Let me start by introducing myself, my name is Shawn J. I work as a writer for the World Wrestling Federation. I've been working for the WWF since 1996, back when Raw was an hour long show and WCW was kicking our asses in the ratings. Myself and a team of top notch writers, including Vince Russo, turned the WWF into the powerhouse it is today. If anyone knew about all the wild situations that take place backstage and all the office politics of the WWF, all it's programming would have to be aired on Playboy. Being a writer for the company, I have more stories about the racier side of business because I play a big part in who makes it on Smackdown! and who is seen hanging out in the locker room on Jakked. After Vince McMahon, I'm the man that you don't want to cross.
Anyway, on TV there has been a lot of changes in the company. The buyout of WCW and ECW, the invasion of the Alliance and so on. Backstage however has gotten more exciting, well it has for me anyway. With all the new women arriving in the company and the established women wanting to make sure that they keep their spots, it has definitely been very exciting for me lately.
If you're a diehard wrestling fan like I was growing up, you know all the women in the company. As of now the ladies roster goes as follows: Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, Lita, Trish, Torrie, Stacy, Terri, Molly, Ivory, Jacqueline, Debra and Jazz. At any given time, I may receive a call from any of these ladies regarding what's going on with their characters and they always give me their suggestions on what they think their characters should do in certain situations. Out of all these women, you would think that Stephanie would be the last one to call or approach me about her character. I mean she is the bosses daughter, I'm not an idiot. That's what I wanna tell you about today, my encounter with the bosses daughter.
About 9 months ago, Triple H tore his quadriceps and would definitely be on the shelf for a while. Why is this important you ask? This is important because Stephanie was Triple H's valet, everytime he was on TV she was on TV. Pretty soon Stephanie was "The Billion Dollar Princess" and "Daddy's Little Girl." She was the woman everyone loved to hate. The most dominant woman in Sports Entertainment. That all changed when Triple H went down. With no TV time in her near future, Stephy called me up asking if I could meet her at company headquarters in Connecticut. I'd been there before to meet with her, Shane, Vince and Jim Ross but for some reason something felt a little strange.
I arrived for our "meeting" about 15 minutes late, traffic was unusually slow. I went right up to Stephy's office and found her sitting at her desk going over some papers. "Sorry I'm late, traffic was a mess."
"No problem," she answered with her eyes still focused on the papers on her desk, "I was just going over a few papers." After she signed the last of the papers, she closed them up in a manilla folder and walked them over to a large black file cabinet in the far right corner of her office. I watched closely as she walked toward the cabinet. She wore a very casual pants suit that did absolutely nothing for her figure. As she walked back to her desk, her ample breasts bounced softly under her silk blouse. I quickly averted my eyes as not to anger my bosses daughter. "So, what's up Stephanie, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, see, since Hunter has been out of action, there hasn't been any reason for me to be on any of the shows. I mean, it's been almost 3 months since I was on TV. I'm not even getting anymore hits on my website," she said with her eyes glazing over in moisture. "I understand Stephanie but what can I do, everything we planned for you came off an angle involving Triple H."
"Please Shawn, can you do anything to get me back on television," she pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want." At that moment a light bulb went off in my head. I thought to myself, I wonder how far she'd actually go to get back on television. I grinned to myself, there was no way she would actually go THAT far to be on TV. Stephanie must have seen the wheels turning in my head because she rose from her seat and sauntered over to the door. The next two sounds I heard were her closing the door and then locking it. Now instead of a light bulb I heard knocking, I figured it was opportunity so I decided to let her in.