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Billion Dollar Bitch
Given any situation, an underdog is always born. This underdog... No matter how small, somehow always finds themselves the victor. Too bad for Stacy and Randy, they were counting against the Billion Dollar Princess.
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  Scene One
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- An Anticipated Arrival -
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A camera awakens on an empty concrete slab. Small clicking sounds are heard, as the camera revives itself and pans upward, scanning down a long desolate hallway as the clicking of high heels is the culprit of the noise. Stephanie McMahon herself rounds a corner, dressed in a business suit with her long brown hair straightened and parted neatly. In her hand, she carries a manila folder and sports a pretty happy look on her face. She stops in front of a closed door, and the nameplate reads "Chris Jericho and Stephanie McMahon" in gold lettering upon a black background. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she readies herself to enter the room, but is interrupted on such a simple task, by Terri Runnels who's standing with a microphone in hand, sporting her own camera crew.
[::] "Raw Sex" Terri Runnels [::] Stephanie! May I get a word?
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] Sure, I don't see why not…
[::} "Raw Sex" Terri Runnels [::] First of all, how do you feel about Chris winning his return match against Goldberg?
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] How do you think I feel? I feel fantastic knowing that Chris went out there and did the job he promised he'd do. He showed everyone, exactly why he is one of the best wrestlers of our industry, and the top performer here at RHW. I mean, you even heard the awards show earlier right? Who walked away with top honors for the year? Chris Jericho. Terri, there is no doubt in my mind of Chris' greatness. And that's going to be proven again come Royal Rumble.
[::] "Raw Sex" Terri Runnels [::] Do you honestly believe Chris can beat Randy Orton after an assault like that?
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] Of course he can Terri. If anybody could make such a comeback story, it's Chris. Haven't you noticed that? Anything Chris sets himself out to do, he does it and he does it well. Randy Orton needs to realize, unlike the poolside locker rooms and the night clubs he goes around to every night, his little boy looks aren't going to phase a man like Chris. If anything, it'll be more fuel to add to his fire to break that face in, and give that "legend killer" a lesson in toying with greatness.
[::] "Raw Sex" Terri Runnels [::] They say that behind every good man, there's a good woman... What do you think about Stacy and Randy's sudden uh… involvement?
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] As long as Stacy steers clear of this matter, and realizes that this is between us and Randy... I think that everything will work out just fine.
[::] "Raw Sex" Terri Runnels [::] Um, Miss McMahon, you do realized you're already scheduled in a tag team match against Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler alongside your partner... Chris Jericho right?
Stephanie freezes in place, shock setting in that she of all people, must get in the ring and wrestle. Shaking her head briefly, she looks at Terri with a smile.
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] Really Terri, you're hilarious... We've got to do lunch sometime!
Before Terri can say another word, Stephanie opens the locker room door and quickly steps inside to prevent another onslaught of questions. Leaning back against the closed door, she sighs heavily and slaps her palm against the door itself.
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] An inter-gender tag team match? What the hell are they thinking? Why am I being lowered to someone like Stacy Kiebler? What's she going to do? Choke me with those rubbery little twigs she calls legs? Heh, better yet… she'll poke my eye out with her ribs.
Speaking of body quips, Stacy Keibler is jawing away on the microphone as Jericho's left the monitor on in their locker room. Stephanie raises an eyebrow, looking at the monitor half-interested as Stacy's nasal voice becomes nails-on-chalkboard annoying.
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] Really? I could use some training? Last I saw, she was the one getting her face mopped on the floor…
Stephanie walks across the room, seating herself on the white leather couch and plopping the manila envelope to her side as she shakes her head back and forth.
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] Yep.. Go on Stace. Make excuses.
She does just as Stephanie says, babbling and bitching about how Lana Star had an "advantage" and nothing more. How charisma makes you more athletic. Things that a… well cheerleader would assume! Stephanie laughs a bit, becoming amused at this little twig with hair throwing a mild level temper tantrum in the ring. Her comical fit becomes long winded, as she transfers from her opponent on Monday Night, to the woman who punked her into oblivion last week on Raw, Trish Stratus. Stephanie quickly bores of the lame "I'm prettier" insults, and nears herself to turning the monitor off. However, Stacy realizes she's gotten off subject for an ego boost, and heads back to Stephanie herself. Steph sighs, shaking her head at the misfit in front of her.
