Mindy rolled up Lisa for the pin as the crowd rose to their feet. One…Two…Three. The crowd was vociferous as Mindy's music hit and she was handed her championship back, retaining the Woman's Belt, much to the enjoyment of all the fans. Mindy stood on the ropes and held up the belt over her head as Mindy's music stopped and Stephanie McMahon's hit. Instantly, the crowd grew silent, some cheering and others booing to some extent, as Mindy turned and looked at the ramp in confusion as Stephanie walked up and into the ring. Mindy jumped down from the ropes and placed her belt over her shoulder as Stephanie motioned for a microphone. Stephanie turned and looked at Mindy. The sight of seeing the rookie holding the Woman's belt over her shoulder in the similar fashion that Trish had always done made Stephanie wish that Trish never retired; even better, that Stephanie had been there for her final match. When Stephanie's music faded out, she brought the microphone up to her lips. "Well," she began. "Congratulations." Mindy nodded and smiled as the fans cheered. "You won the woman's battle royal after Trish retired and you successfully defended your title against Victoria. That is truly the display of a champion," Stephanie applauded. "However…it's fine for you while you hold that title," she said, pointing to her belt. "But for you to go after a WWE title is unheard of." Much to Stephanie's surprise, the fans began to boo. She looked out into the crowd then back at Mindy. "I don't know where you get off, Destiny, but I can promise you one thing…you will never get a WWE title shot as long as I am here!" Once more, fans booed, perhaps even louder as Stephanie smirked at all of them and turned back to Mindy. "The most dominant female in this industry…the bitch…is back!" Stephanie dropped her mic on the mat as her music began again and she left the ring with a mix reaction with the fans and Mindy staring after her.

After the show had wrapped up and they signed their autographs after the show, Stephanie and Paul headed to their hotel in the city where they were all staying. After Stephanie had taken her shower, she sat down at the desk with her paperwork and computer and began to plan the PPV and look over the angles they were doing. About an hour later, Paul finished his shower and got dressed in a regular t-shirt and jeans. As he was putting his sneakers on he glanced over at Stephanie, who gave no discern to him and hadn't sad one word to him since they left the show. "Steph, why don't you go to bed?" he suggested.

"No," she said simply. "I've got to finish this."

Paul sighed and stood up. "Sometimes I think you're married to your work more than you are to me," he muttered.

Stephanie stopped what she was doing and turned around. "What was that?"

Paul grabbed his wallet and phone and shoved them in his pocket. "Nothing."

Stephanie folded her arms across her chest. "Well, it didn't sound like nothing to me," she said irately. "It sounded like something."

Paul sighed again and looked over at his wife, a small grin forming on his lips. "Do you know that this is the first real conversation we've had in months?"

Stephanie scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to her work. "You can be so childish sometimes, Hunter, you know that?"

Just as Paul grabbed his keys, he froze. "Did-did you just call me…Hunter?" he asked completely astonished.

Stephanie turned back to her husband. "What?" she asked irritated.

"You just called me Hunter," he said again.

Stephanie shook her head. "No I didn't."

"Uh, yes you did," Paul said. "Why?"

Stephanie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Paul, it is really late and I have to finish this work…"

Paul raised his palms up. "Fine, I'll drop it. Wouldn't want to stand in the way of your precious work," he hissed. Paul shook his head as he opened and slammed the door shut.

Stephanie frowned. Did I really call him Hunter? Stephanie glanced at the clock on the night table that read midnight. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. She got out of her chair and grabbed her purse and room key. What the hell, the night is still young and I could use a little pick-me-up.

Stephanie sat at the bar in the hotel lobby drinking her cocktail when she heard a familiar voice. She smiled and without turning around she said, "You really have to get better lines than that, John."

Cena laughed and pointed to the seat next to her. "Is this seat taken?" Stephanie shook her head as she took a sip of her drink. John ordered a beer and turned back to Stephanie. "So, where's the hubby?"

Stephanie shrugged. "I think he, Michael and Randy went out together. Where…I don't know."

John nodded and took his drink. "Never thought I'd see the Billion Dollar Princess sitting in the lobby of a hotel drinking," he quipped.

Stephanie giggled. "There's a lot of things you haven't see me do."

John smiled. "Oh, is that so?"

Stephanie nodded. "Yep, and I could say the same thing about the Champ."

John laughed. "Yes, yes you could."

"So tell me, John," Stephanie began. "Where's your girlfriend for the night?"

John took a swig of his drink and looked around. "Not that many good looking girls for the Champ here." Stephanie laughed again and ordered another drink, as well as John, as she began to play around with her wedding ring. John noticed how Stephanie's mood had changed and he moved a little closer to her. "You two are really having problems, aren't you?" he asked softly.

