"Chris, he's driving me fucking crazy!"
Stephanie had just stormed into his dressing room while he had been trying to change. She always seemed to come in when he was changing, he was starting to think that she had hidden cameras and spied on him all the time. He looked at her and wondered what could possibly be bothering her this time.
"Come to Chrissy and tell me what's the matter?" Chris said, sitting down on the couch and opening up his arms and lap to her.
She smirked at him. He was looking awfully delectable sitting there. She giggled and sat down on his lap. He nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing it softly. She pushed him away and stuck her tongue out.
"So what's the matter with the Princess now?"
"He keeps goading me to move in with him!" she said, exasperated by Hunter.
"So tell him no, or better yet dump him," Chris suggested.
She shoved him, "You just want us to break up so that I'll fuck you senseless."
"Like I couldn't get any girl I wanted."
"You can't get me," she told him.
"We'll see. But Stephanie, he isn't good for you and you know it. You need someone who has some fucking life. At least someone who doesn't take their work so seriously."
"Hunter doesn't take his work too seriously, he did ask me to move in with him didn't he?"
"Steph, he'd sell his soul if he could be title holder for the rest of his life."
"This is the man I love you're talking about!"
"Yes, and we're never going to agree on him, so let's drop it!" he shouted.
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"I hate you, you know that," Stephanie said, running her hands over his chest.
"I know that you do," he said, "And that's why you're sitting on my lap most likely hoping that I'll get aroused so you can tease me into submission before saying that you are much too virtuous to fuck me."
She simply laughed and stood up, looking down at him. She knew that he had her number, and knew exactly what she was up to. She paced the floor in front of him. Hunter would just not let up about moving in together. How could she dissuade him? She couldn't move in with him, that would be so final, and she needed her space, which Hunter always seemed to disregard.
She stopped abruptly when she felt a hand on her bare knee, stopping her pacing. His hand slid up her thigh, until it reached the end of her short skirt. She looked at him, turning slightly. She dared him to go further with her eyes and he raised an eyebrow, accepting her challenge.
He slid his hand up past her skirt, making it rise with his hand. He reached the top of her thong and pried one finger underneath the string fabric and was about to tease her even more when someone knocked on the door. Chris quickly took his hand off of her and walked to the door.
"We've got a match," Kurt said from the other side.
"Don't get your panties all in a bunch Angle," Jericho said, rolling his eyes.
"You're not even dressed!" Kurt said disgusted, but then spotted Stephanie standing with her arms folded, "Oh, I should've guessed, you and your little girlfriend were having a little locker room fun."
"Oh, is that what you think?" Jericho said.
"It's what is, isn't it?" Kurt told them.
"I'm not fucking him!" Stephanie shouted from behind Jericho.
"Yeah, and I'm not an Olympic gold medallist," Kurt snapped, "Just get your ass dressed so I can go out and have my match."
"Whatever," Jericho said.
"Shut up you stupid mothe--"
Jericho slammed the door in his face. Stephanie rolled her eyes and laughed. Kurt was too nice a guy. She had tried once to get him, but he was so damn kind and good, he was too much and she couldn't stand it. Stephanie sat down on the coffee table in the middle of the room and crossed her legs.
"I need to get dressed," Jericho said, eyeing her.
"So get dressed."
"You know I'm about two seconds away from getting naked, I have a match."
"So change," she said, challenging him.
"Sweetheart, you know you can't wait to see the merchandise, but I'm not biting."
"Oh, so it's ok for you to almost take my underwear off, but you can't take your own underwear off."
"Seems about right."
"Drop trou Chris," she said, grinning at him.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrestling attire, going into the bathroom. She loved to make him mad at her, he would get so cute while he was mad. She sat there until he came back out, ready for his match. She stood up as he went to the door.
"Want me to walk you to your match?" she asked.
"Nah," he said, slapping her ass, "You just keep your pretty face back here, gotta go out there and see that Dawn Marie feels as uncomfortable as possible."
"Ok."
