The Scene: Sighing, Stephanie McMahon stepped out of her hotel room and locked the door behind. She began to walk down the hallway, a small smirk beginning to slide across her lips. Very quickly, her expression began to morph into that of pure triumph. Oh yes, Stephanie McMahon was a very egotistical woman, and she made no hesitations in showing that off to the world. Placing a hand upon that perfectly curved hip of hers, Stephanie made her way across the hotel lobby and out into the parking lot where a black limousine was waiting for her outside. The driver looked up, and upon noticing her, opened the door. Stephanie grinned and got into the limo without saying a word. The driver shut the door and got into the vehicle. There was the sound of the engine starting up, and the limo drove out of the hotel parking lot. After a few minutes, Stephanie leant forward and peered at the driver through the opened window that seperated the two of them. Stephanie snarled, speaking to the driver as if he were a piece of absolute trash.
Stephanie McMahon: Hey.. We're not going to the arena, you know!
The Driver: Where are we headed, Miss McMahon?
Stephanie McMahon: I already told you before I came down here! Next time, clean the earwax out of your ears and pay attention to what I'm telling you or I'm going to make sure a large amount of money comes out of your paycheck! We're going to be going to the gym.
The Scene: Obviously, the limo driver hadn't recalled hearing anything about going to the gym, because he raised his eyebrow. Had he heard Stephanie correctly? The gym? Since when did Stephanie McMahon ever set foot in a gym? What was she going to do? Lift weights? To the driver, that was a laughable thought, but he kept his facial expression straight. Stephanie growled. It was a low growl, and she waited for some sort of response from the driver.
The Driver: Uhh.. the gym. Yes, Miss McMahon. I got it now. Silly me, how could I have ever forgotten?
Stephanie McMahon: Are you getting smart with me? Because if you are..
The Driver: No, ma'am. I wouldn't dream of getting smart with you.
The Scene: Stephanie knew better than to believe the man, but she didn't feel like persuing it further. Shooting the driver an extremely nasty glare that would have killed him if looks could kill, Stephanie leant back in her seat as the limo pulled out of the parking lot.
Stephanie McMahon: Just shut up and step on it.
The Scene: As she spoke those words, Stephanie reached over and pushed the switch that caused the window between the two to raise. It was an extremely dark tinted window, and it was damn near impossible to see through. As soon as the window was up, the limo driver allowed himself a small chuckle. It was a good thing that Stephanie didn't see it, because if she had of, the driver would have went home that night with a pretty large sized red mark across his right cheek. Stephanie muttered under her breath about how incompetant the driver was, and she sighed deeply. After a few moments, her cell phone began to ring. The vibration mode was on, and it caused her to jump. A small yelp escaped from her lips. The phone was in her right pocket and the vibration had surprised her. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled the phone out and flipped open the top. The caller ID displayed the name of a person she knew and most definitely wouldn't mind talking to. Stephanie answered the phone, raising it up to her ear.
Stephanie McMahon: Hello. Before you say anything, I know I'm running a little late. It's not my fault this damn limousine driver must have been born with only half a brain. I'm on my way though.
Stacy Keibler's Voice: I was wondering. I've been waiting here for about twenty minutes. Tell him to step on it already.
Stephanie McMahon: I did. But I'll tell him to do it again, because I swear I didn't notice this limo moving any faster.
The Scene: Without speaking their goodbyes, Stephanie hung up the phone and carelessly tossed it onto the seat beside her. Now it was time to deal with the driver with an attitude problem once again. Oh joy and rapture. Oh, the sarcasm. Stephanie rolled down the window and glared in at the driver. He noticed the window come down and he peered at her momentarily through the rear view mirror. Oh great, the bitch was going to speak again. What did she want this time? He said not a word, and waited for her annoyingly squeaky voice to invade his ears.
Stephanie McMahon: I said step on it! Did you not hear me the first time, you idiot?! What hell is wrong with you?! Is there an extremely large amount of rocks living in your brain?!
The Scene: The limo driver said nothing and pressed his foot down further upon the gas pedal. Stephanie grinned egotistically, and began to roll the window back up. Being in charge was easy. What she didn't know, was that the entire rest of the way to the gym, the limo driver was tempted to just crash the car into a tree and end it all. Either that, or he wanted to slam on the brakes, pull her out of the car, rip off her neck, and take a shit down it. But perhaps it was better that Stephanie not know this sort of information. After a ride in silence the rest of way (with both people fuming silently), the limo stopped in front of the gym. Not even bothering to wait for the driver, Stephanie shoved the door open and got outside. She slammed the door shut and limo driver flinched. That stupid bitch would harm his limo if she wasn't careful. Stephanie grunted and made her way inside the gym. Stacy Keibler was waiting just by the door in the nice looking lobby and she grinned when she saw Stephanie.
