A Thousand Reasons
Rating: R for profanity, violence and sexual situations
Summary: Triple H returns to the WWE with someone in tow… someone female. In the process, he gets more excitement and problems than he's paying her for. Centered around Triple H's return to the WWE and beyond.
Characters: Evie Mackenzie (O/C), Triple H, Evolution, Chris Jericho, Shawn Michaels, Bradshaw, Eric Bischoff
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of the WWE. I'm just borrowing for fun. However, Evie IS mine. Any mix ups, mistakes or otherwise are mine. Not exactly canon, but as close as possible.
Chapter 1 – Same Woman Same Tricks
As soon as he closed the door behind him, Hunter let out a sigh. Finally, some peace and quiet.
He let his bag drop on the bed and he sat down next to it and proceeded to remove his boots. As he did, his mind turned back to what had happened earlier between him and his wife, Stephanie. She had cost him his match against Booker T after he told her not to come to the ring. He had been so angry he thought he was going to explode.
He had completely ignored her frantic apologies as he walked up the ramp and into the staging area. She followed him all the way back to his dressing room, crying and pleading with him. He walked into his dressing room and slammed the door in her face. He could still hear her out in the hall, begging to be forgiven. And then she had whiningly told him "I love you."
He had just about gagged. He opened the door, saw the smile on her face and handed her, her suitcase and her shoes, then slammed the door again. She went ballistic. He heard the suitcase fall to the floor with a thump and then her screaming about how sorry she was. He just shook his head and went to get dressed. If he had stood there and listened to her anymore, he would have thrown up.
"Love," he muttered. "She doesn't know a damn thing about it." He lay back on the mattress and flung an arm over his eyes.
Once upon a time he had loved her. But ever since his injury, she had slowly steered clear of him, and her visits to Alabama became less and less frequent. She made the excuse of being so busy with ECW and Shane and plotting against her father.
Now that she had lost it all to Vince and Hunter had recovered and returned, it seemed that she had decided he would be her weapon of revenge against whomever she chose. She had told him that the only way he had made it so far in this business was because of her. It was all her, because she was a McMahon.
It's supposed to be I point my finger and you destroy. Her words echoed in his head. Was he a dog that did her every bidding now? When had it started being all about her?
His cell phone rang, startling him out of his reverie. He reached into his pocket and extracted the phone. Looking at the display he noticed it was Stephanie's number. He dropped it down on the bed in disgust, not wanting to talk to her. He knew what would happen if he answered it. She would want to know where he was. As soon as he refused to tell her, the whining would start, and then anger followed by the egotistical crap. After being back from Birmingham for only a month and a half, he was tired of it already.
With a groan he got up off the bed to undress. He pulled his shirt off and walked into the bathroom to run the water in the shower. As soon as it was hot enough, he stripped off his remaining clothes and got in. The water splashed over him, momentarily washing away the tension.
After a quick wash, he shut the shower off and shook the water out of his dirty blond hair. Reaching for a towel, he stepped out of the shower and quickly dried himself off. Steam had filled the tiny bathroom, clouding the mirrors. He wiped off the one over the sink and stood looking at himself for a few moments.
What the hell were you thinking? Comin' back to work, thinking that things were gonna be just fine between you two? He snorted in disgust. Get real man! The way she's been over the past eight months?
He wrapped the towel around his waist as he walked back into the bedroom. His phone rang again. Damn! I'm gonna lose it if it's her again! He scooped it up off the bed and looked at the display. It was a different number this time.
"Yeah?" he answered gruffly.
"Hunter? It's me," said a feminine voice.
Hunter relaxed. Thankfully it wasn't Stephanie. "Hey Evie."
"Are you okay?" Evie asked tentatively.
He sat down on the bed. "Well, not really. Things are a little… messy right now." He ran his fingers through his wet hair.
She heard the exasperation in his voice. "I know. I saw what happened. I just thought I'd call and check to see how you're doing."
"I'm pissed Evie. How 'bout that? I'm fuckin' PISSED!" He started to get worked up. "She ruined the damn match! Booker got the drop on me! I TOLD her I didn't need her there, but she…" he trailed off, then took a deep breath and blew it out. "You know, it doesn't… I don't wanna talk about it right now."
"All right," she said in a soothing voice. "Why don't you call me back when you've calmed down a bit."
He smiled despite his mood. "It might be a couple of days before you hear from me then."
Evie chuckled. "Yeah well… stranger things have happened."
"I'll talk to you later. Will you be on your cell or the hotel phone?" he asked. He wanted to make sure he could get a hold of her one way or another.
"On my cell. I'm heading out early tomorrow," she replied.
"Can I catch a ride with you then?" Hunter asked. "I don't wanna ride in the limo with her, cause I'm liable to blow a gasket."
Evie was quiet for a few seconds and then- "I suppose that would be okay."
Hunter smiled in relief. "I'll call you early then."
"That's fine," Evie replied. "Goodnight Hunter."
"Night Evie." He pressed the release button, and then turned the phone off. He got up, tossed the damp towel back into the bathroom then moved his bag to a chair. He pulled the blanket back and got into bed.
His wife was claiming that she nursed him back to health, which was bullshit. Evie had been with him more through the past seven months than Stephanie had. She had been sent down to Birmingham by Linda McMahon to be his personal assistant. She got his ass out of bed and dressed for therapy when he couldn't do it himself. She drove him to therapy, got him situated there and then would take care of other things for him; his laundry, paying the bills, answering his mail and his phone, arranging his appointments. When he had gone to a few shows, she had gone with him, but gave him hell about it; especially when the doctors told him to go back to Birmingham and concentrate on his rehab. In a way, Evie was more of a wife to him than Stephanie had been.
She had patiently listened to him when he talked about his therapy, his injury, and his expectations when he returned to the ring. She had even listened to him when he started talking about his relationship with his wife. When he mentioned they were having marital problems, her advice to him was to concentrate on his rehab first and worry about the other things later. It had been nice to have someone actually listen to him when he talked. Now he was stuck with Stephanie
Evie didn't take any of the garbage he had dished out either. He chuckled at the memory of her telling him to shut the hell up while she helped him get dressed, or she'd leave his ass right where it was; half-naked and on the bed. He had been grumbling about not needing a babysitter. She told him to quit pissing and moaning because she was the only help he was going to get. So he could either like it or not, but she didn't want to deal with any of his crap. .
At least I'll see Evie tomorrow, he thought. No doubt she'll have something to say. She always did when he asked for her advice or opinion. He didn't always take it but it was nice to know that it was there. Rolling over, he settled down to sleep.