Title: Wedding of the Year
Author: Kat Canuck
Email: Kat_FactGime@yahoo.com
Distribution: Flights.
Disclaimer: If I owned anyone in the WWE, I wouldn’t be here right now… as for Amanda, I borrowed her without her knowledge… LoL
Note: I was bugging Amanda a few weeks back and promised her a story… I hope it hits the spot.
“I’m not sure about this anymore,” Hunter told Amanda as the two of them walked one of the numerous paths that criss-crossed the luxurious grounds.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m about to marry a woman for all the wrong reasons… I think…”
“All the wrong reasons? Don’t you mean money, power and success?”
“Yes… shouldn’t I marry for love?”
“No… love is wholly overrated… you should marry for money, power and success. I mean, look how much fucking Stephanie got you so far… because you didn’t want to just be the Intercontinental champion, she got that belt scrapped and brought back the WCW title from the mothballs, all for you… I mean, she didn’t do all of that for nothing, did she?” Amanda asked, tilting her head toward Hunter.
“No… I guess not…”
“Oh come on Hunter… who are you in love with that would be better for your career than Stephanie McMahon?”
“Well, the girl I love wouldn’t do much for my career but I would be willing to retire for her and spend every waking moment doing whatever I can to make her happy,” Hunter said, stopping dead in his tracks and turning to Amanda, his eyes going deep into hers and squeezing her fingers.
“Retiring? Well, I have never heard anything more ridiculous,” Amanda giggled, “come on, let’s get going… you have to get into your tux and I have to get into my maid of honor dress.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind the puce?” Stephanie asked her friend Amanda as she pulled on her maid of honor dress.
“Oh of course I don’t mind.”
“It’s just that it washes your coloring out completely… you look like a wilted flower.”
“It’s ok Stephanie, who cares if I look like crap? Today is your day and… I just want to make it the very best day possible for you.”
“You are the best.”
“I know.”
“So, what did Hunter have to say… or does he even want me to know about it?”
“Oh, he said something about not wanting you to know but I don’t believe in keeping secrets from people who love each other.”
“He said that? That he loved me, I mean?”
“How could he not love you? I mean, you’re Stephanie McMahon!”
“I know… but I’m a bad dresser, have no class and I can’t write a decent script for shit."
“True… but still, you have your good sides.”
“I do?”
“Sure… I mean… you have great breasts…”
“Aw Mandy,” Stephanie giggled before running into her friend’s arms, “you like them?”
“Oh yeah… they look so nice. I’m almost jealous.”
“Daddy got them for me… they’re the Pamela Anderson ones…”
“Pamela only wishes she looked at good as you.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Thank you so much!”
Stephanie hugged Mandy again and the maid of honor had to push her away as she almost suffocated from having her face trapped between the boobies that never moved. But instead of being mad, she laughed.
“Do you, Hunter Heart Helmsley, take Stephanie McMahon to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, forsaking all others, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, from this day forward, till death do you part?”
Hunter paused for a moment and turned to Amanda who was about a foot behind him and Stephanie, carefully rearranging the folds of the bride’s dress. She smiled up at him and nodded in encouragement. but he kept on staring at her, mouthing something to her. She shrugged in response and pointed to Stephanie. But then, he waved her over, ignoring the priest and his confused bride-to-be.
“What are you doing?” Amanda hissed at him.
“I love you… not her… I want to marry you!”
“You are so silly! Stephanie’s the right one for you, not me… now say I do and stop being so silly!”
“Fine,” Hunter said sullenly before turning to the priest, “I do.”
“Perfect!” Amanda said, giving Steph a thumbs up.
“Ah… good,” the priest said with a frown as he had heard the whispered conversation between the groom and the maid of honor, “Uh… and do you, Stephanie McMahon, take this man, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, forsaking all others, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, from this day forward, till death do you part?”
“I do!”
“Uh… he loves another woman.”
“We know,” Amanda, Hunter and Stephanie all said at the same time.
“And you’re all ok with that?”
“No,” Hunter said sullenly, just as Stephanie and Amanda chimed in with a gleeful yes.
“That’s sick but hey, it’s your wedding. I hereby declare thee husband and wife. Hunter, you have to kiss the bride.”
Hunter made a face and kissed Stephanie’s cheek. But she wasn’t having any of that and displaying a strength no one would have suspected, she grabbed her husband and landed a long and forceful kiss on him that ended with him falling to his knees, his eyes crossing, “I love Stephanie…"
It was Amanda’s cue to scream at the top of her lungs…
Amanda jerked up in her bed, her screams dying in her throat. Sweaty strands of hair stuck to her neck and forehead and numerous rivulets of sweat ran down her back. She furiously rubbed her eyes, trying to burn the images of her nightmare from her mind, but failing. Still she saw Hunter on his knees in front of the priest, looking at his new wife, a look of surprised lust on his face.
“Babe… are you ok?” asked a voice that came from the body that was attached to the hand that was rubbing her back.
“Uh…”
“Had that dumb nightmare again?”
“Yeah…”
“I am going to kill Kat for coming up with that little comic strip from hell.”
“It was funny…”
“Yeah, it was but it’s been two weeks and you’re still waking up screaming at the top of your lungs.”
“So it was frightening too… but the thought of you actually marrying that… I would spend my whole life screaming.”
Hunter chuckled and drew his fiancée into his arm and proceeded to ply his skills at making her scream… with delight…