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Azrael: Pyper? *Looks around.* Pyper!! *Nothing.* PYPER!! *Still nothing.* What a time to bail
out on me. Leave me to write this blasted third chapter alone, huh? Thanks for nothing, you
freak!! *Shrugs.* Well, this is blessedly a lot shorter than the last chapter. Hey, you can only do
so much with just three people. Enjoy.
THE EXECUTIVE SUITE
We've already seen how crazy and completely uneasy it was in the main cabin. Suffice to say, it
wasn't all peaches and cream up in the executive suite either. Ric Flair had made a good decision
on staying downstairs. For the moment, at least.
Stephanie was seated on the couch, sulking at her dad. Yeah, the Princess was there. And she
definitely was not happy. No one could blame her. For one thing, Vince had made it a point to
bring along his new personal assistant, Stacy Kiebler.
Vince was not a happy man either. He had not counted on having his daughter there. Now his
plans of being alone in the suite with Stacy had been ruined. Thank God. You think we wanted
to write about that?
At that moment Stacy had been sent out of the room first to the next suite, the one that Ric Flair
had turned down. Father and daughter were left to have a hearty chat.
Okay, so not really.
"What is SHE doing here??" Stephanie demanded in a painful voice. Then again, her voice was
always painful.
"I could ask the same thing about you." Vince said to her sternly.
"Last I checked I was still a McMahon!" Stephanie declared. "And just because Hunter made some
stupid stipulation in a match it doesn't mean that I can't take this plane whenever I need to as well!"
"'Need to?' Where do you 'need to' go, Stephanie?"
"Wherever the WWF is and you are." Stephanie whined.
Vince sighed. He knew it had to come to this.
Stephanie began sobbing. "This divorce is taking it's toll on me, daddy." She sniffled. "Can you
blame a daughter for wanting to stick close to her daddy during such a hard time? You know
you're the only one in the family who understands me, daddy. I hardly ever see mom anymore,
and Shane is never around either. He's always busy with that little wife of his…"
"Oh I know, Princess." Vince said, sitting on the couch with her and taking her in his arms. "I'm
sorry for yelling at you. You know you're always welcome here anytime you want."
Stephanie sniffled some more for emphasis, but she grinned inwardly. Men were such suckers for
tears.
Vince actually meant what he was saying. The thing is, he was refraining from saying, 'Anytime
but now.'
Suddenly Stephanie remembered something and she abruptly sat up, breaking out of her father's
embrace. "Wait a minute, you never answered my question." She accused.
"And what was that?"
"Then let me repeat it for you." Stephanie said, standing up with her hands on her hips. "What
is that blonde AIRHEAD you sent in the next room doing here??"
"Now Stephanie, that's no way to talk about her." Vince said in a reprimanding tone of voice.
"I'm sorry. And how would you like me to address her? Skank? Ho? Money-grubbing little bitch?"
She had a point. Of course she also seemed to overlook the fact that Any of the above she
mentioned could also be adequate adjectives to describe herself.
Vince, being her father, didn't point that out. "She is my personal assistant, Stephanie he said,
standing up and giving her a warning glare.
"Oh I'm sure." Stephanie scoffed. "How personal?"
"Now that's…"
"Oh come off it, daddy." Stephanie burst out. "I saw the interviews you conducted on Smackdown!
I saw how she presented her so-called 'qualifications!'" she said. "In fact, millions of viewers
worldwide saw it!"
"My business is my business." He said to her sternly.
"Right, dad." She said with a mocking smile. "So how's business?"
Vince lost all his cool. He got on that really weird, practically satanic look whenever he had reached
his peak in anger. "All right, listen here, Stephanie. I'm your father. I've raised you for twenty-
four years, and I've given you everything you've ever needed for all of them. But when it comes
to my personal matters, I suggest you stay out of it!"
"I thought that you just said it was business." Stephanie smirked.
