The Scene: Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley had just left the women's locker room and finished talking to Stacy Keibler. She looked down at her watch and smirked to herself. Stephanie had plenty of time to kill. Stacy and herself were going to beat Trish Stratus and Lita on Fusion, there was no doubt about that. There also was plenty of time to prepare before the match was upon them. Stephanie looked down at the clipboard that was in her hands and smirked once again. Then she pulled out her cellphone and dialed a number, raising it to her ear.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: Hello? Daddy! Can you do me a favor and get all of the referees sent to the interview station immediately? I have a few things I want to say to them. Thanks, you're the best!
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: I bet you're all wondering why I called you here to gather up, right? I mean really, what could Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley possibly want with a bunch of stupid, old, smelly referees, right? Well, I just want to let you all know, that each and every one of you have the chance of being picked to referee the match that I will be participating in on Fusion this weekend. You know the one, me and Stacy Keibler versus Trish Stratus and Lita. Yes, that one.
The Scene: Stephanie hung up the cell phone and tucked it back into her pocket. Then she began to walk slowly towards the interview area, giving the PWA referees time to assemble. Once she reached the area, Stephanie saw all of the referees lined up, looking confused. She grinned, and walked into the area, motioning for a camera man to start filming. Stephanie stood in front of the referees, and she looked at each of them in turn.
The Scene: Most of the referees still looked confused. Stephanie narrowed her eyebrows and began to pace in front of them. These men were complete idiots! She began to doubt whether or not they'd be able to even understand what she was about to tell them. Reaching up, she pushed a bit of hair out of her face and decided to give it a try anyways.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: Since you all seem like you don't understand a single thing that's going on, let me explain it some more. Which ever one of you referees who is picked to be the one calling the shots in my match will have a very weighty responsibility on your shoulders. I want to make sure you have your eyes open and you're extra alert. Do you all understand me? There are to be aboslutely no mess ups. And no, under any circumstances, is there to be any interferances from any nitwits that may come from Trish Stratus's or Lita's side. Do you have that down? That means there is to be no Chris Jericho, no Jeff Hardy. None of that. If someone manages to weasel their way down to the ring and lay a hand on me or Stacy, or assist those sluts in any way, shape or form, my foot is going to weasel it's way up your ass! You will be very, very sorry that you ever made that mistake. You'll have to answer to my father, Vince McMahon, or my husband, Triple H. Do you all understand that? Do I make myself crystal clear?
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: What was that I thought I heard? I'm a what?
Stacy Keibler: Stephanie, I have been looking all over for you! I really think you should come and see what Lita and Jeff Hardy have been saying about you and Vince!
Stacy Keibler: Yeah, come on! I got it on tape in the women's locker room.
Stacy Keibler: Lita's grown some balls. Either that, or her and Trish have both gotten even stupider than they were to begin with.
The Scene: Stephanie stopped pacing long enough to catch the irritated faces on some of the referees. One perhaps looked a little frightened. She grinned.. as long as she had the power Stephanie didn't care what those referees thought of her. They all nodded, a few mumbling under their breath.
The Scene: None of the referees said a single word. Stephanie got up very close into the face of the one that muttered the loudest.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: That's what I thought. You better keep your big mouth shut. I don't care what you think of me. My father's not paying you to hear your opinions. You just make sure you go out there and do your damn job. And you know what? I am a bitch.. and I like it that way. Now get the hell out of my sight! You all make me sick!
The Scene: Crossing her arms over her chest, Stephanie watched as all the referees began to file out of the room. A small grin crossed across her lips. Things were going according to plan. There was absolutely no way that she and Stacy could lose on Fusion this weekend. Then Stephanie uncrossed her arms and peered down at her watch. With a small sigh, she walked away from the interview area. Making her way across the area, she stopped in front of a door that read 'TRIPLE H'. She grasped upon the door knob and shoved it open, stepping inside. Shutting the door behind her, she looked over at her husband, who was sitting on the couch, getting everything straightened out for his match against Eugene.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: Hey baby, how are things going for you?
Hunter Helmsley: Things are going just great, Steph. We've got this one in the bag.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: Tell me about it. I just had a long talk to every single referee about my match with Lita and Trish Stratus. I told them no one was to interfere or there'd be hell to pay.
Hunter Helmsley: Did you get the message across to them?
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: Of course I did, baby. So, are you ready to beat the living daylights out of Eugene?
Hunter Helmsley: Do you even need to ask that, Steph? There is no doubt in my mind that I am going to kick that little retards ass on Fusion.
The Scene: Stephanie crossed the room and sat down on her husband's lap. Then she smiled, and leant in to give him a kiss when the locker room door busted open. Stacy Keibler came busting in, looking flustered. Stephanie and Triple H both looked up. Stephanie looking very annoyed.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: Wait, what? They were talking about daddy too?
