"Something has to be done about them two of them!"
"No shit. But they have all the power," Kurt said, "I mean, Stephanie has Vince wrapped around her finger, and he would never believe his little Princess wasn't as sweet as she claimed to be."
"I'm thinking, " Dawn said, "If we just get them away from each other, then they'll be considerably more tolerable."
"But the question is how," Edge replied, "They're attached at the hip."
"That's not the only way they're attached," Brock commented, causing the entire room to laugh.
If you looked in the room and didn't know what was going down, you would simply think it was a bunch of friends hanging out with each other. But that was only to the naked eye. What was really going on was the makings of a scheme. A scheme to break Chris and Stephanie apart...forever.
"You know, Chris used to be such a nice guy," Torrie mused.
"I've always wondered how Stephanie managed to get her claws into him. It was like one day he was normal and the next he was an asshole," Christian said.
"She probably offered herself up to him," Kurt said, "She's willing to do anything to get what she wants."
"You know," Trish said, "I heard that Stephanie turned bitch after a huge blowout with Shane."
"I've heard that too," Dawn added, "She probably did something horrible to him."
"That's all well and good, but we need to figure a way to break them up, or else we'll all be miserable for the rest of the time we're with the company," Edge said, cutting into the chatter.
"How?"
"Make it look like a set-up," Brock said.
"Make what look like a set-up?" Kurt asked, turning to the larger man.
"Everything," he answered.
Everyone looked at each other, not exactly getting this plan. What could look like a set-up? Chris and Stephanie were the only ones who ever knew what went on between them, despite the rumors that went around the locker room. Most of the rumors involved Chris and Stephanie being sexually involved, though they denied it all the time.
"Explain please," Christian said.
"We make it look like Stephanie has been using him all along."
"You mean like she's been playing with him the entire time?" Edge asked.
"Exactly."
"Oh my God, Chris would NEVER stand for that!" Torrie exclaimed.
"But how do we pull that off?" Trish asked, "They tell each other everything. There's no way they'd not figure it out."
"We just have to be sneaky about it," Brock answered.
"But how?"
"Here's what I have in mind," Brock said.
Everyone was on the edge of their seats, waiting for Brock to lay out this plan. They had to make it fool-proof or Stephanie and Chris would be sure to figure it out. They were smart people, much to everyone's dismay. Of course, if they were stupid people, they would've though of a way to get them apart by now.
"Ok, here's what I'm thinking, "Brock started as everyone leaned in to listen, "I pretend to attack Stephanie, not physically, maybe like hit on her. But we make it obvious so Chris comes to her rescue."
"That's sounds pretty good," Kurt commented, "But how does this break them up?"
"Yeah, after he saves her, they'll probably go do it or something," Torrie laughed.
"We get a fake confession from Stephanie," Brock said.
"But Stephanie doesn't like any of us," Trish replied, "She'd never believe it!"
"I think I can help with that," a new voice added.
Everyone's head turned abruptly towards the door, fear on their faces. Hunter was leaning in the door framed, his arms crossed over his chest. He was smirking and everyone was thinking that they're cover had been blown. Edge stuttered, trying to think up an excuse. Hunter just laughed loudly and looked around the room.
"I come in peace," he said.
"What!?!" everyone exclaimed.
"Do you think I like Stephanie hanging around with that asshole?"
"I didn't think you cared," Dawn Marie said.
"I love Stephanie," he said, a smile coming over his face, while everyone stared at him like he was crazy, "Well, the Stephanie she was before she got mixed up with Chris Jericho."
"Well, we don't like who Chris has been since he started fraternizing with Stephanie," Kurt countered.
"And that's why we're trying to break them up you guys," Edge said, stepping in.
"So how are you going to help us?" Trish asked, continuing the conversation.
"I can get the fake confession out of Stephanie," Hunter told them.
"But how?"
"You leave that to me," Hunter said, smirking secretively.
"And after that we're home free," Kurt laughed.
"Chris would hate her if he found out he had been using her," Christian commented, "He'd hate her guts."
They all laughed as they ironed out their plane to bring down the most hated people in the entire company. Across town, in a trendy nightclub, Chris and Stephanie were having drinks and talking with each other.
"I'm sorry Hunter's such a prick to you," she told him.
"Why the hell are you defending him?" Chris demanded to know.
"He's my boyfriend!"
"You are much too good for him," he said, running his hand slowly down her cheek.
