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Steph watched in delight as Vince lay still on the ramp, cheers roaring throughout the arena. Undertaker easily picked up Vince's limp body and slung it over his shoulder. He knocked fists with RVD and began making his way down the ramp with Rob following close behind. Shane turned to Steph and saw the oh-so-familiar smile erupt over her face, that smile that said she knew she was winning and that she was loving it. He couldn't help smiling too and held a hand up to her which she gleefully slapped with one of her own in a high five. Undertaker stepped between the ropes and deposited Vince non too gently on the canvas and stood over him sneering.
"You see Daddy, we're not here to beg for forgiveness, we're not here to invade you, we're here to take you over" said Steph
"What?" yelled J.R "That's not possible!"
"You're telling me" responded the King "The amount of red tape on those WWE documents could be used to start a shop"
"That's right Dad, we have here several legally binding documents that class us as the owners of the WWE, the co-owners, you're looking at your new bosses and we didn't do it alone, soon you'll find out who our allies are and how this invasion has just been completed because this can't be solved at a PPV or the boardroom, this has been sewn up completely tonight" said Shane triumphantly
"The Co-owners? Those two can't even get along as brother and sister, how are they going to cope as business partners?" exclaimed J.R
"They'll do just fine J.R because you know that the Mcmahon way is the only way" answered the King
In the ring, Shane, Steph, Undertaker and Rob stood in a circle around Vince's body. One by one they thrust a hand into the centre so that they were joined over Vince then pulled them down, up and out. The music blared into the arena and Steph watched in pleasure as the crowd cheered, she lifted her head and breathed out smiling. Shane moved out of the ring and held the ropes open for his sister and then helped her down from the apron. They were followed swiftly at Rob and Undertaker, silent and glowering. As soon as they reached the other side of the curtain, Steph let out a triumphant whoop, she'd learnt that her ear piercing screeches didn't always endear her to people. She pumped the air and grabbed her amused brother into a jubilant hug.
"We did it! We did it!" she said in a sing-song voice
"Steph get off me, I have a rep to protect" said Shane but he hugged her tightly before letting her go, his relief that everything had gone according to plan evident.
Steph turned back to where Undertaker stood leaning against the wall, his face as usual serious, almost scowling. Couldn't he just lighten up? She knew better than to even question him about it, he'd give some macho answer anyway.
"Thank you guys, you were amazing" she chattered "and Taker, I know that you are going to win that title easily tonight when you face Hollywood Hogan"
Disgust dripped off her last two words. Shane couldn't help smiling; he remembered a time when Steph loved Hogan and cheered for him backstage but that was a long time ago, before Hunter had opened her eyes to the cold harsh world of business and changed her forever. If he reminded her of that time, she'd laugh and shake her head, it was nothing more than a distant memory to her. As it should be for him but he couldn't help remembering.
"She's right man, it's as good as yours" Shane added, his usual exuberance creeping into his words
Undertaker observed them from behind his shades silently, his hard frown unmoving before speaking.
"I don't need you two to tell me that I'm going to win" he said slowly and menacingly "and I am not one of your henchmen so this stops now, it stopped after the Corporate Ministry, understand"
"Perfectly" replied Shane quickly, seeing the eye narrowed look that Steph shot at him.
Undertaker nodded and without a word, walked away down the corridor.
"Well I've gotta go get ready, I have a match next for the Intercontinental title" Rob said breaking the stony silence
"You go for it Rob" said Steph, her happiness returning "you can beat that Latino Creep"
"And you know it" laughed Rob as he walked away
"Now Steph, don't start yelling about how Undertaker's gonna become another Austin" began Shane before his sister could speak "he is the most valuable worker we have right now, he's gonna win the Undisputed title tonight for one thing plus he's been here longer than anyone, he knows what works and what doesn't"
"Granted" said Steph shortly
The subject was closed, it was evident that she didn't completely trust Undertaker which Shane guessed was acceptable since Dad had tried to marry her off to him in a black wedding. She could never let bygones be bygones, accept that Taker had just been a pawn in one of Dad's games as they all had. He sighed and shook his head, the PPV had only just started and they had a lot things to do for the invasion to be fully completed before tomorrow's Raw.
"Steph, you in contact with the others?" he asked
"Sure, just as you are"
"Check they know what they're doing, we don't want to screw up now"
"Don't sweat it Shane, by the end of the night, we'll be standing tall in that ring, our pack and everyone will know that we are the owners, where we rightly belong" She didn't give him a chance to respond and spun on her heel before stalking away, most likely towards their office.
Shane watched as she walked away; hand on one hip, head slightly cocked to the side; a sure sign that she was in deep thought about something. He sighed and shook his head and hoped to all things holy that everything would turn out okay.
