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it ^_^
This story takes place after NO WAY OUT Sunday February 17th.
Author's Note (to be removed after Feb 17th): Yes, I know NO WAY OUT hasn't happened yet. Let's just pretend it did ^_^
Triple H stood in the ring. It was Monday night, and he had successfully defeated Kurt Angle 24 hours ago, despite the interference of his estranged wife, Stephanie, who had been playing referee until a mis-timed dropick from Angle had knocked her out cold. Her replacement - Senior Referee Earl Hebner - had run in and called the match a bit more fairly from there on.
"Last night, Steph," Triple H spoke into the microphone, "I proved to EVERYONE that I AM the game! I proved to your lover, Kurt, that I could kick his ass any where, any time, any day. And yes, you heard right - I called him your lover! You see, I figured it out, Steph. You've been playing with 'Cute Kurt' behind my back! Did you really think I was that stupid? I've seen the way you've looked at him! I've seen the way you've talked to him, flirted with him, and even KISSED him once on national television! I'm the Game, Steph. You REALLY don't wanna play me!"
Suddenly, 'No Chance in hell' blared through the arena. Stephanie appeared on the rampway, a sneer on her usually lovely face, "You haven't figured ANYTHING out, Hunter!" She hissed, "There was NEVER anything going on between me and Kurt!" Stephanie spoke with conviction, and slowly her sneer became a mischevious smirk, "No. Never me and Kurt. It was me ..... and CHRIS!"
Hunter glared at her, "Chris?" he asked, "Who the hell is Chris? What, Chris Kanyon? Chris Benoit? Chris WHO, Steph?" he let out a small laugh, "Oh, I know... Chris Jer---" he stopped as he noticed the smirk on Stephanie's face widening. Triple H's voice became a low growl, his fury uncontrollable now. Of all people! "Chris JERICHO?" Stephanie's smirk was now a full-fledged evil smile, "The man who called you a filthy, dirty, disgusting, skanky, brutal, bottomfeeding, trashbag ho'? The man who I fought numerous times to defend YOUR honour? The man you HATED with EVERY fiber of your BEING?!" Triple H began to shake with rage.
"HATE?" Stephanie barked, "Oh, I hated him alright! I hated the way he looked at me when I accompianied you to ringside. I hated the way my skin prickled when he dared to lay a hand on me. I hated the thoughts that went through my mind when he kissed me at King of the Ring and SummerSlam. I hated the way he invaded my dreams every night! Oh, and Hunter..." she added, "I hated that I NEVER felt any of those things when I was with YOU!"
Jericho's music drowned out any response Triple H may have had. Y2J came up behind Stephanie, placing his arms around her as the crowd grew deafening.
The Undisputed Champion narrowed his eyes and grinned arrogantly as he made a show of holding Stephanie close.
Vince McMahon came out behind Jericho, looking as proud as a peacock. McMahon's corporate champion - no -UNDISPUTED corporate champion, was now part of the family.
Jericho took the mic from Stephanie, "Well Trip, it looks like you got played YET AGAIN! And unfortunately for you, and all the fans here, the WWF will never eeeeeever be the same again!" he said.
The trio then offered Triple H one last glare as they made their way back to the dressing room area.
Far away, a fiddle could be heard as Triple H's world burned.
THE END
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