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"Unbelievable . . . What is he up to?" said a bald Olympian.
"I have no idea, but it is defiantly obvious what old big-nose is trying to do," said a blonde Canadian, "he is trying to break you two up."
Stephanie only nodded her head in thought from her position in Fred's lap with his hands around her waist. They had told each other their respective stories in detail, entailing revulsion at the very thought of their own infidelity from both Stephanie and Fred.
"But why?" said an obviously confused Stephanie McMahon, which was responded by Fred tightening his grip around her waist.
"Well that's kind of obvious babe," said a concerned Fred. "He wants you, not that I blame him. But you have nothing to worry about because his big- nose boogers aren't coming anywhere near you."
This got a giggle out of Steph, which Fred took as an invitation to attack. So as he went to tickling Steph, who in turn started laughing hysterically and rolling on the couch with him, Chris and Kurt just shook their heads, sighed and turned back to the subject at hand.
"Anyways, what should we do about this whole Paul thing?" said Jericho.
At that moment a stagehand knocked on the door and after an invitation, opened the door and announced that Stephanie was to report to the writers for a storyline change in her character. They closed the door again and left the group of four to themselves.
"Well I had better go," Stephanie said, trying to get up from the couch but just getting pulled back again.
"No not yet. You haven't given me a goodbye kiss yet," said Fred gradually closing the distance between their lips. They finally met together and went straight to work, moistening each other's lips and . . . uh . . . tongues.
Chris sighed, flabbergasted. " Are they going to be like this all the time?" he said as the couple made-out on the couch.
Kurt just shrugged and then turned back to the couple that wasn't paying anything any attention except for each other mouths and lips. "Would you get a room?"
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What a great idea this was. He hadn't been anymore brilliant until this moment in his opinion. This plan was air tight, nothing could get in its way. Things would shortly be moving in the right direction for Paul Levesque, no doubt about it. Life was about to pick up for the future World Heavyweight Champion.
He was about to have it all; the power, the money, the sex, everything. It would all be his, and in the future, when that ass of an owner McMahon was long dead, he would be the owner of World Wrestling Entertainment. The thought was immense, just the thought itself was powerful. But he couldn't get ahead of himself. Things had to go as planned before he was the all- powerful owner. Things had to be done and time had to pass.
A wicked smile came upon the face of Paul as he thought of the amount of time that it would take for this plan to evolve into what would be the foundation of a new era in the WWE. It would only take a few months, if that. Then he would be reaping the benefits of sleeping with the boss's daughter.
Paul laid his head back with his hands nestled on the back of his skull. He propped his feet up on a nearby table and waited for his upcoming segment on Smackdown.
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A storm of brown fury charged down the hallway leaving behind a trail of angry stares and exasperated faces. Stephanie was angry, angrier then she had been when she had fought with her dad. How could he do this to her? He knew she hated him but he still did this anyway. What kind of father was he?
Stephanie stopped in front of Chris Jericho's locker room and entered without knocking. People usually knocked around here but she was far too mad to care. She saw the three men sitting around the TV, watching the show. They all looked with surprise on their faces, faces that turned to worry in a matter of a second at the look on Stephanie's own face.
Fred stood and walked over to Steph and put his hands on her forearms, "What's wrong babe?"
Stephanie closed the distance between them and nestled into his chest as Fred wrapped his arms around her. She felt safe in his arms, as if nothing could touch her. Her father was being an ass and her life in the WWE was going downhill but at least she had Fred. Even though she had only been with him for a few days, she felt like she has known him forever and only now was she seeing him. He was such a rock for her and she definitely needed it.
"Yeah, there is something definitely wrong. My father is being such an asshole," she said from Fred's shirt.
Fred tilted her head to face him and he saw the fear in her eyes. "What's going on Steph?"
"He's having me pair up with Paul in our new storyline together, like we're getting back together."
Fred froze. He literally froze up. He stopped breathing, he didn't move a muscle, and the only thing moving in him was his mind. He fought not to start destroying things and it was hard work. How could Vince do this to Stephanie? He knew that she hated Paul and he knew that Steph and himself were together. So how could he be this stubborn and conniving towards them? Was he that bad of a guy that Vince needed to get a disgusting person like Paul to break them up? Apparently Vince thought so.
"Why would Vince do such a terrible thing?" said Kurt, asking the obvious question.
