For me, and for shana, and all those people I always mention up here, and for Grace, because I know she'll read it even though she hates the characters. :) And especially for Kay, I hope you get wee soon, so we can read more of your wonderful stories:)
Gone (1/1)
by lirpa
It's hard to believe, really. these lasy few years I've given my life to this business and they don't want me anymore? They have to humiliate me by making me leave on national television, and having my soon to be ex-husband pin me? In front of everyone? They didn't leave me musch, but they could have at least left me my pride. Bu the fans wanted to see Stephanie humiliated, and the fans always get what they want. I'm Stephanie McMahon, dammit. My father owns half this company, they could have at least treated me with a little more respect. After all, everyone deserves respect, everyone but me, it seems. Can I blame them? Believe me, I've tried. I've called them all the nasty names I could think of, pouted, pleaded with Daddy, everything. And I still got kicked out of the business I grew up with. This business has always been like the sister I never had, Dad spent more time on the road than at home, and I'm going to miss it, more than any of those dimwit writes realize, more than any of the wrestlers realize either. To them I've always been Daddy's Little Girl, even when I got so tired of it I wanted to pull my hair out in frustration. But it never changed. I'll be ninety and dying before they realize that I'm not Daddy's Little Girl anymore, and I haven't been in a long, long time.
No one seems to notice though. They're all stuck three years in the past when I was Daddy's Little Girl, all sweet and innocent. Such an annoying little bitch, and she always, always, always got what she wanted. From daddy, and the company, and from everbody really. That's the thing though. Even that innocent little girl didn't want to be innocent, she just didn't have any real choice, any say in the matter at all, she had no choice, but then oppotunity came knocking, oppotunity in the form of Hunter Hearst Helmsley.
And everything was perfect, that sweet, innocent, young girl got to blossom into a diva, so what if she couldn't wrestle, so what if she cheated and sneaked, and threw away the rule book whenever she wanted. Who cared that the crowd thought she was a whiner.. For awhile she had it all. She had ka title, one that she didn't have to defend. She had a husband who was the champion, and friends who always, always, always agreed with her. She had a great marriage. She had it all, and she never even realized it. All she cared about was power. She thought power made the man, or rather, power made the woman. All she wanted was power, for two years she worked on accumulating all she could int he World Wrestling Federation. and then her brother presented he with an opportunity that she couldn't pass up.An opportunity for power thatw as too good, too succulent for her to let it slide by. So she reached out and grabbed it, and it cost hjer everything. Not at the beginning though. At the beginning it was great. She ran rampant over her father and his company. She was finally an extreme diva, she didn't wrestle, that was too much, but she could command some of the most extreme, daring, up and coming wrestlers in the federation. she could command a dozen men to carry out her wishes, obtain her revenge. It was like being Cleopatra for her, only with better perks.
All good things must evrntually end though, and Ecw's star burned out at Suvivor Series 2001. It was humiliating for her to be dragged out of the building, under the orders of her own father! But ishe found a way to come back; through her husband, the one she had married because the timing was right, and the sex was great, but for no other reason. She expected him to allow her to ride back in on his coattails, so to speak. And he did, but their marriage began to fall apart, and shem played a desperate gamble, and she lost. Nad she lost the husband she had only begun to realize meant more than a convienent source of great sex. She lost everything ishe had worked for for the last two years, watched it all wash a way in a rain of tears, tears of sadness and of anger. Sometimes she was so angry she couldn't even think straight. Other times she was so sad she couldn't even get up in the morning. But the anger won, as anger is wont to do, and she set out on a foolish course of revenge. She joined forces with hism enemy, an man that had beenk her greatest foe as well, until then that was.
But she put her pat hatred aside and she joined forces with him. She tried to pull him through Wrestlemania, but she failed. And he blamed her for his losing, even though she'd done all she could.
And to make matters worse the draft was announced, guaranteeing that she had to gamblem again. This time with her precious career, the one she'd given blood, sweat, and tears to regain. And it was obvious that the odds were not in her favour, especially after she had Daddy make it a Triple Threat, but she thought she could win.
When her partner turned on her, and put her in the Walls of Jericho, she was crushed. She had really trusted him, thought he'd keep her around, but she found out that he hated her as much as the rest of the lockerroom. More, maybe. And she couldn't think, couldn't fell, and she let herself be pinned, and she tired to hold onto the ring, but she was dragged out of the arens to the cheers of the fans. They were so happy to se her go. So happy. And that hurt her too. And because of that she became me, and all I can do is relive the fact that I'm gone, that they were happy to see me go. I'm Stephanie McMahon dammit, they shouldn't be able to get rid of me that easily, I should have been irreplaceable. But I'm not, I'm just gone. And I'm not even stephanie McMahon anymore, I'm just Stephanie. Stephanie McMahon, World Wrestling Federation diva is gone. Gone like the wind, gone like smoke, just gone. She's, I'm, just gone.