Vince was cut off from yelling at his daughter when the door opened. Stacy Kiebler poked her head
in. "I'm sorry Mr. McMahon, but I was getting impatient in the next room and I heard loud voices.
Is something wrong?"
Stephanie looked incredulously at her. "Oh, you think something's wrong??" she said sarcastically.
"No, nothing's wrong. What makes you think that?"
"Oh, I see…" Stacy said slowly.
"Stacy, please come in." Vince said, rubbing his forehead in exasperation. His daughter could really
be a pain.
Stacy stepped inside the room, showing off her long, long, and I mean long legs. She looked warily
at Stephanie, who scowled at her. She had been as annoyed as Vince when his precious little
daughter had shown up. Talk about pulling the plug on her pulling some moves on the boss.
"Listen, Stacy, I think I'm getting a headache." Vince said. "Would you mind running outside the
room and getting me a glass of water?"
Stacy looked a little annoyed at being ordered to get something, but she gave a smile nonetheless.
"Of course."
She was about to go back out of the room when Stephanie's voice stopped her. "No daddy, why
don't you go get it yourself." Vince's daughter said. "I want to have a few words with your personal
assistant here."
Vince smelt trouble. "No, Stephanie…"
"It'll be fine, daddy." Stephanie said, giving him a bright smile. "Stacy and I will just have a chat,
that's all."
Vince still looked unsure.
"GO." Stephanie said in a loud voice. She immediately dropped it a notch a second later and gave
that sweet smile again. "Please, daddy."
Vince sighed. "Okay." He said, giving in. He went over to the door and opened it. "But only a
few words, Stephanie." He warned his daughter. "I'll be back soon." He left and shut the door
behind him.
The moment it closed tight the two women left inside the room turned dagger-sharp glares at
each other. Stephanie had her lips pursed up in that classic sneer with her arms crossed at her
augmented breasts. Stacy had her arms on her hips and had her Hancock-bitch stare on.
"All right, let's cut the crap, Kiebler." Stephanie snapped. "We both know why you're leeching on
to my dad and frankly I don't like it."
"Is that so?" Stacy scorned. She tossed her hair back. "Well I hardly think that there's any way
you'll be able to stop me. You're off WWF programming, remember?"
"A minor setback." Stephanie replied. She immediately shrugged it off. Now she was starting
to sound like that Green Hurri-dork. She turned to look back at Stacy. "I'm still the daughter,
bear that in mind. All I have to do is say that word and I'm back on top again."
"On top of who?"
"Why you…" Stephanie gave a cry and tackled the taller blonde head on. Stacy squealed but fought
back, managing to get on top of the other woman. They rolled around a bit in a bizarre catfight;
bumping into furniture, pulling hair, screaming obscene curses, the whole enchilada.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, however way you want it, the door opened and Vince walked back
in with his glass of water. He saw the commotion going on and let out a yell, promptly spilling his
drink. "What are you two doing???"
Both women on the floor stopped. There was nothing glamorous about the two of them anymore;
their clothes were ruffled and their hair was in complete disarray. Stacy way too short skirt had
hiked up almost all the way to her hip and she pulled it down hastily.
Vince was glowering over the both of them. "I leave you both for two minutes and then come
back here to see you trying to rip each others throats out!"
"She started it!" Stephanie accused, pointing a finger at Stacy.
"I did not!" Stacy shot right back.
"Enough!!!" Vince cut in. He pointed out the door. "I definitely think that you two should be
separated. Stephanie, you go to the next room, right NOW."
Stephanie had stood up. "But daddy!" she tried to protest, but Vince would not hear any of it.
"I said GO. And I mean it." Vince said.
Stephanie looked like she was about to say something else, but another glare from Vince stopped
that. She grabbed her bag and, giving Stacy one last nasty glare, she stalked out of the room
with a pout on her face.