"Because you're better?" she said, pushing his hand away from her face.
"Be careful Princess, you may trust him, but I don't."
"He doesn't hate ME Chris," she told him, smirking evilly.
"He's just fucking jealous of me," Chris spat out.
"Why would he be jealous of you? He has me!"
"The world doesn't revolve around her," he informed her. She pretended to be shocked by the information.
"Yours does," she flirted.
He smiled smoothly, "Only because you wouldn't want it any other way."
"Oh I don't?"
"No, you want my nose to be permanently attached to your ass."
"Kinky Chris," she said as he rolled his eyes, "But maybe later."
"I knew you were kinky Steph. That's not news to me."
"Oh, but you have no idea what I'm like in the bedroom."
"I can only imagine."
Stephanie got out of her seat and grabbed Chris's arm, dragging him onto the dance floor. He tried to resist, but she was insistent. Not only was she insistent, she was bending over slightly and he could see straight down her shirt. He was definitely appreciating the view.
She took him to the middle of the dance floor and she began to dance seductively around him, while he just stood there. She would rub up against him once and while and smile, knowing exactly what she was doing. He just stood there, rolling his eyes at her attempts to seduce him.
"Dance Chris!" she yelled over the crowd noise.
"I don't dance!" he yelled back.
The loud, thumping music stopped, being replaced by a semi-slow song. Stephanie raised an eyebrow and looked at Chris. This kind of dancing, she knew he knew how to do. He pulled her tight against him and she looked up into his eyes, which were twinkling with the blue lights flashing around the room. It was the first time she had ever been enchanted by him.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he asked, shaking her out of her trance.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You were staring at me like I was a fucking alien or something."
"I was just admiring those beautiful eyes of yours," she said as they started dancing, none to nicely either. She reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of his face.
"You are too much Stephanie McMahon," he told her, brushing her hair away from her neck, "If you want to be a tease, find someone who isn't on to you."
"Oh, so you're on me?"
Chris laughed at how she had conveniently left out a key word, "No Steph, I'm not on you, I let Hunter take care of that aspect."
"Much to your disdain," she said, rubbing her upper thigh against the front of his pants.
Chris leaned in close so that his lips were millimeters away from her neck, his soft breath warm on her body, "You need to stop with the teasing baby, cause it ain't going to work."
She took her leg away from him and licked her lips, making sure she saw him do it. They were so much alike and sometimes it bugged her. They knew what the other was thinking before they thought it. It was a blessing and a curse that they had found each other. There would be no manipulation in this relationship.
"I need to check my makeup," she announced, "Be back soon."
Chris nodded and went back to sit at the table they had been occupying. There was a cute blonde eyeing him from the bar and he gave them a charming smile and she stood up. Chris watched her saunter over and gave her a once over. She smiled and sat down across from him.
"Hey," she said.
"Hello to you," he replied, "I'm Chris."
"Blaine," she said, sticking her well manicured out for him to shake. He shook it, a smirk on his lips the entire time. Tonight was looking up, "I hope it's not too forward of me to just approach you like this."
"Not at all, approach all you want," he said, grinning at her.
"Good, I couldn't help but notice you're the cutest guy in here tonight."
"I'm the cutest guy everywhere I go," he winked.
She laughed airily and he grinned even wider at her, turning on his charm. Suddenly he felt two hands come from behind him and run down his chest. He looked up and saw Stephanie standing behind him, her gaze fixed on Blaine and a sour expression on her face. Chris raised an eyebrow, could it be jealousy he was detecting on the fair Stephanie's face? He laughed softly and decided to see where Stephanie was going with this.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Stephanie asked.
"I was just talking to this lovely lady," Chris said, smiling at Blaine, who was eyeing Stephanie with a bit of trepidation.
"Oh, baby, you know I hate when you do this," she said in a sing-song voice.
"And what's that sweetcheeks?" he said, gazing up at her.
She leaned down and pressed her cheek to Chris's, kissing his cheek softly, "When you try to make me jealous."
"Oh, I didn't know you were with someone," Blaine said, quickly getting up and walking away.
Stephanie pulled away and stood up, straightening her shirt. She walked around Chris and sat down in the seat that Blaine had just been occupied. She gave Chris a smile before taking a sip of her martini. Chris just glared at her.
"Why'd you do that? I was about to get me some," he said, drinking his drink.
"Felt like it," she shrugged, "And besides, you can do better."
