Content: Mature subject matter, het situations, language.
Character/s: Chyna (Joanie Laurer), Hunter, Stephanie McMahon, Mick Foley, mention of Colette Foley.
Disclaimer: I own NO ONE depicted in these fics. I am not endorsed by any person, corporation, federation, promotion, etc., nor do I receive any monies for writing sick and twisted tales of their imagined goings-on. Lyrics, quotations, etc. used without permission. No infringement or disrespect to the various artisans is intended, so please don't sue me.
Notes: A leadup to Hunter & Stephanie's RL wedding in October of 2003.
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It's scary how much stuff you can accumulate after a few years of living with someone. The collection of favorite movies and CDs, the clothes he bought for me after seeing me drool over them in the store window, the slinky lingerie I swore I'd never wear for anyone else. Looking at it all now, it seems like there's too much. Like five years have somehow miraculously stretched into ten or twenty. I'm staring at a near-lifetime of joint purchases and I'm leaving it all behind. Because he chose to leave ME behind.
I can't bring myself to pack all this shit up. Some part of me wants to hang onto these tokens of past sentiment and future nostalgia, hoping against hope that he'll change his mind, find that Stephanie isn't what he really wants, and come back to me. But I'm not stupid. I know he's not coming back. And at this point, I don't even want him to. Not after the months of lies and double-talk. Nobody deserves that.
I'll probably leave everything here when I move into my own apartment. I can always buy new furniture and it'll make moving a hell of a lot easier. I need to wipe the slate clean and begin again. Start all over with new outfits he's never seen, CDs he's never heard, books he's never read. And most importantly, a bed he's never slept in with sheets that don't still carry some faint trace of his cologne.
I can honestly say that I gave it my best shot. Too bad the reverse isn't true. I knew Hunter was an egomaniac when I first met him. I knew that his wants and needs would always come first. I just never expected him to drop me like a bad habit so quickly. I thought he was worth fighting for. Was it too much to ask for him to feel the same way about me? It always seems like the good ones never stick around. Or maybe it's the bad ones that don't stick around and a foolish girl like me can't quite see the difference.
Things would be so much easier if I could hate both of them for what they've put me through, but I really AM the big softie Mick always accuses me of being. I wish more than anything that I'd met him before he married Colette. Even though he and I are the best of friends now, I think we would have made one fantastic couple. But at least I have his friendship, which has come to be one of the only stabilizing influences in my life here lately.
I met him for lunch so I could tell him about Hunter's decision. I wasn't completely sure how he'd react, but I knew he was the one person I could share my horrible news with who wouldn't make me feel like I was the one who'd failed somehow. He didn't curse because, well, Mick NEVER curses. Well, ALMOST never, at any rate. He didn't smother me with pity. He didn't throw his arms around me and tell me that everything would be okay. What he did was what Mick always does, which is listen, offer advice, and reassure me that he would never abandon me. Which of course was exactly what I needed.
"Can't I just go over to her apartment and slash the tires on his Hummer? Set fire to his wardrobe? Put Nair in his shampoo? Have some gypsy woman put a curse on them?"
"There isn't a spiteful bone in your body, Jo. You wouldn't go through with it and you know it."
"Not even this once? Just to prove you wrong?"
"Sweetheart, don't make me have my own kids sit you down and teach you right from wrong."
"Again?"
"I love you, Jo. You know I'll always be here for you, don't you?"
"Yes, Mick. I do. I can't tell you what your friendship means to me."
"You know, if you wanna come stay at the house for a few days, I'm sure Colette and the kids would love to have you."
"And you? Would you love to have me stay there?"
"Well, I guess if I absolutely had to, I could suffer through an extended visit."
"Michael Frances..."
What in the world would I do without Mick to keep things in perspective? Especially now while I'm dealing with this whole 'starting over' shit. He's one in a million, and I'm thankful beyond words to have him. In what can often be a friendless business, you learn real quick to latch onto the good ones and hold them close. And it's an added bonus when they're as smart and full of good advice as Mick is.
The honest truth is that Hunter and I were probably too close. When 80 percent of your life has to do with the business and you're always together, on screen and off, then there's no real down time. If we weren't at work, we were talking about work and didn't seem to notice that we weren't exactly connecting on a personal level anymore. We never really had time away from each other, so I guess all our communication problems were inevitable.
Well, it's time for a new start, a new life, and a new Joanie. One who doesn't need Hunter and his lies and deceit. There's plenty of other guys out there who I'm sure would jump at the chance to treat me for just who and what I am. Someone deserving of love, devotion, loyalty, and most of all, honesty. It's hard enough to make it as a woman in this business. The last thing I need is a boyfriend who can't recognize a good thing when he sees it and feels like he has to compete with me all the damn time.
Someday Hunter will look back and realize just how bad of a mistake he made when he left me. That's what I hope for, anyway. I'm destined for great things. I always strive to out-do my own achievements, and I've got nowhere to go but up. From this day forward, it's my time. Nobody else's. My time.
