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Stephanie emerged ten minutes later after the quickest shower she'd ever had to find Shane lying out on the couch, his eyes closed and his expression serene. She smiled craftily, time to change that. She crept down the stairs and tiptoed over to the couch. With a sudden movement, she tipped it up so that Shane fell to the floor with a thud, waking up from the shock.
"Oh ha ha sis, very funny, very mature" he said, dusting himself off as he got up
"Had to get you back for waking me up so early" she said smiling "thanks for the coffee by the way, it helped me wake up"
"Glad I could do something right this morning" Shane retorted, following her into the kitchen
"Finished straightening things out for me?" she asked distractedly as she began pulling tins out of the cupboards
"Didn't you notice the difference after all my hard work?" he said angrily, gesturing with his arms
She smiled as she took everything in properly; it was all back in it's proper place and looked as stylish as it had been before. A lot of that was down to her interior design skills of course but she had to admit that Shane had done a great job
"Yeah, I've noticed and you've really done me a big favour" she replied, finally finding what she was looking for "and your hard work seemed to culminate in you falling asleep on my couch"
Shane just glared at her as she pulled the top off the tin in her hands and put the kettle on. She'd gotten to him which something he hated happening. In the end, he seemed to squash his anger and his curiosity took over as he looked over her shoulder
"What are doing?" he asked finally
"Making breakfast" she replied "it is still early and most normal people have breakfast early on in the day surprisingly, apparently it's good for you"
"Steph, why are you having breakfast when we have our new talent coming around in less than five minutes?" he asked, his anger now barely under control
"It's for them as well idiot, they're gonna be hungry too" she answered "now make yourself useful and make some toast or something"
Shane groaned in frustration but did as his sister asked, after all they probably would be hungry when they all arrived soon and it was practical, much as he hated to admit it. Steph was relaxed, humming softly under her breath as she made a pot of coffee, she never got nervous about things as important as this because she was always confident in her and Shane's abilities. Shane more than made up for her not panicking anyway, he always began snapping when an important meeting came up because he was so charged up with nervous energy that he just lashed out. Once it all started, he would relax though, she knew he would. She carried the coffee and several mugs over to the living room table, motioning for Shane to bring the toast and the spreads to go with it. She cocked her head to one side as she took in what was on the table, sure there was something missing.
"Oooh, cereals" she said suddenly, dashing back into the kitchen
"Steph, why are you suddenly all concerned about what the talent are going to eat? You never used to give a crap about what happened to them, they were just meat on the page to you"
She didn't say anything until she'd put the cereals and bowels on the table then straightened out to look him in the eye
"Shane, before we treated them like they didn't matter, but they do and they did which is one of the reasons they began losing faith in us and why we weren't successful, you gotta start caring to show that you have faith, besides, they are our foundation" she said
Before Shane could answer, there was a knock at the door. Steph turned to Shane excitedly.
"How do I look?" she asked
"Great, as usual" Shane said rolling his eyes
He had to admit it, she did look great, maybe it was because of the operation. She wore a black backless top and a pair of her tight black leather trousers with it. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she'd finally stopped putting too much make up on, settling for mascara and eyeliner only. Shane shook his head slightly, she was going to knock them sideways.
Steph opened the door with a smile to reveal the UnAmericans, all looking more than a little tired. They ambled in, saying their hellos blearily
"Coffee guys?" offered Shane, motioning to the pot
They all nodded, sitting down on the couch together. Shane grinned as they passed the coffee pot between them, pouring a cup each along the way. Steph opened the door again to let in Rob Van Dam who shook her hand, looking bright eyed and awake. Trust Rob to be cool early in the morning.