"Because he too wants to break me and Steph up. Damn, it seems like everyone is out to break us up," said Fred, accidentally letting some of his anger leak through.
"I know babe, but how do we keep from them manipulating us?" said a worried Stephanie.
Fred got an idea, "We play their game."
"What?" said everyone in the room.
"Yeah, we play their game, but we play it back on them."
"What are you talking about Fred?" Steph said.
"Well, we have you do the storyline with Paul right? Well then we fake them both into thinking the plan is working. Then when they spring the trap to break us up, we spring the lie on them and theirs just falls apart."
Stephanie nodded, thinking the plan over. "Sounds good. What do you guys think?"
Chris and Kurt only nodded, giving their agreement to the plan.
"Well then it's settled, I better go tell the writers that I'll do it. Bye," Steph said, waving to Chris and Kurt and giving Fred a kiss before leaving the room.
Fred sighed, "Things are going to get interesting."
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Stephanie had a large smile planted on her face as she left the writers of the WWE. She was feeling good about this plan that Fred came up with. It sounded really good. She was actually surprised that he thought of it because she had thought that he would be incredibly protective of her and wouldn't let her even look at other guys let alone tricking them into thinking she liked them. She was pleasantly surprised.
Out of the corner of her eye, Stephanie saw Paul walking towards her. She decided to put the plan in action and play with Paul's head a bit. This was going to be fun.
"Hey Paul, did you hear? We have a storyline together," Stephanie said sweetly, knowing full well that he must have lobbied for it or mentioned to Vince. He was such an asshole.
"Yeah I heard, isn't that weird?" Paul said, smiling inwardly at how his plan was working.
"Well no not really," Stephanie said flirtatiously, "I mean we do have great chemistry together. We always did do great with the married storyline."
"That's true. I always thought we were really great together."
"I know what you mean. I just wish they would put us together more often."
Stephanie knew she wasn't doing the greatest acting job, but it was just so damn hard not to start gagging at the sight and even smell of this stupid lummox. What did he bathe in, scent of Moose?
"I know. I love being around you, we should hang out more often."
"Yeah we should. I mean we have a lot to talk about with the upcoming storyline."
"Maybe we could even talk about," Paul said, rubbing the edge of his finger up her arm which caused a shudder of disgust from Stephanie that he either didn't feel or he ignored, ", me and you."
Stephanie wanted out of this conversation as quickly as possible. She was not even about to start getting into that field yet. She wanted his pants on. She quickly took a step back and out of the reach of Paul. She thought quickly for a good lie.
"You know, I better see how the show is going. I'll catch up to you later Paul," Stephanie said as she fought the urge to run down the hallway.
She left Paul in the middle of the hallway with a smile on his face. She was playing right into his hands. Soon she would come running into his arms, away from that son of a bitch Fred Ward. She would give him all the power he would ever need and that would be all she wrote. After that it was smooth sailing. She would be too weak to get away from him and he would be too strong to be stopped. It all would have happened by now if that bastard Fred Ward hadn't come into the picture.
He had had it all planned out. He would nuzzle up to Stephanie and gradually become her friend and then he would become her lover and then husband. He would be the most powerful man in the company next to Vince. Then that old fart would croak and all would be left was him. He would be a millionaire.. No, a billionaire. He didn't give a shit what happened to the company. As long as he got the money and the title, everything was fine. He could hire people to run the company for him and all would be well. Anyone who got in his way, he would crush them under the nail of his middle finger.
While all of that sounded good on paper, getting the job done seemed a little harder than Paul had planned. If Fred Ward hadn't come and stolen his key into the McMahon family, he would already be on the right track. So first things first, he had to get rid of Fred Ward. He had already recruited one of the major players in his scheme for WWE domination, but now it was time to get yet another piece of his much larger puzzle.
Paul set off down the hallway towards a very specific locker room for some very illicit business.
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"Do we have to go through with this?" whined a Stephanie McMahon who had just entered Chris Jericho's locker room.
"What happened babe?" said an opened armed Fred Ward sympathetically.
Stephanie walked morosely to her lovers open arms and fell into him. He wrapped her in his warm embrace and held her close to his chest. She obliged by nuzzling her head into his neck. She took a deep breath and captured the smell of Fred's aftershave. It smelled of outdoors; grass and fields, trees and forests. It reminded Stephanie of Connecticut and it calmed her and made her feel a whole lot better about everything.
