"So then you're going to face Brock."
"Why Brock?"
"I don't know, ask my dad," Stephanie said, sticking a pencil behind her ear, "He's the one who signed off the match."
"So who's winning?"
"You are," she said, "I have my way of turning matches the way that I want to see them."
"So will Dawn be interfering?"
"Yeah," Stephanie answered, looking at some papers, "I don't know why you should be facing Brock, you'd think you'd have something to do with Edge."
"Maybe your dad is setting up something," Chris said, sitting down on the couch next to her.
"Well, whatever it is, I'm not liking it too much, and I just may have to put a stop to it."
"Why don't you set something up with the two of us?" Chris said, leaning over to lean his head on her shoulder. She pushed him off carelessly.
"Get off me," she said snidely.
"Why?" he asked, rubbing her knee.
"If Hunter walks in here...."
"You'll appease him somehow, just like you always do."
"I think he's at the end of his rope, so it's better if he doesn't catch us in any compromising positions," she told him.
"Damn, well, tell him to fuck off then," he said, "You really should find someone new. I mean, it's obvious you can do better."
"Maybe I don't wanna do better," she said, scooting over as Chris scoot closer to her.
"What's your problem tonight?" Chris asked, sensing some tension between the two of them.
Stephanie looked at him. She didn't want to alienate him because he was her only friend. Not that she cared she had no friends, she just knew that if Chris hated her, than she would only have Hunter. That thought didn't settle to well with her. She decided to make it up to Chris.
She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly, so softly he could barely feel it, "I'm sorry, I'm not having a problem."
"I guess," he said, running his finger down her neck and down her blouse, "But if you do have a problem, I'm sure I can help fix it."
"I'm sure you'd love to," she said, flicking his finger away, "But your match is coming up so you better get out there."
"Oh yeah," Chris said, getting up, "Wish me luck."
"You don't need it."
"I know," he winked, then walked out of the room.
Stephanie leaned back on the couch, thinking, debating whether or not she should go watch Chris's match from the gorilla. Hunter seemed especially testy around her lately, and she could only draw the conclusion that he was upset with all the time she spent with Chris. She felt he should be grateful that she wasn't always in her hair, but she guessed he didn't see it like that. She didn't like being all nice about Hunter, but she loved him, she did.
She decided to fuck what Hunter thought and got up from the couch. If he didn't like her being friends with Chris, than too bad for him. She wasn't going to let some guy get the better of her. If she wanted to go somewhere, she wasn't going to let someone tell her she couldn't. She walked down to the gorilla and proceeded to watch Chris's match. He eventually won and she decided to go find Hunter, just to let him know she was thinking of him, even though she wasn't.
She was walking down the hallway when she heard someone jogging up behind her. She knew it was probably Chris, and put a little swing in her hips to tease him just a little bit. She felt his presence right next to her and she smirked as she looked down.
"It's about time you caught up to me," she said softly.
"Really?"
Stephanie whipped her head around as she realized the voice did not belong to Chris. She stopped as she looked at Brock. Why would he want to talk to her? She had never had a conversation with the man, except to tell him what he was doing on the show. Sure, she gave him some flirty smiles every now and again, but she did that with most guys.
"Brock," she said silkily, "What do you want?"
"To talk to you," he said, smiling at her.
"Ok, talk," she said, crossing her arms in front of her.
"I've noticed you looking at me," he told her.
She gave him a look. God, was he so dense he didn't realize she was flirting with him? She would have to shoot him down gently, then she laughed inwardly, or she could just shoot him down painfully. Yes, she liked that idea so much better. If only Chris were here to see her in action.
"Oh really, and how have I been looking at you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Like you want something from me," he responded.
"It's possible."
Brock smirked, "I thought it might be."
"You do know that I'm dating Hunter?"
"I know, do you think I care?" he asked, giving her the once over.
"Oh, I like a man who doesn't play by the rules," she said, leaning up against the wall and gazing at him.
"I never have and don't plan to start now."
"Interesting," she said, playing with her necklace.
Brock smiled; this was going just as he had planned it to. She was always ready to flirt and this time it would come back to haunt her, he and his cohorts would make sure of that. Now it was time to turn off the charm and time to scare the little Princess. He leaned his hand on the wall above her and leaned in close to her.