"Sweet, you're serving breakfast" he said energetically
He plopped down on a chair and grabbed himself a piece of toast, beginning to butter it quickly. Shane sat down, watching as Steph left the door open, allowing the talent to walk in freely. She sat down next to him, that calculating smile on her face
"I think we picked right, these guys are meshing well as a group," she said quietly
"I know" Shane replied
As soon as they were all seated, Steph stood up and cleared her throat. The room fell respectfully silent
"Thanks for coming today guys, you all know why you're here, Shane and I approached you all over the past week to ask you if you were willing to become part of an invasion, I know you all remember the disaster that was our last attempt" there was a ripple of laughter "but this is going to be different, this going to be an invasion starting from the inside and going to take over in one move, not slowly like last time but quickly and painfully for those cut off"
Shane stood up beside Steph as a rumble of chatter broke out in the room. He waved a hand to get attention again
"Simmer down everyone, you've all signed contracts and you're all willing to do what we ask, now some of you have benefited from the last invasion while others have seen the benefits, we want back what is rightfully ours, we know you want what is yours too - prime time TV to showcase your talents, to elevate yourselves even more, under our direction? It can happen, so we're here today to start planning, let it begin!"
The people filling the room looked a little less excited then Stephanie had hoped; but she didn't let it faze her as she took a sip of coffee. Shane had to cover his mouth with to keep from laughing as everybody looked at each other with tired expressions on their faces.
"So, when is this whole thing going to get started?" Lance Storm asked. "I mean, are we going to have any time to prepare for this at all?"
Stephanie's mouth dropped and Shane jumped in before she strangled one of their talent. "We've already gone over that." He said, motioning to him and his sister. "We've spent nearly a month preparing for this. It should go into affect in about." He turned to Stephanie and furrowed his eyebrows. "Roughly a couple of weeks?" He guessed and she nodded.
"Here's what I think we should do." The Undertaker started from his seat on the recliner.
Stephanie's eyes narrowed. There is no way I'm permitting another Austin, she thought angrily. "We have the plans." She cut in, holding up a couple sheets of paper. "But your suggestions are always welcome."
He gave her a dark glare before settling back down in the chair and pushed the bandana out of his eyes.
Shane explained the plan while Stephanie sat back, proud of herself. Not only had she stood up to one of the men her father almost made her marry, but everything was coming along perfectly. She listened as Shane went into detail about the Pay-Per-View they'd be debuting on and the way they'd go about doing it. She looked around and noted the talent sitting around her living room.
The Undertaker still sat back with his arms crossed in front of him, a permanent look of disdain on his face. Molly was nodding as she held the belt in her lap and next to her; Jamie Noble and Nidia were trying to concentrate as they made eyes at each other. Randy Orton and John Cena looked excited to be a part of something like this and RVD was sitting on the floor, his feet propped up by a pile of pillows.
All in all a very good group to have, Stephanie told herself silently with a nod of her head.
*Three Weeks Later*
The phone rang and Stephanie's eyes snapped open immediately. She knew it was the wake-up call she requested, so she picked it and promptly dropped it back down in the cradle.
She pushed the covers off and swung her feet onto the floor. Today was the day. Sunday. Judgment Day. Perfectly fitting, she smirked, taking some clothes out of her suitcase. She took a short, five-minute shower and threw her still wet hair up in a messy bun. She pulled on a white, ¾ length shirt and a pair of grays sweatpants. Her sneakers topped the outfit and she grabbed her purse and a baseball hat before running out of the room to meet Shane down in the lobby.
He was sitting on a couch when she came down and he jumped up when she stepped off the elevator.
"Come on." Stephanie urged as she rushed by him. "We need to get there as soon as possible."
Shane followed her out to the waiting limo without a word and once they were in and on their way to the arena, she realized just how bad her brother looked.
"Are you alright?" She asked watching as he rolled down the window, most likely to get some fresh air.
He shrugged and fidgeted with the briefcase resting on his lap. "Just a little nervous I guess."
Stephanie smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. "Everything will be fine." She assured. "Nothing's going to go wrong just as long as we stick to the plan."
