Okay, my first WWE fic so don't be too harsh. Please.
Disclaimer: If I owned the WWE right now, Eric Bischoff would be fired right now. Since he isn't, that means I don't own it.
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"Looks like the little princess is having a hard time trying to make decisions for the matches," Jericho teased as he was doing his number 1 favorite hobby in the world. Bugging the walking time bomb. Also known as Stephanie McMahon.
"Leave Me Alone Chris!" Stephanie yelled, once again at the blonde wrestler. Still made no difference, she couldn't fire him. The fans wouldn't agree with that.
"Look, just because your ass-clown husband is over at Raw doesn't mean you can fling a 'Oh-I'm-Your-Wife-And-You-Gotta-Do-What-I-Say' fit at me" Jericho joked as Stephanie sighed.
"Very funny Chris. Har de fucking har," she mumbled as Chris gave off one of his girl crazy grins.
"I made you laugh," he rejoiced, celebrating like it was the 4th of July already. Stephanie just cracked a small smile then sighed.
"Boys," she mumbled as she began to go through the papers on her desk. Tomorrow night was Smackdown and the wrestlers were at the arena practicing there moves. Or in Matt Hardy's case, flirting with the Divas. There were only so many he could flirt with, Nidia and Torri. All the others were either not there or at Raw.
'Damn that Bischoff, damn him,' Stephanie thought as Jericho took this time to notice the girl's cold glare at the computer screen.
"Is your computer frozen or something?" he asked as Stephanie snapped out of it.
"No, just thinking. A lot of thinking," she answered.
"Need any help with the thinking, oh mighty 2 cent ho?" Chris said, doing a small bow like she was royalty.
"Would you stop calling me that. Can I atleast have a break from the name calling?" she asked with that hint of 'Get-Out-Of-My-Life-Before-I-Ruin- Yours' tone in her voice.
"Okay Steph, but still can I help you with anything?" Jericho asked as Stephanie had a look of relief on her face at hearing her nickname and not 2 cent ho or princess.
"Fine, Chris, fine. I was just thinking of something though. Why does Raw have way more Divas then we do?" she asked as Chris put on his thinking face then put on that 'Oh-My-God-Why-Didn't-I-Think-Of-That-Before!' face.
"Easy, Eric Bischoff basically has the Women's Champion belt" he said as Stephanie did that 'Damnit-I-Forgot-That' face and let her head fall onto her desk with a thump.
"Damn him, just plain old damn him God," she muttered into the wood of her desk. Then, her suddenly brightened up.
"You okay, I mean, you look like your happy to know that Bischoff has more women the you do?" Chris asked as Stephanie glared at him.
"Instead of trading you over here he should of traded Trish or Molly Holly! I don't care, I just didn't want you!" she nearly yelled as Chris jumped back a little.
"Uh, now I feel so loved," Chris joked as Stephanie just ignored that and sat back in her chair.
"I just got a plan. What if we bring in a all new Diva that has ties to the WWE like being a sibling to a wrestler or cousin like Molly Holly and Crash. But to make sure, we gotta know she's strong and will bring over some Divas wanting a good challenge," Stephanie said as Chris started thinking really hard right now.
"Why don't we ask your main eventers Steph, they may have a girl in mind you know," he stated as Stephanie hit him in the back of the head with a pen.
"That's it, why don't we go ask my main eventers if they have a girl in mind!" she stated as she stood up in her fancy buisness suit and left with Chris about to leave the door.
"Oh thankyou Chris for the idea! No problem Steph, it was MY great idea you know," he mumbled following his new boss. Why oh why he kept thinking Bischoff was doing trading him instead of Jeff Hardy or something. Oh yea, then the Hardyz would be back and bigger then ever. Of course Bischoff wouldn't let any Divas go, they're to pretty to let go.
"Damn, I hate Mr. Bitchoff" he mumbled as Steph was now like a missle, ready to hit her target.
First up: Matt Hardy and Nidia
"Matt, for real, I will never go out with someone who has...... Mattitude or whatever that is" Nidia said, tired of the Hardy Boy always hitting on her when Jamie wasn't around.
"Come on, just one small, wittle, itsy, bitsy date. Just a small picknick at a nearby park" Matt said with that pleading look in his eyes.
"No!" Nidia nearly screamed as Stephanie rounded the corner with Jericho behind her.
"Shit Stephanie! What you do! Let Bischoff into the building with his crew or he wouldn't be here!" Matt said pointing at Jericho as Stephanie sighed.