*~*~*~*
Stephanie looked up warily as the door was slowly pushed open and her hired security stepped into the room. "What do you want?"
"Miss McMahon, Chris Jericho and Kurt Angle would like to speak to you." Jeremy said, dropping his voice to prevent it from being heard.
Her eyes widened and she set her mouth in a hard line. "You can let them in, but can you do me a favour and just stay in the room?" The guard nodded. "Thanks, it's just that I don't feel completely comfortable with these two."
The door shut and opened a couple of seconds later. Kurt strolled in happily, glad to see Stephanie back. Chris, on the other hand, walked in a little after him, looking cautiously at the female behind the desk. They both took a seat and Stephanie looked at them expectantly.
"So how can I help you two?" She asked pleasantly. "Especially you Chris, after that wonderful match that screwed me over." Her voice dropped with sarcasm and he winced.
"How come you never told me about this?" Kurt demanded, putting both of his elbows on the desk in front of him. "I mean, I was insulted. I thought we were friends Steph."
She grinned so insincerely that only Jericho saw it. "Kurt we are friends. But point blank, I wouldn't trust you to take out my trash. Why would I trust you with something as big as this?"
Kurt pushed back from the desk and glowered over her before being grabbed roughly by the security.
"Is there a problem Sir?" Jeremy demanded as he held Kurt tightly by his shoulder.
"Get the hell away from me." Kurt said angrily. He stared at Steph for a second, not blinking, not taking his eyes off of her. She knew he was trying to intimidate her, and simply stared right back.
"I think you were leaving." She said evenly, pointing to the door with her index finger. She watched as he was completely thrown out of the room and then turned to Jericho, who was playing with the ceramic figure on her desk. "So what did you want?" She asked and he jumped before setting it back down.
"I wanted to know if I could be a part of-"
"No."
His eyes widened and he sat back in his seat. "What do you mean no? You have no idea what I was even going to ask you!"
Stephanie nodded. "Yeah I do. Instead of going to my father, who is incapacitated at the moment, to ask for airtime, you're coming to ask me to join mine and Shane's new alliance. And the answer is no. Was there something else you wanted?"
"You're still such a bitch." Jericho muttered, getting up from the chair.
She smirked before waving at him with her fingers. "I'd watch what you said from now on Chris. You don't know about half of the people I control."
Steph watched in delight as Vince lay still on the ramp, cheers roaring throughout the arena. Undertaker easily picked up Vince's limp body and slung it over his shoulder. He knocked fists with RVD and began making his way down the ramp with Rob following close behind. Shane turned to Steph and saw the oh-so-familiar smile erupt over her face, that smile that said she knew she was winning and that she was loving it. He couldn't help smiling too and held a hand up to her which she gleefully slapped with one of her own in a high five. Undertaker stepped between the ropes and deposited Vince non too gently on the canvas and stood over him sneering.
"You see Daddy, we're not here to beg for forgiveness, we're not here to invade you, we're here to take you over" said Steph
"What?" yelled J.R "That's not possible!"
"You're telling me" responded the King "The amount of red tape on those WWE documents could be used to start a shop"
"That's right Dad, we have here several legally binding documents that class us as the owners of the WWE, the co-owners, you're looking at your new bosses and we didn't do it alone, soon you'll find out who our allies are and how this invasion has just been completed because this can't be solved at a PPV or the boardroom, this has been sewn up completely tonight" said Shane triumphantly
"The Co-owners? Those two can't even get along as brother and sister, how are they going to cope as business partners?" exclaimed J.R
"They'll do just fine J.R because you know that the Mcmahon way is the only way" answered the King
In the ring, Shane, Steph, Undertaker and Rob stood in a circle around Vince's body. One by one they thrust a hand into the centre so that they were joined over Vince then pulled them down, up and out. The music blared into the arena and Steph watched in pleasure as the crowd cheered, she lifted her head and breathed out smiling. Shane moved out of the ring and held the ropes open for his sister and then helped her down from the apron. They were followed swiftly at Rob and Undertaker, silent and glowering. As soon as they reached the other side of the curtain, Steph let out a triumphant whoop, she'd learnt that her ear piercing screeches didn't always endear her to people. She pumped the air and grabbed her amused brother into a jubilant hug.
"We did it! We did it!" she said in a sing-song voice
"Steph get off me, I have a rep to protect" said Shane but he hugged her tightly before letting her go, his relief that everything had gone according to plan evident.
Steph turned back to where Undertaker stood leaning against the wall, his face as usual serious, almost scowling. Couldn't he just lighten up? She knew better than to even question him about it, he'd give some macho answer anyway.
