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"Come in Shane, it's open" Steph called from the en-suite bathroom.
Cautiously Shane stuck his head around the door before the rest of his body followed and he inched into the room tentatively. He hoped Steph was in a better mood, you'd have thought after all these years he would have learned how to recognize and handle his sister's mood swings, heck even Test who'd been engaged to her had learnt that but for some reason Shane hadn't. He shook his head ruefully; it was probably because Steph was always surprising him with her moods, he was just never prepared for the sudden swings. He sat down on a chair and flipped open his organizer. Tonight was their first Raw, as co-owners and he wanted everything to be smooth and oiled. He didn't know what Steph had planned but he'd made a few plans himself just in case but if he knew Steph, which he did (an unfortunate thing he often thought) all his carefully laid plans would go out the window. She always had a knack for changing things without noticing she'd done anything. She was a ball of frantic energy, always looking for the next task to move onto or the next person to destroy. That was his sister.
As if she'd heard his thoughts, the door to the en-suite opened and Steph swept out, looking immaculate in a sharp black pants suit and black shirt. She nodded briskly at Shane and walked over to the table where her bag and a file of papers were stacked.
"Are the others ready for tonight?" she asked, pulling on her shoes
"As far as I know" replied Shane, tapping a couple of buttons on his organizer
"Meeting before?"
"Yep, in our office"
"If Daddy lets us have one"
"Our show Steph, our rules"
"True"
There was a pause and Shane realized that Steph was looking at him expectantly, all her things gathered up into her arms and a long black coat around her shoulders. She was ready to leave and was waiting for him. Shane got to his feet, snapping his organizer shut and walked to the door, opening it for Steph to exit first. She absently handed him the room key so that he could lock up after her. He rolled his eyes, she really had got into her role as co-owner, and only she seemed to have forgotten that he was the other co-owner. He'd have to remind her once they got to the car.
*
Steph was in the driver's seat of their rental when he got there, carefully checking her reflection in the rearview mirror. He shook his head in amusement at the sight of his sister scrutinizing what she saw. Loudly he opened his door to signal his arrival, it didn't stop her.
"Do I look ok Shane?" she asked finally
Shane shifted in his seat so that he was facing her and took a long look. As far as he could tell, she looked fine, but was that the answer she wanted? He could never tell with Stephanie. He gave her an approving smile
"You look great Steph, a real business woman" he assured her
"Not too much like a McMahon?"
"Steph you are a McMahon"
"I know that Shane-O and damn proud of it but sometimes there's connotations with the name"
"When you start thinking that, you start forgetting the McMahon way" Shane imitated his father's voice perfectly
Steph laughed ruefully and nodded.
"In the end, all we have is each other" she added softly "that's what Daddy says as well"
"That time, he'd be right" said Shane "coz no matter how much we piss each other off."
"We're the only ones left in the end" finished Steph "I know, what a family"
"Not our choice" Shane reminded her "c'mon lets get to the arena so we can set everything up"
"OK Shane-O and I can let you in on my brilliant plans for Raw" said Steph cheerfully as she reversed the car
"I shake in anticipation," replied Shane dryly
She glared at him narrow-eyed as they slid out into a lane. He shrugged at her, smiling. In truth, he wanted to hear her plans, as long as she heard his as well. There was a first time for everything.
*
"Hey guys, Steph! They found you huh? Feeling good?" asked Christian as the Un-Americans approached the McMahon duo backstage
"Feeling good" confirmed Steph "Daddy can try taking me but we're still the owners, no amount of sulking can change that"
"Glad to hear it" spoke up Lance "is there a meeting before Raw?"
"There will be say an hour beforehand" replied Shane "In fact, what are you guys doing here this early?"
"Came to scope out the territory" put in Test "we haven't wrestled here in a long time so thought we'd check where everything is before we go enjoy the city, if it's possible to enjoy an American city"
Shane tried not to laugh at the look of disgust on all three Un-American's faces. Steph nodded seriously.
"See you guys later" she replied, dismissing them with a brief hand gesture as she walked past them
"Later guys" added Shane as he hurried after his sister
*
"Where the hell is our office?" demanded Steph, her voice getting dangerously loud as she stormed through the corridors, a look of thunder and impatience on her face
"Just here" motioned Shane around a corner, which he'd looked behind
Steph swept past him, not even thanking him causing him to roll his eyes again. Sure enough one of the doors was tacked with a sign that said THE MCMAHONS CO-OWNERS in thick black lettering. She turned to Shane with a sudden dazzling smile
"Here we are big brother" she said happily "it's all ours for the taking"
"Not if we don't start planning Raw it won't be, it being our flagship show and all," said Shane mockingly with a smile
"Alright, point taken, lets go" Steph said briskly opening the door and walking in, Shane close behind.