He left and then she herself left. She was walking down the hallways and passed Brock. She winked at him, and he gave her an appreciative smile. He was so easy. He was probably the biggest idiot out of them all. A big, dumb lummox she thought to herself and laughed.
She went to watch Chris's matches at the monitors. She always wanted to watch him close by, so she'd be the first thing he'd see when he got backstage. The match went on for a while and culminated in a very passionate kiss between Chris and Dawn Marie. She knew Chris was having fun with this and laughed to herself.
"You know, it's not funny when you make other people's lives miserable."
She turned around, "Oh, well thank you Mr. Morals, do you have time for another lesson?"
"You don't know when to quit do you? You just keep pushing everyone's buttons, well one day everyone is going to push your buttons."
"I'd like to see them try," she said to him.
"You think Chris will protect you when the time comes for you to be protected?"
"I have Hunter."
"But you plot with Chris."
"What I do with Chris is no one's business."
"I know you're not fucking him, you think I don't know you better than that. But Stephy, your precious Chris will not save you when the time comes."
"Nobody will ever get me like you say, nobody will ever do anything to me!"
"Oh, is that what you think?"
"What the fuck are you doing to her?" Chris said, storming up to them.
"Nothing."
"Chris, please make him go away," Stephanie said, hiding behind Chris.
"Get the hell out of here," Chris warned.
"Fine, but don't forget Stephanie, people hate you."
"It's the way I like it Shane!"
She watched her brother's retreating figure and pressed herself closer to Chris. Her brother, he was just like everyone else, and she hated him. And she knew he hated her, ever since she had inadvertently broken up his marriage. That really wasn't her fault, but Shane failed to see that. She hadn't meant to introduce his wife to a guy she would have an affair with.
She remembered the words, the things Shane had said to her after it. He blamed her for it, even though it was not her fault. But he called her things, things that she had never repeated to anyone but Chris. Shane had sent her on a downward spiral, he had made her think that she was only out for blood. And like everything Shane ever told her, she believed him.
"Hey, what happened?" Chris said, actual concern on his face.
"Shane loves to get on my nerves," she said angrily.
"I know, he didn't mention...that, did he?"
"No," she said.
"Good."
He took her in his arms and she knew that he knew Shane was probably the only person that could ever make her feel like she wasn't invincible. She hated that feeling, like she wasn't in control. That's why she hated being around Shane.
"You know, this is becoming all too common," Hunter's voice bellowed.
"Oh get a life Trips," Chris said, giving him a dirty look.
"Well, maybe when you stop pawing at my girlfriend like she was yours I would."
"Pawing at your girlfriend? Because I'm hugging her."
"If it isn't hugging, it's touching, if it isn't touching, it's looking, it's always something with you Chris."
"Oh my God, take a chill pill or something."
"Than stay the fuck away from my girlfriend."
Chris let Stephanie go momentarily, "Oh that sounded like a threat, was that a threat?"
"It can be whatever the hell you want it to be?" Hunter said, stepping up to him.
"Hunter, let it go ok, Shane was just being Shane and I got mad," Stephanie said, stepping between the two men, "It's ok."
"Ok," Hunter said, still looking at Chris.
"See Trips, ya acted like an idiot for nothing."
"Come on Hunter, we'll go back to our locker room," Stephanie said, linking her arm with his, "Bye Chris."
"Bye," Chris said, throwing a look at Hunter before he went to his own dressing room.
Stephanie walked with Hunter to their dressing room where she walked in and then locked the door. She practically threw Hunter on the couch and he looked up at her in disbelief.
"How could you say that to him!?!"
"What?" he asked, shocked that she was angry with him.
"With Chris, you know he's my friend."
"I know, but it doesn't mean that--"
"Oh fuck it Hunter, you'll never get it," she said, storming out of the room.
Hunter sat back. Stephanie was always around that jackass and he was getting sick and tired of it. So was everyone else it seemed. If there was only a way to get them away from each other. Then he would have Stephanie and she would be the old Stephanie again.
Little did he know, people were planning their downfall as he sat there thinking.
