Distribution: If you want it, you’ve got it, just let me know where.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Although I wouldn’t be adverse to waking up on Christmas Day, or my birthday or any other day ending in a Y to find a blonde Canadian male of the pro wrestling variety in my bed. Oh yeah, Better sung by the Screaming Jets.
Feedback: Is the Pope Catholic? Do Steph & Chris belong together? Am I certifiably insane, but lacking the certificate? Lemme think… Um… YES! I’m known as the Feedback Whore for a reason people.
Dedication: I’m in an extremely sentimental mood (and slightly drunk) at the moment, so this going out from ‘the evil list Mommie’ to Scatts, Trace and Fel. Oh and all of this type of fics are dedicated to my darling falln whether it’s specified or not.
You still didn't know what happened, when you knocked upon my door. The things you had and the life you lived, all the dreams you had before.
You came to my hotel r oom, late that night, still in the dress that made you look like a fairy tale princess. I was surprised you came to me, I was just an ex who’d turned against you like so many others. But then you told me I was the only one you felt comfortable coming to. I remember rocking you in my arms as you opened your heart to me. You spoke of your childhood, of all the material things that had thrust upon and the emotional needs that still haven’t been satisfied. How your wedding had been a dream come true, turned into a nightmare and how you’d tried to make the best of a bad situation.
Your eyes, your face, your heart and soul, you know they said it all.
What happened on that day back then, the moment hurt us all
I’ve seen so many expressions on your face. Fear, pride, happiness, sadness, love, hate, elation, disappointment. Most of them have been directed at me at one time or another. But I’d never seen anything like the look of complete and utter misery you were wearing that night. I tried every thing I could, but nothing I could say would convince you that it was him who was responsible for this, not you. Just one small thing started this and the ramifications have reached far and wide. In just one minute lives were destroyed and hearts were broken. I know I never recovered from it.
Now you can see the reason why not everyone's the same,
But you don't have to please them, or try hard to save your name.
People loved you for your behaviour and reactions after the divorce, but people also hated you for it. You’re a lot more world wise now than you were two years ago and you understand more about the way things really are. You’re in the unenviable position of ‘damned if you do, damned if you don’t.’ You’ll never be able to make everyone happy, so don’t bother trying. You can be anyone, anything you want to be. You can remain in the limelight, or become a recluse if you so desire. You are your own woman now and you don’t have to justify yourself to anyone. Not even me.
They say you'd never get anywhere
Well, they don't care and it's just not fair,
But you know and I know better.
Yes I do.
According to your critics, you were nothing but a spoiled princess until you got married and now your divorce you’ll go back to that role. They claim you’ll never be able to look after yourself, that you’ll always need a man to do it for you. We both know differently. We’re the only ones who know that growing up as the Billion Dollar Princess means developing survival skills. Those skills where honed during the ‘Era’ and now you’ll get to put them into practice properly. I have complete confidence in your ability to go it alone and if there’s any trouble, all you have to do is call me and I’ll be at your side.
Well the weeks go by and you wonder why, is this really true?
Your heart said no but your feelings showed the whole thing you never knew
You put on such a brave face, but I could see the confusion in your eyes and hear the pain in your voice. You really couldn’t believe it was happening. Although you’d denied it to me, you’d fallen in love with him somewhere along the line and believed he loved you. You just couldn’t believe this was happening, that he’d left you for another woman, and not only was he leaving, he’d been carrying on an affair with her the entire time you’d been married. You suddenly realized that despite two years of marriage, you barely knew him at all.
You and I, we knew deep down that this ain't really you.
We always knew that it would work out right, and we could start anew.
Watching you standing in the ring at his side, pretending making my life hell. We put on a convincing show, everyone was certain that we hated each other. But you always knew that I never meant a word of it, that I was only saying those things to make sure that no matter what, you’d be thinking of me. There was never any doubt in my mind that the cold hearted bitch you came across as was just an act. You tried to talk to me after the wedding but I didn’t want to know. I was afraid that words would screw things up and I believed that if we were meant to be together, then when the time was right, for whatever reason, we’d end up in each others arms and be able to start again.
Now you can see the reason why not everyone's the same,
But you don't have to please them, or try hard to save your name.
They say you'd never get anywhere.
Well, they don't care and it's just not fair, but you know and I know
better.
I had them all fooled. Everyone from your parents to your now ex husband. Even you had no idea. You thought I was just angry with you. I came out week after week, calling you every name under the sun, doing everything I could think of to get under your skin. It worked too. Then just when I thought you understood what was really going on, you took up with that Olympic ass clown. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I got a friend of mine to encourage him, knowing that would give me the chance to kick his ass.
Things ain't always what they seem, so wake up man get outta your dream.
Things ain't always what they seem so wake up.
Things ain't always what they seem, wake up man, your in my dream, things
ain't always....
I tried to hide my true feelings, but then at King of the Ring last year, they
got the better of me and I kissed you. It had been no secret that I’d been
interested in you before you got married and everyone assumed that I was bitter
and jealous. They were right, but that wasn’t the whole story. They had no
idea of the truth, nobody did. It was easy to hide it; all I had to do was keep
denying it to myself. It was simple to convince people that I hated you. It was
the obvious answer for my behavior, easy to believe. Nobody would’ve been able
to handle the truth – that Chris Jericho insulted Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley
so much was because he had fallen in love with her.
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