He shut the door behind him and nearly bumped into Stephanie as she stopped abruptly. "What's wrong?" He whispered.
She didn't say anything and instead pointed to the person who was unsuccessfully trying to hide behind the opened closet door. Shane furrowed his brows and she nudged him in the direction of the intruder.
"I wonder who the hell this could be." He asked aloud, a mocking tone to his voice. He pushed the door closed to reveal a startled looking Kurt Angle.
"Hey guys." He said weakly before Shane grasped him by the shoulders and pushed him down into the chair. He looked over to the door but found that was being blocked, Stephanie leaning against it casually with her arms folded across her chest.
"What can we do for you Kurt?" She asked calmly, leaving her post.
Shane pulled back and sat down behind the desk, propping his feet on the table. Steph was good at the intimidation thing; she could handle this.
"Just wanted to see how you two were doing." He attempted, stealing glances between the two McMahons.
Stephanie smirked and walked behind Kurt, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Now we all know that's a bunch of bullshit Kurt."
He swallowed nervously-was he that transparent? "No Steph." He said, clearing his throat. "That's the complete truth."
"Is it now?" She asked, her voice dropping. "So then I guess you wouldn't mind if I took a look at this." She added pulling a folded up piece of paper form his coat pocket.
"I was just doing a food run."
"Yeah right." Shane scoffed and Stephanie glared at him with a look that clearly read: 'shut up now'.
Stephanie didn't say anything and instead slowly unfolded the lined notebook paper. "Office number B-23." She read aloud. "Computer number 15F6. Password." She trailed off and glared at the gold medallist. "How the hell did you get our password and who is it for?"
Kurt didn't respond and he looked up uneasily at her darkened expression.
"Kurt." Stephanie started, her patience starting to wear thin. "It is registering that we have complete control, right?"
"Hunter."
"Excuse me?"
"He was the one I got the password for." Kurt clarified.
Stephanie turned to Shane, who shrugged, and then back to Kurt. "Does he have anything planned with my dad?"
Kurt scoffed. "Yeah right. Your dad has nothing to do with what Hunter has planned. Can I leave now?"
"You think we're that stupid?" Stephanie asked at the same time Shane replied with a "Sure." She punched in some numbers on her cell phone while shaking her head. "Hey guys." She started. "You can come in now, we're ready for you."
About five minutes of complete silence later, there was a sharp knock on the door.
"Go get it." She said dismissively to Shane. She was oblivious to the look he was giving her and sat back while filing her nails. He opened the door and pretty soon their whole team, minus the Undertaker, were packed into the room.
Christian stood up once they were all quiet and grinned. "Guys, we have our dear Stephanie back." He said with a flourish and she rolled her eyes as everyone expressed their gratitude that she was back.
Kurt sat silently between Batista and RVD, casting nervous glances in their direction.
Shane quickly went over their plans for that evening and dismissed their team as quickly as they came in, making sure that Kurt stayed seated where he was.
"I think you need to stay here for a while." Stephanie said, a threatening tone to her voice and Kurt was quick to oblige, sinking down lower into the chair.
At precisely nine o' clock Stephanie reached over and flipped on the TV as RAW's entrance began to play. Things were going to plan when all of a sudden, about two matches in, Hunter showed up at the top of the ramp and stalked down to the ring.
"This should be good." Stephanie said with a smirk.
"Where the hell is he Steph?" Hunter demanded, his face a mask of fury. Of course there was no reply so he kept on. "We know you captured him or something so just give him back and things will be fine."
"Too good of an opportunity to pass up." She muttered, grabbing a microphone. She ignored Shane's protests and walked briskly to the backstage entrance. She didn't bother with her music and strode out leisurely, an innocent smile on her face. "What are you talking about Hunter?" She asked sweetly.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He snapped, leaning on the ropes.
She tapped her chin until it dawned upon her. "Oh, do you mean Kurt Angle, the Olympic gold medallist?"
Hunter nodded and rolled his eyes at the fans reaction.
"Yeah, we don't have him anymore."
"What are you talking about, anymore?"
Stephanie put one hand on her hip. "Well you see Hunter, Shane and I caught him snooping in our office, trying to get passwords and papers and stuff. He also happened to say that you were the one he was getting them for so that got me a little pissed off. I mean, here I was, just trying to take over the company, and you're sending out spies to keep track of me, us." She corrected herself quickly. "So I couldn't have very well let him go now that he knows all of this stuff. But don't worry, he's in good hands." She signaled to one of the video technicians and some video footage came up.
It was of Kurt. Well actually, Kurt was being tied to the back of Austin's truck with a gag over his mouth.
Hunter dropped the microphone and sped down the ramp, brushing straight by Stephanie as she laughed, brushing her hands together in victory
"Come in Shane, it's open" Steph called from the en-suite bathroom.
