_-^-_
He had to do something. He was not going to let some off-the-street prick destroy all of his plans that he had been setting up and planning for quite some time. Paul had to do something. He couldn't just sit on his hands while everything that he had worked for is taken away from him. He would have to get between the two of them. That was the only plan that he could come up with.
Paul would have to break the two up and then swoop in on Stephanie like an angel from above. But how? That was what he had to plan. How could he break the two apart? It shouldn't be that difficult since they had just gotten together in the past seven days. Paul thought and thought and thought some more.
_-^-_
Fred entered the locker room of Vince McMahon and immediately his eyes fell on the man that was burning a hole in the floor as he paced. Vince McMahon looked up from his pacing and stopped. He looked to the two figures standing in front of the door.
Fred noticed Vince's eyes went straight to Fred and his face became stricken and paler than either of the two had ever seen. He then turned to Stephanie and smiled brightly. They went to each other and met halfway at the couch. They embraced tightly and said their hellos.
Fred felt suddenly left out, as if Vince had already cast him out of his thoughts and disregarded his very presence. But Stephanie was not going to let that happen. She quickly turned her fathers attention back to the reason why she was here.
"Dad, you remember Fred Ward right? The man who saved my life?" Stephanie said directing her father's attention to Fred.
"Yes..Yes I do. Why is he here?" Vince said suspiciously. He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear Stephanie say it to him.
"Well dad," Stephanie began, walking from her father and over to Fred. He put his arms around her waist and propped his head on her shoulder, "he's my surprise. He's my boyfriend."
Vince didn't react for a moment; he just seeped in the information. Then he just looked at his shoes and nodded. He looked up from his shoes to Fred.
"Uh, Fred, do you think you could give me and my daughter a moment alone please?" he said with a fake smile stretched across his face.
This made Stephanie confused at it showed on her face, but Fred knew what was happening but didn't want to be rude. He nodded.
"Sure Mr. McMahon, I'll just be around the corner," Fred spoke, letting go of Stephanie's waist, giving her a goodbye kiss, and quickly exited through the door.
He stood on the other side of the door and sat against it. He closed his eyes and sighed watching the circles form behind his lids. He could tell from his reaction that Vince disapproved of his courting his daughter (very much if he read him right).
Fred slowly opened his eyes and set off down the corridor, a lost soul in the house of heaven.
_-^-_
"Dad what the hell was that about?" Stephanie said, confused and angry.
Vince sighed and responded, "Dear, I think this is a conversation between the two of us only."
"And what conversation is that dad?"
"The conversation about what a mistake you're making."
Stephanie couldn't believe her ears, here was her dad disapproving of the man, the only man, who could make her happy like this.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Stephanie's anger coming further to a head but not quite.
"It means that this isn't the kind of man that you want to get involved with, he's carrying the world on his shoulders and he will drop it on to anyone who comes by and you don't deserve that."
"That is not what is happening here, that is so far from the truth it's scary. Yeah, he is carrying the world across his back but he doesn't want to give it to anyone. Hell, he was terribly reluctant to tell me about it and even after he felt bad for telling me because he thought that he had passed some of the burden on to me. But you know what, I would be happy to carry some of that awful weight and you know why? Do have any idea why I would do that for him? Do you?"
Vince sighed yet again and closed his eyes, he knew what she was going to say and he knew it was a load of shit but he resigned himself to hear it anyway.
"Why Stephanie?"
"Because I love him."
_-^-_
Fred navigated corridor after corridor, not really doing anything but looking at things. No one paid attention to him, which he didn't mind. He was in a mix of emotions at the moment, he was both nervous with his stomach in knots for the decision from Vince and he was excited with his heart in his throat from the fact that he was at a WWE event backstage. He saw superstar after superstar and his heart did back flips after back flips from the sight of them.
'Holy shit there's Billy Gunn and Funaki and Big Show and Undertaker,' he said to himself.
It was amazing; he was living a dream at this moment. But as soon as he got too happy with his situation, he was rocketed back to the present by a muscular, big-nosed man leaning against a wall around the corner from where he currently was.
"I know I was totally shocked too," Fred heard Paul say to another, unknown person, " But how do you think I feel, what with me going out with Steph and all? It shocked me at first and I couldn't do anything but now I'm pissed. But she's talking with her dad right now and he's got a people there to stop anyone from coming in after them. It really sucks."
Fred was frozen in his spot. Stephanie, going out with someone else? His eyes were wide and he stumbled back and then ran. He didn't see Paul come from behind the corner with no one else and laugh at the sight of a retreating Fred.
_-^-_
"God dammit dad, why won't you listen to what I want?" Stephanie yelled at her father.
"Because Stephanie, you are being stupid and unreasonable," replied her father icily.
"I'm not the one being stupid here, you're the one who doesn't want his daughter to be in love with someone."
