Title: The Four Steps to Happiness
Chapter: 02
Chapter Title: Self-Destruction
Character(s): Stephanie McMahon (minor appearances by Shane Helms, Torrie Wilson, Stacy Keibler, Chris Jericho, and Edge)
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the idea. The mystery man is revealed at the end of this chapter and it's not Paul Heyman; that's just icky guys! LoL
Copyright: The song "Bouncing off the Walls" is by Sugarcult and can be found on their album; Start Static
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"Where the hell did you guys even find out about this place?" Stephanie asked the two divas, looking over at the small, tucked away building with a decent sized line waiting to get in.
"Some of the guys backstage recommended it." Stacy answered as the three got in line behind a guy with a barbell pierced through the bridge of his nose.
It took only about fifteen minutes for them to get in, and Stacy dragged them to a booth in the corner. "This will be where we meet incase we get separated. Not that we will." She added quickly after seeing the alarmed look on Torrie's face.
//I'm bouncing off the walls again. and I'm looking like a fool again. I threw away my reputation. one more song for the radio station//
Shane Helms looked at one of his good friends with sympathy as he stood by the window in the hotel room they were sharing for that night. "Are you okay?" Shane asked as he sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time.
He at least stopped pacing and turned to him. He shrugged. "Honestly, is anyone ever one-hundred percent alright nowadays?" Shane gave him a confused look and he went on. "So what's everyone up to tonight?" He asked, changing the subject so drastically that it left Shane in an even more confused state then before.
"I think some of the only people going out Torrie and Stacy. I heard them talking to Chris earlier and he recommended this club downtown." Shane explained. "They said something about dragging Stephanie along with them too."
Without another word, he strode out of the room, leaving Shane sitting on the bed. He scrunched up his forehead and tried making sense of the situation when the door opened not two seconds later.
"Do you know what room he's in?"
Shane handed him the room list and he left without another word.
+*+*+*+
"It's open!" Chris called from inside the hotel room. He looked over from his place on the bed as the door swung open. "What's up man?"
A movie was playing on the medium-sized TV and Adam was on the other bed, lying on his stomach with a bag of potato chips at arms length. "Hey." He greeted half-heartedly, trying to seem like he was interested in the movie.
"Which club did you tell Torrie and Stacy about?" He asked, glancing between the two and the TV screen.
Chris looked at Adam, who shrugged. "I forget, why do you want to know?" He paused and a smirk spread over his face. "Is it because they mentioned something about taking the princess along with them?" He asked.
"I thought you were over her." Adam interjected, propping himself up with his elbows. "Ever since she dumped you." He paused. "Right? Or are you the one who dumped her?"
"No, she dumped me." He responded through clenched teeth. He turned away from Adam and focused his attention on Chris. "It's not really any of your business but yes, that's why I want to know about the club."
"That's not healthy dude." Adam chided. "You should be like, getting over her and moving on. I thought Stacy told me that you were having an intimate conversation," he did the quotation marks with his fingers. "With that Tough Enough girl."
He threw up his hands exasperatedly. "No, why the hell does everybody keep saying that? Jackie was having a bad day so I was trying to comfort her." Adam and Chris exchanged knowing looks. "Never mind, forget I asked you guys anything." He turned to walk out of the room when Chris stopped him.
"You might need this." Chris said with a grin, flinging a small business card in his direction. He picked it up off the floor and gave them a small wave before shutting the door behind him.
"That poor bastard." Chris muttered, turning his attention back to the TV. "So what do we have to rent for tonight?"
Adam flipped over on his stomach and held the small guide over his head. "Um, we got 'Minority Report', 'How High', 'Lilo and Stich', 'Harry Potter." He grinned. "We should order that."
Chris rolled his eyes. "You're so pathetic." He muttered, grabbing the guide away from Adam. "Now here's the good stuff." He said, flipping to the back of the pamphlet.
//I'm bouncing off the walls again. and I'm looking like a fool again. waking up on the bathroom floor. pull myself back together just to fall once more//
"It's really loud in here!" Stephanie yelled to Torrie, trying to be heard over the pounding music. She inched away from the guy who had begun to grab her waist and grabbed Torrie's hand as she walked to the bathroom.
"But what about Stacy?" She protested.
