Stephanie paced back and forth, back and forth. She didn't notice Chris
sitting on his couch watching her the entire time. She was too busy
thinking of ways to get her husband back. Chris just looked at her,
wondering what was going through her mind. He knew that whatever it was,
it was sneaky.
After the whole hospital fiasco, he and Stephanie had been too stunned to go after Hunter. They couldn't believe that he would think that they were having an affair. Him and Stephanie? The idea was just so out there it wasn't worth thinking about. But once they realized what had happened, they knew that they were screwed.
So they had done the only thing that they could do, Stephanie had come home with him. And here they were, in his living room, contemplating how to get him back. Stephanie stopped a moment as if having an idea, but quickly went back to pacing. Chris was getting dizzy just looking at her.
"Stephanie, you're going to wear a hole in my carpet."
"I'm sorry," she said testily, "But I'm trying to figure out how to get my husband back."
"Yeah, I got that, but do you have to pace back and forth, you're making me queasy."
"Well, excuse me," she said sarcastically, "What do you want me to do?"
"Sit down and be rational about this."
"Chris!" she yelled, "You don't get it! Hunter hates me, he thinks I'm fucking you! Do you get how big this is?!?"
"Stephanie, I know!" he said, getting up and stopping her pacing, "But you are going to worry yourself sick."
"But I want Hunter back," she cried.
"I know you do," he said, pulling her into a hug.
She cried into his chest. If she had just managed to stay awake, all of this could've been avoided, but damn it, she had to be tired. She kept crying as Chris led her over to the couch. He sat her down and held her while she cried. She just kept sobbing. This was so much like last time.
"Maybe I can just try to explain to him," Chris said.
"But he won't listen to you," she sobbed.
"How do you know?"
"He'll probably kill you before you can get a word in."
"So, maybe it's a chance I'll have to take, I hate seeing you like this."
"Don't worry about me," she said.
"Puh-lease Stephanie, I've seen you at your lowest, and it was scary, I will worry about you as much as I want."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to see what frame of mind he's in when we go to Raw, right?" she asked, looking up at him.
"You're coming to Raw?" he asked apprehensively.
"Yeah, I need to talk to him."
"Steph, maybe I should be the one who goes to talk to him," Chris told her, "I mean, he might blow up at you again or something."
"I'm going," she said, "And that is final."
The next Monday rolled around and Chris and Stephanie found themselves driving to the next arena straight from the airport. Stephanie was nervous about seeing Hunter. She didn't know why though, she wasn't at fault in this, she had simply been misunderstood. Now, if only she could rectify the situation then everything would turn out ok. She just had to get Hunter to listen to her.
"Are you sure you want to confront him?" Chris asked.
"I think I have to, he is my husband after all."
"Yeah, but well, he's probably pissed."
"I know, but if anyone knows how to deal with him, it's me."
He laughed, "You're probably right."
The arrived at the arena and Chris led Stephanie to his dressing room, where she was going to camp out before going over to talk to her husband. She mentally prepared what she was going to say, hoping that he would at least listen to her.
"Hey Steph, I'm going to go talk to RVD before my match, are you going to be ok here by yourself?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," she smiled softly.
"Ok, bye."
Chris walked down the hallways, looking at the doors, seeing if he could spot RVD's. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and ran into Hunter. Chris looked up and saw that Hunter's eyes were filled with rage. This wasn't a good situation at all. Chris dusted himself off and opened his mouth to speak.
"Hey--"
"Shut up," Hunter growled, "So you spent the entire weekend with my wife?"
"Well--"
"Yeah, and I bet she spread her slutty legs for you too, didn't she, the little whore," he said lowly and dangerously.
Chris could feel himself get angry, he didn't have to insult Stephanie to get his point across, "Don't talk about her like that!"
"I'll talk any way I want to, she's my whore of a wife."
"Can't you get it through your head, Stephanie and I are just friends!"
