A/N: Wow, thank you to all those who reviewed, I'm glad you like the story so far. :)

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"Daddy, I want to propose a storyline to you."

"What did you have in mind Stephanie?"

"Well, I think that Chris Jericho should get a valet," she said sweetly, "I mean, you know, he's always alone, I think this might be a good move to have him actually show feelings for someone."

Stephanie was well aware that she was the apple of her father's eye, and that he would most likely give in to her every demand. It was also good that he didn't know about everyone hating her guts. They knew better than to cross the boss, and since he loved his precious little girl, no one would dare besmirch her name in his presence.

"Really," Vince told her, "Now did you have someone in mind? Yourself perhaps?"

"Oh no, not me," Stephanie said, "I was thinking maybe Dawn Marie. She's not really doing anything right now."

Vince beamed, "That's a great idea Princess! Put it into action."

"Thank you Daddy," Stephanie told him, coming across the desk to give him a hug.

She made her leave and as soon as she was out the door her smile transformed to a sneer. She walked straight to Chris's locker room, ignoring the dirty looks administered to her from just about everyone. To hell with all of them, she thought. She barged into Chris's locker room and found him in just a pair of boxers.

"God Stephanie, knock much?" he said, not making any move to put clothes on.

"Why knock? You don't have anything I haven't seen."

"Yeah, but you've never seen mine. Let's keep it that way," he said, taking a hairbrush and combing his hair out.

"I'd love to see yours," she told him mischievously.

"Yeah and while we're at it, let's invite Hunter to watch because I'm sure he'd love to see you cheating on him by fucking with me," Chris told her, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

She rolled her eyes, "You're just jealous."

"Oh my God Stephanie! Every time I say something that you have no comeback to, you always say I'm jealous. Trust me, I'm not."

She pulled in close to him and twined a strand of his hair around her manicured finger, "You are."

"Oh really? Why?"

"Don't even try to lie and say you wouldn't hit this."

"Oh sweetheart, you know I would. But does that mean I'm going to...No."

"We're already half way there," she said, eyeing his boxers.

She was so easy to read, Chris mused to himself. She always got flirty and suggestive when she was hatching some kind of plot. He knew that they would never actually sleep together, but it was fun to suggest. And when she was all close like this, he could almost believe that one day he would reach the Holy Grail that was Stephanie's body.

"I know we are, but I'm the only one in a state of undress," Chris told her.

She started unbuttoning her top slowly, letting her fingers linger against her exposed flesh. Chris's eyes were riveted to her chest as she unbuttoned one button after another. She watched him keenly as she kept unbuttoning, loving the way his eyes brightened every time new skin was bared. Pretty soon her red lace bra was completely visible. She dropped her shirt to the ground where it fell at their feet.

"There," she said to him, "And wipe the drool off your face."

It took him a second to recover, "Funny Stephanie, but it seems to me we're still not even."

"Oh, that's how you want to play then huh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I do like to play," he winked.

"Then....game on."

She reached around her back and found the zipper to her skirt. She licked her lips as the sound of the zipper slowly coming down filled the silent room. She knew she was torturing him and she loved it. He was like any other male, in essence, completely at her mercy once she showed a little bit of skin, but he was different too. She reached the bottom of the zipper and took her hands off the back of her skirt, letting it join the shirt on the ground.

Chris took a step back and admired her. She was a vision in her matching bra and panties. Her long brown hair was flowing carelessly over her bare shoulders, which gave way to her ample cleavage which he found himself staring at greedily. It was times like these he could feel himself getting jealous over what Hunter got to have and he didn't. He smiled appreciatively and sat down on the arm of the couch. She looked at him expectantly and he knew what she wanted to hear.

"You know you're beautiful. Me saying it won't make any difference," he told her.

"Maybe it would. You never know."

"You're beautiful."

"Aww, you didn't have to say that," she said coyly, before throwing her head back laughing.

"Why do you do this Stephanie?"

"Do what?"

"Tease me. You know it's hard to keep my restraint."

"You've never had problems before."

"True. So now let's get down to why you're here."

She came to stand between his legs and started rubbing his thighs. He looked down at her hands as they ran over and over on his skin. She was trying to get him riled up so to speak. This was a scene they had repeated many a time before and for the most part he was immune to her advances.

"Can't we do stuff before I tell you?"

"Nope, because right before I'm ready to jump you, you tell me that you can't and we don't do anything," he said, "I know you Stephanie."

"Fine," she said, laughing, "I talked to my father."

"Oh you did, did you? And did you suck up to the old man?"

"Didn't need to. You know Dad, I've got him wrapped around my little finger," she told him, holding up her pinkie finger.

"So you got the green light?"

"Yes, I did. Starting next show you and Dawn Marie are going to be wrestler and valet," she said brightly.

"And what do you plan to do with us?"

She went to the couch and laid down, crossing her legs over themselves and laying her head on her outstretched arm. Chris would love to take a picture of this and keep it for safe-keeping. It would sure do wonders for him when he was feeling lonely.

"Oh you know, this and that," she said nonchalantly.

"Stephanie?"

"Fine, you are going to come on to her every chance you get."

"Hey! Wait a second! She should be the one coming on to me," he told her, "Make her come on to me."

"But Chris," she whined, "I didn't get anything to warrant you getting the upper-hand."