Stephanie had just stormed into his dressing room while he had been trying to change. She always seemed to come in when he was changing, he was starting to think that she had hidden cameras and spied on him all the time. He looked at her and wondered what could possibly be bothering her this time.
"Come to Chrissy and tell me what's the matter?" Chris said, sitting down on the couch and opening up his arms and lap to her.
She smirked at him. He was looking awfully delectable sitting there. She giggled and sat down on his lap. He nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing it softly. She pushed him away and stuck her tongue out.
"So what's the matter with the Princess now?"
"He keeps goading me to move in with him!" she said, exasperated by Hunter.
"So tell him no, or better yet dump him," Chris suggested.
She shoved him, "You just want us to break up so that I'll fuck you senseless."
"Like I couldn't get any girl I wanted."
"You can't get me," she told him.
"We'll see. But Stephanie, he isn't good for you and you know it. You need someone who has some fucking life. At least someone who doesn't take their work so seriously."
"Hunter doesn't take his work too seriously, he did ask me to move in with him didn't he?"
"Steph, he'd sell his soul if he could be title holder for the rest of his life."
"This is the man I love you're talking about!"
"Yes, and we're never going to agree on him, so let's drop it!" he shouted.
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"I hate you, you know that," Stephanie said, running her hands over his chest.
"I know that you do," he said, "And that's why you're sitting on my lap most likely hoping that I'll get aroused so you can tease me into submission before saying that you are much too virtuous to fuck me."
She simply laughed and stood up, looking down at him. She knew that he had her number, and knew exactly what she was up to. She paced the floor in front of him. Hunter would just not let up about moving in together. How could she dissuade him? She couldn't move in with him, that would be so final, and she needed her space, which Hunter always seemed to disregard.
She stopped abruptly when she felt a hand on her bare knee, stopping her pacing. His hand slid up her thigh, until it reached the end of her short skirt. She looked at him, turning slightly. She dared him to go further with her eyes and he raised an eyebrow, accepting her challenge.
He slid his hand up past her skirt, making it rise with his hand. He reached the top of her thong and pried one finger underneath the string fabric and was about to tease her even more when someone knocked on the door. Chris quickly took his hand off of her and walked to the door.
"We've got a match," Kurt said from the other side.
"Don't get your panties all in a bunch Angle," Jericho said, rolling his eyes.
"You're not even dressed!" Kurt said disgusted, but then spotted Stephanie standing with her arms folded, "Oh, I should've guessed, you and your little girlfriend were having a little locker room fun."
"Oh, is that what you think?" Jericho said.
"It's what is, isn't it?" Kurt told them.
"I'm not fucking him!" Stephanie shouted from behind Jericho.
"Yeah, and I'm not an Olympic gold medallist," Kurt snapped, "Just get your ass dressed so I can go out and have my match."
"Whatever," Jericho said.
"Shut up you stupid mothe--"
Jericho slammed the door in his face. Stephanie rolled her eyes and laughed. Kurt was too nice a guy. She had tried once to get him, but he was so damn kind and good, he was too much and she couldn't stand it. Stephanie sat down on the coffee table in the middle of the room and crossed her legs.
"I need to get dressed," Jericho said, eyeing her.
"So get dressed."
"You know I'm about two seconds away from getting naked, I have a match."
"So change," she said, challenging him.
"Sweetheart, you know you can't wait to see the merchandise, but I'm not biting."
"Oh, so it's ok for you to almost take my underwear off, but you can't take your own underwear off."
"Seems about right."
"Drop trou Chris," she said, grinning at him.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrestling attire, going into the bathroom. She loved to make him mad at her, he would get so cute while he was mad. She sat there until he came back out, ready for his match. She stood up as he went to the door.
"Want me to walk you to your match?" she asked.
"Nah," he said, slapping her ass, "You just keep your pretty face back here, gotta go out there and see that Dawn Marie feels as uncomfortable as possible."
"Ok."
