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Now and I listen and learn a true star and I'm finally gettin' my turn Stephanie McMahon comes out from behind the curtain to stand atop the ramp, surprising everyone for she's not standing idly beside her "client" Chris Jericho. No rather, Stephanie is standing by herself at the top of the ramp, looking over the crowd as they cheer for her.. naturally. This doesn't seem to phase her, for she walks down the ramp with her ever-present McMahon smirk. Climbing the stairs, she walks along the apron before throwing her arms to the side, signifying all that lies before her, could well be hers. Stepping through the bottom two ropes, she requests the microphone from a somewhat confused Lillian Garcia and stands in the midst of the ring as she listens for a moment to the cheers from the crowd, and occasional cat calls from those who stand in front of her at ringside. Wrinkling her nose to the thought of any men aside from her own, she shakes her head and brings the microphone to her lips. [::] Billion Dollar Beauty - Stephanie McMahon [::] Now I'm sure all of you are wondering, just what am I doing out here all by myself? A fan at ringside screams "Yeah without your leash!" and the fans who can hear this man begin to laugh as Stephanie fumes a bit, but takes a breath and decides to not let the peon get to her. [::] Billion Dollar Beauty - Stephanie McMahon [::] But the thing of it is! I am out here, to ensure that not only every woman in that locker room realizes the threat sitting under their noses.. but I'm here for another reason. And that is, Raw. Tonight, in this very ring! A man that I'm very familiar with... will be competing in his return match against none other than Bill Goldberg. That's right! I'm talking about, Chris Jericho. [crowd pops] Now, I'm not a rocket scientist... but quite frankly, when you look at a man like Chris Jericho... what do you see? You see perfection. You see athleticism like you've never seen before. This man, is truly the epidimy of entertainment. And how fitting is it, that tonight on Raw... he gets to take out the one man who's been a thorn in the side of professional wrestling since his debut? I say, that this move is genius and very befitting for the King of the World. However, this doesn't stop tonight here on Raw. Oh but no... you see, Randy Orton had the audacity. The sheer audacity! To claim that my client, Chris Jericho... was holding him down. Randy, you must have made the same excuses time and time again in school didn't you? Lay the blame on someone else. But you know something ironic Randy? The ironic thing is... you're right! It was completely Chris' fault. The crowd begins to boo at Stephanie vehemently, not agreeing with her sudden change of heart at all. She holds her hand up though, giving a smirk in the direction of the backstage area as if speaking directly to Orton. [::] Billion Dollar Beauty - Stephanie McMahon [::] Afterall Randy, it's NEVER your fault is it? If you can't get your car started, you blame Chris for faulty Japanese auto manufacturing. You blame Chris because you can't pull off a win. And you probably even blame Chris when you can't.... perform up to par. Face facts Randy, you? Are a nobody. A never will be. Chris Jericho, is one of the most charismatic showmen to ever grace a professional ring, and you? You pretend to be a world class athlete. You ride the coattails of people like Chris, and you even try to ride the coattails of your father Bob Orton. Well Randy, I hate to tell it to you, but your father's coat isn't going anywhere anymore. These new generation kids, not a one cares who your father was. Your father, as far as their concerned, is a nobody. Just. Like. You. And come Royal Rumble? I promise... no heh, better yet... I guarantee on MY father's legacy, that Chris Jericho? Is going to pin you one... two... three. Face it Randy. Kids like you come along a dime a dozen, but real men of Jericho's calibre come along once a century. Think about that before you start revvin' up engines that will ultimately cause you to crash and burn. On that final note, Stephanie's music cues back on again and she holds her hands in the air as the crowd roars in approval. Their anticipation for this match just got higher... |
W-L-D | 0-0-0 |
| People Used | Stephanie and Chris Jericho | |
| People Mentioned | Who knows | |
| Achievments | None... Yet | |
| OOC Notes: Well, this is kinda a new concept for me... to rp as someone's manager before even really debuting.. heh. But if anyone could do it, it'd be me. | ||