"Oh, nothing," she said, not really caring about the whole Paul situation. "What happened to Chris and Kurt?"
"Oh they went out to do something on the show."
"Oh," Stephanie said before a light clicked on in her head. "Oooooh."
Fred turned so her could look into her eyes. He looked confused.
"What?"
"So that leaves us time to ourselves huh?" Stephanie said with a smile.
A light clicked in Fred's head too and they were now on the same page. "Yeah, I guess it does."
Stephanie teasingly fluttered kisses up Fred's neck and took her sweet time to get to his lips. When their lips finally did meet, they pushed all of their pent up passion outward into that kiss. To onlookers they would have looked like they were trying to swallow one another as they were totally and completely caught up in their kiss.
They were so oblivious to he world around them that they didn't even notice someone knock on the door and then Kurt Angle and Chris Jericho walked through the door. They both stared at the couple making out on the couch and groaned.
"Are we gonna have to endure this much longer?" Kurt whined.
"Kurt, buddle ole pal, I think this is gonna go on for a very long time. And I don't mean tonight either," said Chris, slapping the Olympian on the back.
"Well I'm not eating at the shows ever again. I wouldn't want to throw it up every time I open a door onto a making out couple now would I?"
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A/N: I know, I know. It took me a long time to get this out. But I do have good reasons. I have been trying to write a book that could get published and make me and my family money. And although I only have about 33 pages of it done, I still think it is very good. I mean it took Stephen King around 12 years to finish The Gunslinger so I can take my time.
So, because of that, I had to put all of my stories on the backburner. I even put Crow-SE on hiatus. Now I'm back, but I don't know how often I will be able to get out chapters of this story. But, even though I have high school, dying family members, and a very stupid sister to deal with, I will try to update as often as I can. Thank you for your attention.
Oh, and as a sidenote, if I got a few more reviews, I might update a whole lot because I have the whole thing planned out in my head. It's just a matter of writing it is all. So, keep those reviews coming. And tell your friends about me. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters represented in this work of fiction, they are owned by the WWE and themselves.
So until next time my murder; same black wings, same damn card.
Fe Da / King of Spades / a lot of other stuff too
"Unbelievable . . . What is he up to?" said a bald Olympian.
"I have no idea, but it is defiantly obvious what old big-nose is trying to do," said a blonde Canadian, "he is trying to break you two up."
Stephanie only nodded her head in thought from her position in Fred's lap with his hands around her waist. They had told each other their respective stories in detail, entailing revulsion at the very thought of their own infidelity from both Stephanie and Fred.
"But why?" said an obviously confused Stephanie McMahon, which was responded by Fred tightening his grip around her waist.
"Well that's kind of obvious babe," said a concerned Fred. "He wants you, not that I blame him. But you have nothing to worry about because his big- nose boogers aren't coming anywhere near you."
This got a giggle out of Steph, which Fred took as an invitation to attack. So as he went to tickling Steph, who in turn started laughing hysterically and rolling on the couch with him, Chris and Kurt just shook their heads, sighed and turned back to the subject at hand.
"Anyways, what should we do about this whole Paul thing?" said Jericho.
At that moment a stagehand knocked on the door and after an invitation, opened the door and announced that Stephanie was to report to the writers for a storyline change in her character. They closed the door again and left the group of four to themselves.
"Well I had better go," Stephanie said, trying to get up from the couch but just getting pulled back again.
"No not yet. You haven't given me a goodbye kiss yet," said Fred gradually closing the distance between their lips. They finally met together and went straight to work, moistening each other's lips and . . . uh . . . tongues.
Chris sighed, flabbergasted. " Are they going to be like this all the time?" he said as the couple made-out on the couch.
Kurt just shrugged and then turned back to the couple that wasn't paying anything any attention except for each other mouths and lips. "Would you get a room?"
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What a great idea this was. He hadn't been anymore brilliant until this moment in his opinion. This plan was air tight, nothing could get in its way. Things would shortly be moving in the right direction for Paul Levesque, no doubt about it. Life was about to pick up for the future World Heavyweight Champion.
He was about to have it all; the power, the money, the sex, everything. It would all be his, and in the future, when that ass of an owner McMahon was long dead, he would be the owner of World Wrestling Entertainment. The thought was immense, just the thought itself was powerful. But he couldn't get ahead of himself. Things had to go as planned before he was the all- powerful owner. Things had to be done and time had to pass.