They rode the remainder of the ride in silence and both looked a little jumpy as the limo pulled to a stop backstage. Shane made them go over the plan once more, just to be on the safe side.
Shane would distract the security guard, who was undoubtedly one of his friends. Stephanie would sneak in and once they were both safely inside, Shane would immediately go to their dad's office and talk him up; praise him about the good job he's been doing and generally build up a false sense of security. Stephanie would go straight to the makeshift "office" they knew would be there and then the real plan would begin.
Stephanie got out of the car and had to push Shane forward, as if he didn't want to go through with this after all.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the entrance as his sister hung back a little bit; all part of the plan.
"What are you doing back here?" A huge man, who, Shane realized with a heavy heart, he didn't recognize, snapped at him.
"I came to see my father." Shane responded. Vince had hired new security, what if he knew? Shane thought fearfully. He thought about Stephanie who was staying back behind some cars and squared his shoulders before pulling out his license.
"Shane McMahon?" The guard, whose nametag read 'Tim', asked suspiciously.
"Um, yeah." Shane answered.
The guy smiled, which was something that didn't look like it happened often. "I seen all the shit you pulled with your sister last year. That was the funniest shit I've seen my whole life." He patted Shane on the shoulder. "Go ahead man. Give your sister props for me if you still talk to her."
Shane, who looked ready to bolt as it was, forced a smile and stayed back. He still needed to distract him for Stephanie. "So do you still watch?" He asked, trying to keep up conversation.
Tim nodded energetically. "Yeah I do. You know what I think?" He didn't give Shane a chance to answer. "I think you should get back on TV, wreak some more havoc. And you know what else I think?" He asked with a flourish of his hands. "Your sister should get together with Jericho."
Stephanie looked up quickly as she snuck behind him and pretended to gag as she slipped in.
"I think she should too." Shane agreed with a grin. "Listen, it was great talking to you but I should get going inside."
"Alright man. Have a good time." Tim crossed his arms in front of his chest as after Shane walked in and put the menacing look back on his face.
Stephanie emerged ten minutes later after the quickest shower she'd ever had to find Shane lying out on the couch, his eyes closed and his expression serene. She smiled craftily, time to change that. She crept down the stairs and tiptoed over to the couch. With a sudden movement, she tipped it up so that Shane fell to the floor with a thud, waking up from the shock.
"Oh ha ha sis, very funny, very mature" he said, dusting himself off as he got up
"Had to get you back for waking me up so early" she said smiling "thanks for the coffee by the way, it helped me wake up"
"Glad I could do something right this morning" Shane retorted, following her into the kitchen
"Finished straightening things out for me?" she asked distractedly as she began pulling tins out of the cupboards
"Didn't you notice the difference after all my hard work?" he said angrily, gesturing with his arms
She smiled as she took everything in properly; it was all back in it's proper place and looked as stylish as it had been before. A lot of that was down to her interior design skills of course but she had to admit that Shane had done a great job
"Yeah, I've noticed and you've really done me a big favour" she replied, finally finding what she was looking for "and your hard work seemed to culminate in you falling asleep on my couch"
Shane just glared at her as she pulled the top off the tin in her hands and put the kettle on. She'd gotten to him which something he hated happening. In the end, he seemed to squash his anger and his curiosity took over as he looked over her shoulder
"What are doing?" he asked finally
"Making breakfast" she replied "it is still early and most normal people have breakfast early on in the day surprisingly, apparently it's good for you"
"Steph, why are you having breakfast when we have our new talent coming around in less than five minutes?" he asked, his anger now barely under control
"It's for them as well idiot, they're gonna be hungry too" she answered "now make yourself useful and make some toast or something"
Shane groaned in frustration but did as his sister asked, after all they probably would be hungry when they all arrived soon and it was practical, much as he hated to admit it. Steph was relaxed, humming softly under her breath as she made a pot of coffee, she never got nervous about things as important as this because she was always confident in her and Shane's abilities. Shane more than made up for her not panicking anyway, he always began snapping when an important meeting came up because he was so charged up with nervous energy that he just lashed out. Once it all started, he would relax though, she knew he would. She carried the coffee and several mugs over to the living room table, motioning for Shane to bring the toast and the spreads to go with it. She cocked her head to one side as she took in what was on the table, sure there was something missing.