The Scene: Stephanie snarled, getting up from Triple H's lap. She looked at him for a moment before following Stacy out of the locker room. She followed Stacy all the way down the hallway, and rushing into the women's locker room. Stacy made her way to the television and turned it on, pushing the tape in the VCR. Stephanie sat down, and Stacy sat with her. When the tape was done playing, Stephanie looked as mad as a hornet. She stood up quickly.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: Wait, what? How dare they bust up into the PWA acting like they own the place! That damn Jeff Hardy is pushing ideas into her head! I never liked him, and I knew daddy should have fired him right from the beginning! They think they're so big, eh? Well, we'll just have to bump them right down to size.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: They've gotten stupider, and I'm going to take care of that right now!
The Scene: Without saying another word, Stephanie grabbed the women's title and slammed the door on her way out. Once she made her way to the curtains, "My Time" began to play over the PWA system. The crowd instantly began to boo and chant "SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!" Stephanie stepped out onto the ramp and slung the women's title over her shoulder. Then she made her way down, and into the ring. Standing in the center, she raised the title high over her head. Then she put it back over her shoulder and glared at the crowd.
The Scene: She ignored the boos as her music stopped, and she grabbed a mic, raising it up to her lips.
The Scene: The crowd began to boo even louder as Stephanie finished speaking. She dropped the mic as her music began to play again. As she began to climb out of the ring, the scene faded into black.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley: Alright! Shut the hell up! Now let me get right down to the point, because quite frankly, I am sick of this bullshit! On Fusion, I am teaming up with Stacy Keibler to go against Trish Stratus and Lita. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now, these two women have taken it upon themselves to run their mouths about things that nobody wants to hear. Apparently, a bug has crawled up their asses and they began to actually believe that they are the dominant divas. Well, let me get something straight. I AM THE DOMINANT DIVA IN THE PWA! Not Trish Stratus, and not Lita! Got that? Good. Let's take this a bit further. Where to begin? Ah yes.. Trish Stratus. The little blonde bitch from the world's most hated country, Canada. Where are all these damn Canadians coming from? They're popping out of the ground like daisies! Trish Stratus came out here running her trap about how Stacy Keibler needs to quit whining. The only reason why you're saying that, Trish, is because Stacy Keibler got screwed and you benefited from it! You're not fit to lick the dirt off my shoes and you were just handed the contendership for my title when you know damn well that it belongs to Stacy! The way I see it, Stacy has every single right to complain and the only right you have is the right and obligation to SHUT YOUR MOUTH! If you were screwed out your contendership you'd be whining so much that the whole PWA rosters ears would start bleeding, so I don't want to hear your shit anymore! One more word about that, and I'm personally coming after you myself and I won't wait until Fusion to do it, either! Oh, and Trish, I'd like to see you try and get Stacy arrested. You try that, and the only one here who's going to be whining is you. You'll be crying to Chris Jericho about how much your ass hurts. So don't even think about it. You're not smart enough for those kind of ideas. You call yourself the Energizer Bunny, Trish? Well, you know what I did to the Energizer Bunny? I smashed his ass against the wall and shut him up for good! Are you sure you still want to be that bunny? I didn't think so.. Shut the hell up. Now, as for Lita, I just want to make one thing clear. I've already made sure there is to be absolutely no interferance in this match.. So if your little Glow Worm, Jeff Hardy decides to play hero, your plans are going to fail. Don't think that just because you have a little faction going on now that you're invincible. The only faction here that is invincible is the McMahon-Helmsley faction, and it's going to stay that way for an extremely long time. I don't want to hear your Team Extreme speeches, or your Live For The Moment jargon. Nobody gives a shit about how extreme you are! The only extreme thing that people are going to notice is how high you fly when I throw your ass out of the ring on Fusion! I'd like to see Jeff Hardy help you out of that. Oh, and speaking of Jeff Hardy.. If you ever, EVER talk about my husband, Triple H like he is a speck of dirt again, you won't live to regret it. Do you have any idea how dangerous speech like that is? You're treading on thin ice already and you haven't even stepped in the ring once since you've been here. My husband could kick your ass on any given day with his hands tied behind his back and a blind fold over his eyes. Look at you, Jeff! You're a scrawny little bitch! I could blow on you and you'd fall over! You say Hunter's not as big as he seems to be? I think you've gotten a little too much paint in your eyes. Why don't you do us all a favor and go back to your glow sticks and raver parties because obviously, by the way you look and dress, that's really all you want to do anyways. Your wrestling skills are a joke, and so is your career. When you get gold under your belt, come back and maybe we'll talk.. But until then, and I know it'll never happen, SHUT THE HELL UP! And now I only have one thing left to say. Trish, Lita.. I want you to never forget this one thing. I WAS PUT ON THIS EARTH TO MAKE YOUR LIVES MISERABLE!!!
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