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A/N: I told you that the muses were finally working! LOL! There is a slight reference to Friends in this chapter, let see how many of you watched Friends. (I'm so missing that show!) Anyway, remember to leave a review please. Thanks!
Hunter paced his motel room with a disgusted look on his face. He hadn't talked to Dave all weekend and he was starting to get nervous. He knew that something was wrong with the big man. He just wasn't sure what it was.
"Damn it," he muttered pushing his hair out of his face. He quickly sat down in the chair and grabbed his cell phone out of his pocked. It was Monday morning and it was time to start planning out the details of the greatest 'coo' ever.
Kidnapping Stephanie was going to be like taking candy from a baby. Vince had called him the night before and laid everything out, piece by piece, like a delicate jigsaw puzzle that had to be put together with care. With eyes bright, Hunter's eyes slowly began to gleam darker and darker as he pictured everything Vince was saying to him on the phone. It was pure genius and he couldn't help but admire Vince's devious, yet calculating, mind.
He flipped open his phone and pressed a button. He nodded his head each time the phone rang. Frustration showed on his face until after the third ring, the phone was answered.
"Hello?"
"Dave, man how are you doing?" Hunter asked with a bright, cheery voice. There was no need to let Dave know that he didn't trust him. Besides, if everything worked out right, Dave wouldn't be around anymore anyway. "Tonight's the big night, you ready big man?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," Dave said with a bored tone in his voice. He knew he had to play this just right. There was going to be hell to pay when this all came down and he knew exactly who was going to pay for it. With a smirk on his face and a smirk in his voice said, "When do we go over the details?"
"I was thinking that we could do that when we meet at the airport," Hunter said with a relaxed, almost cocky look on his face. "I don't like discussing stuff like this on the phone."
"No problem, I'll see you at the airport," Dave said with a cocky tone to his voice. He quickly hung up his cell phone with a smile on his face. "Time for you to go down Hunter."
Ric Flair walked around the room with a concerned look on his face. Sometime during the night, a thought popped into his head. It was a thought that had kept him wide-awake for the rest of the night.
For the first time in a long time, his conscience was starting to bother him. He was a father and shuddered to think of lowering himself to do something that low, that ugly to one's own daughter. In fact, he could only sit and think of the horror it would do to one of his own daughters, if he had done that to them.
He slowly sat down on the bed looking at his hands. While he had never been a stellar dad, he had been there for his children when he could. All of his children loved him and trusted him unconditionally. He rubbed his head in frustration before taking his hands and covering his eyes.
"What am I going to do?" he muttered out loud with his head still down. He rubbed his eyes and then looked down at his hands. They were shaking. He started rubbing his hands together in a nervous gesture. "What am I going to do?"
Stephanie woke up with a smile on her face. She had an arm wrapped around her waist and one heck of a man up against her backside, keeping her good and warm. It felt good to be in his arms, the arms of the man that she was in love with.
With a silly smile on her face, she took her finger and gently rubbed his arm. Chris was brave, sexy, sweet, cute, aggravating, and he was all hers. Like a cat that had just licked up a can of cream, she closed her eyes and moaned softly in contentment.
Chris opened his eyes and grinned. He had been awake for just a minute. Her rubbing his arm had slowly but surely brought him back to the land of the living. Hearing her moan was like music to his ears. He pulled her tightly against himself and placed his lip near her ear. After a soft kiss, he whispered. "Good morning Princess."
"Good morning Jericho," Stephanie whispered back. She took her arms and placed them on top of his, squeezing them slightly as she did so. "How did you sleep?"
"Very well, you?"
Stephanie smiled as she spoke. "I don't think that I have ever slept better."
"Who knew just sleeping together would be this satisfying?"
Stephanie opened her eyes and grinned. "I know!"
Chris chuckled and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She laid her head down on his shoulder and rubbed his stomach while his arm rubbed her shoulder. "I don't ever want to leave this room."
"Me either," Stephanie said with a smile. She turned her head up and looked at him. "You know, I have something to tell you."
"Oh really?" Chris asked with an amused look on his face with a tad bit of fear. She had an unusual look on her face; one that he had never seen before. The look intrigued him and scared him at the same time.
Seeing the look of fear on Chris's face, she quickly put her head down and hugged him. The last thing that she wanted to do was scare him. "Nothing, we can talk about it some other time."