"Yeah right," Hunter said, "You fucking wife-stealer!"
Hunter reared his hand back and punched Chris in the mouth. Chris staggered back from the blow, his hand going instinctively to his jaw, feeling the pain shooting through it. He got his bearings back and shoved Hunter, causing his to take a few steps backwards.
Hunter, enraged, tackled Chris to the ground, laying hard punches in the man. Chris tried to fight back and flipped over so that Hunter was underneath him. This was not how he pictured his day would go. Finally, someone came and pulled him off, and he took a deep breath.
"Chris, your lip is bleeding," someone called out.
He touched his mouth and found that it was. Hunter was getting up and saw the damage he had done to Chris, he looked awful. But it served him right for taking Stephanie away from him. How could he have been so stupid as to love her, this was probably all a game to them, they had probably set him up from the beginning and he had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. He shook his head in disappointment and walked down the hallway, away from the congregation of wrestlers that had formed to break up the fight.
"Hunter, what happened to you?" he heard a voice say.
He looked up and saw Stephanie rushing towards him. She searched his face, looking at the various bruises that were forming on his face. He ignored her and walked right past her, not wanting her fake sympathy. He heard her run back towards him.
"Hunter!" she cried.
He stopped and turned to her snapping, "What the fuck do you want?"
"What happened to your face?" she asked, reaching out to touch his cheek.
He almost got lost in her soft touch, but he slapped her hand away angrily, "Go ask your boyfriend."
She took a step back, "Did you get in a fight with Chris?"
"Yeah, but go ahead, I'm sure that you want to check on your precious boy- toy."
"Hunter, why did you fight him?"
"Oh, I don't know, because he stole my wife, I think that's a pretty good excuse to start a fight with the guy."
"Hunter, would you please just talk to me?" she asked.
"I don't think so. Just go back to Chris ok? You two have probably been planning this since we broke up right? You've just been plotting your revenge on me for dumping you on national television, and I fell for it. I was a fucking sucker, admit it, I was a damn fool. So you got your revenge Stephanie, just leave me alone," he muttered.
He started to walk away again, and Stephanie once again caught up to him. How could he think she would do that to him? She loved him and only him. How could he even for one second think this was all a trick? She wasn't that cruel.
"Hunter, baby, it's not like that!" she exclaimed.
"Go away Stephanie," he said, pushing her away with one arm.
She watched him go and fell tears sting her eyes. God, what was it going to take to get him to believe her? He seemed like all he wanted to see was the worst in her, and that hurt. She heard footsteps behind her and looked back to see Kurt.
"What's going on around here Steph?" he asked, coming to stand beside her.
"Hunter thinks Chris and I are having an affair," she told him, wiping her eyes in a valiant attempt to appear calm.
"What? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard!"
"Tell that to him."
"You know, he's probably just paranoid."
"About what?"
"Well, he did lose you. I mean, he's probably scared that he could lose you again. So at the first sign of trouble he's pushing you away instead, just so he isn't the one hurt this time."
"When did you become a psychiatrist?"
"It's pretty simple thinking, you just have to look at it rationally...So what are you going to do?"
"I wish I knew Kurt, I really wish I knew."
"Just be persistent. I think you should go talk to him right now. If you don't let up, he's bound to listen to you at some point or another."
"I guess," she said, "I'll go now."
"Good girl," Kurt said, patting her arm, "Good luck."
"Thanks," she said, walking off.
She walked in the direction that Hunter had gone in and went down the long corridor. She was thinking of ways she could get him to listen to her, just once, to let her explain. She turned the corner to his locker room and saw him talking with Trish. Normally, she wouldn't be concerned, but he was leaning in really close to her and she was giggling. She stood motionless.
Hunter saw the opportunity to talk to Trish and took it. Everyone knew what a slut she was. If Stephanie wanted to go off and fuck Chris, well, he had a sure thing in Trish. She would be his in no time. It served Stephanie right if he went off and slept with another woman. If she wanted to fuck with him, then he'd fuck with her.
