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"You sure you know what you're doing?" Shane asked for what seemed like the tenth time that morning
Steph shot him a killer look across the dashboard, now was not the time for Shane to start panicking, she did not need that, not today. She didn't answer for a moment as she turned a corner, then she inclined her head towards him
"Shane, we've been over it, I'll go in and talk to a couple of them backstage before Raw, I'll keep in contact with you via cell-phone, then you go in before Smackdown tomorrow" she rattled off as if from a boring school book
"Right, make sure no one else is in earshot when you talk and give them your number so they can call you, if they remain loyal to Dad and threaten to squeal then we're screwed"
"I'm aware of the complications Shane-o," she said mockingly
He glared at her and ran a hand through his hair; his nervousness was very easy to see. He was making her nervous and she wanted to be cool, calm and collected. She knew what was on the line, they couldn't rush this, that was the problem with the last invasion; rushing in and hoping to storm the competition. This time, it would be careful and calculated, taking over from the inside, she looked at her purse on the floor at her feet where she knew the contracts were and couldn't resist smiling.
"We're here," Shane said quietly
Steph was about to give a smart reply but decided against it, they were both tense now. She parked and they both sat back in silence for a few seconds. She grabbed her phone and purse and looked over at her older brother, he looked back at her worriedly. She rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder awkwardly; being comforting was so not her style.
"It's OK, I'll be about half an hour then I'll be out before Dad knows I'm there, I'll keep you updated"
She got out the car and walked confidently towards the arena, glad no one could hear her thudding heart. Time to do business.
*
Steph walked quickly about backstage, ignoring the strange and pointed looks she was receiving from talent and crew alike, instead smiling happily as though she didn't have a care in the world, her eyes searching the crowds for who she was looking for. She got to the dressing rooms and found a door half open, she peeked in, bingo. Pushing the door open, she walked in confidently. She should have known he'd be by himself, stretching out in preparation for the Raw. She closed the door securely and crossed her arms, smiling at the person lying on the floor.
"Hello Rob"
Rob Van Dam looked up, a look of astonishment spreading over his face followed by a wide smile. He disentangled himself from whatever complicated stretch he was putting himself through and got to his feet.
"Steph, wow I didn't expect to see you here, you look great"
"Thanks, that's sweet of you" Steph said, looking down at herself, glad she'd worn what she had.
"So,.um..what you doing here?" he said as casually as he could
"I have a business proposition for you and I think you'll find it very interesting. You don't have to look at me like I grew another head." She added after seeing the look on his face.
"What do you mean?" Rob asked, still a little bit weary.
Steph sat down on one end of the bench and opened up her briefcase. Time for the good ol' powers of persuasion. "As you've seen, my father and soon to be ex husband forced me to sign a deal, leading to my present banishment." Rob nodded, so she kept on. "I'm going to get straight to the point, I want back in."
"I'm not really the one you should be talking to about-"
"That's where you're wrong." She cut in, a gleam in her eyes. "I've been doing some talking with my dear brother and what we have planned will blow my dad out of the water."
Realization dawned on his face. "Are you talking about another type of invasion?" Stephanie nodded and Rob saw the excitement in her eyes. "I would help you, I really would. But my contract is with-"
"Us." Stephanie finished, handing him the brand new contract. "All you have to do is sign."
He shrugged and took the pen from her outstretched hand. "Sure, as long as I'm still going to get the airtime." He signed his name on the dotted line and handed it back.
"I knew I could rely on you Rob." Stephanie said with a genuine smile. They shook hands and she secured the contract back into her briefcase. "I'll be getting in touch with you shortly." She turned to leave the room but stopped and faced him. "And Rob, don't mention this to anyone." He agreed and went back to his stretching as she left the room. She pulled out her cell phone and text Shane. 'RVD; got him'
She smiled to herself as she pressed send and knew Shane would be pleased. RVD was one of the people they had anticipated being most loyal to their father. But, apparently not. She looked down as her phone vibrated (she wouldn't have taken any chances with the ringer) and saw Shane's message.
'Really?! Go girl!'
"What a dork." She muttered, tucking it back into her pocket. "One more locker room to get to and I'm outta here." She approached a girl with a headset on that looked like she was new. "Could you point me to the Un- American's locker room?"
The girl nodded and looked down at her clipboard. "Of course, and who, may I ask, is asking?"
