"How long is this going to go on?"
Standing in front of his father, Vince McMahon, Shane folded his arms across his chest and looked down at his father.
"What're you talking about?" Vince asked, looking up at his son through his glasses.
"Keeping Stephanie out of work!" Shane snapped. Vince sighed and leaned back, taking off his glasses. "It's been two months!"
"I know…"
"And this damn war with ECW isn't going away," he added.
"What do you want me to do about it?" Vince yelled. He got up and closed his office door. "I'm battling two of the lawsuits that Heyman put on us while running the two shows, trying to keep our fans loyal to us. But with ECW stars attacking ours every week and injuring them, it's hard."
"Then bring Stephanie back," Shane said. "Let us help. You and Mom are taking up all the slack."
"You know I can't bring her back on my own," he said. "It has to be run through the board…"
"Screw the board! What have they done for us?" Shane said. "You know damn well if we bring Stephanie back she'll help us put an end to this. We're stronger when were together."
Just as Stephanie placed her dinner in the microwave, the doorbell rang. She sighed in annoyance. "Maria!" She heard nothing. Looking up towards the staircase she yelled out again. "Maria, get the door!" Still, she was nowhere in sight. Huffing, she stalked to the front door while muttering, "Fucking people…what the hell do I pay her for…" She threw the door open and glared at the men standing on her doorstep. "What?"
"Are you Stephanie McMahon?"
"Who's asking?"
The man handed her a piece of paper and flashed his badge. "I'm detective Wright and we have a warrant to search your home and office," he said, as he let himself in.
Reading the paper as the other officers came through, she looked up. "What're you looking for?"
"Illegal substances," he said, going upstairs.
"What-?" Crumpling the paper she walked back into the kitchen and grabbed her phone.
"What are you doing?" another officer asked her.
"Calling my lawyer," Stephanie snapped. The female officer reached and snatched the phone from her. "Hey!"
"Turn around and place your hands on your head."
Stephanie glared at her. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
"I don't give a shit."
The other officer grabbed her roughly and threw her against the counter. "I have rights!" Stephanie yelled. "I'm gonna fry each and every one of you," she sneered.
"Looky what I found," Wright said, stepping back into the room.
Stephanie turned as they placed the cuffs on and saw him holding a bag of white powder. "That's not mine."
"That's what they all say."
"You planted that you fucking bastard!" she shouted.
"Book her," he said, walking away.
"You're not cops at all!"
She fought with them as they led her outside. Kicking on the officers, she felt something pressed into her back and she froze. "I suggest you stop resisting," the female cop whispered.
As Vince and Shane walked down the hallway, they passed an officer in uniform. Rounding the corner, they saw Stephanie's office was filled with cops and it was being torn apart. "Hey!" Vince said, walking in. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Who are you?"
Vince looked at the man dressed in a suit and glared at him. "Who the fuck are you?"
The man raised his suit, showing his gun and badge. "Just take it easy…"
"What are you doing in here?"
"We're investigating…"
"Just what exactly?"
"Stephanie McMahon."
"Why?" Shane asked.
The man looked at them. "Just who are you two?"
In a rage, Vince turned and stormed out of the office and headed down towards his secretary. "What are the cops doing here?"
"They had a warrant," she said softly. Cursing, Vince turned and walked as she called out. "Stephanie's lawyer called." They turned around. "She was placed under arrest for drugs."
Sitting in a corner, Stephanie looked up as an officer stepped up and unlocked the door. "Let's go, McMahon."
Getting up, she walked out as the other female prisoner, grinned at her. Rolling her eyes, Stephanie followed the cop and walked out. As she grabbed her belongings, she saw her family and John waiting for her. The second they saw her, John hugged her.
"You alright?" he asked.
"No," she shook her head and looked at her father. "I'm getting sick of this shit."
He stood up, nodding. "I know. They saw they have evidence though and it'll go to court. It won't look good for us."
