Title: What Women Want
Rating: PG-13; for language and sexual content.
Summary: Eric is an egotistical jerk who doesn't care about anyone but himself. But that isn't his only problem. The way he treats women is obsurd, so when one fateful night changes his life and he's able to read women's minds will that change how he views women or just make things even worse?
Disclaimer: I don't own the movie What Women Want, I'm basing this story on the movie, in case you were wondering. This was just a fun idea I played with, I just hope I get a few people to like it. Vince owns everything in the WWE.
Author Notes (Please Read): Here's a heads up! I will be putting all thoughts in italics. Which means it will look like this style of font for all thoughts by everyone. I hope that's not too confusing. In my story Stephanie is still the General Manager of Smackdown (cause she was the best in my opinion) and she's still competing with Eric for better ratings, etc.
Eric tapped his pen against the hard wooden desk as he pondered the matches tonight. But something was missing.. "Bra and panties match." He chuckled to himself. "Why didn't I think of that?" He quickly wrote down on the note book paper 'Stacy vs Trish Stratus bra and panties stipulation'.
It wasn't long before his cell phone rang in the pocket of his leather coat. He reached in and pulled it out, answering it quickly. "Hello?" He leaned back in his chair.
"Eric, you bastard! How dare you try and persuade my best superstars to join Raw!" A familiar voice said.
Eric laughed to himself. "Oh Stephanie, you really get me sometimes. How are you doing by the way? Did you like the roses I sent you?"
Stephanie was beyond angry. "I'm not making small talk with you Eric."
"Well, that's all we've seemed to be doing Steph. Making small talk. At least on your part." He laughed.
"You son of a-" She started.
Eric cut her off. "It's business princess, if you want to get ahead, you have to get the best superstars in the business!" He chuckled. "Just like what Raw has, the best superstars in the business."
"Smackdown will always be number one Eric, no matter what superstar you try and steal from my show." She shot back.
Eric smirked. "Princess, you'll never beat RAW's ratings. I make this show successful, and that's why your Father hired me." He let out a smug laugh.
"Some day Eric, you'll get what you deserve, and then you'll wish you never messed with me." She said in a cruel manner, suddenly hanging up before he could give a good comeback.
After their short conversation Eric put his cell phone back in his pocket and laughed to himself thinking about the young McMahon and how he loved making her angry. His attraction to her wouldn't stop him from stealing her superstars. It just made it more fun.
Eric relaxed in his seat and played with the idea of making another bet with Stephanie like they did at Unforgiven in 2002. He already had plenty ideas that would embarrass and disgust her. Before he could pick up the phone to dial her number a familiar bombshell walked into the room. Eric put his cell phone down and stood up smirking to himself as he looked her up an down.
"Sable, so nice to see you." He smirked.
Sable grinned and sauntered over to Eric's desk, leaning against it provocatively, exposing her cleavage in her low cut black leather suit to him. "I have some information on what superstars Stephanie is going to try and steal from you." She leaned in closer as she noticed he was very intrigued.
"Why are you in here telling me this Sable?" He wondered, obviously curious why a Smackdown superstar would be giving him information.
"Well, Stephanie was really jealous of my relationship with her Father, so she and I had some.. disagreements and a few fights in and out of the ring.. And to be quite honest I still don't like her." She scowled.
Eric smirked as he reminded himself in his mind to find footage of their match and watch it over, and over again. "Well, that's a good enough reason for me, so who is she planning on going after?"
Maybe I should ask what he would give me for this information. It's obvious he wants to know, I should name my price.. Sable smirked.
"If I tell you, what will I get in return?" She stood up and sauntered closer to him, putting her hands on his chest. If I play him just right, I can get whatever I want.
Eric tilted his head off to the side to look toward the entrance to his office, making sure no one was out there. "Well, I could give you anything you wanted." He raised an eyebrow up.
Great, he thinks I'll sleep with him. Not going to happen. He's not as important as a CEO of the company who has control over everything. I can play it off, he'll never know. "Well Eric, I'd like a match at the next pay per view for the women's title." She rested her hands on her hips. "How about it?"
Eric sighed then sat back down. "I'll see what I can do Sable, now .. tell me who Stephanie wants from the roster." He demanded.
Sable finally decided to spill the information. She wasn't even sure if it was 100 accurate, she just heard a few names mentioned from Stephanie's office. "Shawn Michaels, Stacy Keibler, and.." Sable bit her lip for a moment, trying to think of the other name. She noticed Eric was clinging on to every word she said. "I believe that's it." She smiled innocently.
Eric pondered for a moment. "If I get you your match against Trish at the next pay per view for the championship, will you get inside information from Stephanie from here on out?" He asked.
