"Out of my way scum!" Stephanie snarled as she stormed her way backstage
towards her dressing room. People parted before her, more out of fear than
respect. She could see people like Edge laughing, how dare they.
"How dare they laugh just because I dropped a match again!"
Not just any match though, it was the match. The one that forced her to take a backseat in the federation, making her fade into the background until further notice. She was not a background figure, she was Stephanie McMahon, and she was the bosses' daughter. She damn well demanded respect and attention.
"No one helped me, not one measly piece of talent," she muttered under her breath as she stripped off her black leather singlet and got into the shower. As she relaxed under the hot water spray, a plan formed in her mind. She'd go see Daddy, if that failed then she'd have to take a step back and rethink her options.
There was no one here close enough to help her. Hunter had bailed on her to further his career, to become Undisputed Champion, all he thought about was this business. He seemed to forget that she could get him anything he wanted; any win, any title on a silver platter, if he just yielded the power in the relationship to her. But no, he took things into his own hands, leaving her behind.
No one did that to Stephanie McMahon. Even Kurt hadn't been much help. Sure he'd kept her company since the rest of the company treated her like a caged animal, but he hadn't been there when it mattered, he didn't help her win the match. But he would still be there; he was such a superior athlete and a good friend.
"I'll show them who's a loser"
She looked at herself in the mirror, not bad, the outfit said 'I am a responsible sexy female who is ready to take back what is hers' in a very subtle way of course. Stephanie was all about being subtle. She applied more eyeliner, perfect. She straightened her shoulders and walked out the door. She was damn well going to get what she wanted. She always did.
Stephanie strode past a very sore and tired looking Chris Jericho, who looked up as soon as she walked by him.
He jumped up off the bench. "Hey, Steph, I really need to talk to you." He fell into step besides her and studied her angry profile as he continued. "I guess that I just wanted to apologize for letting you get pinned."
She whirled around so fast that he almost ran into her. "Chris, I don't have time right now to listen to your pathetic whimpering." She snapped. He opened his mouth but she cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Please, just save it for when you're pleading with my father for more air time."
Jericho watched as she turned away from him and began walking to her father's office and sneered. "So now the billion-dollar bitch is back and going to go cry to daddy about not being thrown out of the company. Good luck you bottom-feeding ho."
Stephanie responded by giving him the middle finger as she walked into Vince's office.
"How dare they laugh just because I dropped a match again!"
Not just any match though, it was the match. The one that forced her to take a backseat in the federation, making her fade into the background until further notice. She was not a background figure, she was Stephanie McMahon, and she was the bosses' daughter. She damn well demanded respect and attention.
"No one helped me, not one measly piece of talent," she muttered under her breath as she stripped off her black leather singlet and got into the shower. As she relaxed under the hot water spray, a plan formed in her mind. She'd go see Daddy, if that failed then she'd have to take a step back and rethink her options.
There was no one here close enough to help her. Hunter had bailed on her to further his career, to become Undisputed Champion, all he thought about was this business. He seemed to forget that she could get him anything he wanted; any win, any title on a silver platter, if he just yielded the power in the relationship to her. But no, he took things into his own hands, leaving her behind.
No one did that to Stephanie McMahon. Even Kurt hadn't been much help. Sure he'd kept her company since the rest of the company treated her like a caged animal, but he hadn't been there when it mattered, he didn't help her win the match. But he would still be there; he was such a superior athlete and a good friend.
"I'll show them who's a loser"
She looked at herself in the mirror, not bad, the outfit said 'I am a responsible sexy female who is ready to take back what is hers' in a very subtle way of course. Stephanie was all about being subtle. She applied more eyeliner, perfect. She straightened her shoulders and walked out the door. She was damn well going to get what she wanted. She always did.
Stephanie strode past a very sore and tired looking Chris Jericho, who looked up as soon as she walked by him.
He jumped up off the bench. "Hey, Steph, I really need to talk to you." He fell into step besides her and studied her angry profile as he continued. "I guess that I just wanted to apologize for letting you get pinned."
She whirled around so fast that he almost ran into her. "Chris, I don't have time right now to listen to your pathetic whimpering." She snapped. He opened his mouth but she cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Please, just save it for when you're pleading with my father for more air time."
Jericho watched as she turned away from him and began walking to her father's office and sneered. "So now the billion-dollar bitch is back and going to go cry to daddy about not being thrown out of the company. Good luck you bottom-feeding ho."
Stephanie responded by giving him the middle finger as she walked into Vince's office.