"But Daddy!"
She hadn't planned on being the one pleading and begging, that was supposed to be her father trying to please his precious princess. But he sat sternly at his desk, looking over his glasses at her, hand poised to sign another piece of office paper. He wasn't budging an inch.
"No Steph, the fans aren't responding as well as they used to, you need a break from TV to help the writing team, we'll bring you back soon"
"Oh Daddy, come on.."
"Get out of character Steph! And please just get over it! You're off TV until your role is needed again"
"We'll see." Steph fired her parting words over her shoulder as she flounced out of her dad's office and came face to face with a smirking Chris Jericho.
He had a towel over his shoulders and was looking her up and down like a piece of meat.
"What do you want loser?"
"Nothing at the moment, but I've been summoned to your ol' dad's office where I'm no doubt going to be congratulated on my spectacular heel performance and ring skills and given more TV time, see I don't need to beg for it like you do princess. I'm recognized for my formidable talents in the ring and not my talents in sleeping my way to the top!"
As he said the final words, he slipped into the office before Stephanie could get her manicured claws into him. She stood fuming with rage at the mood he'd left behind. How dare he get more TV time! Was he more talented than her? More good looking? No no no! She stamped a stiletto-toed heel furiously and stormed off to her dressing room, head held high. No one out- did Stephanie McMahon, be it her soon-to-be-ex husband Hunter or that talentless jerk Jericho. It was time for some major retail therapy and major plotting to go with it. And lets face it; she was queen of that, let alone the princess.
* * *
Stephanie looked over at her alarm clock, which was currently playing 'Bitch' by Meredith Brooks, and smiled as she swung her feet over the side of the bed. How fitting, she smirked to herself, letting her feet make contact with the cool wooden floor. She pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and grabbed a notebook and pen off her desk before settling back down on her un-made bed.
There would have to be a list. In order to feel completely in control, Stephanie always needed a list of some sorts. She tapped the pen on the pad of paper and quickly jotted down the first couple of things she'd need to accomplish, starting today.
She was in the middle of writing down number five when her phone rang, its annoying ring piercing the mostly quiet room. She reached over with an exaggerated sigh and lifted the receiver to her ear. "Hello."
"Hey little sis."
Stephanie smiled as soon as she hard her brother's voice and an idea popped into her mind. "Hey Shane, what's going on?"
He laughed. "Nothing. I just wanted to see how you were feeling after yesterday." He paused and then started humming that stupid 'Na, na, na' song the fans had taken a liking too.
"I'm doing fine." Stephanie responded, clenching her teeth to prevent from snapping at Shane. She took a deep breath and launched straight into her plan. "Shane, do you think you could meet me for lunch or something later, let's say around fourish?"
"Four isn't really lunch time anymore." Shane pondered out loud after a couple of seconds of silence.
Stephanie rolled her eyes and had to fight the urge to jump out the window of her sixth floor apartment. "I just really need to talk to you about something. It's important." She added quickly.
"I guess so." Shane answered slowly. "But why so late? I have some free time right now."
"I have a doctors appointment at eight." Stephanie revealed, biting the side of her thumbnail. She knew he would be curious about that little piece of information.
"For what?" He asked predictably. "Steph, are you alright? Was it that Pedigree or slam last night? If Paul seriously hurt you I swear I'll punch his face in." He threatened.
She stifled a laugh, partly at the sudden rush of over protectiveness by her older brother, and then at the image of Shane trying to beat up Paul, again. "No, I'm fine. It's just girl stuff." She thought quickly.
"Oh."
"So yeah, I'll meet you at your house around four and we can decide where to go." She planned. "I'll see you later Shane."
"Alright, bye Steph."
Stephanie tossed the cordless phone to the end of the bed and fell back into the pile of pillows and stuffed animals. Her thoughts immediately drifted to the doctor's appointment she had in about an hour and she enforced the silent decision with a nod of her head. It's going to be for the best.