"I never said that I didn't want you to be in love, I said that this Fred Ward is the wrong person for you."
"And who are you to decide who is and who is not good for me?"
"I am you're father Stephanie and I know what is best."
"Jesus Christ dad, I am a grown woman and can make decisions for myself, good ones at that. That's the reason you appointed me General Manager."
"Yes, that is why I named you General Manager because I thought that you could make good decisions but in this instance you have made a bad decision. Now I am your father and my decision is that you cease a relationship with this Fred Ward and that is final!"
_-^-_
Fred raced down the corridor getting looks from all he passed. He needed to go see Stephanie; he had to know if she was dating someone else. It would eat him up if he didn't find out.
But on his way to Vince's office, he accidentally ran headlong into someone, knocking the both to the cement floor.
Fred shook his head, shaking the cobwebs from his head and looked at the person he had hit. Chris Jericho looked back at him with a smile.
"Well, if it isn't the crucified one himself," he said as he got up. "Here let me give you a hand."
Chris extended a hand to Fred and he took it graciously and pulled himself up. They both dusted themselves off and looked at each other again.
"So what was so important that you needed to break the sound barrier to get down the hallway?" the blonde Canadian asked.
"Oh, I need to go see Stephanie," Fred said, making a move to go down the hallway but being stopped by Jericho's arm.
"Well, you won't be seeing her now at least. Vince's office is being guarded and they won't let anyone through. Trust me, I've tried. The cement liked me then too."
Fred laughed in a small way but only out of necessity, because if he didn't find out about this whole Paul/Stephanie thing he was going to start pulling his hair out in clumps and he knew from experience that he looked terrible bald. Then a thought dawned on Fred's head and he looked at Jericho with hope.
"Hey, you're friends with Stephanie aren't you?"
"I would call us more best friends but that works too. Why?"
"Well, I heard Paul Levesque talking with someone, and he said that he and Stephanie were going out. Is that true?"
Jericho looked at Fred for a second and then busted out in laughter. He had to clutch at a nearby table to keep his balance. Tears were staining his cheeks when he finally gained his composure and he quickly wiped them away and looked at Fred still giggling and chuckling slightly.
"You're joking me right? Stephanie and Paul? No, no, that was never anything let alone now. They dated like twice when they were doing that whole married storyline but they never grew into anything. She thought he was boring at stupid and he thought that he was god. She wouldn't touch him with a 30 foot pole."
Fred gave a sigh in relief and this confused Chris, "Don't tell me you believed him?"
Fred shrugged. "Well, we got together at a kind of spur of the moment thing and I have no clue about her personal life nowadays."
"I guess that's a good reason, but you need to know something, here come into my locker room."
Chris led Fred through a 'Chris Jericho' plated door and then closed the door.
_-^-_
"Aren't there some other people you could go out with? Like Kurt Angle or Chris Irvine or Paul Levesque." Vince pleaded with his daughter.
"Uh, yuck dad. First, Kurt and Chris are both my friends and Paul, well, just look at him. He's disgusting," Stephanie said with her face scrunched in disgust.
"Come on Stephanie, I think you're being unfair. He's very gentlemanly and nice."
Stephanie broke out into a fit of giggles at that with the great disapproval of her father. She finally composed herself and responded, "No dad I'm not being unfair, he really is disgusting. But you don't seem to get it yet. No one could make me as happy as I am with Fred, burdened or not it doesn't matter. I love him and neither you or Paul or anyone else will ever change that fact."
_-^-_
A/N: I am so sorry that I have taken -am counting on fingers- about 3 months to get this out but I haven't felt anything for this story and then I got caught up with Crow-SE (which you should take a look at by the way) and didn't think about this one.
Anywayz, I wanna give yet another big shout out to my home girl (hehe coming from a white boy that sounds so stupid, unless I was Eminem) Diosa Alexia who is frosty (meaning cool) beyond words. You rule, rock, and any other words that you can use in that place.
Oh, and I wanted to shout at Julia and say that my ending 'So until next time my murder; same black wings, same damn card' means a number of different things which I shall now explain in long detail.
I first got the idea from a lyric from an Eminem song that said "So until next time my friends; same blond hair, same rap channel" or something like that. So I used the same thing only incorporating myself into it. 'My murder' are you guys because a murder is a flock of crows which also explains the 'same black wings' part because crows are black -am seeing everyone roll there eyes at me-. And the 'same damn card' part is apparent in my pen name 'King of Spades'. And it all means (combined that is) that I will stay that damn card with those same black wings until next time..figuratively of course.
So that was an extremely long and pointless author's note so I shall fade back into the shadows from whence I came.
So until next time my murder; same black wings, same damn card.