Cautiously Shane stuck his head around the door before the rest of his body followed and he inched into the room tentatively. He hoped Steph was in a better mood, you'd have thought after all these years he would have learned how to recognize and handle his sister's mood swings, heck even Test who'd been engaged to her had learnt that but for some reason Shane hadn't. He shook his head ruefully; it was probably because Steph was always surprising him with her moods, he was just never prepared for the sudden swings. He sat down on a chair and flipped open his organizer. Tonight was their first Raw, as co-owners and he wanted everything to be smooth and oiled. He didn't know what Steph had planned but he'd made a few plans himself just in case but if he knew Steph, which he did (an unfortunate thing he often thought) all his carefully laid plans would go out the window. She always had a knack for changing things without noticing she'd done anything. She was a ball of frantic energy, always looking for the next task to move onto or the next person to destroy. That was his sister.
As if she'd heard his thoughts, the door to the en-suite opened and Steph swept out, looking immaculate in a sharp black pants suit and black shirt. She nodded briskly at Shane and walked over to the table where her bag and a file of papers were stacked.
"Are the others ready for tonight?" she asked, pulling on her shoes
"As far as I know" replied Shane, tapping a couple of buttons on his organizer
"Meeting before?"
"Yep, in our office"
"If Daddy lets us have one"
"Our show Steph, our rules"
"True"
There was a pause and Shane realized that Steph was looking at him expectantly, all her things gathered up into her arms and a long black coat around her shoulders. She was ready to leave and was waiting for him. Shane got to his feet, snapping his organizer shut and walked to the door, opening it for Steph to exit first. She absently handed him the room key so that he could lock up after her. He rolled his eyes, she really had got into her role as co-owner, and only she seemed to have forgotten that he was the other co-owner. He'd have to remind her once they got to the car.
*
Steph was in the driver's seat of their rental when he got there, carefully checking her reflection in the rearview mirror. He shook his head in amusement at the sight of his sister scrutinizing what she saw. Loudly he opened his door to signal his arrival, it didn't stop her.
"Do I look ok Shane?" she asked finally
Shane shifted in his seat so that he was facing her and took a long look. As far as he could tell, she looked fine, but was that the answer she wanted? He could never tell with Stephanie. He gave her an approving smile
"You look great Steph, a real business woman" he assured her
"Not too much like a McMahon?"
"Steph you are a McMahon"
"I know that Shane-O and damn proud of it but sometimes there's connotations with the name"
"When you start thinking that, you start forgetting the McMahon way" Shane imitated his father's voice perfectly
Steph laughed ruefully and nodded.
"In the end, all we have is each other" she added softly "that's what Daddy says as well"
"That time, he'd be right" said Shane "coz no matter how much we piss each other off."
"We're the only ones left in the end" finished Steph "I know, what a family"
"Not our choice" Shane reminded her "c'mon lets get to the arena so we can set everything up"
"OK Shane-O and I can let you in on my brilliant plans for Raw" said Steph cheerfully as she reversed the car
"I shake in anticipation," replied Shane dryly
She glared at him narrow-eyed as they slid out into a lane. He shrugged at her, smiling. In truth, he wanted to hear her plans, as long as she heard his as well. There was a first time for everything.
*
"Hey guys, Steph! They found you huh? Feeling good?" asked Christian as the Un-Americans approached the McMahon duo backstage
"Feeling good" confirmed Steph "Daddy can try taking me but we're still the owners, no amount of sulking can change that"
"Glad to hear it" spoke up Lance "is there a meeting before Raw?"
"There will be say an hour beforehand" replied Shane "In fact, what are you guys doing here this early?"
"Came to scope out the territory" put in Test "we haven't wrestled here in a long time so thought we'd check where everything is before we go enjoy the city, if it's possible to enjoy an American city"
Shane tried not to laugh at the look of disgust on all three Un-American's faces. Steph nodded seriously.
"See you guys later" she replied, dismissing them with a brief hand gesture as she walked past them
"Later guys" added Shane as he hurried after his sister
*
"Where the hell is our office?" demanded Steph, her voice getting dangerously loud as she stormed through the corridors, a look of thunder and impatience on her face
"Just here" motioned Shane around a corner, which he'd looked behind
Steph swept past him, not even thanking him causing him to roll his eyes again. Sure enough one of the doors was tacked with a sign that said THE MCMAHONS CO-OWNERS in thick black lettering. She turned to Shane with a sudden dazzling smile
"Here we are big brother" she said happily "it's all ours for the taking"
"Not if we don't start planning Raw it won't be, it being our flagship show and all," said Shane mockingly with a smile
"Alright, point taken, lets go" Steph said briskly opening the door and walking in, Shane close behind.