She hadn't planned on being the one pleading and begging, that was supposed to be her father trying to please his precious princess. But he sat sternly at his desk, looking over his glasses at her, hand poised to sign another piece of office paper. He wasn't budging an inch.
"No Steph, the fans aren't responding as well as they used to, you need a break from TV to help the writing team, we'll bring you back soon"
"Oh Daddy, come on.."
"Get out of character Steph! And please just get over it! You're off TV until your role is needed again"
"We'll see." Steph fired her parting words over her shoulder as she flounced out of her dad's office and came face to face with a smirking Chris Jericho.
He had a towel over his shoulders and was looking her up and down like a piece of meat.
"What do you want loser?"
"Nothing at the moment, but I've been summoned to your ol' dad's office where I'm no doubt going to be congratulated on my spectacular heel performance and ring skills and given more TV time, see I don't need to beg for it like you do princess. I'm recognized for my formidable talents in the ring and not my talents in sleeping my way to the top!"
As he said the final words, he slipped into the office before Stephanie could get her manicured claws into him. She stood fuming with rage at the mood he'd left behind. How dare he get more TV time! Was he more talented than her? More good looking? No no no! She stamped a stiletto-toed heel furiously and stormed off to her dressing room, head held high. No one out- did Stephanie McMahon, be it her soon-to-be-ex husband Hunter or that talentless jerk Jericho. It was time for some major retail therapy and major plotting to go with it. And lets face it; she was queen of that, let alone the princess.
* * *
Stephanie looked over at her alarm clock, which was currently playing 'Bitch' by Meredith Brooks, and smiled as she swung her feet over the side of the bed. How fitting, she smirked to herself, letting her feet make contact with the cool wooden floor. She pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and grabbed a notebook and pen off her desk before settling back down on her un-made bed.
There would have to be a list. In order to feel completely in control, Stephanie always needed a list of some sorts. She tapped the pen on the pad of paper and quickly jotted down the first couple of things she'd need to accomplish, starting today.
She was in the middle of writing down number five when her phone rang, its annoying ring piercing the mostly quiet room. She reached over with an exaggerated sigh and lifted the receiver to her ear. "Hello."
"Hey little sis."
Stephanie smiled as soon as she hard her brother's voice and an idea popped into her mind. "Hey Shane, what's going on?"
He laughed. "Nothing. I just wanted to see how you were feeling after yesterday." He paused and then started humming that stupid 'Na, na, na' song the fans had taken a liking too.
"I'm doing fine." Stephanie responded, clenching her teeth to prevent from snapping at Shane. She took a deep breath and launched straight into her plan. "Shane, do you think you could meet me for lunch or something later, let's say around fourish?"
"Four isn't really lunch time anymore." Shane pondered out loud after a couple of seconds of silence.
Stephanie rolled her eyes and had to fight the urge to jump out the window of her sixth floor apartment. "I just really need to talk to you about something. It's important." She added quickly.
"I guess so." Shane answered slowly. "But why so late? I have some free time right now."
"I have a doctors appointment at eight." Stephanie revealed, biting the side of her thumbnail. She knew he would be curious about that little piece of information.
"For what?" He asked predictably. "Steph, are you alright? Was it that Pedigree or slam last night? If Paul seriously hurt you I swear I'll punch his face in." He threatened.
She stifled a laugh, partly at the sudden rush of over protectiveness by her older brother, and then at the image of Shane trying to beat up Paul, again. "No, I'm fine. It's just girl stuff." She thought quickly.
"Oh."
"So yeah, I'll meet you at your house around four and we can decide where to go." She planned. "I'll see you later Shane."
"Alright, bye Steph."
Stephanie tossed the cordless phone to the end of the bed and fell back into the pile of pillows and stuffed animals. Her thoughts immediately drifted to the doctor's appointment she had in about an hour and she enforced the silent decision with a nod of her head. It's going to be for the best.