Stephanie eyed her father's former personal assistant. "She'll be fine by herself." She informed Torrie, noticing that Stacy was surrounded by guys and looked like she was having the time of her life. She pushed open the heavy wooden door and leaned against the sink as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Torrie looked at her curiously. "Hey Steph, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Stephanie whispered. She suddenly turned her head so she was facing her friend. Her eyes were wide and she had a smile spread over her face. "Come on, let's go back out."
"But I thought that you needed a break?" Torrie asked. She pulled her hair off her neck and into a low ponytail before following Stephanie out of the cramped bathroom.
"I wanna get drunk." Stephanie said simply, causing Torrie to snap her head up in alarm.
"Excuse me?"
"Didn't you hear me?" Stephanie asked, grabbing a drink off the tray of a passing my waiter. "Drunk, plastered, wasted. Hangover in the morning, not being able to remember a damn thing."
//and my heart's beating out of my chest. and this town is still making me sick. and every penny from my last paycheck. I've blown it on you//
"Hey sweetheart."
Stephanie looked up at the guy that was making an advance on her and pushed her hair out of her face before smiling back at him. "Hey."
He took her hand and led her over to the corner farthest away from the DJ. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Stephanie." She giggled, having no clue who she was talking to. "And yours?"
He shook his head slowly. "That's not important." He held out his hand and lifted up his fingers to reveal two small, almost chalky colored tablets. "These things usually go for almost fifty dollars a shot." He grinned. "But, you seem like you could use these for free."
"Oh. Well thanks, I guess." Stephanie grinned before taking the two pills. She took the drink from his outstretched hand and brought it up to her lips. She wrinkled up her nose, but downed the drugs and liquid in a single gulp.
The guy smirked and patted her on the shoulder. "Good luck sweetheart." He said before taking off in search of another victim.
+*+*+*+
Torrie pushed her way through the group of guys forming a protective circle around Stacy. "Have you seen Stephanie anywhere?"
Stacy shook her head and closed her eyes as she continued to dance with the guy in front of her.
"Well thanks anyways for your help." Torrie snapped, spinning on her heeled boot away from the tall blonde. A guy grabbed hold of her arm but she brushed him off. She heard the faint mutter of 'bitch' as she stalked away, but didn't care. She was on a mission, not wanting her friend to fall victim to any of the merciless guys who preyed on girls who were, for the lack of a better term, drunk off their ass.
Torrie pulled a chair away from a nearby table and grabbed a hold of the back as she steadied herself on the heels she was wearing. Keeping one hand on the back of the chair, she used her other hand to shield her eyes as she scanned the room to find Stephanie.
She, unfortunately, didn't see her friend. Instead though, she saw somebody that could help her a hell of a lot better then Stacy. She climbed off the chair carefully, only losing her footing once, and kept her eye on the guy as she made her way across the room. As soon as she was close enough, she waved her hand and caught his attention.
//I'm bouncing off the walls again. and I'm looking like a fool again. so go ahead and take a picture. and hang it up so you can tear me down//
Stephanie looked around and didn't see anybody that looked even vaguely familiar. Her mind switched into a state of panic as she glanced around at all the people that seemed like colorful, swirling masses. Everything was getting to be too much for her; the lights, the smoke, music, the people. She tried putting her hand to her forehead, but missed completely and hit a person in back of her. "Sorry." She mumbled, not even turning around. She made her way over to a booth and got in, resting her head on the table.
"Excuse me, this is our table." A guy said, his girlfriend attached to his arm.
"I can't get up." Stephanie said quietly, practically in tears. Her legs were starting to feel heavy and get that prickly sensation and her mind felt like it was going in one hundred different directions. She got up and held onto a pillar for support, but her legs gave out underneath her and she fell to the ground, hitting her head on the table. She blacked out as soon as her head made contact with the floor.
//I don't care. 'cause I'm still here. and I've got nothing left to lose. with all the years I've wasted on you//
Torrie stood on her tiptoes, holding onto her companions shoulder for support. "Something's happening over there." She said fearfully, pointing to the far end of the club. The two pushed their way through the crowd and Torrie almost started crying when she saw the state her friend was in. She pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed '911', her hands shaking.