"Oh, well thanks, now I won't be getting any tonight."
"Well, I'm sorry Chris, but it was my understanding that you came here with me tonight. Were you going to leave me high and dry if you went off with that slut over there?"
"You know I'd never leave you high and dry, but well, if I could've got me some, I would've liked to."
"If you want some, look no further," she said.
"Shut up," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the place, "I want to go back to the hotel."
"But I was having fun," she whined.
"Go have fun with your boyfriend."
She rolled her eyes, knowing that he was angry she had spoiled his evening. As soon as they were outside and walking down the sidewalk, she stopped him with her arm. He looked at her, a disinterested look on his face. She pouted up at him and gave him her most pathetic, apologetic look. He shook his head and hugged her to him.
"You know I can't stay mad at you," he said grudgingly.
"Because I'm your only friend?" she giggled playfully.
"Well that and you are not the type of person I want to be on the bad side of," he told her as he rested his hands on her ass.
"Gonna keep your hands there?" she asked as they walked to their car.
"As long as you'll let me."
They got to their car and went to the hotel, parting ways in the elevator. Stephanie gave him a lingering look as the elevator doors shut. She tossed her hair back and walked down the long hallway until she got to her and Hunter's room. She opened the door using her key and walked inside. Hunter was sitting on the couch, a steely gaze on his face. Stephanie looked down at her watch and realized it was almost two in the morning.
"Where the hell have you been?" Hunter asked.
Stephanie set her things down and started to undress, "I was out, no biggie."
"With him right?"
"Yeah, I was out with CHRIS, what's it to you?"
"So you'd rather spend time with him than with me?"
Stephanie looked over at Hunter and sighed. Sometimes she had to put so much work into keeping Hunter happy. He was always going off about Chris, and she would always have to calm him down. She went over to him and sat down in his lap, rubbing his temples softly.
"Baby, I would always love to spend time with you," she whispered, "But you know how angry I was at you earlier. You're lucky that I came back after you were so mean to me."
"Oh, you were upset," he said, staring into her eyes.
"You were so mean," she said batting her eyelashes.
"I love you," he said, hugging her to him.
"I love you too," she said, a smirk coming over her face at how smooth she was.
Little did she know that Hunter had a smirk on his own face.
"No shit. But they have all the power," Kurt said, "I mean, Stephanie has Vince wrapped around her finger, and he would never believe his little Princess wasn't as sweet as she claimed to be."
"I'm thinking, " Dawn said, "If we just get them away from each other, then they'll be considerably more tolerable."
"But the question is how," Edge replied, "They're attached at the hip."
"That's not the only way they're attached," Brock commented, causing the entire room to laugh.
If you looked in the room and didn't know what was going down, you would simply think it was a bunch of friends hanging out with each other. But that was only to the naked eye. What was really going on was the makings of a scheme. A scheme to break Chris and Stephanie apart...forever.
"You know, Chris used to be such a nice guy," Torrie mused.
"I've always wondered how Stephanie managed to get her claws into him. It was like one day he was normal and the next he was an asshole," Christian said.
"She probably offered herself up to him," Kurt said, "She's willing to do anything to get what she wants."
"You know," Trish said, "I heard that Stephanie turned bitch after a huge blowout with Shane."
"I've heard that too," Dawn added, "She probably did something horrible to him."
"That's all well and good, but we need to figure a way to break them up, or else we'll all be miserable for the rest of the time we're with the company," Edge said, cutting into the chatter.
"How?"
"Make it look like a set-up," Brock said.
"Make what look like a set-up?" Kurt asked, turning to the larger man.
"Everything," he answered.
Everyone looked at each other, not exactly getting this plan. What could look like a set-up? Chris and Stephanie were the only ones who ever knew what went on between them, despite the rumors that went around the locker room. Most of the rumors involved Chris and Stephanie being sexually involved, though they denied it all the time.
"Explain please," Christian said.
"We make it look like Stephanie has been using him all along."
"You mean like she's been playing with him the entire time?" Edge asked.
"Exactly."
"Oh my God, Chris would NEVER stand for that!" Torrie exclaimed.
"But how do we pull that off?" Trish asked, "They tell each other everything. There's no way they'd not figure it out."
"We just have to be sneaky about it," Brock answered.
"But how?"
"Here's what I have in mind," Brock said.
