they come back you shouldn't punish them. We can work something out with Rhyno being beaten up in an alley or something. And we'll work something with Raven." Steve was (thankfully) calmer by then.

The meeting went on. By this time most of the Alliance wrestlers came into the meeting. We were plotting what we were going to do. As I was finishing up my plans for tonight's Smackdown the ever delightful Stone Cold interprets me, "What? What, I want to know is where Hurricane Helms as been today?? My connections told me... What? That he was on the *other* side. Who? What? Talking to Team Xtreme and their little bitch Lita. What? Stone Cold says the Alliance don't appreciate no traitors and everyone knows what we do to traitors, what?" Aw shit, he's going to beat Hurricane's ass. Crap. I should help huh? The kinder, gentler Stephanie to the rescue. I think I've been hanging around the Superman reject to much.... "Wait just one minute Steve! I don't know where ya got your info from... but your rat is wrong! Helms with with me all day! We were discussing his current angle... I mean new found 'super powers'." I say rolling my eyes. Hurricane was sweating bullets at the fact that Steve might hurt him, but I saw him look like he was going to say something about my disbelieving overtones... Idiot... "All morning??" Steve says disbelieving me too. Since the only way Helms could've seen the Hardyz was when he was late in the morning... I said, "Well, from 8 until 11 o' clock. After he left... that's when Rhyno got his phone call." See it wasn't an *entire* lie. Steve seemed to be counting on his hands. "All right, I'll beat up my connection, then." I nodded satisfactory.

Later as I was getting ready in the dressing room before the show started, Hurricane walked in. "Thank you fine citizen McMahon for your quick action response, you have saved the Hurricane's hurri-ass. Of course it was all a lie and I did chill with Matt and Jeff and Lita, but we did not talk about work at all. Because every time we do, we'd end up arguin'' and all dat. But, thank you for coming to my rescue today. I owe you one. Awayyyy! Swoosh." He finished talking and he 'flew' away. Really he pushed himself out.... but we'll pretend. Tazz walks in. "Hey princess, whadda ya did for that fruit loop Helms was cool. It's good to be nice, huh?" I've never talked to Tazz either in the WWF or here either. But, I do know he always speaks his mind. "Yeah. Being an evil, bitch had it's moments, but not to many. A nice Stephanie McMahon... Who woulda thought?" I say laughing. From there we get to know each other better. We talk about how he thought he wasn't getting enough ring time in the WWF. We talked about how he knows Raven and Rhyno. Raven and Tazz would always met in wrestling matches around New Jersey and the both made it to big leagues at the same time. And during one show in Detroit they met a kid who was very small and stout yet really determined and they loved him automatically. The kid was Rhyno, my Rhyno. I like the sound of that. Tazz and I talked for hours. Then it's time for bed. He gets the one bed and I get the other. I miss sleeping next to Rhyno. I feel so alone. I need him next to me.