"Steph, are you okay? Can you hear me?" He asked softly, ignoring the looks of the people around him. He pushed her hair away from her face and her eyes fluttered open.
"What, what are you doing here?" She asked, a scared, almost child-like expression on her face. "Jericho, why are you here?" She whispered again.
He shook his head and had a heavy feeling in his heart. "It's not Jericho, Steph." He watched in panic as her eyes started to roll back into her head. "Steph, Stephanie, stay awake." He saw her struggle to keep her eyes open, but failed and they slowly closed. He put two fingers to the side of her neck and felt even more scared when the only pulse he could find was a very faint one.
"I'm sorry for everything." She said suddenly, causing him to look down at her. "I never meant to hurt you and all I cared about was myself when it should have been you." She reached a shaky hand up and slowly outlined his cheek, ending at the base of his neck. "I broke the picture." She said, starting to cry at the sudden remembrance.
He looked up as the medics rushed into the room. They lifted her on the stretched and Stephanie tried to raise her head up.
"What do you need Ms. McMahon?" One of the EMTs asked, restraining her arms so she couldn't move.
"Can, can Jason go with me?" She asked softly.
They looked at him as he stood there, his face a pale white color. "I suppose so." One of them answered. "But just because you're the only one here for her."
Jay sighed in relief and grabbed Stephanie's hand as he walked besides the stretcher.
They lifted her into the ambulance and had hooked her up to all the necessary machines when a medic looked up in alarm at the sudden beeping noise.
"We need to get her to the hospital right now." He said forcefully. "Her heart beat is slowing down."
//mommy and daddy's got the best cocaine. ritalin's never gonna feel the same. twenty-four hours on an empty brain. I got my finger on the trigger and end it my way//
Author's Quick Note: So what do you guys think of this so far? I appreciate all the wonderful reviews I got for the first chapter; it makes me so happy that you guys like this so much. What do you think about the pairing? Christian/Stephanie? I kinda got that idea when Angel said she wanted to come up with the weirdest pairings out there and that just popped into my mind! There's 2 more chapters after this and the 3rd should be up sometime before Wednesday. Please read and reviews with any comments, compliments, questions, insults even (I'm not picky!) ~FallenAngel~
Chapter: 02
Chapter Title: Self-Destruction
Character(s): Stephanie McMahon (minor appearances by Shane Helms, Torrie Wilson, Stacy Keibler, Chris Jericho, and Edge)
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the idea. The mystery man is revealed at the end of this chapter and it's not Paul Heyman; that's just icky guys! LoL
Copyright: The song "Bouncing off the Walls" is by Sugarcult and can be found on their album; Start Static
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"Where the hell did you guys even find out about this place?" Stephanie asked the two divas, looking over at the small, tucked away building with a decent sized line waiting to get in.
"Some of the guys backstage recommended it." Stacy answered as the three got in line behind a guy with a barbell pierced through the bridge of his nose.
It took only about fifteen minutes for them to get in, and Stacy dragged them to a booth in the corner. "This will be where we meet incase we get separated. Not that we will." She added quickly after seeing the alarmed look on Torrie's face.
//I'm bouncing off the walls again. and I'm looking like a fool again. I threw away my reputation. one more song for the radio station//
Shane Helms looked at one of his good friends with sympathy as he stood by the window in the hotel room they were sharing for that night. "Are you okay?" Shane asked as he sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time.
He at least stopped pacing and turned to him. He shrugged. "Honestly, is anyone ever one-hundred percent alright nowadays?" Shane gave him a confused look and he went on. "So what's everyone up to tonight?" He asked, changing the subject so drastically that it left Shane in an even more confused state then before.
"I think some of the only people going out Torrie and Stacy. I heard them talking to Chris earlier and he recommended this club downtown." Shane explained. "They said something about dragging Stephanie along with them too."
Without another word, he strode out of the room, leaving Shane sitting on the bed. He scrunched up his forehead and tried making sense of the situation when the door opened not two seconds later.
"Do you know what room he's in?"
Shane handed him the room list and he left without another word.
+*+*+*+
"It's open!" Chris called from inside the hotel room. He looked over from his place on the bed as the door swung open. "What's up man?"
A movie was playing on the medium-sized TV and Adam was on the other bed, lying on his stomach with a bag of potato chips at arms length. "Hey." He greeted half-heartedly, trying to seem like he was interested in the movie.