Revenge was going to be sweet.
After the whole hospital fiasco, he and Stephanie had been too stunned to go after Hunter. They couldn't believe that he would think that they were having an affair. Him and Stephanie? The idea was just so out there it wasn't worth thinking about. But once they realized what had happened, they knew that they were screwed.
So they had done the only thing that they could do, Stephanie had come home with him. And here they were, in his living room, contemplating how to get him back. Stephanie stopped a moment as if having an idea, but quickly went back to pacing. Chris was getting dizzy just looking at her.
"Stephanie, you're going to wear a hole in my carpet."
"I'm sorry," she said testily, "But I'm trying to figure out how to get my husband back."
"Yeah, I got that, but do you have to pace back and forth, you're making me queasy."
"Well, excuse me," she said sarcastically, "What do you want me to do?"
"Sit down and be rational about this."
"Chris!" she yelled, "You don't get it! Hunter hates me, he thinks I'm fucking you! Do you get how big this is?!?"
"Stephanie, I know!" he said, getting up and stopping her pacing, "But you are going to worry yourself sick."
"But I want Hunter back," she cried.
"I know you do," he said, pulling her into a hug.
She cried into his chest. If she had just managed to stay awake, all of this could've been avoided, but damn it, she had to be tired. She kept crying as Chris led her over to the couch. He sat her down and held her while she cried. She just kept sobbing. This was so much like last time.
"Maybe I can just try to explain to him," Chris said.
"But he won't listen to you," she sobbed.
"How do you know?"
"He'll probably kill you before you can get a word in."
"So, maybe it's a chance I'll have to take, I hate seeing you like this."
"Don't worry about me," she said.
"Puh-lease Stephanie, I've seen you at your lowest, and it was scary, I will worry about you as much as I want."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to see what frame of mind he's in when we go to Raw, right?" she asked, looking up at him.
"You're coming to Raw?" he asked apprehensively.
"Yeah, I need to talk to him."
"Steph, maybe I should be the one who goes to talk to him," Chris told her, "I mean, he might blow up at you again or something."
"I'm going," she said, "And that is final."
The next Monday rolled around and Chris and Stephanie found themselves driving to the next arena straight from the airport. Stephanie was nervous about seeing Hunter. She didn't know why though, she wasn't at fault in this, she had simply been misunderstood. Now, if only she could rectify the situation then everything would turn out ok. She just had to get Hunter to listen to her.
"Are you sure you want to confront him?" Chris asked.
"I think I have to, he is my husband after all."
"Yeah, but well, he's probably pissed."
"I know, but if anyone knows how to deal with him, it's me."
He laughed, "You're probably right."
The arrived at the arena and Chris led Stephanie to his dressing room, where she was going to camp out before going over to talk to her husband. She mentally prepared what she was going to say, hoping that he would at least listen to her.
"Hey Steph, I'm going to go talk to RVD before my match, are you going to be ok here by yourself?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," she smiled softly.
"Ok, bye."
Chris walked down the hallways, looking at the doors, seeing if he could spot RVD's. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and ran into Hunter. Chris looked up and saw that Hunter's eyes were filled with rage. This wasn't a good situation at all. Chris dusted himself off and opened his mouth to speak.
"Hey--"
"Shut up," Hunter growled, "So you spent the entire weekend with my wife?"
"Well--"
"Yeah, and I bet she spread her slutty legs for you too, didn't she, the little whore," he said lowly and dangerously.
Chris could feel himself get angry, he didn't have to insult Stephanie to get his point across, "Don't talk about her like that!"
"I'll talk any way I want to, she's my whore of a wife."
"Can't you get it through your head, Stephanie and I are just friends!"
"Yeah right," Hunter said, "You fucking wife-stealer!"