He left and then she herself left. She was walking down the hallways and passed Brock. She winked at him, and he gave her an appreciative smile. He was so easy. He was probably the biggest idiot out of them all. A big, dumb lummox she thought to herself and laughed.
She went to watch Chris's matches at the monitors. She always wanted to watch him close by, so she'd be the first thing he'd see when he got backstage. The match went on for a while and culminated in a very passionate kiss between Chris and Dawn Marie. She knew Chris was having fun with this and laughed to herself.
"You know, it's not funny when you make other people's lives miserable."
She turned around, "Oh, well thank you Mr. Morals, do you have time for another lesson?"
"You don't know when to quit do you? You just keep pushing everyone's buttons, well one day everyone is going to push your buttons."
"I'd like to see them try," she said to him.
"You think Chris will protect you when the time comes for you to be protected?"
"I have Hunter."
"But you plot with Chris."
"What I do with Chris is no one's business."
"I know you're not fucking him, you think I don't know you better than that. But Stephy, your precious Chris will not save you when the time comes."
"Nobody will ever get me like you say, nobody will ever do anything to me!"
"Oh, is that what you think?"
"What the fuck are you doing to her?" Chris said, storming up to them.
"Nothing."
"Chris, please make him go away," Stephanie said, hiding behind Chris.
"Get the hell out of here," Chris warned.
"Fine, but don't forget Stephanie, people hate you."
"It's the way I like it Shane!"
She watched her brother's retreating figure and pressed herself closer to Chris. Her brother, he was just like everyone else, and she hated him. And she knew he hated her, ever since she had inadvertently broken up his marriage. That really wasn't her fault, but Shane failed to see that. She hadn't meant to introduce his wife to a guy she would have an affair with.
She remembered the words, the things Shane had said to her after it. He blamed her for it, even though it was not her fault. But he called her things, things that she had never repeated to anyone but Chris. Shane had sent her on a downward spiral, he had made her think that she was only out for blood. And like everything Shane ever told her, she believed him.
"Hey, what happened?" Chris said, actual concern on his face.
"Shane loves to get on my nerves," she said angrily.
"I know, he didn't mention...that, did he?"
"No," she said.
"Good."
He took her in his arms and she knew that he knew Shane was probably the only person that could ever make her feel like she wasn't invincible. She hated that feeling, like she wasn't in control. That's why she hated being around Shane.
"You know, this is becoming all too common," Hunter's voice bellowed.
"Oh get a life Trips," Chris said, giving him a dirty look.
"Well, maybe when you stop pawing at my girlfriend like she was yours I would."
"Pawing at your girlfriend? Because I'm hugging her."
"If it isn't hugging, it's touching, if it isn't touching, it's looking, it's always something with you Chris."
"Oh my God, take a chill pill or something."
"Than stay the fuck away from my girlfriend."
Chris let Stephanie go momentarily, "Oh that sounded like a threat, was that a threat?"
"It can be whatever the hell you want it to be?" Hunter said, stepping up to him.
"Hunter, let it go ok, Shane was just being Shane and I got mad," Stephanie said, stepping between the two men, "It's ok."
"Ok," Hunter said, still looking at Chris.
"See Trips, ya acted like an idiot for nothing."
"Come on Hunter, we'll go back to our locker room," Stephanie said, linking her arm with his, "Bye Chris."
"Bye," Chris said, throwing a look at Hunter before he went to his own dressing room.
Stephanie walked with Hunter to their dressing room where she walked in and then locked the door. She practically threw Hunter on the couch and he looked up at her in disbelief.
"How could you say that to him!?!"
"What?" he asked, shocked that she was angry with him.
"With Chris, you know he's my friend."
"I know, but it doesn't mean that--"
"Oh fuck it Hunter, you'll never get it," she said, storming out of the room.
Hunter sat back. Stephanie was always around that jackass and he was getting sick and tired of it. So was everyone else it seemed. If there was only a way to get them away from each other. Then he would have Stephanie and she would be the old Stephanie again.
Little did he know, people were planning their downfall as he sat there thinking.