"Which club did you tell Torrie and Stacy about?" He asked, glancing between the two and the TV screen.
Chris looked at Adam, who shrugged. "I forget, why do you want to know?" He paused and a smirk spread over his face. "Is it because they mentioned something about taking the princess along with them?" He asked.
"I thought you were over her." Adam interjected, propping himself up with his elbows. "Ever since she dumped you." He paused. "Right? Or are you the one who dumped her?"
"No, she dumped me." He responded through clenched teeth. He turned away from Adam and focused his attention on Chris. "It's not really any of your business but yes, that's why I want to know about the club."
"That's not healthy dude." Adam chided. "You should be like, getting over her and moving on. I thought Stacy told me that you were having an intimate conversation," he did the quotation marks with his fingers. "With that Tough Enough girl."
He threw up his hands exasperatedly. "No, why the hell does everybody keep saying that? Jackie was having a bad day so I was trying to comfort her." Adam and Chris exchanged knowing looks. "Never mind, forget I asked you guys anything." He turned to walk out of the room when Chris stopped him.
"You might need this." Chris said with a grin, flinging a small business card in his direction. He picked it up off the floor and gave them a small wave before shutting the door behind him.
"That poor bastard." Chris muttered, turning his attention back to the TV. "So what do we have to rent for tonight?"
Adam flipped over on his stomach and held the small guide over his head. "Um, we got 'Minority Report', 'How High', 'Lilo and Stich', 'Harry Potter." He grinned. "We should order that."
Chris rolled his eyes. "You're so pathetic." He muttered, grabbing the guide away from Adam. "Now here's the good stuff." He said, flipping to the back of the pamphlet.
//I'm bouncing off the walls again. and I'm looking like a fool again. waking up on the bathroom floor. pull myself back together just to fall once more//
"It's really loud in here!" Stephanie yelled to Torrie, trying to be heard over the pounding music. She inched away from the guy who had begun to grab her waist and grabbed Torrie's hand as she walked to the bathroom.
"But what about Stacy?" She protested.
Stephanie eyed her father's former personal assistant. "She'll be fine by herself." She informed Torrie, noticing that Stacy was surrounded by guys and looked like she was having the time of her life. She pushed open the heavy wooden door and leaned against the sink as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Torrie looked at her curiously. "Hey Steph, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Stephanie whispered. She suddenly turned her head so she was facing her friend. Her eyes were wide and she had a smile spread over her face. "Come on, let's go back out."
"But I thought that you needed a break?" Torrie asked. She pulled her hair off her neck and into a low ponytail before following Stephanie out of the cramped bathroom.
"I wanna get drunk." Stephanie said simply, causing Torrie to snap her head up in alarm.
"Excuse me?"
"Didn't you hear me?" Stephanie asked, grabbing a drink off the tray of a passing my waiter. "Drunk, plastered, wasted. Hangover in the morning, not being able to remember a damn thing."
//and my heart's beating out of my chest. and this town is still making me sick. and every penny from my last paycheck. I've blown it on you//
"Hey sweetheart."
Stephanie looked up at the guy that was making an advance on her and pushed her hair out of her face before smiling back at him. "Hey."
He took her hand and led her over to the corner farthest away from the DJ. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Stephanie." She giggled, having no clue who she was talking to. "And yours?"
He shook his head slowly. "That's not important." He held out his hand and lifted up his fingers to reveal two small, almost chalky colored tablets. "These things usually go for almost fifty dollars a shot." He grinned. "But, you seem like you could use these for free."
"Oh. Well thanks, I guess." Stephanie grinned before taking the two pills. She took the drink from his outstretched hand and brought it up to her lips. She wrinkled up her nose, but downed the drugs and liquid in a single gulp.
The guy smirked and patted her on the shoulder. "Good luck sweetheart." He said before taking off in search of another victim.
+*+*+*+
Torrie pushed her way through the group of guys forming a protective circle around Stacy. "Have you seen Stephanie anywhere?"
Stacy shook her head and closed her eyes as she continued to dance with the guy in front of her.