"So what do you say we go somewhere and have a little bit of fun."
"Yeah, I'm going to have to say no to that, but thanks anyways," she said coyly, then pushing herself off the wall to walk away, but Brock wouldn't let her.
"I don't think you understood me, I want to go have some fun."
"Yeah, and I said no," she said firmly, "Now get out of my way."
"I don't think so Princess, you're not going anywhere," he said seriously.
"Oh, and what exactly are you going to do about it?" she said sarcastically.
"I'm stronger than you are Stephanie, I can do whatever I want."
"You wouldn't dare!" she spat.
He grabbed her arm tight and she yelped in pain. She looked down to where he had a grasp on her arm and could see how tight he was holding it. She looked back up into his faces and his eyes were cold as he stared at her. She could feel his breath on her face, and she tried to shake him off of her arm, but it was to no avail, he wasn't letting up. She looked around but saw nobody.
"Hel--" she tried yelling, but he covered her mouth with his free hand.
"Scared now are we Stephanie?" he asked.
She didn't want to look weak, that was the thing she hated the most, but staring into his eyes, she couldn't help it. She was terrified, even if she had yelled for help, there were only three people in the building who would actually help her: her father, Hunter, and Chris. Oh God, what she wouldn't give to have one of them come right now. She tried to stop her shaking, but she couldn't.
"We're going to have fun Stephanie."
She shook her head vehemently.
He nodded, his smile turning evil, "It's not your decision to make."
"Get your fucking hands off of her," Chris's voice interrupted.
Brock turned to the side, "Well hello Chris."
"I told you to let her go, or I will fucking pound your face in."
Brock let her go, "We were just having a little bit of fun."
Stephanie could feel tears in her eyes, and hated to feel them. She couldn't even look at Chris, she was so embarrassed. She was supposed to be this bitch and she couldn't even handle herself. God, she hated when she felt vulnerable, ever since Shane had killed her spirit, she had hated anything that had to do with feeling like she wasn't in control.
"Get out of here," Chris said to Brock.
Brock held up both his hands, "Whatever you say."
He walked away and Chris looked at Stephanie. She was looking down and rubbing her arm where Brock had been grabbing it. He walked over to her and looked at her arm, it was already starting to bruise. He cursed under his breath for not getting to her sooner. She was still looking down and he wanted to go kill Brock.
"You ok?" he said simply, knowing she hated sympathy.
"I'll be fine."
"You want me to take you back to Hunter?" he asked.
"No."
"Then what do you want?"
"I just want to get out of here."
"Stephanie, you know it's ok that you were scared," he told her, "It doesn't make you weak."
"I wasn't scared," she said, looking up, and smirking at him, "I was never scared."
She walked away and Chris just stared after her. He wouldn't go after her, no matter how much he wanted to. She hated when people felt sorry for her, and that's what he felt right now. Better to give her time to get this out of her system. He hated seeing her in anything but her bitchy mood.
Stephanie stalked off to her dressing room. She was grateful that Chris had shown up, but suddenly she was thinking about how she could turn this to use it as an advantage. She bit her lip and started the waterworks. Yes, she could cry on cue, and she used it to her benefit. She was sobbing by the time she got in her dressing room. Hunter looked up, startled, and ran over to her.
"Steph, what's the matter?" he asked, hoping that something had happened between her and Chris.
"Where were you!?!" she shouted.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Brock, he practically attacked me and you were nowhere to be found!"
Hunter smirked, then quickly frowned. Good to know Brock had actually followed through with the plan, "Oh baby, I'm sorry."
"Chris had to save me! Where the fuck were you when I needed you!?!"
"I didn't know."
"Like hell!" she yelled, "You should've come looking for me."
"I thought you were with Chris," he said innocently.
"He hurt me," she said, thrusting out her arm. Hunter could see an actual bruise. That hadn't been part of the plan. He'd have to talk to Brock about that later.
"Oh baby I'm sorry."
"You should be," she said, batting her eyelashes, "How are you going to make it up to me?"
"I'll take care of you, I promise," he said, taking her in his arms again, "I promise."
"You better."
"Trust me Stephanie, pretty soon, I'll make sure everything is better."
