Billion Dollar Princess

Stephanie's thoughts

Why is it that everyone is jealous of the Billion Dollar Princess?

Because all the little people just wish they had the beauty or the brains to handle being the dominant female in a federation like UPW.

The Recap

Last week, UPW Diva's General Manager had enough. Ready to abandon the UPW, Stephanie McMahon received some advice from a close friend that made her exercise the activation clause in her contract. So giving up a position of power in the Diva's division for a slot on the roster, Stephanie is out to prove that she is the most Dominant Female in the federation by working her way up from the bottom.

And if that wasn't enough, Stephanie angered her new boss, Dawn Marie. So maybe starting at the bottom might have hurt the Billion Dollar Princess. Will genetics overcome bad blood? Only time will tell and right now, IT'S HER TIME!

The Roleplay

The sign outside of a local spa shows it to be the Wellness Center, an exclusive spa. The outside is a neat brownstone, the wrought iron railing leading to a stain glass window of a door. Moving inside, soft zen like music is heard as a feng shui garden of white sand is the focal point of the room. It is lit with artificial sunlight that gleams dully on the black onyx stones placed in it.

Moving into a room, a chair back can be seen, beside it a long frosty glass of ice tea sits on a side table. Reaching past the chair back, an arm in revealed which picks up the glass and brings it out of view. Moving half way around the chair reveals a brunette whose face is hidden by the curtain of her own hair. Delicate fingers hold the straw as the woman drinks slowly. She pulls the drink away and speaks quietly.

The Woman in the Chair To quote Mel Brooks, it's good to be the King. To coin a phrase of my own, it's better to be the Billion Dollar Princess.

The woman smiles the now familiar Billion Dollar smirk as she looks out the side of her eyes as the view changes by moving right in front of her. She smiles more as she sets the drink down. Sitting there beside her is a manicurist who had walked in only a moment ago pushing a little cart towards the chair where Stephanie is sitting, her feet in a warm pulsating foot bath before her pedicure that she is here for. The manicurist gets to work as Stephanie sits back relaxing. She again starts to speak, seeming to speak to the manicurist who has her head down, engrossed in her work.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess After last week's fiasco at the American Airlines Arena in Dallas Texas, I have to say that I made the right career choice for me. I stepped away from that no talent blow up doll that calls herself the CEO of the Divas, Dawn Marie and entered the ranks of competitors. With my keen McMahon business sense, I knew that she would do nothing but drag me down if I had stayed General Manager. So I did the smart thing...I activated my active status as a wrestler and gave up my position in the administration. Smart on my part why, you may ask? Simply put, that means I remain in the public eye of staff here, and I don't get painted with the same dirty filth brush that seems to paint Dawn Marie whereever she goes.

Stephanie looks down as the woman is massaging the foot of the pampered woman. Stephanie smirks more as she enjoys the foot massage. Her eyes close slowly as a hum of pleasure escapes her. The manicurist moves to the other foot in the foot bath and sets it on her lap, massaging Steph's foot in the soft and warm fluffy towel resting there. Stephanie wiggles the toes of the previously massaged foot and she opens her eyes and begins to speak again.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess I of course realize that I more than likely burned one or two bridges with a certain DIVA CEO but believe me, it was well worth it to see her start flaming at the show...especially when she found out that she hadn't gotten rid of the Billion Dollar Princess after all. I am a McMahon damnit and you know genetics prove that I am a success in whatever I do.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess Well what I am doing now is starting at the bottom and I will show the world that I am a self made woman. I will walk over any and all women in this federation until I am on top, the natural place for a McMahon. ON TOP and wearing the UPW Women's title around my perfect waist. And that is where the tag team tournament comes into affect. You see, all the divas were put into teams and they will or have to work together if they want to move on towards the gold. Now the teamings were random, no one would know who they would have to work with. I didn't know who was going to be teamed with me until the card was announced. Dawn Marie took great pleasure in ensuring that I didn't know. And when I finally got a look at the card, I could almost hear her ditzy laughter as I read who my partner was and who we would have to face.

Stephanie gasps as the manicurist begins her pedicure and cuts the pampered McMahon slightly. Glaring down at the woman, Stephanie gives her a hard look as the woman turns white. Stephanie sighs like the weight of the world is on her shoulder, like sadly this poor woman couldn't live up to even being able to touch Stephanie's feet. The manicurist is mumbling apologies as she stops the slight drop of blood. Stephanie waves at her feet and motions for the woman to continue. Taking a sip of the ice tea, Stepanie relaxes back again once more.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess As I was saying...I saw the card and the first look at my partner. The wife of one Tommy Dreamer, Beulah. Well needless to say, she just got a free ride on the McMahon express that should make her fall to her knees and thank that good lord above that she gets to team up with the Billion Dollar Princess. I am certainly going to take her far in this little tournament. I am going to take her to the edge of greatness...

Stephanie is interrupted by a small cough from the manicurist who is holding four different shades of pink nailpolish for Stephanie to choose from. Looking down, she studies each one finally settling for cotton candy pink over bubblegum pink. Ignoring the woman, Stephanie again begins to talk out loud over the head of the manicurist.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess But changing the subject from Beulah to the two divas that we face across the squared circle, Beulah and I have gotten a rather easy go of it. Pamela Paulshock and The Kat. What can I say about that? I thought that the way I pissed off Dawn Marie, I was sure she was going to be hard on me. I guessed wrong. After all, with the opponents that I was given, I have no choice but to dominate. And I will because I am facing an interviewer from WCW and a pussy.