"Well thanks anyways for your help." Torrie snapped, spinning on her heeled boot away from the tall blonde. A guy grabbed hold of her arm but she brushed him off. She heard the faint mutter of 'bitch' as she stalked away, but didn't care. She was on a mission, not wanting her friend to fall victim to any of the merciless guys who preyed on girls who were, for the lack of a better term, drunk off their ass.
Torrie pulled a chair away from a nearby table and grabbed a hold of the back as she steadied herself on the heels she was wearing. Keeping one hand on the back of the chair, she used her other hand to shield her eyes as she scanned the room to find Stephanie.
She, unfortunately, didn't see her friend. Instead though, she saw somebody that could help her a hell of a lot better then Stacy. She climbed off the chair carefully, only losing her footing once, and kept her eye on the guy as she made her way across the room. As soon as she was close enough, she waved her hand and caught his attention.
//I'm bouncing off the walls again. and I'm looking like a fool again. so go ahead and take a picture. and hang it up so you can tear me down//
Stephanie looked around and didn't see anybody that looked even vaguely familiar. Her mind switched into a state of panic as she glanced around at all the people that seemed like colorful, swirling masses. Everything was getting to be too much for her; the lights, the smoke, music, the people. She tried putting her hand to her forehead, but missed completely and hit a person in back of her. "Sorry." She mumbled, not even turning around. She made her way over to a booth and got in, resting her head on the table.
"Excuse me, this is our table." A guy said, his girlfriend attached to his arm.
"I can't get up." Stephanie said quietly, practically in tears. Her legs were starting to feel heavy and get that prickly sensation and her mind felt like it was going in one hundred different directions. She got up and held onto a pillar for support, but her legs gave out underneath her and she fell to the ground, hitting her head on the table. She blacked out as soon as her head made contact with the floor.
//I don't care. 'cause I'm still here. and I've got nothing left to lose. with all the years I've wasted on you//
Torrie stood on her tiptoes, holding onto her companions shoulder for support. "Something's happening over there." She said fearfully, pointing to the far end of the club. The two pushed their way through the crowd and Torrie almost started crying when she saw the state her friend was in. She pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed '911', her hands shaking.
"Steph, are you okay? Can you hear me?" He asked softly, ignoring the looks of the people around him. He pushed her hair away from her face and her eyes fluttered open.
"What, what are you doing here?" She asked, a scared, almost child-like expression on her face. "Jericho, why are you here?" She whispered again.
He shook his head and had a heavy feeling in his heart. "It's not Jericho, Steph." He watched in panic as her eyes started to roll back into her head. "Steph, Stephanie, stay awake." He saw her struggle to keep her eyes open, but failed and they slowly closed. He put two fingers to the side of her neck and felt even more scared when the only pulse he could find was a very faint one.
"I'm sorry for everything." She said suddenly, causing him to look down at her. "I never meant to hurt you and all I cared about was myself when it should have been you." She reached a shaky hand up and slowly outlined his cheek, ending at the base of his neck. "I broke the picture." She said, starting to cry at the sudden remembrance.
He looked up as the medics rushed into the room. They lifted her on the stretched and Stephanie tried to raise her head up.
"What do you need Ms. McMahon?" One of the EMTs asked, restraining her arms so she couldn't move.
"Can, can Jason go with me?" She asked softly.
They looked at him as he stood there, his face a pale white color. "I suppose so." One of them answered. "But just because you're the only one here for her."
Jay sighed in relief and grabbed Stephanie's hand as he walked besides the stretcher.
They lifted her into the ambulance and had hooked her up to all the necessary machines when a medic looked up in alarm at the sudden beeping noise.
"We need to get her to the hospital right now." He said forcefully. "Her heart beat is slowing down."
//mommy and daddy's got the best cocaine. ritalin's never gonna feel the same. twenty-four hours on an empty brain. I got my finger on the trigger and end it my way//
Author's Quick Note: So what do you guys think of this so far? I appreciate all the wonderful reviews I got for the first chapter; it makes me so happy that you guys like this so much. What do you think about the pairing? Christian/Stephanie? I kinda got that idea when Angel said she wanted to come up with the weirdest pairings out there and that just popped into my mind! There's 2 more chapters after this and the 3rd should be up sometime before Wednesday. Please read and reviews with any comments, compliments, questions, insults even (I'm not picky!) ~FallenAngel~