A wicked smile came upon the face of Paul as he thought of the amount of time that it would take for this plan to evolve into what would be the foundation of a new era in the WWE. It would only take a few months, if that. Then he would be reaping the benefits of sleeping with the boss's daughter.
Paul laid his head back with his hands nestled on the back of his skull. He propped his feet up on a nearby table and waited for his upcoming segment on Smackdown.
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A storm of brown fury charged down the hallway leaving behind a trail of angry stares and exasperated faces. Stephanie was angry, angrier then she had been when she had fought with her dad. How could he do this to her? He knew she hated him but he still did this anyway. What kind of father was he?
Stephanie stopped in front of Chris Jericho's locker room and entered without knocking. People usually knocked around here but she was far too mad to care. She saw the three men sitting around the TV, watching the show. They all looked with surprise on their faces, faces that turned to worry in a matter of a second at the look on Stephanie's own face.
Fred stood and walked over to Steph and put his hands on her forearms, "What's wrong babe?"
Stephanie closed the distance between them and nestled into his chest as Fred wrapped his arms around her. She felt safe in his arms, as if nothing could touch her. Her father was being an ass and her life in the WWE was going downhill but at least she had Fred. Even though she had only been with him for a few days, she felt like she has known him forever and only now was she seeing him. He was such a rock for her and she definitely needed it.
"Yeah, there is something definitely wrong. My father is being such an asshole," she said from Fred's shirt.
Fred tilted her head to face him and he saw the fear in her eyes. "What's going on Steph?"
"He's having me pair up with Paul in our new storyline together, like we're getting back together."
Fred froze. He literally froze up. He stopped breathing, he didn't move a muscle, and the only thing moving in him was his mind. He fought not to start destroying things and it was hard work. How could Vince do this to Stephanie? He knew that she hated Paul and he knew that Steph and himself were together. So how could he be this stubborn and conniving towards them? Was he that bad of a guy that Vince needed to get a disgusting person like Paul to break them up? Apparently Vince thought so.
"Why would Vince do such a terrible thing?" said Kurt, asking the obvious question.
"Because he too wants to break me and Steph up. Damn, it seems like everyone is out to break us up," said Fred, accidentally letting some of his anger leak through.
"I know babe, but how do we keep from them manipulating us?" said a worried Stephanie.
Fred got an idea, "We play their game."
"What?" said everyone in the room.
"Yeah, we play their game, but we play it back on them."
"What are you talking about Fred?" Steph said.
"Well, we have you do the storyline with Paul right? Well then we fake them both into thinking the plan is working. Then when they spring the trap to break us up, we spring the lie on them and theirs just falls apart."
Stephanie nodded, thinking the plan over. "Sounds good. What do you guys think?"
Chris and Kurt only nodded, giving their agreement to the plan.
"Well then it's settled, I better go tell the writers that I'll do it. Bye," Steph said, waving to Chris and Kurt and giving Fred a kiss before leaving the room.
Fred sighed, "Things are going to get interesting."
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Stephanie had a large smile planted on her face as she left the writers of the WWE. She was feeling good about this plan that Fred came up with. It sounded really good. She was actually surprised that he thought of it because she had thought that he would be incredibly protective of her and wouldn't let her even look at other guys let alone tricking them into thinking she liked them. She was pleasantly surprised.
Out of the corner of her eye, Stephanie saw Paul walking towards her. She decided to put the plan in action and play with Paul's head a bit. This was going to be fun.
"Hey Paul, did you hear? We have a storyline together," Stephanie said sweetly, knowing full well that he must have lobbied for it or mentioned to Vince. He was such an asshole.
"Yeah I heard, isn't that weird?" Paul said, smiling inwardly at how his plan was working.
"Well no not really," Stephanie said flirtatiously, "I mean we do have great chemistry together. We always did do great with the married storyline."
"That's true. I always thought we were really great together."
"I know what you mean. I just wish they would put us together more often."
Stephanie knew she wasn't doing the greatest acting job, but it was just so damn hard not to start gagging at the sight and even smell of this stupid lummox. What did he bathe in, scent of Moose?
"I know. I love being around you, we should hang out more often."
"Yeah we should. I mean we have a lot to talk about with the upcoming storyline."