"I have evidence of my own," she snapped, walking out, leaving them to exchange looks. As they followed Stephanie, the officer at the counter stopped them and looked at John.
"My son's a big fan of yours," he said, handing him pen and paper. "Think I can get an autograph?"
John walked up to him, grabbing the pen and paper, and then grabbed him by the collar. "Why don't you and your buddies go fuck off?" he sneered, throwing the paper and pen at him. Walking out, they never gave a second glance.
Opening night for Raw in Tampa wasn't going to well. In the first ten minutes of going live, Paul Heyman found a way to sneak into the building and get into the ring. Bringing the microphone up, he addressed the crowd. "Now, I won't take up much of you time. I only came here to clear a few things up. You see, on my way down here to the sunshine state, I heard some rumors. Supposedly, the car accident that one Miss Stephanie McMahon was in…well, they want to blame me for that. So I want to take the time and clear the air. I was not involved in that." The fans booed, but Heyman was unfazed. "Now that that's out of the way…the second rumor I heard was that Stephanie McMahon was arrested a few days ago. For drug possession. Turns out…it's true!" He pointed to the screen and on it was Stephanie's police photo. The fans booed loudly while some laughed. "Ladies and gentlemen, I can assure you because of this arrest, that the WWE will soon be mine, no question." The fans began to boo even louder. "Oh, you know what?" he said, before he left the ring. "I forgot one more thing…this one is for all you Cena fans. Turns out 'The Champ' is not so single as you thought." Grinning, he turned to the screen to see a picture of John and Stephanie, holding hands and kissing. This time, the crowd was stunned into silence.
Watching in the back, Randy's jaw dropped as Amy came from behind him to see. "Oh my god," he muttered.
Seeing the picture, John stared. "Oh shit…"
Watching in her house, Stephanie raised her hand to her mouth and whimpered. "Oh no…"
Sitting in his office, Vince and Linda glared at the screen, Vince silently fuming as Linda whispered, "Oh dear…"
Heyman laughed in the ring.
Storming out of his office, Vince stalked down the corridor screaming, "Where's Cena?"
Adam and Randy both ran from the back and caught up with their boss. "Vince!"
He whirled around. "Where's your friend?" he demanded.
"Look, you need to calm down," Adam said slowly. "It was a shock and you're not thinking clearly."
Vince grabbed him and shoved Adam on the wall. "Where is he?"
"Vince!" Randy yelled, grabbing him. "You need to chill out."
Throwing Randy off of him, Vince stalked back the hall and kicked open the males locker room door to find John standing there. "You!"
Throwing up his hands, John backed away. "Vince…"
"You were fucking my daughter behind my back?"
John shook his head. "No!"
Randy and Adam ran into the locker room and skidded to a stop as Vince slowly closed on John, who had his back against the wall.
"Yes you were," Vince hissed. "I trusted you and I trusted her and the both of you lied to me!" he yelled, throwing a chair and breaking it.
"Vince, we never slept together!"
"Is she pregnant?"
John's eyes widened. "What? No!"
"Is she?" he shouted, his eyes wild. "Were you two doing drugs?" John swallowed hard and Vince punched him, sending John to his knees. Randy and Adam jumped in and grabbed Vince, pulling him back, as John got back up, holding his jaw.
"We didn't do anything," John said again.
In a rage, Vince threw both men off of him and jumped at John, hitting him again. This time, John went on the offensive, and slammed him into the locker. Stepping away, Randy and Adam went to offer help to Vince, but he got up on his own, and glared at John. "Consider yourself fired," he spat. "Get your shit and get out."
"Gladly," John shot back as Vince opened the door.
He turned back to him. "You're never to see my daughter again."
John smirked at him. "She's a grown woman," he said. "You can't keep us apart."
This time, Vince grinned at him. "Then she'll have to choose."
John watched him leave and he shook his head as Randy came from behind him. "You alright?"
John looked at his friends, concerned. "He wouldn't really make her choose between me and her family?" he asked. "Would he?"