"Look, he was traded here by Bischoff and I just wanted to ask a simple question. Do you know any girls that might be willing to become Divas?" Steph asked as Matt went through his list of girls and their phone numbers.
"Jess......Kris..........Lindsay............ Nope none!" he pronounced as Stephanie began to leave.
"Matt, stop flirting or you're fired!" she yelled out as she turned back around to only find Chris and Nidia standing there. Apparently Matt didn't want to face her wrath.
Second up: Chris Benoit and Edge
"Damn Kurt......damn gold.........DAMN TEAM!!!" Benoit yelled as he repeatedly punched a punching bag over and over with Edge watching, waiting for his turn to take out all his anger on the poor bag.
"Know how you feel, damn cheaters if you ask me," Edge said taking a large gulp of water.
"Ooooooh Benoit, Edge!"
"Shit, run for it," Edge said, knowing that playful voice anywhere.
"Too late man, she spotted us. And to the looks of it, she brought a guest with her," Benoit said as Edge started to hit his head against the punching bag repeatedly. No one wanted to talk with Steph because all fear of being fired. Or punched. Or slapped. Or kicked.
"How may I help you Steph" Edge said, continuely hitting his head.
"Oh, I just wanted to know if either of you know lets say a girl who is good enough to become a Diva?" Steph said as now both Chris were glaring at each other.
"Zip" Edge murmered quickly.
"None" Benoit said as Stephanie's face dropped.
"Damn, this is going to be harder then I thought," she thought to herself as she grabbed Jericho's arm and dragged him along past the two Anti- Angles.
Many Wrestlers Asked Later With One Left To Go: The Undertaker
"Steph come on, I bet Team Angle know's someone!" Chris begged, not wanting to see the Lord of Darkness yet again.
"No, I don't want another graduate in my arena!" yelled the royal pain in the ass as they made their way to the Taker's locker room.
"Please don't be there, please don't be there," Chris pleaded to himself as Stephanie knocked on the door and then opened in it without a warning.
"Taker! You who! You in here!" she called inside as a voice answered back.
"What do you want oh mighty bitchy one," said a deep voice as Chris's hopes dropped at that moment.
"He's there!" he wailing as Stephanie grabbed his arm and dragged him inside the Taker's lair......... well a sorta like lair.
"Can I just ask you a question Taker?" Stephanie asked as Taker just gave her 'Better-Not-Be-About-Family' look and ushered her to ask away.
"I was wondering if you knew any girl willing enough to be a diva and help bring some of Raw's Diva's over here?" Steph asked as Taker went into thinking mode.
"I think I know of one. Yea, I do" he said as Stephanie's face lit up like a christmas tree.
"Really, well what's she like?" she asked as Chris just whined some more about being near a killer or something.
"Well, she likes bikes, isn't one to be push around unless it's the boss, mostly cruiserweight due to her high flying features like Lita, also very strong, but doesn't have much of a muscular look but is very strong," Taker descibed as Steph went into thinking.
"And how may I ask does she look. Like Trish Stratus, Lita, or Torri Wilson?" she asked as Taker went into thinking.
"More attitude then Trish, dresses like Lita, and looks like Torri. Well not exactly. She has pale features, black hair always up in a high ponytail, and brown eyes that look exactly like crismon," Taker said trying to picture the girl.
"School Girl or Bully?" Chris asked as Stephanie elbowed him in the stomach for asking that.
"No way near school girl and she'll make a bully cry," Taker laughed as he got out his duffle bag and started searching through it, looking for something. To Chris and Stephanie's surprise, the deadly man brought out a photo album, a FAMILY photo album.
"Why you searching in there?" Chris asked since Steph wasn't.
"Easy, getting you this picture," Taker said getting out a picture in the front of the album of a young girl, around early 20s, and just as how Taker described her. Not muscular but still looks strong, black hair in high pony, crismon eyes, black clothes on, pale, and basically everything else Taker said.
"So how do you know this babe?" Chris asked as looking over Stephanie's shoulder giving Steph the chance to whirl her fist up into his face.
"Easy, that so called 'babe' is my sister," the Undertaker said as Chris did a puppy sound a keeled over on the locker room floor. Steph just ignored both of them and looked at the picture.
'Soon, I shall have all the Divas back over here on Smackdown' she thought as Jericho had another thought.
'It'll never work and mommy'
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Okay, so how was it. I know for sure that this will be a Jericho/Stephanie fic. Well a really hard one to make with this start but it will be one! Oh and I won't make is all my character centered. It'll mostly be a shared fic. Oh and god no, I'll try to make it as less mushy as I can if you want.