The door slammed shut behind her. Stephanie fumed and turned to make faces at the door,
but then she straightened her shirt and stomped off the to the next room. Once there she
banged the door shut behind her.
Stephanie threw her bag down on the couch then sat down on it in a huff. She drummed her
fingers on her arm for a bit and felt she was about to go insane when she heard something.
She lifted her head and listened.
"Damn, look what I did to my water. Stacy, can you go get a stewardess to clean this mess up
and then bring me back another glass?" it was Vince's voice. "I have a really bad headache
building up and I need to take a tablet or something."
"Oh Mr. McMahon, the mess can wait." Stacy's voice. "If you have a headache, then I have a
better idea. Sit down and let me massage your head for you."
Stephanie's mouth opened in a disgusted and incredulous 'O' as she listened in on their little
conversation. She looked around and spotted a vent in the corner. Making her way over, she
leaned down and strained more to catch what they were saying.
"Wow, you really are good with your hands, Stacy."
A giggle. "I get better."
This was just gross. Stephanie ran back to get her bag before going back to where the vent was.
She pulled out a tape recorder she had stored there for some reason, don't ask us why. A smile
crossed her face as she turned it on. Her daddy would definitely have to get her back into WWF
programming now, unless he wanted Linda to get a copy of the tidbit she had right there.
She loved being herself.
***
Azrael: Well look who decided to show up.
Pyper: *Rubbing eyes and looking around blearily.* Oh, did you post the next chapter up already?
Azrael: Yes. No thanks to you.
Pyper: Cool. *Yawns.* What do we have up next?
Azrael: I was thinking an in-flight movie.
Pyper: What movie?
Azrael: I haven't gotten that far yet. Got any suggestions?
Pyper: *Looks blankly into outer space for a minute, as if tryign to look like she's actually thinking.
Moments later she shakes her head.* Nah. I'm out. *Turns to you, the reader.* If you guys have
any ideas, please review an tell us! Preferably anything with a lot of plane crashes and death in it
too... *Grins.*
Azrael: Pyper? *Looks around.* Pyper!! *Nothing.* PYPER!! *Still nothing.* What a time to bail
out on me. Leave me to write this blasted third chapter alone, huh? Thanks for nothing, you
freak!! *Shrugs.* Well, this is blessedly a lot shorter than the last chapter. Hey, you can only do
so much with just three people. Enjoy.
THE EXECUTIVE SUITE
We've already seen how crazy and completely uneasy it was in the main cabin. Suffice to say, it
wasn't all peaches and cream up in the executive suite either. Ric Flair had made a good decision
on staying downstairs. For the moment, at least.
Stephanie was seated on the couch, sulking at her dad. Yeah, the Princess was there. And she
definitely was not happy. No one could blame her. For one thing, Vince had made it a point to
bring along his new personal assistant, Stacy Kiebler.
Vince was not a happy man either. He had not counted on having his daughter there. Now his
plans of being alone in the suite with Stacy had been ruined. Thank God. You think we wanted
to write about that?
At that moment Stacy had been sent out of the room first to the next suite, the one that Ric Flair
had turned down. Father and daughter were left to have a hearty chat.
Okay, so not really.
"What is SHE doing here??" Stephanie demanded in a painful voice. Then again, her voice was
always painful.
"I could ask the same thing about you." Vince said to her sternly.
"Last I checked I was still a McMahon!" Stephanie declared. "And just because Hunter made some
stupid stipulation in a match it doesn't mean that I can't take this plane whenever I need to as well!"
"'Need to?' Where do you 'need to' go, Stephanie?"
"Wherever the WWF is and you are." Stephanie whined.
Vince sighed. He knew it had to come to this.
Stephanie began sobbing. "This divorce is taking it's toll on me, daddy." She sniffled. "Can you
blame a daughter for wanting to stick close to her daddy during such a hard time? You know
you're the only one in the family who understands me, daddy. I hardly ever see mom anymore,
and Shane is never around either. He's always busy with that little wife of his…"
"Oh I know, Princess." Vince said, sitting on the couch with her and taking her in his arms. "I'm
sorry for yelling at you. You know you're always welcome here anytime you want."