SYWISY
Freezing Fredric
Phredic the Gr8
King of Spades
KoS
..take your pick
He had to do something. He was not going to let some off-the-street prick destroy all of his plans that he had been setting up and planning for quite some time. Paul had to do something. He couldn't just sit on his hands while everything that he had worked for is taken away from him. He would have to get between the two of them. That was the only plan that he could come up with.
Paul would have to break the two up and then swoop in on Stephanie like an angel from above. But how? That was what he had to plan. How could he break the two apart? It shouldn't be that difficult since they had just gotten together in the past seven days. Paul thought and thought and thought some more.
_-^-_
Fred entered the locker room of Vince McMahon and immediately his eyes fell on the man that was burning a hole in the floor as he paced. Vince McMahon looked up from his pacing and stopped. He looked to the two figures standing in front of the door.
Fred noticed Vince's eyes went straight to Fred and his face became stricken and paler than either of the two had ever seen. He then turned to Stephanie and smiled brightly. They went to each other and met halfway at the couch. They embraced tightly and said their hellos.
Fred felt suddenly left out, as if Vince had already cast him out of his thoughts and disregarded his very presence. But Stephanie was not going to let that happen. She quickly turned her fathers attention back to the reason why she was here.
"Dad, you remember Fred Ward right? The man who saved my life?" Stephanie said directing her father's attention to Fred.
"Yes..Yes I do. Why is he here?" Vince said suspiciously. He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear Stephanie say it to him.
"Well dad," Stephanie began, walking from her father and over to Fred. He put his arms around her waist and propped his head on her shoulder, "he's my surprise. He's my boyfriend."
Vince didn't react for a moment; he just seeped in the information. Then he just looked at his shoes and nodded. He looked up from his shoes to Fred.
"Uh, Fred, do you think you could give me and my daughter a moment alone please?" he said with a fake smile stretched across his face.
This made Stephanie confused at it showed on her face, but Fred knew what was happening but didn't want to be rude. He nodded.
"Sure Mr. McMahon, I'll just be around the corner," Fred spoke, letting go of Stephanie's waist, giving her a goodbye kiss, and quickly exited through the door.
He stood on the other side of the door and sat against it. He closed his eyes and sighed watching the circles form behind his lids. He could tell from his reaction that Vince disapproved of his courting his daughter (very much if he read him right).
Fred slowly opened his eyes and set off down the corridor, a lost soul in the house of heaven.
_-^-_
"Dad what the hell was that about?" Stephanie said, confused and angry.
Vince sighed and responded, "Dear, I think this is a conversation between the two of us only."
"And what conversation is that dad?"
"The conversation about what a mistake you're making."
Stephanie couldn't believe her ears, here was her dad disapproving of the man, the only man, who could make her happy like this.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Stephanie's anger coming further to a head but not quite.
"It means that this isn't the kind of man that you want to get involved with, he's carrying the world on his shoulders and he will drop it on to anyone who comes by and you don't deserve that."
"That is not what is happening here, that is so far from the truth it's scary. Yeah, he is carrying the world across his back but he doesn't want to give it to anyone. Hell, he was terribly reluctant to tell me about it and even after he felt bad for telling me because he thought that he had passed some of the burden on to me. But you know what, I would be happy to carry some of that awful weight and you know why? Do have any idea why I would do that for him? Do you?"
Vince sighed yet again and closed his eyes, he knew what she was going to say and he knew it was a load of shit but he resigned himself to hear it anyway.
"Why Stephanie?"
"Because I love him."
_-^-_
Fred navigated corridor after corridor, not really doing anything but looking at things. No one paid attention to him, which he didn't mind. He was in a mix of emotions at the moment, he was both nervous with his stomach in knots for the decision from Vince and he was excited with his heart in his throat from the fact that he was at a WWE event backstage. He saw superstar after superstar and his heart did back flips after back flips from the sight of them.
'Holy shit there's Billy Gunn and Funaki and Big Show and Undertaker,' he said to himself.
It was amazing; he was living a dream at this moment. But as soon as he got too happy with his situation, he was rocketed back to the present by a muscular, big-nosed man leaning against a wall around the corner from where he currently was.
"I know I was totally shocked too," Fred heard Paul say to another, unknown person, " But how do you think I feel, what with me going out with Steph and all? It shocked me at first and I couldn't do anything but now I'm pissed. But she's talking with her dad right now and he's got a people there to stop anyone from coming in after them. It really sucks."
Fred was frozen in his spot. Stephanie, going out with someone else? His eyes were wide and he stumbled back and then ran. He didn't see Paul come from behind the corner with no one else and laugh at the sight of a retreating Fred.
_-^-_
"God dammit dad, why won't you listen to what I want?" Stephanie yelled at her father.
"Because Stephanie, you are being stupid and unreasonable," replied her father icily.
"I'm not the one being stupid here, you're the one who doesn't want his daughter to be in love with someone."