He shut the door behind him and nearly bumped into Stephanie as she stopped abruptly. "What's wrong?" He whispered.
She didn't say anything and instead pointed to the person who was unsuccessfully trying to hide behind the opened closet door. Shane furrowed his brows and she nudged him in the direction of the intruder.
"I wonder who the hell this could be." He asked aloud, a mocking tone to his voice. He pushed the door closed to reveal a startled looking Kurt Angle.
"Hey guys." He said weakly before Shane grasped him by the shoulders and pushed him down into the chair. He looked over to the door but found that was being blocked, Stephanie leaning against it casually with her arms folded across her chest.
"What can we do for you Kurt?" She asked calmly, leaving her post.
Shane pulled back and sat down behind the desk, propping his feet on the table. Steph was good at the intimidation thing; she could handle this.
"Just wanted to see how you two were doing." He attempted, stealing glances between the two McMahons.
Stephanie smirked and walked behind Kurt, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Now we all know that's a bunch of bullshit Kurt."
He swallowed nervously-was he that transparent? "No Steph." He said, clearing his throat. "That's the complete truth."
"Is it now?" She asked, her voice dropping. "So then I guess you wouldn't mind if I took a look at this." She added pulling a folded up piece of paper form his coat pocket.
"I was just doing a food run."
"Yeah right." Shane scoffed and Stephanie glared at him with a look that clearly read: 'shut up now'.
Stephanie didn't say anything and instead slowly unfolded the lined notebook paper. "Office number B-23." She read aloud. "Computer number 15F6. Password." She trailed off and glared at the gold medallist. "How the hell did you get our password and who is it for?"
Kurt didn't respond and he looked up uneasily at her darkened expression.
"Kurt." Stephanie started, her patience starting to wear thin. "It is registering that we have complete control, right?"
"Hunter."
"Excuse me?"
"He was the one I got the password for." Kurt clarified.
Stephanie turned to Shane, who shrugged, and then back to Kurt. "Does he have anything planned with my dad?"
Kurt scoffed. "Yeah right. Your dad has nothing to do with what Hunter has planned. Can I leave now?"
"You think we're that stupid?" Stephanie asked at the same time Shane replied with a "Sure." She punched in some numbers on her cell phone while shaking her head. "Hey guys." She started. "You can come in now, we're ready for you."
About five minutes of complete silence later, there was a sharp knock on the door.
"Go get it." She said dismissively to Shane. She was oblivious to the look he was giving her and sat back while filing her nails. He opened the door and pretty soon their whole team, minus the Undertaker, were packed into the room.
Christian stood up once they were all quiet and grinned. "Guys, we have our dear Stephanie back." He said with a flourish and she rolled her eyes as everyone expressed their gratitude that she was back.
Kurt sat silently between Batista and RVD, casting nervous glances in their direction.
Shane quickly went over their plans for that evening and dismissed their team as quickly as they came in, making sure that Kurt stayed seated where he was.
"I think you need to stay here for a while." Stephanie said, a threatening tone to her voice and Kurt was quick to oblige, sinking down lower into the chair.
At precisely nine o' clock Stephanie reached over and flipped on the TV as RAW's entrance began to play. Things were going to plan when all of a sudden, about two matches in, Hunter showed up at the top of the ramp and stalked down to the ring.
"This should be good." Stephanie said with a smirk.
"Where the hell is he Steph?" Hunter demanded, his face a mask of fury. Of course there was no reply so he kept on. "We know you captured him or something so just give him back and things will be fine."
"Too good of an opportunity to pass up." She muttered, grabbing a microphone. She ignored Shane's protests and walked briskly to the backstage entrance. She didn't bother with her music and strode out leisurely, an innocent smile on her face. "What are you talking about Hunter?" She asked sweetly.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He snapped, leaning on the ropes.
She tapped her chin until it dawned upon her. "Oh, do you mean Kurt Angle, the Olympic gold medallist?"
Hunter nodded and rolled his eyes at the fans reaction.
"Yeah, we don't have him anymore."
"What are you talking about, anymore?"
Stephanie put one hand on her hip. "Well you see Hunter, Shane and I caught him snooping in our office, trying to get passwords and papers and stuff. He also happened to say that you were the one he was getting them for so that got me a little pissed off. I mean, here I was, just trying to take over the company, and you're sending out spies to keep track of me, us." She corrected herself quickly. "So I couldn't have very well let him go now that he knows all of this stuff. But don't worry, he's in good hands." She signaled to one of the video technicians and some video footage came up.
It was of Kurt. Well actually, Kurt was being tied to the back of Austin's truck with a gag over his mouth.
Hunter dropped the microphone and sped down the ramp, brushing straight by Stephanie as she laughed, brushing her hands together in victory