She hissed through her teeth, wincing as the trainer probed her
injured ribs, trying to feel for any broken ones. Stephanie managed a small
smile for John as he wordlessly offered his hand to her, accepting the gesture.
Stephanie's mind drifted, thinking to how John had come out of
nowhere to help her. She wouldn't have been surprised if her father, Sable, and
A-Train had destroyed her in the middle of the ring. However, John had come out
to help her. Stephanie vaguely remembered seeing the Undertaker being helped to
the back as well. She really hoped that he was okay, for he had at least tried
to help her out and she already felt guilty at the idea of his being hurt at her
expense.
"Are you okay, Stephanie?" John asked worriedly, seeing the
dazed look in her eyes
"Mm-hmm," she managed to murmur, thinking of what had happened
after John saved her. He had carried her to the back, taking her immediately to
her dressing room, settling her gently on the couch. She had asked to go there,
knowing that she could summon a trainer and she didn't want attention brought to
herself. Stephanie had also expected, but not exactly wishing so, for John to
leave her.
He surprised her, though. John had actually sat next to her as
the trainer immediately began examining her, trying to determine if A-Train had
broken something with his powerful offense.
The door creaked open and Stephanie jumped slightly, half
expecting her father and Sable to come sauntering into the private room. John
half rose as well, stopping as the Undertaker walked into the room.
"Calm yourself, boy," Undertaker said, nodding to John as he
rested an arm against his injured ribs. "I'm not here to cause trouble."
Stephanie glanced between the two men, not surprised at the
immediate tension. After all, the two had just had two hellacious matches and
there was no love lost between the two. "Are you okay, Taker?" Stephanie finally
asked, noticing the way he was favoring his own ribs.
"I'll survive," the tall man replied, sitting gingerly in a
chair across from the two. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'll survive too," Stephanie said quietly, raising her arms
with a slight wince to allow the trainer to begin wrapping her ribs.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you out," Undertaker said quietly,
choosing to ignore the worried looks the trainer was aiming at him.
"It's not your fault," Stephanie replied. "My father's goons are
too much for any man alive."
"Still, I feel responsible," Undertaker said. "And there will be
hell to pay next week."
"You can count on that," John said, breaking his silence. The
Undertaker looked at him in surprise, and John raised his eyebrows. "I do have a
heart, you know."
"I didn't say anything," Undertaker replied, raising his hands
in defense with a small smile before wincing in pain.
"Are you... uh. sure you don't want to get that checked out?"
John asked. Undertaker gave him a look, and he quickly added, "Never mind, just
checking."
"We need some sort of game plan," Undertaker said.
"Jump from behind," Stephanie said, attempting to shift
positions like she always did while holding a conversation. Her aching ribs
screamed at her but when John noticed, he quickly helped the young McMahon to
sit up, causing Undertaker to raise an eyebrow at his caring manner for the
female.
He quickly wiped the look off his face, not wanting to insult
John with his skeptical look, instead choosing to say, "That sounds good and
all, but Steph, with Show, A-Train, Sable, and not to mention Brock Lesnar, the
have us beat. We need to figure out something, and something good."
"Yeah, but what?" Stephanie questioned, sighing and leaning her
head back.
John was about to say something but a shrill ring interrupted
them. "Can someone grab that for me? I can't move" Stephanie asked, nodding to
the phone sitting on a table a few feet away. John had the phone in his hand
before Undertaker could even stand, the veteran drawing up another amused look
at the move. John Cena was obviously smitten with Stephanie McMahon. "Who is
it?" Stephanie asked tiredly.
John glanced at the caller ID, then told her, "Lilian."
injured ribs, trying to feel for any broken ones. Stephanie managed a small
smile for John as he wordlessly offered his hand to her, accepting the gesture.
Stephanie's mind drifted, thinking to how John had come out of
nowhere to help her. She wouldn't have been surprised if her father, Sable, and
A-Train had destroyed her in the middle of the ring. However, John had come out
to help her. Stephanie vaguely remembered seeing the Undertaker being helped to
the back as well. She really hoped that he was okay, for he had at least tried
to help her out and she already felt guilty at the idea of his being hurt at her
expense.
"Are you okay, Stephanie?" John asked worriedly, seeing the
dazed look in her eyes
"Mm-hmm," she managed to murmur, thinking of what had happened
after John saved her. He had carried her to the back, taking her immediately to
her dressing room, settling her gently on the couch. She had asked to go there,
knowing that she could summon a trainer and she didn't want attention brought to
herself. Stephanie had also expected, but not exactly wishing so, for John to
leave her.
He surprised her, though. John had actually sat next to her as
the trainer immediately began examining her, trying to determine if A-Train had
broken something with his powerful offense.
The door creaked open and Stephanie jumped slightly, half
expecting her father and Sable to come sauntering into the private room. John
half rose as well, stopping as the Undertaker walked into the room.
"Calm yourself, boy," Undertaker said, nodding to John as he
rested an arm against his injured ribs. "I'm not here to cause trouble."
Stephanie glanced between the two men, not surprised at the
immediate tension. After all, the two had just had two hellacious matches and
there was no love lost between the two. "Are you okay, Taker?" Stephanie finally
asked, noticing the way he was favoring his own ribs.
"I'll survive," the tall man replied, sitting gingerly in a
chair across from the two. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'll survive too," Stephanie said quietly, raising her arms
with a slight wince to allow the trainer to begin wrapping her ribs.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you out," Undertaker said quietly,
choosing to ignore the worried looks the trainer was aiming at him.
"It's not your fault," Stephanie replied. "My father's goons are
too much for any man alive."
"Still, I feel responsible," Undertaker said. "And there will be
hell to pay next week."
"You can count on that," John said, breaking his silence. The
Undertaker looked at him in surprise, and John raised his eyebrows. "I do have a
heart, you know."
"I didn't say anything," Undertaker replied, raising his hands
in defense with a small smile before wincing in pain.
"Are you... uh. sure you don't want to get that checked out?"
John asked. Undertaker gave him a look, and he quickly added, "Never mind, just
checking."
"We need some sort of game plan," Undertaker said.
"Jump from behind," Stephanie said, attempting to shift
positions like she always did while holding a conversation. Her aching ribs
screamed at her but when John noticed, he quickly helped the young McMahon to
sit up, causing Undertaker to raise an eyebrow at his caring manner for the
female.
He quickly wiped the look off his face, not wanting to insult
John with his skeptical look, instead choosing to say, "That sounds good and
all, but Steph, with Show, A-Train, Sable, and not to mention Brock Lesnar, the
have us beat. We need to figure out something, and something good."
"Yeah, but what?" Stephanie questioned, sighing and leaning her
head back.
John was about to say something but a shrill ring interrupted
them. "Can someone grab that for me? I can't move" Stephanie asked, nodding to
the phone sitting on a table a few feet away. John had the phone in his hand
before Undertaker could even stand, the veteran drawing up another amused look
at the move. John Cena was obviously smitten with Stephanie McMahon. "Who is
it?" Stephanie asked tiredly.
John glanced at the caller ID, then told her, "Lilian."