Character/s: Chyna (Joanie Laurer), Hunter, Stephanie McMahon, Mick Foley, mention of Colette Foley.
Disclaimer: I own NO ONE depicted in these fics. I am not endorsed by any person, corporation, federation, promotion, etc., nor do I receive any monies for writing sick and twisted tales of their imagined goings-on. Lyrics, quotations, etc. used without permission. No infringement or disrespect to the various artisans is intended, so please don't sue me.
Notes: A leadup to Hunter & Stephanie's RL wedding in October of 2003.
* * *
It's scary how much stuff you can accumulate after a few years of living with someone. The collection of favorite movies and CDs, the clothes he bought for me after seeing me drool over them in the store window, the slinky lingerie I swore I'd never wear for anyone else. Looking at it all now, it seems like there's too much. Like five years have somehow miraculously stretched into ten or twenty. I'm staring at a near-lifetime of joint purchases and I'm leaving it all behind. Because he chose to leave ME behind.
I can't bring myself to pack all this shit up. Some part of me wants to hang onto these tokens of past sentiment and future nostalgia, hoping against hope that he'll change his mind, find that Stephanie isn't what he really wants, and come back to me. But I'm not stupid. I know he's not coming back. And at this point, I don't even want him to. Not after the months of lies and double-talk. Nobody deserves that.
I'll probably leave everything here when I move into my own apartment. I can always buy new furniture and it'll make moving a hell of a lot easier. I need to wipe the slate clean and begin again. Start all over with new outfits he's never seen, CDs he's never heard, books he's never read. And most importantly, a bed he's never slept in with sheets that don't still carry some faint trace of his cologne.
I can honestly say that I gave it my best shot. Too bad the reverse isn't true. I knew Hunter was an egomaniac when I first met him. I knew that his wants and needs would always come first. I just never expected him to drop me like a bad habit so quickly. I thought he was worth fighting for. Was it too much to ask for him to feel the same way about me? It always seems like the good ones never stick around. Or maybe it's the bad ones that don't stick around and a foolish girl like me can't quite see the difference.
Things would be so much easier if I could hate both of them for what they've put me through, but I really AM the big softie Mick always accuses me of being. I wish more than anything that I'd met him before he married Colette. Even though he and I are the best of friends now, I think we would have made one fantastic couple. But at least I have his friendship, which has come to be one of the only stabilizing influences in my life here lately.
I met him for lunch so I could tell him about Hunter's decision. I wasn't completely sure how he'd react, but I knew he was the one person I could share my horrible news with who wouldn't make me feel like I was the one who'd failed somehow. He didn't curse because, well, Mick NEVER curses. Well, ALMOST never, at any rate. He didn't smother me with pity. He didn't throw his arms around me and tell me that everything would be okay. What he did was what Mick always does, which is listen, offer advice, and reassure me that he would never abandon me. Which of course was exactly what I needed.
"Can't I just go over to her apartment and slash the tires on his Hummer? Set fire to his wardrobe? Put Nair in his shampoo? Have some gypsy woman put a curse on them?"
"There isn't a spiteful bone in your body, Jo. You wouldn't go through with it and you know it."
"Not even this once? Just to prove you wrong?"
"Sweetheart, don't make me have my own kids sit you down and teach you right from wrong."
"Again?"
"I love you, Jo. You know I'll always be here for you, don't you?"
"Yes, Mick. I do. I can't tell you what your friendship means to me."
"You know, if you wanna come stay at the house for a few days, I'm sure Colette and the kids would love to have you."
"And you? Would you love to have me stay there?"
"Well, I guess if I absolutely had to, I could suffer through an extended visit."
"Michael Frances..."
What in the world would I do without Mick to keep things in perspective? Especially now while I'm dealing with this whole 'starting over' shit. He's one in a million, and I'm thankful beyond words to have him. In what can often be a friendless business, you learn real quick to latch onto the good ones and hold them close. And it's an added bonus when they're as smart and full of good advice as Mick is.
The honest truth is that Hunter and I were probably too close. When 80 percent of your life has to do with the business and you're always together, on screen and off, then there's no real down time. If we weren't at work, we were talking about work and didn't seem to notice that we weren't exactly connecting on a personal level anymore. We never really had time away from each other, so I guess all our communication problems were inevitable.
Well, it's time for a new start, a new life, and a new Joanie. One who doesn't need Hunter and his lies and deceit. There's plenty of other guys out there who I'm sure would jump at the chance to treat me for just who and what I am. Someone deserving of love, devotion, loyalty, and most of all, honesty. It's hard enough to make it as a woman in this business. The last thing I need is a boyfriend who can't recognize a good thing when he sees it and feels like he has to compete with me all the damn time.
Someday Hunter will look back and realize just how bad of a mistake he made when he left me. That's what I hope for, anyway. I'm destined for great things. I always strive to out-do my own achievements, and I've got nowhere to go but up. From this day forward, it's my time. Nobody else's. My time.