Please Review '
Disclaimer: If I owned the WWE right now, Eric Bischoff would be fired right now. Since he isn't, that means I don't own it.
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"Looks like the little princess is having a hard time trying to make decisions for the matches," Jericho teased as he was doing his number 1 favorite hobby in the world. Bugging the walking time bomb. Also known as Stephanie McMahon.
"Leave Me Alone Chris!" Stephanie yelled, once again at the blonde wrestler. Still made no difference, she couldn't fire him. The fans wouldn't agree with that.
"Look, just because your ass-clown husband is over at Raw doesn't mean you can fling a 'Oh-I'm-Your-Wife-And-You-Gotta-Do-What-I-Say' fit at me" Jericho joked as Stephanie sighed.
"Very funny Chris. Har de fucking har," she mumbled as Chris gave off one of his girl crazy grins.
"I made you laugh," he rejoiced, celebrating like it was the 4th of July already. Stephanie just cracked a small smile then sighed.
"Boys," she mumbled as she began to go through the papers on her desk. Tomorrow night was Smackdown and the wrestlers were at the arena practicing there moves. Or in Matt Hardy's case, flirting with the Divas. There were only so many he could flirt with, Nidia and Torri. All the others were either not there or at Raw.
'Damn that Bischoff, damn him,' Stephanie thought as Jericho took this time to notice the girl's cold glare at the computer screen.
"Is your computer frozen or something?" he asked as Stephanie snapped out of it.
"No, just thinking. A lot of thinking," she answered.
"Need any help with the thinking, oh mighty 2 cent ho?" Chris said, doing a small bow like she was royalty.
"Would you stop calling me that. Can I atleast have a break from the name calling?" she asked with that hint of 'Get-Out-Of-My-Life-Before-I-Ruin- Yours' tone in her voice.
"Okay Steph, but still can I help you with anything?" Jericho asked as Stephanie had a look of relief on her face at hearing her nickname and not 2 cent ho or princess.
"Fine, Chris, fine. I was just thinking of something though. Why does Raw have way more Divas then we do?" she asked as Chris put on his thinking face then put on that 'Oh-My-God-Why-Didn't-I-Think-Of-That-Before!' face.
"Easy, Eric Bischoff basically has the Women's Champion belt" he said as Stephanie did that 'Damnit-I-Forgot-That' face and let her head fall onto her desk with a thump.
"Damn him, just plain old damn him God," she muttered into the wood of her desk. Then, her suddenly brightened up.
"You okay, I mean, you look like your happy to know that Bischoff has more women the you do?" Chris asked as Stephanie glared at him.
"Instead of trading you over here he should of traded Trish or Molly Holly! I don't care, I just didn't want you!" she nearly yelled as Chris jumped back a little.
"Uh, now I feel so loved," Chris joked as Stephanie just ignored that and sat back in her chair.
"I just got a plan. What if we bring in a all new Diva that has ties to the WWE like being a sibling to a wrestler or cousin like Molly Holly and Crash. But to make sure, we gotta know she's strong and will bring over some Divas wanting a good challenge," Stephanie said as Chris started thinking really hard right now.
"Why don't we ask your main eventers Steph, they may have a girl in mind you know," he stated as Stephanie hit him in the back of the head with a pen.
"That's it, why don't we go ask my main eventers if they have a girl in mind!" she stated as she stood up in her fancy buisness suit and left with Chris about to leave the door.
"Oh thankyou Chris for the idea! No problem Steph, it was MY great idea you know," he mumbled following his new boss. Why oh why he kept thinking Bischoff was doing trading him instead of Jeff Hardy or something. Oh yea, then the Hardyz would be back and bigger then ever. Of course Bischoff wouldn't let any Divas go, they're to pretty to let go.
"Damn, I hate Mr. Bitchoff" he mumbled as Steph was now like a missle, ready to hit her target.
First up: Matt Hardy and Nidia
"Matt, for real, I will never go out with someone who has...... Mattitude or whatever that is" Nidia said, tired of the Hardy Boy always hitting on her when Jamie wasn't around.
"Come on, just one small, wittle, itsy, bitsy date. Just a small picknick at a nearby park" Matt said with that pleading look in his eyes.
"No!" Nidia nearly screamed as Stephanie rounded the corner with Jericho behind her.
"Shit Stephanie! What you do! Let Bischoff into the building with his crew or he wouldn't be here!" Matt said pointing at Jericho as Stephanie sighed.
