Regrets and Irony
This is a weird one.
There are multiple ways to take this beyond the ending, which I'll
explain at the end of the story.
TITLE: Regrets and Irony (1/1?) *R*
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: Sweetvalley99@aol.com, FYouWWF@aol.com, Juliet_316_2000@yahoo.com
RATING: R for mention of suicide.
CONTENT: ADULT LANGUAGE, mentions of suicide
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA, ANGST, and POSSIBLE VIGNETTE.
SPOILERS: Through the 3/24/02 RAW where Stephanie was expelled from the WWF.
SUMMARY: Somebody muses over somebody's last, final act on a dark,
stormy, night.
DISCLAIMER: Vince owns everything but the story idea.
DISTRIBUTION: Fanfiction.net, everyone else please ask.
Regrets and Irony.
It was raining and he didn't care.
It could've come down in a monsoon and he
wouldn't have paid any more attention to the road that he already was on this
stormy night, which was not very much at all. His thoughts were all
focused on the woman who he'd once loved more than anything and put him through
hell the last two months of her life, before her last act that had shocked them
all.
He couldn't believe she had done it.
He drove on. Faster than what was
acceptable in the weather that was currently raging outside his vehicle.
All Hunter Hearst Helmsley was minding was his estranged wife and her
actions following his pinning her in that three way three nights prior that
banished her from wrestling forever.
He'd never meant for it to happen that way.
All he'd wanted to do was to teach her a lesson. To pay her back
for all the hell she'd caused him beginning with the lie she'd told him about
being pregnant. Maybe he'd eventually have relented like Austin had done
with her old man and allowed her to come back. Now she would never come
back.
He still loved her. Despite all the
pain and agony and what Stephanie had put him through deep down he still loved
her, still cared about her. Perhaps that's what made Stephanie's final
act so hard to swallow. What made Vince's cruel announcement on SMACKDOWN
of what Stephanie had done so unreal.
He'd never wanted her to die.
It'd been a knee jerk reaction to make that
stipulation. Pin her and she was gone. It seemed so easy.
He'd wanted her gone. He hadn't recognized the consequences of what
he was asking from her if she lost. He regretted the hell out of it now.
I should've never have made that deal
with you Steph, Hunter thought as he drove further along the dark road.
He, of all people knew how wrestling was Stephanie's life. He
shared that same passion. It was what had originally brought them
together and perhaps in the end, that was what tore them apart. His
focusing so much on winning the Undisputed Championship at WrestleMania at all
cost that he distanced himself from everything else. Including his wife.
Perhaps that was what had drove Stephanie to tell her lie. It
didn't matter anymore.
Stephanie was dead. By her own hand.
He looked at the Championship Belts that
he'd newly won at WrestleMania in the passenger seat. He wondered if they
had been worth it. Were they really worth his wife committing suicide in
her bedroom, their bedroom? No, he didn't they where.
I love you Steph, he thought, why
did you have to kill yourself.
So focused on his thoughts and regrets he
was that he never saw the semi coming down the road. He never saw the
truck slam into him head - on. He'd known nothing more when the impact
occurred so he never had a chance to try to swerve away from the guardrail.
Never felt the impact of his car going off the cliff and landing in
flames in the rainy, stormy night.
Hunter Hearst Helmsley, in one quick
moment, had joined his Princess in Hell.
Okay, there are four options I can go with this. One is to leave them
both dead in which case there most likely not be a sequel or continuation to
this story. Two is to bring Hunter back but not Stephanie, option three
is to bring Stephanie back without Hunter, and the Fourth is to bring both of
them back from the dead.
I'll be doing a poll on both KarenFic and McMahonHelmsleyFic to see what option
people want to see.
Feedback is most appreciated on this one.