"Oooh, cereals" she said suddenly, dashing back into the kitchen
"Steph, why are you suddenly all concerned about what the talent are going to eat? You never used to give a crap about what happened to them, they were just meat on the page to you"
She didn't say anything until she'd put the cereals and bowels on the table then straightened out to look him in the eye
"Shane, before we treated them like they didn't matter, but they do and they did which is one of the reasons they began losing faith in us and why we weren't successful, you gotta start caring to show that you have faith, besides, they are our foundation" she said
Before Shane could answer, there was a knock at the door. Steph turned to Shane excitedly.
"How do I look?" she asked
"Great, as usual" Shane said rolling his eyes
He had to admit it, she did look great, maybe it was because of the operation. She wore a black backless top and a pair of her tight black leather trousers with it. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she'd finally stopped putting too much make up on, settling for mascara and eyeliner only. Shane shook his head slightly, she was going to knock them sideways.
Steph opened the door with a smile to reveal the UnAmericans, all looking more than a little tired. They ambled in, saying their hellos blearily
"Coffee guys?" offered Shane, motioning to the pot
They all nodded, sitting down on the couch together. Shane grinned as they passed the coffee pot between them, pouring a cup each along the way. Steph opened the door again to let in Rob Van Dam who shook her hand, looking bright eyed and awake. Trust Rob to be cool early in the morning.
"Sweet, you're serving breakfast" he said energetically
He plopped down on a chair and grabbed himself a piece of toast, beginning to butter it quickly. Shane sat down, watching as Steph left the door open, allowing the talent to walk in freely. She sat down next to him, that calculating smile on her face
"I think we picked right, these guys are meshing well as a group," she said quietly
"I know" Shane replied
As soon as they were all seated, Steph stood up and cleared her throat. The room fell respectfully silent
"Thanks for coming today guys, you all know why you're here, Shane and I approached you all over the past week to ask you if you were willing to become part of an invasion, I know you all remember the disaster that was our last attempt" there was a ripple of laughter "but this is going to be different, this going to be an invasion starting from the inside and going to take over in one move, not slowly like last time but quickly and painfully for those cut off"
Shane stood up beside Steph as a rumble of chatter broke out in the room. He waved a hand to get attention again
"Simmer down everyone, you've all signed contracts and you're all willing to do what we ask, now some of you have benefited from the last invasion while others have seen the benefits, we want back what is rightfully ours, we know you want what is yours too - prime time TV to showcase your talents, to elevate yourselves even more, under our direction? It can happen, so we're here today to start planning, let it begin!"
The people filling the room looked a little less excited then Stephanie had hoped; but she didn't let it faze her as she took a sip of coffee. Shane had to cover his mouth with to keep from laughing as everybody looked at each other with tired expressions on their faces.
"So, when is this whole thing going to get started?" Lance Storm asked. "I mean, are we going to have any time to prepare for this at all?"
Stephanie's mouth dropped and Shane jumped in before she strangled one of their talent. "We've already gone over that." He said, motioning to him and his sister. "We've spent nearly a month preparing for this. It should go into affect in about." He turned to Stephanie and furrowed his eyebrows. "Roughly a couple of weeks?" He guessed and she nodded.
"Here's what I think we should do." The Undertaker started from his seat on the recliner.
Stephanie's eyes narrowed. There is no way I'm permitting another Austin, she thought angrily. "We have the plans." She cut in, holding up a couple sheets of paper. "But your suggestions are always welcome."
He gave her a dark glare before settling back down in the chair and pushed the bandana out of his eyes.