"Why Brock?"
"I don't know, ask my dad," Stephanie said, sticking a pencil behind her ear, "He's the one who signed off the match."
"So who's winning?"
"You are," she said, "I have my way of turning matches the way that I want to see them."
"So will Dawn be interfering?"
"Yeah," Stephanie answered, looking at some papers, "I don't know why you should be facing Brock, you'd think you'd have something to do with Edge."
"Maybe your dad is setting up something," Chris said, sitting down on the couch next to her.
"Well, whatever it is, I'm not liking it too much, and I just may have to put a stop to it."
"Why don't you set something up with the two of us?" Chris said, leaning over to lean his head on her shoulder. She pushed him off carelessly.
"Get off me," she said snidely.
"Why?" he asked, rubbing her knee.
"If Hunter walks in here...."
"You'll appease him somehow, just like you always do."
"I think he's at the end of his rope, so it's better if he doesn't catch us in any compromising positions," she told him.
"Damn, well, tell him to fuck off then," he said, "You really should find someone new. I mean, it's obvious you can do better."
"Maybe I don't wanna do better," she said, scooting over as Chris scoot closer to her.
"What's your problem tonight?" Chris asked, sensing some tension between the two of them.
Stephanie looked at him. She didn't want to alienate him because he was her only friend. Not that she cared she had no friends, she just knew that if Chris hated her, than she would only have Hunter. That thought didn't settle to well with her. She decided to make it up to Chris.
She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly, so softly he could barely feel it, "I'm sorry, I'm not having a problem."
"I guess," he said, running his finger down her neck and down her blouse, "But if you do have a problem, I'm sure I can help fix it."
"I'm sure you'd love to," she said, flicking his finger away, "But your match is coming up so you better get out there."
"Oh yeah," Chris said, getting up, "Wish me luck."
"You don't need it."
"I know," he winked, then walked out of the room.
Stephanie leaned back on the couch, thinking, debating whether or not she should go watch Chris's match from the gorilla. Hunter seemed especially testy around her lately, and she could only draw the conclusion that he was upset with all the time she spent with Chris. She felt he should be grateful that she wasn't always in her hair, but she guessed he didn't see it like that. She didn't like being all nice about Hunter, but she loved him, she did.
She decided to fuck what Hunter thought and got up from the couch. If he didn't like her being friends with Chris, than too bad for him. She wasn't going to let some guy get the better of her. If she wanted to go somewhere, she wasn't going to let someone tell her she couldn't. She walked down to the gorilla and proceeded to watch Chris's match. He eventually won and she decided to go find Hunter, just to let him know she was thinking of him, even though she wasn't.
She was walking down the hallway when she heard someone jogging up behind her. She knew it was probably Chris, and put a little swing in her hips to tease him just a little bit. She felt his presence right next to her and she smirked as she looked down.
"It's about time you caught up to me," she said softly.
"Really?"
Stephanie whipped her head around as she realized the voice did not belong to Chris. She stopped as she looked at Brock. Why would he want to talk to her? She had never had a conversation with the man, except to tell him what he was doing on the show. Sure, she gave him some flirty smiles every now and again, but she did that with most guys.
"Brock," she said silkily, "What do you want?"
"To talk to you," he said, smiling at her.
"Ok, talk," she said, crossing her arms in front of her.
"I've noticed you looking at me," he told her.
She gave him a look. God, was he so dense he didn't realize she was flirting with him? She would have to shoot him down gently, then she laughed inwardly, or she could just shoot him down painfully. Yes, she liked that idea so much better. If only Chris were here to see her in action.
"Oh really, and how have I been looking at you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Like you want something from me," he responded.
"It's possible."
Brock smirked, "I thought it might be."
"You do know that I'm dating Hunter?"
"I know, do you think I care?" he asked, giving her the once over.
"Oh, I like a man who doesn't play by the rules," she said, leaning up against the wall and gazing at him.
"I never have and don't plan to start now."
"Interesting," she said, playing with her necklace.
Brock smiled; this was going just as he had planned it to. She was always ready to flirt and this time it would come back to haunt her, he and his cohorts would make sure of that. Now it was time to turn off the charm and time to scare the little Princess. He leaned his hand on the wall above her and leaned in close to her.