Sable thought about it for a moment. "I can do that." Even if that means getting false information for you to get what I want, I'll do it.
Eric rubbed his hands together. "Oh, this is great! Stephanie won't know what hit her!" He chuckled then stood up and shook Sable's hand. "Nice doing business with you Sable." He then sat back down and grinned as she left the room. "I never said what type of Womens Championship match I was going to put her in." He stood up and left his office for a moment, looking for Coach.
Coach was in the middle of interviewing Lita when Eric interrupted. "Coach, I need to have a word with you."
Lita glared. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of an interview?"
"I can see that, but I don't really care what you have to say." He smiled in a cocky manner and pulled Coach aside.
"I need you to get me the footage from the match between Sable and Stephanie, that is one match I have to see." He smirked.
Coach seemed a little bewildered. "That's what you wanted to talk to me about?"
Eric seemed unaffected by how Coach made that sound like a waste of time. "Don't you think it'd be worth watching?" He smirked.
"Well of coarse, but I was.." Coach began.
"You were, what? Interviewing Lita? Who cares! All she does is complain anyways. It seems that's all women do is complain. They're only good for a few things, and I think you know what I mean Coach." His eyebrow's went up.
"I have to go interview Gene now, I'll catch up with you later." He said before excusing himself from the conversation.
Eric couldn't figure out why everyone was being so rude to him lately, maybe they couldn't handle the truth, or his opinions. Eric looked at the time and decided to pack up his things and head back to his hotel. When he entered his office he started throwing all his work and anything else he needed in his black duffel bag. Stacy Keibler suddenly walked in before Eric could head out the door.
"What is it Stacy?" He asked in an annoyed tone.
"Mr. Bischoff, tonight's match was not fair at all. A few weeks ago when I faced Trish in a regular match, I almost won! But tonight all she had to do was just rip off my shirt and my shorts, and I just think that -"
All Eric heard was 'blah, blah, blah'. He rolled his eyes and moved passed Stacy who was still talking. "Look Stacy, I have to head out now. Talk to me about this next week." He quickly said before rushing off to his limo. "But Mr. Bischoff!" She pouted to herself.
Eric sighed as his limo driver opened the door for him. Eric threw his duffel bag in the back seat then got into the car and relaxed. "Women." He huffed. "They always need something."
It wasn't long before he reached his hotel, Eric grabbed his bag and headed up to his hotel room as soon as he could to get some sleep. Once he entered his hotel room he threw his duffel bag on the floor and walked over to the bathroom area of his room, turning on the water in the shower. He took off his jacket gently and threw it on the closest chair across from the bathroom. Half an hour later he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, walking over to the huge mirror above the counter.
He looked closely in the mirror and picked up his black comb, running it through his smooth, dark hair gently for a few minutes. When he was satisfied he put it down and smirked at the image in the mirror. "Still looking damn good." He said to himself before taking out his black silk pajama bottoms and putting them on.
Suddenly his cell phone began to ring. Eric sighed and walked over to his coat pocket and took his cell phone out quickly. "Hello?" He answered.
"Eric, I need to talk to you, it's.." Suddenly there was static. He cursed under his breath.
Eric went out onto the balcony and stood there for a moment, hoping to get a reception. "Hello, are you there? Hello?" He stood there and waited for a response. He began hearing a loud roaring sound outside. He quickly looked up and saw lightening all up in the sky. Eric hung up quickly and then looked down at the number of the person who was trying to call him. Before he could hit redial he felt a bolt of lightening hit his cell phone, rushing through from the phone to his body. Eric quickly collapsed onto the hard floor and after a few moments, he passed out.
When Eric awoke he began to stagger up onto his feet. He looked down at the fried cell phone on the balcony. His body was filled with pain and the last thing he remembered was the number popping up on his cell phone, then everything was pitch black. He walked over to his duffle bag and took out 2 advil, taking them quickly with his glass of water on the bathroom counter. Eric looked up at the time. "4: 30?" He said to himself, shaking his head as he walked over to his king size bed and slipping under the covers, a certain young brunette running through his mind before drifting off to sleep.
Author's Notes: I couldn't remember if Sable and Stephanie ever did have a match, but I could've sworn they did, if not then let's just say they did. On another note, I didn't want to steal the exact same way that Mel Gibson's character in the movie What Women Want received his um "gift" to read women's minds (even without wanting to) cause it was a little weird how he received it. I just couldn't see Eric putting on nail polish, mascara, n all that, plus getting electrocuted, cause that's what happened in the movie. I know the last part of this chapter may have been a little out there and not possible, but it's a fictional story. You just have to enjoy the ride and go with it. Hope everyone liked the first chapter.