A gasp from the woman in front of her gets a snarled "what" from Stephanie. The lady says in a spanish accent that she can't talk like that. Stephanie just laughs.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess Listen, I am a McMahon, I can talk anyway I want to talk. Now where was I? Oh yeah, the poser and the pussy. First off the pussy...get that woman out of the way.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess The Kat...you know, I sat and read your record when I was the GM. I saw the skills you possessed. The matches you have been part of and the successes you have had, and I saw a woman that basically dominated whereever she worked...well, after that sad showing in WWF when you won the women's title. As a Chyna wannabe. I have just one word for that...PATHETIC! Everyone knows that I have the second longest ever women's title reign in the WWF slash E. No one other than Moolah dominated more but then again...I faced every challenge to my belt and defeated some of the best women in the federation. Then you were let go from WWE and disappeared or so we thought. But I heard rumors about you...you were in an underground catfighter club, hooking on the corner of Hollywood and Vine, until the truth came out. You were back in wrestling after getting some training and stopped spending all your time on your back. You got yourself some skills and a vicious streak, and I can respect that. However, and this is the sad part, for all your skills and all your viciousness, they are nothing when they go up against the genetics of being a McMahon. I have the breeding to be the best, I have the drive to dominate, I AM STEPHANIE MCMAHON DAMNIT! Now that isn't to say you don't have a chance...no no no...you stand the same chance as say...a snowball in hell...or maybe a Krispy Kreme in a police station. I guess when I said that you had a chance, I was wishful thinking because right now, I am saying that you have no chance in hell of getting past Beulah and I this week. Bottom line.

The manicurist finishes with a soft breath of air across the toes of Steph then puts her feet down. Looking up at the brunette, she nods that she is finished and stands to push the small cart of her equipment out of the room, stopping at the doorway to let Ms. McMahon that her masseur would be there soon. Leaving the room, the manicurist doesn't see Stephanie stand up and move towards the massage table, the frosted glass covering her from chest to mid thigh as she pulls off the robe and lets it drop. Outside of the room, a good looking blond man is seen talking to a muscular man who is dressed in a spa tshirt and carrying a basket of oils. The cockiness that is heard from him, there can be only one King of Bling Bling...Chris Jericho. He seems to have stopped the masseur and is holding his hand out for the basket of oils. The masseur is seen shaking his head at Y2J who just gives him a look.

Chris Jericho: The King of the World Listen jerky, don't make me have to tell you again. That woman in there is private property and I don't think that any other hands besides mine should be touching that skin. After all, she is a McMahon and that means the best. And you are looking at it assclown.

The masseur gives him a once over. Jericho is dressed in a tight Fozzy tshirt and jeans. With a cocky smirk, he again holds out his hand for the oils which the masseur tries to keep away from him. Jericho has had enough and just reaches and grabs for them as the masseur just looks surprised. Once the oils are in his hand, Jericho points in the opposite direction, sending the masseur away. Turning to the room he rubs his hands together and moves to go inside. Once inside, he finds Stephanie laid out on her stomach, only a small towel covering her derriere and a headset over her ears. With a chuckle to himself, he moves to stand behind her out of her view then pours a measure of oil in his palm, warming it a little. The scent of vanilla fills the room as he slowly rubs his oiled hands along the back of Stephanie slowly which brings a soft moan from the billion dollar princess.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess Mmmm...that feels sooo good

Chris Jericho: The King of the World ~in a fake accent~ Yes eet does feel good.

Stephanie lets her eyes close slowly as she puts herself in the hand of the masseur and just begins to talk once more to herself.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar PrincessEnough about Kat...that subject just rubs me the wrong way. And thinking of the other woman in that team just makes my blood boil. Pamela Paulshock...an interviewer like Terri Runnels or Mark Lloyd. No talent, nothing. What has she ever done in a ring? Besides foul it up? I heard stories you know, about how she was more than just an interviewer. How she won a PPV Bikini contest. Big deal...a PPV Bikini Contest...I was winning matches at WWE pay per views. Drawing higher numbers and better coverage. She's T and A...I am success personified. There isn't any one on this roster that is even worthy enough to touch the ground that I walk on in my Prada pumps. Sadly I will have to step in that ring on the show and I will have to figure out some way to make the match something more than the borefest that it is going to be.

Stephanie smiles as the hands on her back relax her more then move down her back to teasingly stroke along the small of her back. Smiling, she glances backwards and sighs with pleasure.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess You are very good at that Chris...almost as good as you wrestle.

Chris Jericho: The King of the World You think so Princess? Then I must be damn good because I am one of the best that the UPW has ever...EEEVVVVVVVEEER seen. So you like this baby?

Stephanie nods slowly as she arches her back. Slowly, she half turns and smiles up at Jericho with her familiar smirk as she holds a towel over her chest.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess Yes I do Chris..what would you say to me hiring you as my personal masseur?

Chris Jericho: The King of the World Yeah right...Princess, you can't afford me. Now turn over and lets get this massage finished...

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess Hey, you can't boss me around, I am Stephanie McMahon!

Chris Jericho: The King of the World I can't boss ya around huh? We'll see about that...

Jericho begins to tickle Stephanie who dissolves into giggles then breathless laughter as she tries to fight him off. Finally, he lets his hand move along the hip of Stephanie as he leans down over her with a smirk.

Chris Jericho: The King of the World You gonna turn over now?

Completely turning over, she leans up on her elbows and softly plants a kiss on Chris, her fingers tangling in his hair to hold him close. Pulling away only slightly, she smirks back.

Stephanie McMahon: The Billion Dollar Princess How's that?

Chris Jericho: The King of the World ~laughing softly Oh that's much better Princess...

Stephanie's throaty laugh joins his as she pulls him back towards her, her hand snaking along his back as she lays back enjoying the "massage" of his hand along her hip as the view changes to the window showing the outside world.

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