"Are you sure Steph? It looked really important to you," Chris said curiosity getting the best of him. With a gleam in his eyes, he quickly grabbed her hands and put them above her head.
"What? What are you doing?" Stephanie asked with a shocked tone in her voice. Noting her heads about her head, she turned to look at her boyfriend. He looked like the cat that ate the canary, smug and smart. "Have you lost your freaking mind?"
"Nope, I'm just going to make you tell me what's on your mind," Chris said with a knowing look. He knew he could get it out of her. He knew a surefire way to get it out of her.
"Oh really, well, I have changed my mind. I don't want to talk about it right now," Stephanie said with a stubborn look on her face. There was no way he was making her tell him what she was thinking. Everything just felt wrong and she wanted this to be right.
"Okay, don't say I didn't warn you," Chris said with an almost sad look on his face. He quickly smiled and put her wrists in one hand. He then slowly took his hand down, touching the most ticklish places on her body.
"Chris, no! Stop that!" Stephanie said with a chuckle in her voice. She couldn't believe that he had resorted to the tickling card. "I call foul. This is not a 'tickling' moment."
"Oh really?" Chris asked while moving his hand. He quickly slid it to her knee and grabbed the especially sensitive spot behind it. Stephanie immediately began laughing as if possessed.
"Stop! Stop it!" Stephanie said losing her breath. She struggled to get her hands free but Chris had a firm grip and wasn't letting go. "Please, I can't breath."
"Tell me what was on your mind," Chris said while continuing to torture her.
"No, it can wait," Stephanie said with laughter all in her voice. She was to the point where when she spoke; she spoke with laughter. Laughing loudly, she desperately tried to pull her hands away again, to no avail.
"You're going to have to tell me," Chris said grabbing the other knee, smiling in triumph when Stephanie began squealing with laughter. He had her now. He knew and she knew it.
"I love you," Stephanie laughed. Suddenly she felt as though she could breath as Chris finally stopped tickling her. She looked up at him, breathing hard, wondering if he had heard her.
Chris looked down at her with a stunned but amazed look on his face. "You love me?" he asked quietly with a strange look on his face.
"Yes, I love you," Stephanie said admitting it without guilt. She smiled as she noticed him smiling back at her. "How's that sit with you?"
"That sits wonderfully," Chris said reaching down to kiss her softly on the lips. He pulled back and looked at her in awe. It suddenly hit him what it was he felt every time he was around Stephanie. He finally had a name for it. "Cause I love you too."
Stephanie's eyes widened and so did her smile. Chris smiled back and they both fell into each other's arm, laughing in joy. Just holding each other and feeling the love flow between them, made them feel as though they could conquer the world.
Suddenly the world came crashing in with a knock on the door. "Chris, Stephanie, you guys up?" Jay asked. It was almost time to go to the airport and they really needed to get a move on.
"Yeah, we'll be out in a minute," Chris said with a sad look on regret on his face. He kissed her softly and waited to hear Jay walk back down the hall before speaking. "I wish we could stay and revel in this moment, but we really do have to get going."
"I know but you what? I'm not scared any more," Stephanie said with a smile. She leaned up and kissed him on the lips. "I've got the man that I'm in love with watching over me."
"You damn straight you do," Chris said with a grin and a smile. He leaned down and kissed her softly and then pulled back. "Come on Princess, we have got to get moving."
Shane walked out of the airport with a determined look on his face. After talking to Stephanie, he had decided to trade in his flight for an earlier one. He wanted to check out the arena before everybody started showing up. Right now, there was only the ring crew in the arena.
He briskly walked to the sign that said "McMahon" and walked up to the driver. "Hey, I'm Shane, let's go."
"Yes sir," the driver said with a serious look on his face. "May I take your bag sir?"
"No thank you," Shane said with a grin. "Let's just get going."
They walked thru the airport quickly. Shane tried to stay behind the driver as to hide his face. He had too much to do and not enough time to do it in. While he loved meeting the fans, he didn't have time today.
They walked outside and the driver quickly walked up to his limo. He opened the door and tipped his hat as Shane placed his bag in the limo before getting in himself. He quickly lowered the glass and told the driver where he wanted to go. He then raised the window and grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge.
