Summary: Stephanie hates playing the role of an innocent woman... What happens when her other side takes over on Halloween, and what does Y2J think of this other side?
Chapter 3
"You really want to do that?" Jericho asked when she finished explaining. His eyes were wide as he looked at Stephy's face, wondering if she was really serious about going through with her plan for revenge on Eric Bischoff.
"Yeah, I really want to do it," Stephy said, glaring at Bischoff, who was still quite some distance away. "I'm gonna make that assclown pay for what he did to you!"
"Assclown is my word," he said. "And I don't recall giving you permission to use it."
"I don't ask for permission, Jericho. I take what I want, or have you forgotten already?" she asked. Before he could say anything, she reached down and squeezed a certain spot, eliciting a low moan from him. "I take what I want," she repeated.
"Point taken," he said with a low groan. He put his hand on hers and removed it from the place she had been softly caressing and squeezing. "Now we better get going if we're going to go through with this plan...before you get me excited."
"Horny honey?" she joked, looking down at the front of his pants.
"What can I say? Your hand works magic," he said seriously.
She grinned mischievously, then pressed her body against his. "If this plan goes the way I want it to...and if you're good..." She pressed her lips against his ear and traced the edge of it with her tongue. "If you're good," she breathed, "I'll reward you." She pulled away and smirked at him, then turned and headed for Bischoff.
She didn't get very far. Chris walked behind her swiftly and pushed her against the side of the closest building. The front of her body was pressed against the building, and he pressed against her from behind. "Don't tease me, Stephy," he warned her. "Or..." He paused to chuckle in her ear, a low rumble from deep inside. "Or else, I'll be forced to take you, baby, right here against this building."
"Take me then," she said in a throaty voice. She turned around to face him, then kissed him hungrily, tangling her fingers in his blonde hair. "You want me, Jericho?" she murmured against his lips, wrapping her leg around his waist.
"Of course I do... What man wouldn't?" he asked, his hands running wild over her body.
"I know you want me," she said, removing her leg from around his waist and standing up straight again. She pushed him away and smiled. "That's why I'm making you wait."
"Stephy," he whined. "Do I have to wait?"
"Yep," she told him, starting to walk away.
"Bitch," he muttered, starting to follow her.
"Your wife," she called smoothly over her shoulder.
"Let's not bring Jess into this," he said quickly.
"Oh, is someone a little sensitive about his wi-fey?" she teased, turning around to grin at him. When she saw the dark look on his face, her grin disappeared, and she stopped walking. "Ok, Jericho, what's wrong with you?"
"She's divorcing me," he said, looking at the ground. "So I don't really want to talk about her right now."
"Oh." She didn't know what to say to him, but she knew that she couldn't be nice about it. She was Stephy, after all, the evil side of Stephanie McMahon. "I'm sorry about that," she said in a low voice.
"Who's sorry about it? Not me. I'm with you right now," he said, perking up. "So...this plan for Bischoff... Are you ready?"
"Hell yeah, I'm ready. I was born ready," she said, excited.
"Born ready to be on your back?" he asked innocently.
"No, born ready to jump on your co...never mind." She smiled at the look on his face, then turned around again. "Ok, let's do this..."
"You're so bad," he said, coming up behind her again and wrapping his arms around her. He placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck. "But I like it, really."
"I'm sure you do," she said, pulling away from him. "But really, it's time for us to go get Bischoff and give him what he deserves."
He sighed. "Right. Let's do this."
Eric Bischoff leaned against the bar and listened to Torrie Wilson talk. He needed another drink, and he needed one fast. This girl just never stops! he thought. I mean, normally, I love it when the females don't stop, but this shit is ridiculous!
"Bischoff," Stephy said, walking over to him and pushing Torrie to the side. "I need a word with you. In private."
"A word with me?" Bischoff asked, glad for the interruption. "In private."
"Did I st-st-stutter?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Feisty. Eric likes it," he growled. He stood up straight and headed for the nearest building, which just happened to contain some bathrooms. He opened the door to the men's bathroom and held it for her. "Ladies first, although I would hardly consider you a lady," he joked.
"Cut the crap," she said, entering the bathroom. She'd been hoping that he'd go to this building. In fact, the whole plan had depended on it. She could feel him staring at her body, and it disgusted her. But she could and would endure five torturous minutes with him, because she wanted to get revenge for Jericho. That was all that really mattered at that point.
"So what did you want, Ste-pha-nie?" Bischoff asked curiously, watching her intently as she sat on the edge of a sink.
"I'm not Stephanie anymore, Bischoff. I'm Stephy," she said, letting her eyes run over his disgusting body. "And I think you know what I want from you."
"No, not really," he said, walking over to the sink. "Explain it to me."
"You remember that time you kissed me, Eric?" she asked, using his first name to catch him off guard. He nodded, and she went on. "I've been thinking about that kiss for years now...and now I want so much more than your kiss."
"Go on," he said, quickly warming up to the idea. "Eric likes where this is going."
She almost barfed as she listened to him speak in the third person about himself. Only two people could pull that off successfully: The Rock and Chris Jericho... She forced herself to speak again. "I need your body, Eric. I've felt your tongue in my mouth, but now I need more...so much more."
"I can give you more," he said, smiling sadistically as he walked over to her. Closing the distance between them entirely, he put his arms around her and leaned close. "Let Big Daddy E give it to you the way he knows you like it."