"I never said that I didn't want you to be in love, I said that this Fred Ward is the wrong person for you."
"And who are you to decide who is and who is not good for me?"
"I am you're father Stephanie and I know what is best."
"Jesus Christ dad, I am a grown woman and can make decisions for myself, good ones at that. That's the reason you appointed me General Manager."
"Yes, that is why I named you General Manager because I thought that you could make good decisions but in this instance you have made a bad decision. Now I am your father and my decision is that you cease a relationship with this Fred Ward and that is final!"
_-^-_
Fred raced down the corridor getting looks from all he passed. He needed to go see Stephanie; he had to know if she was dating someone else. It would eat him up if he didn't find out.
But on his way to Vince's office, he accidentally ran headlong into someone, knocking the both to the cement floor.
Fred shook his head, shaking the cobwebs from his head and looked at the person he had hit. Chris Jericho looked back at him with a smile.
"Well, if it isn't the crucified one himself," he said as he got up. "Here let me give you a hand."
Chris extended a hand to Fred and he took it graciously and pulled himself up. They both dusted themselves off and looked at each other again.
"So what was so important that you needed to break the sound barrier to get down the hallway?" the blonde Canadian asked.
"Oh, I need to go see Stephanie," Fred said, making a move to go down the hallway but being stopped by Jericho's arm.
"Well, you won't be seeing her now at least. Vince's office is being guarded and they won't let anyone through. Trust me, I've tried. The cement liked me then too."
Fred laughed in a small way but only out of necessity, because if he didn't find out about this whole Paul/Stephanie thing he was going to start pulling his hair out in clumps and he knew from experience that he looked terrible bald. Then a thought dawned on Fred's head and he looked at Jericho with hope.
"Hey, you're friends with Stephanie aren't you?"
"I would call us more best friends but that works too. Why?"
"Well, I heard Paul Levesque talking with someone, and he said that he and Stephanie were going out. Is that true?"
Jericho looked at Fred for a second and then busted out in laughter. He had to clutch at a nearby table to keep his balance. Tears were staining his cheeks when he finally gained his composure and he quickly wiped them away and looked at Fred still giggling and chuckling slightly.
"You're joking me right? Stephanie and Paul? No, no, that was never anything let alone now. They dated like twice when they were doing that whole married storyline but they never grew into anything. She thought he was boring at stupid and he thought that he was god. She wouldn't touch him with a 30 foot pole."
Fred gave a sigh in relief and this confused Chris, "Don't tell me you believed him?"
Fred shrugged. "Well, we got together at a kind of spur of the moment thing and I have no clue about her personal life nowadays."
"I guess that's a good reason, but you need to know something, here come into my locker room."
Chris led Fred through a 'Chris Jericho' plated door and then closed the door.
_-^-_
"Aren't there some other people you could go out with? Like Kurt Angle or Chris Irvine or Paul Levesque." Vince pleaded with his daughter.
"Uh, yuck dad. First, Kurt and Chris are both my friends and Paul, well, just look at him. He's disgusting," Stephanie said with her face scrunched in disgust.
"Come on Stephanie, I think you're being unfair. He's very gentlemanly and nice."
Stephanie broke out into a fit of giggles at that with the great disapproval of her father. She finally composed herself and responded, "No dad I'm not being unfair, he really is disgusting. But you don't seem to get it yet. No one could make me as happy as I am with Fred, burdened or not it doesn't matter. I love him and neither you or Paul or anyone else will ever change that fact."
_-^-_
A/N: I am so sorry that I have taken -am counting on fingers- about 3 months to get this out but I haven't felt anything for this story and then I got caught up with Crow-SE (which you should take a look at by the way) and didn't think about this one.
Anywayz, I wanna give yet another big shout out to my home girl (hehe coming from a white boy that sounds so stupid, unless I was Eminem) Diosa Alexia who is frosty (meaning cool) beyond words. You rule, rock, and any other words that you can use in that place.
Oh, and I wanted to shout at Julia and say that my ending 'So until next time my murder; same black wings, same damn card' means a number of different things which I shall now explain in long detail.
I first got the idea from a lyric from an Eminem song that said "So until next time my friends; same blond hair, same rap channel" or something like that. So I used the same thing only incorporating myself into it. 'My murder' are you guys because a murder is a flock of crows which also explains the 'same black wings' part because crows are black -am seeing everyone roll there eyes at me-. And the 'same damn card' part is apparent in my pen name 'King of Spades'. And it all means (combined that is) that I will stay that damn card with those same black wings until next time..figuratively of course.
So that was an extremely long and pointless author's note so I shall fade back into the shadows from whence I came.
So until next time my murder; same black wings, same damn card.
SYWISY
Freezing Fredric
Phredic the Gr8
King of Spades
KoS
..take your pick