Hunter reared his hand back and punched Chris in the mouth. Chris staggered back from the blow, his hand going instinctively to his jaw, feeling the pain shooting through it. He got his bearings back and shoved Hunter, causing his to take a few steps backwards.
Hunter, enraged, tackled Chris to the ground, laying hard punches in the man. Chris tried to fight back and flipped over so that Hunter was underneath him. This was not how he pictured his day would go. Finally, someone came and pulled him off, and he took a deep breath.
"Chris, your lip is bleeding," someone called out.
He touched his mouth and found that it was. Hunter was getting up and saw the damage he had done to Chris, he looked awful. But it served him right for taking Stephanie away from him. How could he have been so stupid as to love her, this was probably all a game to them, they had probably set him up from the beginning and he had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. He shook his head in disappointment and walked down the hallway, away from the congregation of wrestlers that had formed to break up the fight.
"Hunter, what happened to you?" he heard a voice say.
He looked up and saw Stephanie rushing towards him. She searched his face, looking at the various bruises that were forming on his face. He ignored her and walked right past her, not wanting her fake sympathy. He heard her run back towards him.
"Hunter!" she cried.
He stopped and turned to her snapping, "What the fuck do you want?"
"What happened to your face?" she asked, reaching out to touch his cheek.
He almost got lost in her soft touch, but he slapped her hand away angrily, "Go ask your boyfriend."
She took a step back, "Did you get in a fight with Chris?"
"Yeah, but go ahead, I'm sure that you want to check on your precious boy- toy."
"Hunter, why did you fight him?"
"Oh, I don't know, because he stole my wife, I think that's a pretty good excuse to start a fight with the guy."
"Hunter, would you please just talk to me?" she asked.
"I don't think so. Just go back to Chris ok? You two have probably been planning this since we broke up right? You've just been plotting your revenge on me for dumping you on national television, and I fell for it. I was a fucking sucker, admit it, I was a damn fool. So you got your revenge Stephanie, just leave me alone," he muttered.
He started to walk away again, and Stephanie once again caught up to him. How could he think she would do that to him? She loved him and only him. How could he even for one second think this was all a trick? She wasn't that cruel.
"Hunter, baby, it's not like that!" she exclaimed.
"Go away Stephanie," he said, pushing her away with one arm.
She watched him go and fell tears sting her eyes. God, what was it going to take to get him to believe her? He seemed like all he wanted to see was the worst in her, and that hurt. She heard footsteps behind her and looked back to see Kurt.
"What's going on around here Steph?" he asked, coming to stand beside her.
"Hunter thinks Chris and I are having an affair," she told him, wiping her eyes in a valiant attempt to appear calm.
"What? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard!"
"Tell that to him."
"You know, he's probably just paranoid."
"About what?"
"Well, he did lose you. I mean, he's probably scared that he could lose you again. So at the first sign of trouble he's pushing you away instead, just so he isn't the one hurt this time."
"When did you become a psychiatrist?"
"It's pretty simple thinking, you just have to look at it rationally...So what are you going to do?"
"I wish I knew Kurt, I really wish I knew."
"Just be persistent. I think you should go talk to him right now. If you don't let up, he's bound to listen to you at some point or another."
"I guess," she said, "I'll go now."
"Good girl," Kurt said, patting her arm, "Good luck."
"Thanks," she said, walking off.
She walked in the direction that Hunter had gone in and went down the long corridor. She was thinking of ways she could get him to listen to her, just once, to let her explain. She turned the corner to his locker room and saw him talking with Trish. Normally, she wouldn't be concerned, but he was leaning in really close to her and she was giggling. She stood motionless.
Hunter saw the opportunity to talk to Trish and took it. Everyone knew what a slut she was. If Stephanie wanted to go off and fuck Chris, well, he had a sure thing in Trish. She would be his in no time. It served Stephanie right if he went off and slept with another woman. If she wanted to fuck with him, then he'd fuck with her.
Revenge was going to be sweet.