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] Something tells me, that Stace just won the grand prize. She gets to feel the wrath of a McMahon…
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  Scene Two
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- Beginnings Brought by Ignorance -
"All Grown Up" by Tamika Talbot (yes! The lovely singer has a name dammit) comes onto the PA system as the fans eagerly cheer for someone they actually give two bits about. They cheer, magnetically almost as the cheers seem to get louder and louder as she gets closer to the ring. Climbing the stairs, the referee props the ropes open for her as she climbs into the ring in a non-slutty, Stacy Kiebler manner. Holding her hands in the air, the crowd gives her her applause as Lillian graciously forks over the microphone. Stephanie nods and smiles to her before bringing up the microphone casually.
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] Well… ladies and gentlemen. Provided you're still awake after hearing that bedtime story from Stacy… I have a fed corrections to make before that little "tale" hits the desk for publishing! For one thing, Stace.. You've got it all wrong! The training center isn't for kids who've got no potential… it's to prove that people like YOU weren't meant for this industry!
The crowd pops minorly for this statement, either in agreement, or simply wanting to see the two women "fightin' like bitches".
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] All you do, is whine.. Bitch.. And moan about how things didn't run your way. Honey, what are you doing even booked in a wrestling match? Really! You're nothing but skin and bones… one hard bump and you're shelved for weeks with a herniated disk or a concussion. Going to the gym is a burden for you, because you know that one… that's not your place to be in anyway, two… you don't care win or lose anymore, because you're wandering around riding Randy Orton like a meat train to the top, and three? Well honey, from what I can tell… you SHOULDN'T work out. You can't stand to lose any more of your chest than you already have. I mean really Stacy, I think it's cute how you stand up for Randy against Chris. He'll need someone to stroke his ego after he gets laid out at Royal Rumble next Sunday! But that's not the point of this coming match on Raw. Ohhh but no. You see Stacy, you can go around and throw the petty school girl insults all you want. That only proves to everyone here, that your knowledge about this industry? Is zero. Your knowledge about me? Is zero. All I do is sit around eating hm? Completely neglect my managerial duties for Chris. Forget the fact that while you were stuck watching Randy Orton zone out to a completely hideous movie… I was out scouting Randy's tapes for Chris. Getting details for next Sunday. You're not even worthy to be called a manager… you're nothing more than eye candy!
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] "Great talents" huh..? Honey, you keep those little girl insults comin'. Really. Because sooner or later, you're going to realize that maybe insults aren't the way to win a wrestling match. I haven't seen you lift anything heavier than Randy's well… "talent" lately. And, no offense? But that's not really pumping iron now is it? Maybe pencil lead…
Steph smirks, chuckling a bit to herself as the crowd erupts into laughter, loving the innuendous statement coming from a rather well put together lady.
[::] Beauty Personified - Stephanie McMahon [::] Seriously now though… Stacy, I didn't have a problem with you. Honestly! You can ask Terri yourself. But you? Invaded… my life. You defiled the name, of McMahon. Now you can like my family, or you can hate their absolute GUTS… but Stacy? If it hadn't been for my father, and my family? You wouldn't be working here princess. You would have been left to the dogs when WCW folded, and may not have even been hired. Why? Because you Nitro girls were a sad, pathetic excuse to draw in ratings because my dad's company killed Ted Turner's WCW. You'd be a second rate cheerleader for a THIRD rate team. Now? You're a magazine covergirl. You're a model for lingere. You're one of America's number one postergirls. And how? Because of MY father. Your boytoy Randy Orton? Would have been passed over at some no name independent federation, had his father not been friends with mine. Had his relatives not worked for my family. This industry? Has been a legacy in my life since day one. Ever since I was 12 years old, I've been involved in this business, in my dad's company. No Stacy, my family isn't America's poster pinup for the perfect "American Dream" but you know something? My family has accomplished more, and gotten through more things as a unit than some entire countries could do. We built up a multi-billion dollar company straight from the GROUND. But what's funny? What really makes me laugh? Is that you, Stacy? You have the nerve to call me out, about intertwining my life with this business. You can call my bluff, for pulling the moves I did… that kept YOU with a job. That kept you from being fired and left to dry like those other WCW twits. I sacrificed my privacy, my life, in order to keep the company I lived and breathed for, the leading edge in sports entertainment. You? You danced. You shook your butt, you wiggled your non-existent chest to a dead audience, and you brought in a paycheck… working for an industry that my father took from little cities… to mainstream superstardom. Had it not been for him? WCW? Would have never existed. Stacy… you don't mess with greatness. And like it, or hate it… McMahons? Are truly those who personify greatness to it's highest echelon.
With that, Stephanie holds her head up high and hands the microphone back to Lillian with a slight smirk crossing her face. Yes, it's that ever present... ever trademark, McMahon look.