Stacy Keibler: It's about time, Steph. What the hell kind of driver did you get stuck with this time?
Stephanie McMahon: Same kind as always, incompetant fools.
Stacy Keibler: Well now I just gotta ask you, Stephanie.. What the hell are we doing here? I mean, me lifting weights? It just doesn't match. No offense, but I can't see you lifting any weights either.
Stephanie McMahon: Of course we're not here to lift weights ourselves! Are you absolutely nuts! I just had to deliver a message to someone first.
The Scene: Upon hearing this, Stacy's eyebrows narrowed at Stephanie. Stacy came all the way out here just so Stephanie could deliver a message to someone that could have been over the phone?! Stephanie noticed the look on Stacy's face and grinned.
Stephanie McMahon: Relax, Stacy. It was something I had to do in person and I had you meet me here because we have to go somewhere else afterwards to discuss something important.
Stacy Keibler: Okay, well hurry up, Steph.. I hate the way these guys are staring at me when they come into the doorway.
The Scene: Stephanie stared at Stacy for a moment and then, without a word, she turned and went into the main part of the gym. Stacy followed close behind, still annoyed at the fact that she was dragged all the way out here for this.. especially since she still felt like she didn't know what the hell was going on.
The Scene: Stephanie sat back in her hotel room, feeling accomplished. She'd delivered her message, and she'd went out to lunch with Stacy and had an important conversation about things with her. All seemed to be going according to plan. She'd won her first match in the PWA, and she was confident she'd win this next match as well. Stephanie leant back in the chair was was perched by the window. Inhaling deeply, she absentmindedly twirled the pen that was in her hands.
Stephanie McMahon: I wonder what Trish Stratus and Lita are doing right now.. They're probably training like maniacs, or better yet, down on their knees praying for a victory on Fusion. But more than likely, they're down on their knees with their mouths wide open. It wouldn't surprise me one little bit. But no matter what they're doing, it really doesn't matter. If Trish and Lita think that they've got this match in the bag, they're sorely mistaken. I always get what I want, and I want that PWA women's title belt around my gorgeous waist. I know I'm a bitch, but in this world you have to be a bitch to make it anywhere. All the fans like Trish and Lita.. but they can't live without the fans. Without the fans, those two are nothing. That's the difference between them and me. I don't give a care what the fans think of me. I'm successful and dominant without the fans. If they want to boo me, let them. If they love me, that's cool too.. but frankly, I don't care. If Lita noticed that the fans hated her, she'd probably shrivel up in a corner somewhere and die. In fact, I wish she would just go ahead and do that now. One less idiot to worry about. I'm really getting sick of Lita's "Extreme" attitude. What is she trying to compensate for? The fact that her cheek and jaw structure make her look more like a man than Nicole Bass? Last Fusion, those two got into a fight.. and I ran down to the ring. I wonder how they felt when they saw me there. They probably got scared. People think I'm Daddy's Little Girl.. and they're right, I am. It's the gift that I was born with. I'm the daughter of the devil himself. Trish and Lita are going to learn not to mess with the bull, because they'll find out pretty quickly that if you mess with the bull, you get to deal with the horns. What Trish Stratus and Lita have failed to grasp is that
The Scene: Stephanie grinned and shifted her weight a bit. This was definitely amusing her, there was no doubt about that.
Stephanie McMahon: And as for Melina Perez.. if she decides to try and betray out partnership and try to come at me, she'll be very sorry she did. My crystal ball's in the shop, I can't predict what those women are going to do.. but what I don't have to predict, is the fact that I'm going to be one of the winners even if I have to beat Trish and Lita by myself. Right now I'm going to give Melina the benefit of the doubt, but after this match is over and done with.. and Trish and Lita are laying flat with their legs spread in pain like their accustomed to, Melina better watch out. After this match, our partnership is over.. and I'm going after her title.. MY title.
The Scene: After a long pause, Stephanie seemed satisfied with herself. She placed the pen down upon the table and reached over, turning off the little side lamp. The room was submerged in darkness as she got up from her chair and went to retire to bed.
I WAS PUT ON THIS EARTH TO MAKE THEIR LIVES MISERABLE!!
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