"Maybe we could even talk about," Paul said, rubbing the edge of his finger up her arm which caused a shudder of disgust from Stephanie that he either didn't feel or he ignored, ", me and you."
Stephanie wanted out of this conversation as quickly as possible. She was not even about to start getting into that field yet. She wanted his pants on. She quickly took a step back and out of the reach of Paul. She thought quickly for a good lie.
"You know, I better see how the show is going. I'll catch up to you later Paul," Stephanie said as she fought the urge to run down the hallway.
She left Paul in the middle of the hallway with a smile on his face. She was playing right into his hands. Soon she would come running into his arms, away from that son of a bitch Fred Ward. She would give him all the power he would ever need and that would be all she wrote. After that it was smooth sailing. She would be too weak to get away from him and he would be too strong to be stopped. It all would have happened by now if that bastard Fred Ward hadn't come into the picture.
He had had it all planned out. He would nuzzle up to Stephanie and gradually become her friend and then he would become her lover and then husband. He would be the most powerful man in the company next to Vince. Then that old fart would croak and all would be left was him. He would be a millionaire.. No, a billionaire. He didn't give a shit what happened to the company. As long as he got the money and the title, everything was fine. He could hire people to run the company for him and all would be well. Anyone who got in his way, he would crush them under the nail of his middle finger.
While all of that sounded good on paper, getting the job done seemed a little harder than Paul had planned. If Fred Ward hadn't come and stolen his key into the McMahon family, he would already be on the right track. So first things first, he had to get rid of Fred Ward. He had already recruited one of the major players in his scheme for WWE domination, but now it was time to get yet another piece of his much larger puzzle.
Paul set off down the hallway towards a very specific locker room for some very illicit business.
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"Do we have to go through with this?" whined a Stephanie McMahon who had just entered Chris Jericho's locker room.
"What happened babe?" said an opened armed Fred Ward sympathetically.
Stephanie walked morosely to her lovers open arms and fell into him. He wrapped her in his warm embrace and held her close to his chest. She obliged by nuzzling her head into his neck. She took a deep breath and captured the smell of Fred's aftershave. It smelled of outdoors; grass and fields, trees and forests. It reminded Stephanie of Connecticut and it calmed her and made her feel a whole lot better about everything.
"Oh, nothing," she said, not really caring about the whole Paul situation. "What happened to Chris and Kurt?"
"Oh they went out to do something on the show."
"Oh," Stephanie said before a light clicked on in her head. "Oooooh."
Fred turned so her could look into her eyes. He looked confused.
"What?"
"So that leaves us time to ourselves huh?" Stephanie said with a smile.
A light clicked in Fred's head too and they were now on the same page. "Yeah, I guess it does."
Stephanie teasingly fluttered kisses up Fred's neck and took her sweet time to get to his lips. When their lips finally did meet, they pushed all of their pent up passion outward into that kiss. To onlookers they would have looked like they were trying to swallow one another as they were totally and completely caught up in their kiss.
They were so oblivious to he world around them that they didn't even notice someone knock on the door and then Kurt Angle and Chris Jericho walked through the door. They both stared at the couple making out on the couch and groaned.
"Are we gonna have to endure this much longer?" Kurt whined.
"Kurt, buddle ole pal, I think this is gonna go on for a very long time. And I don't mean tonight either," said Chris, slapping the Olympian on the back.
"Well I'm not eating at the shows ever again. I wouldn't want to throw it up every time I open a door onto a making out couple now would I?"
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A/N: I know, I know. It took me a long time to get this out. But I do have good reasons. I have been trying to write a book that could get published and make me and my family money. And although I only have about 33 pages of it done, I still think it is very good. I mean it took Stephen King around 12 years to finish The Gunslinger so I can take my time.
So, because of that, I had to put all of my stories on the backburner. I even put Crow-SE on hiatus. Now I'm back, but I don't know how often I will be able to get out chapters of this story. But, even though I have high school, dying family members, and a very stupid sister to deal with, I will try to update as often as I can. Thank you for your attention.
Oh, and as a sidenote, if I got a few more reviews, I might update a whole lot because I have the whole thing planned out in my head. It's just a matter of writing it is all. So, keep those reviews coming. And tell your friends about me. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters represented in this work of fiction, they are owned by the WWE and themselves.
So until next time my murder; same black wings, same damn card.
Fe Da / King of Spades / a lot of other stuff too