She cringed as his lips touched hers, and she seriously wanted to gag. Eric Bischoff was the world's absolute worst kisser. He was even worse than Kurt Angle, and that was really saying something! Still, though, she kissed him back whole-heartedly, trying to make it all believable. If she didn't make him believe that she wanted him, the plan would fail, she would fail, and that would mean no revenge for Jericho...
"Steph... You're a great kisser," Bischoff said, pulling back to catch his breath.
"Can't say the same for you," Stephy muttered under her breath, but then she smiled at him. Trying to sound seductive, she whispered. "Big Daddy E... Will you take your clothes off for me, baby?"
"Of course," he agreed quickly, starting to take off his clothes. "I know you'd love to see my glorious, sexy body."
Glorious? Sexy? What bullshit, she thought, looking down as he stepped out of his pants and stood in front of her clad only in some tight, white briefs. Her eyes got wide at what he had...or lack thereof. Tighty whities! Oh my gosh, and where's his freakin' co-
"See something you like, Steph?" he questioned.
"Wow, Eric! You're HUGE!" she exclaimed loudly. It was a lie, of course, but she had needed to say it loudly because that was the cue for Chris to put the next phase of her plan into action. Chris must've gotten the cue, because a few seconds later, the lights went out, and it was completely dark in the bathroom. "Oh, damn," she said, pretending to be disappointed. "Stupid electricity!"
"Don't be sad. I work better in the dark anyway," Bischoff said, getting a little closer again.
"But I want to be able to see your face, Eric," she said, not knowing how she could lie so well. "I want to be able to see us, to witness this event that secretly we've both been waiting for..." Her voice trailed off. "Since I still have on clothes, why don't I go check and see if I can get this fixed really fast?"
"Aw...fine," he agreed. "I'll wait here, but be quick. Old men like me can't stay hard."
"Thanks, babe," she said, suppressing a giggle. She leaned down and grabbed his clothes from the spot where he had dropped them without his knowledge. Then she hurried out of the men's bathroom and went down the hall to a door at the end. She went inside and closed the door, then dropped the clothes.
"How'd it go so far?" Jericho asked, studying her.
"I'll never be able to go another night without Bischoff plaguing my dreams," she groaned. "That horny bastard fell for it, though. He believed everything."
"You knew he would. No one can resist your body..." His voice trailed off as his eyes roamed lustfully over her body.
"Especially not you," she pointed out, watching him as he checked her out.
"Right. So is it time?"
"Yeah. Turn the lights on and let's go back together."
Jericho flipped the switch, giving the men's bathroom power again. Then he and Stephy hurried back down the hall and entered the bathroom with her in the lead.
"That was fast, Stephy," Bischoff said, starting to walk over to her. He stopped when he noticed Jericho behind her. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked.
"I think I'm the least of your worries right now," Jericho replied, pointing at someone standing behind Bischoff. "You, my man, have much bigger problems."
Bischoff slowly turned around, facing the man who haunted his dreams on a nightly basis. He looked up into the man's face...or whatever he was. He could be called a creature, an animal, a nightmare... Drool escaped his mouth like a waterfall, and he clutched a handful or worms and a clock.
"Ah ha ha ha ha! I'm The Boogeyman! And I'm coming to get ya!" The Boogeyman exclaimed. He threw the worms in Bischoff's face and laughed loudly. "We're going to have some fun tonight... I'll do Big Daddy E, alright..." he sang softly. "BAM!" He broke the clock on his head and laughed as the glass shattered and flew everywhere.
Bischoff looked at Stephy and Jericho with anger written all over his face. "I'll get you both back for this," he vowed, realizing that they had tricked him.
"You can't do shit to me," Jericho pointed out. "I don't work for you anymore, and it's not my fault that you fell for Stephy's plan."
"It was brilliant, wasn't it, babe?" Stephy asked, kissing Jericho hard. "Fucking brilliant."
"Damn right," Jericho replied, kissing her nose. "Let's get out of here and go find a place to..." His voice trailed off, and he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Good idea," she replied, linking her arm through his. She looked at Bischoff, who was looking at The Boogeyman with a mixture of horror and disgust on his face. "Hey, Bischoff," she called. He turned to look at her. "One more thing... YOU'RE FIRED!" She and Jericho left the bathroom before Bischoff could reply.
Stephy and Jericho both laughed when they were outside. "Oh my God, and did you see his face when I told him he was fired?" she asked, laughing.
"Funny as hell. You're brilliant!" he exclaimed, smiling. "But is he really fired?"
"You know I can't do that. I don't have the authority," she reminded him. "But he thinks he's fired, and that's just as good. It works for me."
"Works for me, too," he said. "But you know what else would work for me?"
"What would that be?" she asked in a low voice.
"For you to go through with that promise you made," he replied in a voice that matched hers. "Will you, honey?"
"Honey?" she scoffed. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him to her roughly. "You wanna taste my honey, is that it?"
He grinned at her. "You're just too damn bad," he whispered, licking his lips suggestively. "But I don't mind tasting it if you don't mind letting me..."
They shared a knowing look, then hurried off together to find someplace where they could be alone...
About two minutes after Stephy and Jericho left, Bischoff came running out of the bathroom, still clad in his tight, white briefs. The Boogeyman ran after him, laughing and drooling.
"No, Boogey, no!" Bischoff screamed as he ran.
The Boogeyman stopped and did his freaky little dance, then threw his head back and laughed. "I'm gonna get you!" he yelled, and the chase began...
A/N: I had so much fun writing this chapter of the story! It took me forever to come up with some suitable revenge for BITCH-OFF...er...Bischoff... A new update should be coming up soon!