Everyone was on the edge of their seats, waiting for Brock to lay out this plan. They had to make it fool-proof or Stephanie and Chris would be sure to figure it out. They were smart people, much to everyone's dismay. Of course, if they were stupid people, they would've though of a way to get them apart by now.
"Ok, here's what I'm thinking, "Brock started as everyone leaned in to listen, "I pretend to attack Stephanie, not physically, maybe like hit on her. But we make it obvious so Chris comes to her rescue."
"That's sounds pretty good," Kurt commented, "But how does this break them up?"
"Yeah, after he saves her, they'll probably go do it or something," Torrie laughed.
"We get a fake confession from Stephanie," Brock said.
"But Stephanie doesn't like any of us," Trish replied, "She'd never believe it!"
"I think I can help with that," a new voice added.
Everyone's head turned abruptly towards the door, fear on their faces. Hunter was leaning in the door framed, his arms crossed over his chest. He was smirking and everyone was thinking that they're cover had been blown. Edge stuttered, trying to think up an excuse. Hunter just laughed loudly and looked around the room.
"I come in peace," he said.
"What!?!" everyone exclaimed.
"Do you think I like Stephanie hanging around with that asshole?"
"I didn't think you cared," Dawn Marie said.
"I love Stephanie," he said, a smile coming over his face, while everyone stared at him like he was crazy, "Well, the Stephanie she was before she got mixed up with Chris Jericho."
"Well, we don't like who Chris has been since he started fraternizing with Stephanie," Kurt countered.
"And that's why we're trying to break them up you guys," Edge said, stepping in.
"So how are you going to help us?" Trish asked, continuing the conversation.
"I can get the fake confession out of Stephanie," Hunter told them.
"But how?"
"You leave that to me," Hunter said, smirking secretively.
"And after that we're home free," Kurt laughed.
"Chris would hate her if he found out he had been using her," Christian commented, "He'd hate her guts."
They all laughed as they ironed out their plane to bring down the most hated people in the entire company. Across town, in a trendy nightclub, Chris and Stephanie were having drinks and talking with each other.
"I'm sorry Hunter's such a prick to you," she told him.
"Why the hell are you defending him?" Chris demanded to know.
"He's my boyfriend!"
"You are much too good for him," he said, running his hand slowly down her cheek.
"Because you're better?" she said, pushing his hand away from her face.
"Be careful Princess, you may trust him, but I don't."
"He doesn't hate ME Chris," she told him, smirking evilly.
"He's just fucking jealous of me," Chris spat out.
"Why would he be jealous of you? He has me!"
"The world doesn't revolve around her," he informed her. She pretended to be shocked by the information.
"Yours does," she flirted.
He smiled smoothly, "Only because you wouldn't want it any other way."
"Oh I don't?"
"No, you want my nose to be permanently attached to your ass."
"Kinky Chris," she said as he rolled his eyes, "But maybe later."
"I knew you were kinky Steph. That's not news to me."
"Oh, but you have no idea what I'm like in the bedroom."
"I can only imagine."
Stephanie got out of her seat and grabbed Chris's arm, dragging him onto the dance floor. He tried to resist, but she was insistent. Not only was she insistent, she was bending over slightly and he could see straight down her shirt. He was definitely appreciating the view.
She took him to the middle of the dance floor and she began to dance seductively around him, while he just stood there. She would rub up against him once and while and smile, knowing exactly what she was doing. He just stood there, rolling his eyes at her attempts to seduce him.
"Dance Chris!" she yelled over the crowd noise.
"I don't dance!" he yelled back.
The loud, thumping music stopped, being replaced by a semi-slow song. Stephanie raised an eyebrow and looked at Chris. This kind of dancing, she knew he knew how to do. He pulled her tight against him and she looked up into his eyes, which were twinkling with the blue lights flashing around the room. It was the first time she had ever been enchanted by him.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he asked, shaking her out of her trance.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You were staring at me like I was a fucking alien or something."
"I was just admiring those beautiful eyes of yours," she said as they started dancing, none to nicely either. She reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of his face.
"You are too much Stephanie McMahon," he told her, brushing her hair away from her neck, "If you want to be a tease, find someone who isn't on to you."
"Oh, so you're on me?"
Chris laughed at how she had conveniently left out a key word, "No Steph, I'm not on you, I let Hunter take care of that aspect."
"Much to your disdain," she said, rubbing her upper thigh against the front of his pants.
Chris leaned in close so that his lips were millimeters away from her neck, his soft breath warm on her body, "You need to stop with the teasing baby, cause it ain't going to work."