Stephanie sniffled some more for emphasis, but she grinned inwardly. Men were such suckers for
tears.
Vince actually meant what he was saying. The thing is, he was refraining from saying, 'Anytime
but now.'
Suddenly Stephanie remembered something and she abruptly sat up, breaking out of her father's
embrace. "Wait a minute, you never answered my question." She accused.
"And what was that?"
"Then let me repeat it for you." Stephanie said, standing up with her hands on her hips. "What
is that blonde AIRHEAD you sent in the next room doing here??"
"Now Stephanie, that's no way to talk about her." Vince said in a reprimanding tone of voice.
"I'm sorry. And how would you like me to address her? Skank? Ho? Money-grubbing little bitch?"
She had a point. Of course she also seemed to overlook the fact that Any of the above she
mentioned could also be adequate adjectives to describe herself.
Vince, being her father, didn't point that out. "She is my personal assistant, Stephanie he said,
standing up and giving her a warning glare.
"Oh I'm sure." Stephanie scoffed. "How personal?"
"Now that's…"
"Oh come off it, daddy." Stephanie burst out. "I saw the interviews you conducted on Smackdown!
I saw how she presented her so-called 'qualifications!'" she said. "In fact, millions of viewers
worldwide saw it!"
"My business is my business." He said to her sternly.
"Right, dad." She said with a mocking smile. "So how's business?"
Vince lost all his cool. He got on that really weird, practically satanic look whenever he had reached
his peak in anger. "All right, listen here, Stephanie. I'm your father. I've raised you for twenty-
four years, and I've given you everything you've ever needed for all of them. But when it comes
to my personal matters, I suggest you stay out of it!"
"I thought that you just said it was business." Stephanie smirked.
Vince was cut off from yelling at his daughter when the door opened. Stacy Kiebler poked her head
in. "I'm sorry Mr. McMahon, but I was getting impatient in the next room and I heard loud voices.
Is something wrong?"
Stephanie looked incredulously at her. "Oh, you think something's wrong??" she said sarcastically.
"No, nothing's wrong. What makes you think that?"
"Oh, I see…" Stacy said slowly.
"Stacy, please come in." Vince said, rubbing his forehead in exasperation. His daughter could really
be a pain.
Stacy stepped inside the room, showing off her long, long, and I mean long legs. She looked warily
at Stephanie, who scowled at her. She had been as annoyed as Vince when his precious little
daughter had shown up. Talk about pulling the plug on her pulling some moves on the boss.
"Listen, Stacy, I think I'm getting a headache." Vince said. "Would you mind running outside the
room and getting me a glass of water?"
Stacy looked a little annoyed at being ordered to get something, but she gave a smile nonetheless.
"Of course."
She was about to go back out of the room when Stephanie's voice stopped her. "No daddy, why
don't you go get it yourself." Vince's daughter said. "I want to have a few words with your personal
assistant here."
Vince smelt trouble. "No, Stephanie…"
"It'll be fine, daddy." Stephanie said, giving him a bright smile. "Stacy and I will just have a chat,
that's all."
Vince still looked unsure.
"GO." Stephanie said in a loud voice. She immediately dropped it a notch a second later and gave
that sweet smile again. "Please, daddy."
Vince sighed. "Okay." He said, giving in. He went over to the door and opened it. "But only a
few words, Stephanie." He warned his daughter. "I'll be back soon." He left and shut the door
behind him.
The moment it closed tight the two women left inside the room turned dagger-sharp glares at
each other. Stephanie had her lips pursed up in that classic sneer with her arms crossed at her
augmented breasts. Stacy had her arms on her hips and had her Hancock-bitch stare on.