"So what do you say we go somewhere and have a little bit of fun."
"Yeah, I'm going to have to say no to that, but thanks anyways," she said coyly, then pushing herself off the wall to walk away, but Brock wouldn't let her.
"I don't think you understood me, I want to go have some fun."
"Yeah, and I said no," she said firmly, "Now get out of my way."
"I don't think so Princess, you're not going anywhere," he said seriously.
"Oh, and what exactly are you going to do about it?" she said sarcastically.
"I'm stronger than you are Stephanie, I can do whatever I want."
"You wouldn't dare!" she spat.
He grabbed her arm tight and she yelped in pain. She looked down to where he had a grasp on her arm and could see how tight he was holding it. She looked back up into his faces and his eyes were cold as he stared at her. She could feel his breath on her face, and she tried to shake him off of her arm, but it was to no avail, he wasn't letting up. She looked around but saw nobody.
"Hel--" she tried yelling, but he covered her mouth with his free hand.
"Scared now are we Stephanie?" he asked.
She didn't want to look weak, that was the thing she hated the most, but staring into his eyes, she couldn't help it. She was terrified, even if she had yelled for help, there were only three people in the building who would actually help her: her father, Hunter, and Chris. Oh God, what she wouldn't give to have one of them come right now. She tried to stop her shaking, but she couldn't.
"We're going to have fun Stephanie."
She shook her head vehemently.
He nodded, his smile turning evil, "It's not your decision to make."
"Get your fucking hands off of her," Chris's voice interrupted.
Brock turned to the side, "Well hello Chris."
"I told you to let her go, or I will fucking pound your face in."
Brock let her go, "We were just having a little bit of fun."
Stephanie could feel tears in her eyes, and hated to feel them. She couldn't even look at Chris, she was so embarrassed. She was supposed to be this bitch and she couldn't even handle herself. God, she hated when she felt vulnerable, ever since Shane had killed her spirit, she had hated anything that had to do with feeling like she wasn't in control.
"Get out of here," Chris said to Brock.
Brock held up both his hands, "Whatever you say."
He walked away and Chris looked at Stephanie. She was looking down and rubbing her arm where Brock had been grabbing it. He walked over to her and looked at her arm, it was already starting to bruise. He cursed under his breath for not getting to her sooner. She was still looking down and he wanted to go kill Brock.
"You ok?" he said simply, knowing she hated sympathy.
"I'll be fine."
"You want me to take you back to Hunter?" he asked.
"No."
"Then what do you want?"
"I just want to get out of here."
"Stephanie, you know it's ok that you were scared," he told her, "It doesn't make you weak."
"I wasn't scared," she said, looking up, and smirking at him, "I was never scared."
She walked away and Chris just stared after her. He wouldn't go after her, no matter how much he wanted to. She hated when people felt sorry for her, and that's what he felt right now. Better to give her time to get this out of her system. He hated seeing her in anything but her bitchy mood.
Stephanie stalked off to her dressing room. She was grateful that Chris had shown up, but suddenly she was thinking about how she could turn this to use it as an advantage. She bit her lip and started the waterworks. Yes, she could cry on cue, and she used it to her benefit. She was sobbing by the time she got in her dressing room. Hunter looked up, startled, and ran over to her.
"Steph, what's the matter?" he asked, hoping that something had happened between her and Chris.
"Where were you!?!" she shouted.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Brock, he practically attacked me and you were nowhere to be found!"
Hunter smirked, then quickly frowned. Good to know Brock had actually followed through with the plan, "Oh baby, I'm sorry."
"Chris had to save me! Where the fuck were you when I needed you!?!"
"I didn't know."
"Like hell!" she yelled, "You should've come looking for me."
"I thought you were with Chris," he said innocently.
"He hurt me," she said, thrusting out her arm. Hunter could see an actual bruise. That hadn't been part of the plan. He'd have to talk to Brock about that later.
"Oh baby I'm sorry."
"You should be," she said, batting her eyelashes, "How are you going to make it up to me?"
"I'll take care of you, I promise," he said, taking her in his arms again, "I promise."
"You better."
"Trust me Stephanie, pretty soon, I'll make sure everything is better."