Stephanie grinned. "What a doll you are. Tell them it's a longtime friend."
"Alrighty." The girl said happily. "Follow me." She led Stephanie down a complicated twist and turn of hallways and finally stopped in front of a door with an upside-down American flag pinned up. "There you go Miss. Glad I could help."
"Thank you." Stephanie replied. She watched as the girl turned the corner, and then knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Somebody, she guess was Christian, called.
She rolled her eyes. "Just open up you guys, I need to talk to you." She heard whispering amongst themselves and had to stifle a laugh.
"Who is it though?"
"Maybe we should pretend we're not here."
"She already knows."
"Hey, it's a she? Let her in, let her in!"
The door swung open and Stephanie came face to face with Lance Storm. His face broke into a grin as he let her. "Hey guys, it's Stephanie!"
Stephanie walked into the room and sat down on a chair, all the while knowing that they were looking at her curiously. Finally she turned to the three. "I can count on you three, right?" She asked slowly. She figured she didn't have to take the same approach as RVD; these three would be swayed much easier.
"Yeah, you know you can count on us Steph." Christian spoke up. "But what's going on?"
"Me and Shane are planning something and we need your help." She said, getting straight to the point.
Test's eyes grew wide and Christian and Lance both smiled. "You want us to be a part of the next invasion?"
"I don't really like the term invasion anymore." Stephanie said simply. "Invasion refers to something that I, we failed at. I like to think of it more as a take-over. And I need to know if I can count on you three when the time comes to join me and Shane."
"So, it's going to be just you, Shane, and us?" Lance asked curiously.
She shook her head. "No, there'll be more. Trust me." She grabbed the contracts out and handed them theirs. "So will you help us?"
"Sure." Christian answered, taking his sheet of paper happily. He signed it where she told him to and gave it back to her. "There ya go."
"What about you two?" Stephanie asked to the remaining members of the team.
"You know we will." Test answered for the both of them. They signed their new contracts and she picked them back up.
"Thank you guys." Stephanie said, shaking each one of their hands. "Me and Shane will be getting in touch with you guys shortly." She left the locker room and smiled to herself. This was turning out to be a lot easier then anticipated.
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"You sure you know what you're doing?" Shane asked for what seemed like the tenth time that morning
Steph shot him a killer look across the dashboard, now was not the time for Shane to start panicking, she did not need that, not today. She didn't answer for a moment as she turned a corner, then she inclined her head towards him
"Shane, we've been over it, I'll go in and talk to a couple of them backstage before Raw, I'll keep in contact with you via cell-phone, then you go in before Smackdown tomorrow" she rattled off as if from a boring school book
"Right, make sure no one else is in earshot when you talk and give them your number so they can call you, if they remain loyal to Dad and threaten to squeal then we're screwed"
"I'm aware of the complications Shane-o," she said mockingly
He glared at her and ran a hand through his hair; his nervousness was very easy to see. He was making her nervous and she wanted to be cool, calm and collected. She knew what was on the line, they couldn't rush this, that was the problem with the last invasion; rushing in and hoping to storm the competition. This time, it would be careful and calculated, taking over from the inside, she looked at her purse on the floor at her feet where she knew the contracts were and couldn't resist smiling.
"We're here," Shane said quietly
Steph was about to give a smart reply but decided against it, they were both tense now. She parked and they both sat back in silence for a few seconds. She grabbed her phone and purse and looked over at her older brother, he looked back at her worriedly. She rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder awkwardly; being comforting was so not her style.
"It's OK, I'll be about half an hour then I'll be out before Dad knows I'm there, I'll keep you updated"
She got out the car and walked confidently towards the arena, glad no one could hear her thudding heart. Time to do business.
*
Steph walked quickly about backstage, ignoring the strange and pointed looks she was receiving from talent and crew alike, instead smiling happily as though she didn't have a care in the world, her eyes searching the crowds for who she was looking for. She got to the dressing rooms and found a door half open, she peeked in, bingo. Pushing the door open, she walked in confidently. She should have known he'd be by himself, stretching out in preparation for the Raw. She closed the door securely and crossed her arms, smiling at the person lying on the floor.
"Hello Rob"
Rob Van Dam looked up, a look of astonishment spreading over his face followed by a wide smile. He disentangled himself from whatever complicated stretch he was putting himself through and got to his feet.