"Look, he was traded here by Bischoff and I just wanted to ask a simple question. Do you know any girls that might be willing to become Divas?" Steph asked as Matt went through his list of girls and their phone numbers.
"Jess......Kris..........Lindsay............ Nope none!" he pronounced as Stephanie began to leave.
"Matt, stop flirting or you're fired!" she yelled out as she turned back around to only find Chris and Nidia standing there. Apparently Matt didn't want to face her wrath.
Second up: Chris Benoit and Edge
"Damn Kurt......damn gold.........DAMN TEAM!!!" Benoit yelled as he repeatedly punched a punching bag over and over with Edge watching, waiting for his turn to take out all his anger on the poor bag.
"Know how you feel, damn cheaters if you ask me," Edge said taking a large gulp of water.
"Ooooooh Benoit, Edge!"
"Shit, run for it," Edge said, knowing that playful voice anywhere.
"Too late man, she spotted us. And to the looks of it, she brought a guest with her," Benoit said as Edge started to hit his head against the punching bag repeatedly. No one wanted to talk with Steph because all fear of being fired. Or punched. Or slapped. Or kicked.
"How may I help you Steph" Edge said, continuely hitting his head.
"Oh, I just wanted to know if either of you know lets say a girl who is good enough to become a Diva?" Steph said as now both Chris were glaring at each other.
"Zip" Edge murmered quickly.
"None" Benoit said as Stephanie's face dropped.
"Damn, this is going to be harder then I thought," she thought to herself as she grabbed Jericho's arm and dragged him along past the two Anti- Angles.
Many Wrestlers Asked Later With One Left To Go: The Undertaker
"Steph come on, I bet Team Angle know's someone!" Chris begged, not wanting to see the Lord of Darkness yet again.
"No, I don't want another graduate in my arena!" yelled the royal pain in the ass as they made their way to the Taker's locker room.
"Please don't be there, please don't be there," Chris pleaded to himself as Stephanie knocked on the door and then opened in it without a warning.
"Taker! You who! You in here!" she called inside as a voice answered back.
"What do you want oh mighty bitchy one," said a deep voice as Chris's hopes dropped at that moment.
"He's there!" he wailing as Stephanie grabbed his arm and dragged him inside the Taker's lair......... well a sorta like lair.
"Can I just ask you a question Taker?" Stephanie asked as Taker just gave her 'Better-Not-Be-About-Family' look and ushered her to ask away.
"I was wondering if you knew any girl willing enough to be a diva and help bring some of Raw's Diva's over here?" Steph asked as Taker went into thinking mode.
"I think I know of one. Yea, I do" he said as Stephanie's face lit up like a christmas tree.
"Really, well what's she like?" she asked as Chris just whined some more about being near a killer or something.
"Well, she likes bikes, isn't one to be push around unless it's the boss, mostly cruiserweight due to her high flying features like Lita, also very strong, but doesn't have much of a muscular look but is very strong," Taker descibed as Steph went into thinking.
"And how may I ask does she look. Like Trish Stratus, Lita, or Torri Wilson?" she asked as Taker went into thinking.
"More attitude then Trish, dresses like Lita, and looks like Torri. Well not exactly. She has pale features, black hair always up in a high ponytail, and brown eyes that look exactly like crismon," Taker said trying to picture the girl.
"School Girl or Bully?" Chris asked as Stephanie elbowed him in the stomach for asking that.
"No way near school girl and she'll make a bully cry," Taker laughed as he got out his duffle bag and started searching through it, looking for something. To Chris and Stephanie's surprise, the deadly man brought out a photo album, a FAMILY photo album.
"Why you searching in there?" Chris asked since Steph wasn't.
"Easy, getting you this picture," Taker said getting out a picture in the front of the album of a young girl, around early 20s, and just as how Taker described her. Not muscular but still looks strong, black hair in high pony, crismon eyes, black clothes on, pale, and basically everything else Taker said.
"So how do you know this babe?" Chris asked as looking over Stephanie's shoulder giving Steph the chance to whirl her fist up into his face.
"Easy, that so called 'babe' is my sister," the Undertaker said as Chris did a puppy sound a keeled over on the locker room floor. Steph just ignored both of them and looked at the picture.
'Soon, I shall have all the Divas back over here on Smackdown' she thought as Jericho had another thought.
'It'll never work and mommy'
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Okay, so how was it. I know for sure that this will be a Jericho/Stephanie fic. Well a really hard one to make with this start but it will be one! Oh and I won't make is all my character centered. It'll mostly be a shared fic. Oh and god no, I'll try to make it as less mushy as I can if you want.
Please Review '