Time to Play the Game.
Stephanie had just left her office, and was on her way home to see her family. Tonight her husband Paul Levesque (AKA) Triple H was not on tour, he had decided to stay at home. Things were not smooth in their marrige lately, work had them both too busy for each other anymore. Paul was busy with his COO duites while Stephanie was still in the creative writing division making script work for the show.
She pulled into the driveway and saw Paul's Motorcycle in the garage, that meant he was home. She walked into the door and there her three children sat playing in the living room floor. "Hey kids, where's daddy?" Stephanie said with a smile on her face. "Daddy is in the kitchen, he is cooking tonight." The youngest daughter said. Stephanie walked in the kitchen just as Paul was pulling a chicken out of the oven as fast as he could, the chicken was on fire. And Paul was kind of panicking, he had never been much of a cook.
"Hey think fast." Steph said as she threw him the little fire extinguisher sittin by the fridge. Paul put the fire out, and now he was laughing. "Well they did say they like their food well done...How was your day today?" He said as he kissed his wife. "It was good, I had to come up with a good fueld between Orton, Punk, and the Miz. I made Orton face at Wrestlemania, but that wasn't enough in dad's opinion, Orton was popular even when he was a heel. So dad thinks he needs a shot at the title, and well Punk has got the title."
"Well what about Miz's Money in The Bank contract?" Triple H asked curiously. "Maybe you should have Miz put it on the line against Randy, I mean they both got a natural drive to compete and they both deserve something, but if you can get them to battle for #1 Contendership it will be a rating boost with fans" Stephanie looked at him and started thinking this over. "John is also in the title picture, he was special guest referee at the PPV, Maybe we can do a Battle Royal between these guys."
Paul looked at her closely, "I'll go hand them their scripts tomorrow if you print them off tonight honey." Paul said as he kissed his wife on the forehead. "I am going to take a shower, If you don't care can you fix the girls up something to eat. They are starving to death and I couldn't even boil water." He said in a cheerful way.