"Steph, wow I didn't expect to see you here, you look great"
"Thanks, that's sweet of you" Steph said, looking down at herself, glad she'd worn what she had.
"So,.um..what you doing here?" he said as casually as he could
"I have a business proposition for you and I think you'll find it very interesting. You don't have to look at me like I grew another head." She added after seeing the look on his face.
"What do you mean?" Rob asked, still a little bit weary.
Steph sat down on one end of the bench and opened up her briefcase. Time for the good ol' powers of persuasion. "As you've seen, my father and soon to be ex husband forced me to sign a deal, leading to my present banishment." Rob nodded, so she kept on. "I'm going to get straight to the point, I want back in."
"I'm not really the one you should be talking to about-"
"That's where you're wrong." She cut in, a gleam in her eyes. "I've been doing some talking with my dear brother and what we have planned will blow my dad out of the water."
Realization dawned on his face. "Are you talking about another type of invasion?" Stephanie nodded and Rob saw the excitement in her eyes. "I would help you, I really would. But my contract is with-"
"Us." Stephanie finished, handing him the brand new contract. "All you have to do is sign."
He shrugged and took the pen from her outstretched hand. "Sure, as long as I'm still going to get the airtime." He signed his name on the dotted line and handed it back.
"I knew I could rely on you Rob." Stephanie said with a genuine smile. They shook hands and she secured the contract back into her briefcase. "I'll be getting in touch with you shortly." She turned to leave the room but stopped and faced him. "And Rob, don't mention this to anyone." He agreed and went back to his stretching as she left the room. She pulled out her cell phone and text Shane. 'RVD; got him'
She smiled to herself as she pressed send and knew Shane would be pleased. RVD was one of the people they had anticipated being most loyal to their father. But, apparently not. She looked down as her phone vibrated (she wouldn't have taken any chances with the ringer) and saw Shane's message.
'Really?! Go girl!'
"What a dork." She muttered, tucking it back into her pocket. "One more locker room to get to and I'm outta here." She approached a girl with a headset on that looked like she was new. "Could you point me to the Un- American's locker room?"
The girl nodded and looked down at her clipboard. "Of course, and who, may I ask, is asking?"
Stephanie grinned. "What a doll you are. Tell them it's a longtime friend."
"Alrighty." The girl said happily. "Follow me." She led Stephanie down a complicated twist and turn of hallways and finally stopped in front of a door with an upside-down American flag pinned up. "There you go Miss. Glad I could help."
"Thank you." Stephanie replied. She watched as the girl turned the corner, and then knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Somebody, she guess was Christian, called.
She rolled her eyes. "Just open up you guys, I need to talk to you." She heard whispering amongst themselves and had to stifle a laugh.
"Who is it though?"
"Maybe we should pretend we're not here."
"She already knows."
"Hey, it's a she? Let her in, let her in!"
The door swung open and Stephanie came face to face with Lance Storm. His face broke into a grin as he let her. "Hey guys, it's Stephanie!"
Stephanie walked into the room and sat down on a chair, all the while knowing that they were looking at her curiously. Finally she turned to the three. "I can count on you three, right?" She asked slowly. She figured she didn't have to take the same approach as RVD; these three would be swayed much easier.
"Yeah, you know you can count on us Steph." Christian spoke up. "But what's going on?"
"Me and Shane are planning something and we need your help." She said, getting straight to the point.
Test's eyes grew wide and Christian and Lance both smiled. "You want us to be a part of the next invasion?"
"I don't really like the term invasion anymore." Stephanie said simply. "Invasion refers to something that I, we failed at. I like to think of it more as a take-over. And I need to know if I can count on you three when the time comes to join me and Shane."
"So, it's going to be just you, Shane, and us?" Lance asked curiously.
She shook her head. "No, there'll be more. Trust me." She grabbed the contracts out and handed them theirs. "So will you help us?"
"Sure." Christian answered, taking his sheet of paper happily. He signed it where she told him to and gave it back to her. "There ya go."
"What about you two?" Stephanie asked to the remaining members of the team.
"You know we will." Test answered for the both of them. They signed their new contracts and she picked them back up.
"Thank you guys." Stephanie said, shaking each one of their hands. "Me and Shane will be getting in touch with you guys shortly." She left the locker room and smiled to herself. This was turning out to be a lot easier then anticipated.
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