"Thank you guys, you were amazing" she chattered "and Taker, I know that you are going to win that title easily tonight when you face Hollywood Hogan"
Disgust dripped off her last two words. Shane couldn't help smiling; he remembered a time when Steph loved Hogan and cheered for him backstage but that was a long time ago, before Hunter had opened her eyes to the cold harsh world of business and changed her forever. If he reminded her of that time, she'd laugh and shake her head, it was nothing more than a distant memory to her. As it should be for him but he couldn't help remembering.
"She's right man, it's as good as yours" Shane added, his usual exuberance creeping into his words
Undertaker observed them from behind his shades silently, his hard frown unmoving before speaking.
"I don't need you two to tell me that I'm going to win" he said slowly and menacingly "and I am not one of your henchmen so this stops now, it stopped after the Corporate Ministry, understand"
"Perfectly" replied Shane quickly, seeing the eye narrowed look that Steph shot at him.
Undertaker nodded and without a word, walked away down the corridor.
"Well I've gotta go get ready, I have a match next for the Intercontinental title" Rob said breaking the stony silence
"You go for it Rob" said Steph, her happiness returning "you can beat that Latino Creep"
"And you know it" laughed Rob as he walked away
"Now Steph, don't start yelling about how Undertaker's gonna become another Austin" began Shane before his sister could speak "he is the most valuable worker we have right now, he's gonna win the Undisputed title tonight for one thing plus he's been here longer than anyone, he knows what works and what doesn't"
"Granted" said Steph shortly
The subject was closed, it was evident that she didn't completely trust Undertaker which Shane guessed was acceptable since Dad had tried to marry her off to him in a black wedding. She could never let bygones be bygones, accept that Taker had just been a pawn in one of Dad's games as they all had. He sighed and shook his head, the PPV had only just started and they had a lot things to do for the invasion to be fully completed before tomorrow's Raw.
"Steph, you in contact with the others?" he asked
"Sure, just as you are"
"Check they know what they're doing, we don't want to screw up now"
"Don't sweat it Shane, by the end of the night, we'll be standing tall in that ring, our pack and everyone will know that we are the owners, where we rightly belong" She didn't give him a chance to respond and spun on her heel before stalking away, most likely towards their office.
Shane watched as she walked away; hand on one hip, head slightly cocked to the side; a sure sign that she was in deep thought about something. He sighed and shook his head and hoped to all things holy that everything would turn out okay.
*~*~*~*
Stephanie looked up warily as the door was slowly pushed open and her hired security stepped into the room. "What do you want?"
"Miss McMahon, Chris Jericho and Kurt Angle would like to speak to you." Jeremy said, dropping his voice to prevent it from being heard.
Her eyes widened and she set her mouth in a hard line. "You can let them in, but can you do me a favour and just stay in the room?" The guard nodded. "Thanks, it's just that I don't feel completely comfortable with these two."
The door shut and opened a couple of seconds later. Kurt strolled in happily, glad to see Stephanie back. Chris, on the other hand, walked in a little after him, looking cautiously at the female behind the desk. They both took a seat and Stephanie looked at them expectantly.
"So how can I help you two?" She asked pleasantly. "Especially you Chris, after that wonderful match that screwed me over." Her voice dropped with sarcasm and he winced.
"How come you never told me about this?" Kurt demanded, putting both of his elbows on the desk in front of him. "I mean, I was insulted. I thought we were friends Steph."
She grinned so insincerely that only Jericho saw it. "Kurt we are friends. But point blank, I wouldn't trust you to take out my trash. Why would I trust you with something as big as this?"
Kurt pushed back from the desk and glowered over her before being grabbed roughly by the security.
"Is there a problem Sir?" Jeremy demanded as he held Kurt tightly by his shoulder.
"Get the hell away from me." Kurt said angrily. He stared at Steph for a second, not blinking, not taking his eyes off of her. She knew he was trying to intimidate her, and simply stared right back.
"I think you were leaving." She said evenly, pointing to the door with her index finger. She watched as he was completely thrown out of the room and then turned to Jericho, who was playing with the ceramic figure on her desk. "So what did you want?" She asked and he jumped before setting it back down.
"I wanted to know if I could be a part of-"
"No."
His eyes widened and he sat back in his seat. "What do you mean no? You have no idea what I was even going to ask you!"
Stephanie nodded. "Yeah I do. Instead of going to my father, who is incapacitated at the moment, to ask for airtime, you're coming to ask me to join mine and Shane's new alliance. And the answer is no. Was there something else you wanted?"
"You're still such a bitch." Jericho muttered, getting up from the chair.
She smirked before waving at him with her fingers. "I'd watch what you said from now on Chris. You don't know about half of the people I control."