She took her leg away from him and licked her lips, making sure she saw him do it. They were so much alike and sometimes it bugged her. They knew what the other was thinking before they thought it. It was a blessing and a curse that they had found each other. There would be no manipulation in this relationship.
"I need to check my makeup," she announced, "Be back soon."
Chris nodded and went back to sit at the table they had been occupying. There was a cute blonde eyeing him from the bar and he gave them a charming smile and she stood up. Chris watched her saunter over and gave her a once over. She smiled and sat down across from him.
"Hey," she said.
"Hello to you," he replied, "I'm Chris."
"Blaine," she said, sticking her well manicured out for him to shake. He shook it, a smirk on his lips the entire time. Tonight was looking up, "I hope it's not too forward of me to just approach you like this."
"Not at all, approach all you want," he said, grinning at her.
"Good, I couldn't help but notice you're the cutest guy in here tonight."
"I'm the cutest guy everywhere I go," he winked.
She laughed airily and he grinned even wider at her, turning on his charm. Suddenly he felt two hands come from behind him and run down his chest. He looked up and saw Stephanie standing behind him, her gaze fixed on Blaine and a sour expression on her face. Chris raised an eyebrow, could it be jealousy he was detecting on the fair Stephanie's face? He laughed softly and decided to see where Stephanie was going with this.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Stephanie asked.
"I was just talking to this lovely lady," Chris said, smiling at Blaine, who was eyeing Stephanie with a bit of trepidation.
"Oh, baby, you know I hate when you do this," she said in a sing-song voice.
"And what's that sweetcheeks?" he said, gazing up at her.
She leaned down and pressed her cheek to Chris's, kissing his cheek softly, "When you try to make me jealous."
"Oh, I didn't know you were with someone," Blaine said, quickly getting up and walking away.
Stephanie pulled away and stood up, straightening her shirt. She walked around Chris and sat down in the seat that Blaine had just been occupied. She gave Chris a smile before taking a sip of her martini. Chris just glared at her.
"Why'd you do that? I was about to get me some," he said, drinking his drink.
"Felt like it," she shrugged, "And besides, you can do better."
"Oh, well thanks, now I won't be getting any tonight."
"Well, I'm sorry Chris, but it was my understanding that you came here with me tonight. Were you going to leave me high and dry if you went off with that slut over there?"
"You know I'd never leave you high and dry, but well, if I could've got me some, I would've liked to."
"If you want some, look no further," she said.
"Shut up," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the place, "I want to go back to the hotel."
"But I was having fun," she whined.
"Go have fun with your boyfriend."
She rolled her eyes, knowing that he was angry she had spoiled his evening. As soon as they were outside and walking down the sidewalk, she stopped him with her arm. He looked at her, a disinterested look on his face. She pouted up at him and gave him her most pathetic, apologetic look. He shook his head and hugged her to him.
"You know I can't stay mad at you," he said grudgingly.
"Because I'm your only friend?" she giggled playfully.
"Well that and you are not the type of person I want to be on the bad side of," he told her as he rested his hands on her ass.
"Gonna keep your hands there?" she asked as they walked to their car.
"As long as you'll let me."
They got to their car and went to the hotel, parting ways in the elevator. Stephanie gave him a lingering look as the elevator doors shut. She tossed her hair back and walked down the long hallway until she got to her and Hunter's room. She opened the door using her key and walked inside. Hunter was sitting on the couch, a steely gaze on his face. Stephanie looked down at her watch and realized it was almost two in the morning.
"Where the hell have you been?" Hunter asked.
Stephanie set her things down and started to undress, "I was out, no biggie."
"With him right?"
"Yeah, I was out with CHRIS, what's it to you?"
"So you'd rather spend time with him than with me?"
Stephanie looked over at Hunter and sighed. Sometimes she had to put so much work into keeping Hunter happy. He was always going off about Chris, and she would always have to calm him down. She went over to him and sat down in his lap, rubbing his temples softly.
"Baby, I would always love to spend time with you," she whispered, "But you know how angry I was at you earlier. You're lucky that I came back after you were so mean to me."
"Oh, you were upset," he said, staring into her eyes.
"You were so mean," she said batting her eyelashes.
"I love you," he said, hugging her to him.
"I love you too," she said, a smirk coming over her face at how smooth she was.
Little did she know that Hunter had a smirk on his own face.