"And just what do you want?" he asked, knowing it was something stupid or lustful or some other nonsense.

She beckoned him with her finger and he came over to stand up next to her on the couch. He looked down annoyed and could only imagine what was coming next. She knelt up on the couch and she was eye level with his chest. She put both of her hands on the side of his boxers gripping the elastic and looked up at him teasingly.

"Stephanie," he warned, "Don't fucking toy with me."

"Who's toying?"

A knock came on the door and then a voice, "Yo Jericho, is Stephanie in there with you?"

"Shit," Stephanie hissed, recognizing Hunter's voice.

"Fuck, great," Chris said, rushing over to grab Stephanie's clothes off the ground and shoving them in her arms, "The bathroom."

She ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Chris quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and checked himself over to make sure he didn't look suspicious. As he finished that task he opened the door and was greeted by the sight of Stephanie's boyfriend.

"Hey Hunter, what do you want?"

"Do you know where Stephanie is? I figure if anyone does, it's you."

"Now why is that?" Chris asked, tilting his head curiously.

"Jericho, you know you're friends with her ok? I don't like it anymore than anyone else, but until I get her away from the likes of you, I'm stuck, so where the fuck is she?" Hunter said, getting annoyed.

"I don't know ok."

"Oh, you don't?" he asked disbelievingly.

"No, you know, this might be a concept for you, but she's her own person and she's allowed to go off by herself, she doesn't need to tell someone she's going somewhere, but if you're that concerned, maybe you should keep tabs on your girlfriend. Or better yet, maybe she's trying to get away from you because she doesn't like you, ever think of that genius?"

"You know, it's sad. You hang around Stephanie thinking one day she's going to offer her body up to you. But that's not going to happen Jericho. You can try to woo her away from me all you want, but it ain't happening."

"Hello numbskull, if I wanted Stephanie, I could have her, trust me."

"Sure," Hunter said, walking away, "Keep dreaming."

Jericho slammed the door shut. That was the one man who could get to him. The one man who got under his skin. Everyone else, he didn't care about, they could go fuck themselves for all he cared, but Hunter, Hunter was the fucking thorn in his side. And it pissed him off to no end.

"You handled that well," Stephanie said, coming out of the bathroom fully clothed.

"I hate him you know."

"You hate him because he's right," Stephanie egged him on.

"Stephanie, if I wanted, I could sleep with you on this very couch."

"Sure Chris," she said, kissing him on the cheek, "I'm going to go talk to Dawn Marie."

"Want me to tag along?"

"No, you don't have to, but if you want to, be my guest."

"No, you go do the dirty work alone."

"As you wish."

Stephanie walked out and straightened out her shirt. She had to admit it was fun teasing Chris, but he never took the bait, unlike every other guy in the entire world. She walked into Edge's locker room and found him and Dawn Marie making out on the couch. She made a sick face and then cleared her throat.

"Don't you knock?" Edge said snottily.

"Um, I own you Edge, I don't have to knock," Stephanie answered, giving him a fake smile.

"You love getting off on power don't you?" Dawn Marie said.

"No Dawnie, she loves getting off on Jericho," Edge told her.

Stephanie gave him a dirty look, "Oh my, wow, was that a crack towards me and Chris? Oh, so funny. I mean, you see Chris and I are friends and then you insinuate that we're sleeping together. Where did you get the idea for that stinger?"

"What the fuck do you want Stephanie?" Edge said, getting more annoyed.

"Oh well, I have storyline news," Stephanie said, clapping her hands in false excitement, "And it's oh so good."

"Great, you know it's going to suck," Dawn Marie said, leaning against Edge, "What is it this time Stephanie? Is Edge going to have to fall off a cage again, or have to go through another humiliating thing because he's feuding with your fucktoy?"

"Oh no, I'm not here for Edge," Stephanie said sickeningly sweet, "I'm here for you Dawn."

"Stephanie, if you have her fucking do anything that will put her in jeopardy, I swear to God..." Edge threatened, standing up and getting in her face.

"Calm down," she told him, "I promise she's not in harm's way. She's going to be Chris's valet."

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Edge screamed.

"Sorry Edge, you don't have a say in this. Dawn, next show you'll officially debut on Chris's side. I hope that you'll be a model valet for him. We'll discuss further...advances in the storyline at a later date."

"Stephanie, there's no fucking way I'm letting you do this," Edge told her with poison in his voice.

"Are you threatening me?" Stephanie asked, on the verge of laughter.

"You think you can fucking get away with everything don't you? You and Chris, you just go around acting like you're the fucking top of the heap."

Stephanie's eyes narrowed and she felt her breath quicken. She planted her trademark smirk on her face and stood tall. She walked straight up to Edge and looked him dead in the eye. No one talked back to her.

"Listen here, and you listen good. Don't fuck with me. I can make your life a living hell and don't think I won't do it. You don't know what I am capable of, and if you're smart you won't try to find out," she said coolly, belying the anger she had just shown.

She turned on her heel and walked to the door, "Bye you two, have fun."

Edge swallowed the bile rising up in his throat. Dawn put a placating arm on his, trying to calm him down. Chris and Stephanie were always trying to cause trouble and they never got their comeuppance. It was really too bad that Chris had fallen in with her, he used to be such a nice guy.

"One of these days they are going to get what's coming to them."