Shane explained the plan while Stephanie sat back, proud of herself. Not only had she stood up to one of the men her father almost made her marry, but everything was coming along perfectly. She listened as Shane went into detail about the Pay-Per-View they'd be debuting on and the way they'd go about doing it. She looked around and noted the talent sitting around her living room.
The Undertaker still sat back with his arms crossed in front of him, a permanent look of disdain on his face. Molly was nodding as she held the belt in her lap and next to her; Jamie Noble and Nidia were trying to concentrate as they made eyes at each other. Randy Orton and John Cena looked excited to be a part of something like this and RVD was sitting on the floor, his feet propped up by a pile of pillows.
All in all a very good group to have, Stephanie told herself silently with a nod of her head.
*Three Weeks Later*
The phone rang and Stephanie's eyes snapped open immediately. She knew it was the wake-up call she requested, so she picked it and promptly dropped it back down in the cradle.
She pushed the covers off and swung her feet onto the floor. Today was the day. Sunday. Judgment Day. Perfectly fitting, she smirked, taking some clothes out of her suitcase. She took a short, five-minute shower and threw her still wet hair up in a messy bun. She pulled on a white, ¾ length shirt and a pair of grays sweatpants. Her sneakers topped the outfit and she grabbed her purse and a baseball hat before running out of the room to meet Shane down in the lobby.
He was sitting on a couch when she came down and he jumped up when she stepped off the elevator.
"Come on." Stephanie urged as she rushed by him. "We need to get there as soon as possible."
Shane followed her out to the waiting limo without a word and once they were in and on their way to the arena, she realized just how bad her brother looked.
"Are you alright?" She asked watching as he rolled down the window, most likely to get some fresh air.
He shrugged and fidgeted with the briefcase resting on his lap. "Just a little nervous I guess."
Stephanie smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. "Everything will be fine." She assured. "Nothing's going to go wrong just as long as we stick to the plan."
They rode the remainder of the ride in silence and both looked a little jumpy as the limo pulled to a stop backstage. Shane made them go over the plan once more, just to be on the safe side.
Shane would distract the security guard, who was undoubtedly one of his friends. Stephanie would sneak in and once they were both safely inside, Shane would immediately go to their dad's office and talk him up; praise him about the good job he's been doing and generally build up a false sense of security. Stephanie would go straight to the makeshift "office" they knew would be there and then the real plan would begin.
Stephanie got out of the car and had to push Shane forward, as if he didn't want to go through with this after all.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the entrance as his sister hung back a little bit; all part of the plan.
"What are you doing back here?" A huge man, who, Shane realized with a heavy heart, he didn't recognize, snapped at him.
"I came to see my father." Shane responded. Vince had hired new security, what if he knew? Shane thought fearfully. He thought about Stephanie who was staying back behind some cars and squared his shoulders before pulling out his license.
"Shane McMahon?" The guard, whose nametag read 'Tim', asked suspiciously.
"Um, yeah." Shane answered.
The guy smiled, which was something that didn't look like it happened often. "I seen all the shit you pulled with your sister last year. That was the funniest shit I've seen my whole life." He patted Shane on the shoulder. "Go ahead man. Give your sister props for me if you still talk to her."
Shane, who looked ready to bolt as it was, forced a smile and stayed back. He still needed to distract him for Stephanie. "So do you still watch?" He asked, trying to keep up conversation.
Tim nodded energetically. "Yeah I do. You know what I think?" He didn't give Shane a chance to answer. "I think you should get back on TV, wreak some more havoc. And you know what else I think?" He asked with a flourish of his hands. "Your sister should get together with Jericho."
Stephanie looked up quickly as she snuck behind him and pretended to gag as she slipped in.
"I think she should too." Shane agreed with a grin. "Listen, it was great talking to you but I should get going inside."
"Alright man. Have a good time." Tim crossed his arms in front of his chest as after Shane walked in and put the menacing look back on his face.