He quickly took the top of and gulped down three good gulps when his phone rang. He quickly put the top back on his bottle and answered the phone. "Hello." A few seconds passed as he listened to the person who had called him. "I'm glad that you called me back. Are you in?" Shane smiled as he heard the answer. "Great. I'll let everybody know. Talk to you soon." With that, he quickly pressed the end button and laughed out loud.
Vince walked into the arena with a wicked stagger in his step and an evil, grin on his face. Today was the day of reckoning for his youngest daughter and he could hardly wait. He quickly checked his watch and smiled. He was earlier than normal but he needed to scope out the place.
After asking the arena help for directions, he quickly found where his office was and opened the door. He walked in and set his briefcase down on the desk. He then quickly turned and walked back out with a determined look on his face.
He took note of everything as he walked around. The plan all centered on the perfect spot for Stephanie to be held until after the show. Taking her out before everybody left was not an option. In order for it to work, nobody could see her leave.
He walked down a few halls and then noticed a closet. He turned and looked left and right, making sure nobody was watching him. He opened the door and smiled. It was perfect. It looked sound proof and he could get the keys to it. With an evil grin, he turned around and walked up the hall, oblivious of the slightly open door right across from the closet. The door opened and the person in there smiled as Vince walked up the hall.
"Okay guys, this is it. Are we ready?" Chris asked.
Chris, Stephanie, Trish, and Jay had just arrived at the arena. It was a little bit harder to maintain the 'non-chalet' attitude. They had to act like they didn't have a care in the world. They couldn't let their guard down tonight. Stephanie's safety depended on it.
"I'm ready," Jay said quietly opening the door to the vehicle. He stepped out, holding out his hand, to assist Trish out of the vehicle while Stephanie and Chris opened their doors and walked out.
Jay quickly wrapped his arm around Trish's shoulder and smiled. "Baby, you look good enough to eat."
Trish smiled flirtatiously as she batted her eyes. "Would you like a bite?"
Jay looked at her with lust on his face. "Baby, you know it."
"Knock it off, ass clown," Chris said pushing Jay slightly. "Keep it up and we're putting you in the showers."
"Yeah, the cold showers," Stephanie said with a smirk on her face. She reached down and grabbed Chris's hand, feeling a little jolt when he gave her a squeeze and a wink. She knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to her tonight. She also knew that her father and Hunter were finally going to get what he deserved.
The four of them walked in joking and laughing the whole way. They had even said hello to a few superstars that thought they had lost their minds. Shaking their heads in laughter, they quickly walked into their dressing room. The minute the door shut, the mood in the room changed. The seriousness in the air was so thick that it could have been cut with a knife.
Hunter sat at the window seat on the airplane looking out at the runway. The plane was getting ready to land and he was getting anxious to get his plan in motion. He grinned a small smile while thinking of all that he would attain before the night was over.
The plane landed and Hunter quickly exited the plane with a certain cocky swagger that had been made by him and only him. Flair had the strut but he had the swagger. He quickly walked into the airport to notice Dave standing there with a small smile on his face. He walked up to him and stuck his hand out.
Dave quietly took the hand, into his own hand, and shook it firmly. He wanted to make sure that Hunter didn't suspect one thing. It wasn't going to be that hard. All he had to do was just keep telling Hunter how great he was and what a great plan it was. "Well, where's Ric?"
"He said he would meet us there. Something about Vince needing him at the arena earlier than usual," Hunter said with a shrug of his shoulders. If there was one person in this plan that Hunter wasn't worried about, it was Ric. He was a great mastermind and Ric was a lot like himself. He grinned at Batista before speaking. "Besides, you're the one that I need to talk to. You, my friend, are the going to make this night, the best night of my life."
"Oh, I most assuredly am," Dave said with a small smile on his face. He knew that Hunter was buttering him up but he was ready for him. He was going down and there was nothing Hunter could do to stop it. "I can't wait to get started.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear big man. Let's get the limo. We'll talk there," Hunter said quickly dismissing Dave as if he didn't exist. He quickly walked the airport with that stagger and a cocky look on his face.
Dave smiled and put his sunglasses on. He knew that Hunter thought tonight was going to be the night that all of his dreams came true. "Too bad," he muttered to himself as he walked behind him. Tonight was going to be a nightmare for Hunter. With that thought, he walked behind him silently, feeling better and better by the second.