Stephanie nodded slowly and fought back her tears. "I always believed that after Paul proposed to me that our lives would be a fairy tale, you know?" she said, looking at John. "That we'd have the kids, each other…"

John grabbed a napkin from the bar and handed it to Stephanie, who took it and wiped her eyes, while John wrapped his arm around her. "Look, Steph, believe it or not things'll get better."

"I called him Hunter tonight!"

John blinked in confusion. "What?"

Stephanie looked back at John. "I called him by his ring name…by his character. What the hell is wrong with me?"

John laughed and Stephanie shot him a glare. "I'm sorry, but Steph, you're sweating the small stuff. You just gotta roll with life, that's all. That's the secret to living a full and happy life."

Stephanie nodded, taking in his words, and hugged him. "You're a good friend."

"Well, when you're crying on my shoulder, on a three hundred dollar jersey, you kinda have too," he laughed. Stephanie smiled at him and took out her purse to re-apply her makeup. John watched her carefully as she did so.

Stephanie noticed that John was watching her intently and she glanced over at him, blushing. "What?"

John shook his head, snapping out of the daze. "Nothing." Stephanie finished her makeup and drank the rest of her drink when John suddenly grabbed her hand and stood up. "Do you mind if I show you something?"

Stephanie raised her eyebrow but shook her head. "No, not at all."

He smiled and led her away from the bar and up to his room.

"I just don't know what's wrong with us," Paul whined. "I mean…she called me Hunter up in the hotel room."

Michael shrugged. "So? You guys call me Shawn."

"Yeah, but it's your middle name," Paul protested. "Two different things. Like….Apples and…Jell-O."

Michael shot Randy a look who only glared at Paul. "Alright man, if all you're gonna do is bitch about your marriage, then I'm going back to the hotel to spend time with Sam."

"I'm not bitching," Paul slurred.

"No…you're just drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

Michael shook his head while he stared at Paul. "Nah…I don't think he can get drunk."

Randy shook his head in disgust. "Tonight blows."

"You're just pissed because we're old timers and John didn't want to go," Michael said.

"No, I'm pissed because Paul is acting like a fucking cry baby while Adam, John, and Amy are off having a good time," Randy snapped.

"The sex isn't even good anymore," Paul blurted out.

Randy stood up and threw a fifty on the table as he grabbed his jacket. "Alright, I'm outta here."

"Randy!" Michael called out. But he already left the building. Michael looked at Paul who slammed his head on the table and began to sob. "Alright…maybe you can get drunk." He glanced over Paul, who began to wail loudly, and flagged down the waiter. "Can we get the check?"

Stephanie entered John's hotel room as he turned on the light and went in the closet. As she looked around, she almost laughed. John's hotel room was near a disaster. He had clothes, towels, CDS, and DVD's scattered all over the room. She placed her purse on the dresser as John walked back in, noticing her smirk. "What?"

"Nothing," Stephanie giggled. "I remember when my hotel room used to look like this."

John smiled at her. "You're kidding?"

Stephanie shook her head and sat on the bed. "No. Paul's a neat freak. I'm only that neat when it comes to my work."

John laughed and sat next to her as he headed her a black jewelry box. "Here."

Stephanie looked at it with wide eyes. "What is it?"

"Just open it."

Stephanie did as he asked and gasped. Inside was a gold chain with a green emerald dangling from it. Stephanie pulled it out carefully and looked at it. "Oh, John…I can't accept this."

He smiled and leaned next to her, turning the amulet that held the emerald around to she could read an inscription it. "It's Italian," he told her. "It means that this jewel will bring you good luck."

Stephanie smiled and hugged John tightly. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

John took the necklace from her. "Here, let's see how it looks." Stephanie pulled her hair back as John leaned over her to put on the necklace. Hmm, he smells good, she thought. John leaned back and gazed at her. "Looks beautiful on you," he whispered.

Stephanie smiled and stood up, looking at her reflection in the mirror, and smiled. It did look good on her. She turned around and gave John another hug. "I don't know how I have friends like you, John," she said softly.

"Yeah, me either," he joked.

Stephanie pulled away and looked at John, getting lost in his blue eyes, as they were only inches away from each other. Almost acting on impulse, she leaned in and kissed him tenderly. John made no objections as he pulled her in further. Stephanie threw him down on the bed and took off her shirt as John threw his off. She quickly unbuckled his belt and leaned in for another kiss. Neither one of them heard as Stephanie's phone began to ring.