"All right, let's cut the crap, Kiebler." Stephanie snapped. "We both know why you're leeching on
to my dad and frankly I don't like it."
"Is that so?" Stacy scorned. She tossed her hair back. "Well I hardly think that there's any way
you'll be able to stop me. You're off WWF programming, remember?"
"A minor setback." Stephanie replied. She immediately shrugged it off. Now she was starting
to sound like that Green Hurri-dork. She turned to look back at Stacy. "I'm still the daughter,
bear that in mind. All I have to do is say that word and I'm back on top again."
"On top of who?"
"Why you…" Stephanie gave a cry and tackled the taller blonde head on. Stacy squealed but fought
back, managing to get on top of the other woman. They rolled around a bit in a bizarre catfight;
bumping into furniture, pulling hair, screaming obscene curses, the whole enchilada.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, however way you want it, the door opened and Vince walked back
in with his glass of water. He saw the commotion going on and let out a yell, promptly spilling his
drink. "What are you two doing???"
Both women on the floor stopped. There was nothing glamorous about the two of them anymore;
their clothes were ruffled and their hair was in complete disarray. Stacy way too short skirt had
hiked up almost all the way to her hip and she pulled it down hastily.
Vince was glowering over the both of them. "I leave you both for two minutes and then come
back here to see you trying to rip each others throats out!"
"She started it!" Stephanie accused, pointing a finger at Stacy.
"I did not!" Stacy shot right back.
"Enough!!!" Vince cut in. He pointed out the door. "I definitely think that you two should be
separated. Stephanie, you go to the next room, right NOW."
Stephanie had stood up. "But daddy!" she tried to protest, but Vince would not hear any of it.
"I said GO. And I mean it." Vince said.
Stephanie looked like she was about to say something else, but another glare from Vince stopped
that. She grabbed her bag and, giving Stacy one last nasty glare, she stalked out of the room
with a pout on her face.
The door slammed shut behind her. Stephanie fumed and turned to make faces at the door,
but then she straightened her shirt and stomped off the to the next room. Once there she
banged the door shut behind her.
Stephanie threw her bag down on the couch then sat down on it in a huff. She drummed her
fingers on her arm for a bit and felt she was about to go insane when she heard something.
She lifted her head and listened.
"Damn, look what I did to my water. Stacy, can you go get a stewardess to clean this mess up
and then bring me back another glass?" it was Vince's voice. "I have a really bad headache
building up and I need to take a tablet or something."
"Oh Mr. McMahon, the mess can wait." Stacy's voice. "If you have a headache, then I have a
better idea. Sit down and let me massage your head for you."
Stephanie's mouth opened in a disgusted and incredulous 'O' as she listened in on their little
conversation. She looked around and spotted a vent in the corner. Making her way over, she
leaned down and strained more to catch what they were saying.
"Wow, you really are good with your hands, Stacy."
A giggle. "I get better."
This was just gross. Stephanie ran back to get her bag before going back to where the vent was.
She pulled out a tape recorder she had stored there for some reason, don't ask us why. A smile
crossed her face as she turned it on. Her daddy would definitely have to get her back into WWF
programming now, unless he wanted Linda to get a copy of the tidbit she had right there.
She loved being herself.
***
Azrael: Well look who decided to show up.
Pyper: *Rubbing eyes and looking around blearily.* Oh, did you post the next chapter up already?
Azrael: Yes. No thanks to you.
Pyper: Cool. *Yawns.* What do we have up next?
Azrael: I was thinking an in-flight movie.
Pyper: What movie?
Azrael: I haven't gotten that far yet. Got any suggestions?
Pyper: *Looks blankly into outer space for a minute, as if tryign to look like she's actually thinking.
Moments later she shakes her head.* Nah. I'm out. *Turns to you, the reader.* If you guys have
any ideas, please review an tell us! Preferably anything with a lot of plane crashes and death in it
too... *Grins.*
