The sun was low in the sky, it was going to get dark soon, but it was still beautiful watching the sun dip into the blue, now almost black, ocean. It was like this every night, adding to the mystique of the island. The sun was shining straight onto the villa-type home along the beach, stretching far and wide with balconies and a long porch. Chris sat on the beach, sipping his margarita. It was heavenly. He was so glad that he had decided to buy a house in Hawaii. One with his own private beach; this was surely the only way to live. Well, it wasn't his alone; he had to share it. But he didn't really mind that.

He glanced over at the beach chair next to him, "I love this."

"I love it too," she said with a slight smirk as she watched the waves crashing in front of them, "Remind me again why we moved here."

He laughed, "I need to remind you?"

"Yes."

"I think you know why."

"Ok, yeah, I do," she said.

"So what do you think about all this Mary, happy, not happy?"

"Don't call me Mary."

"But I thought that was your name?"

"We've been married a year today and you're still calling me that, you know I hate it."

"You do?" he said, acting shocked, "This is news to me!"

She got up off her beach chair and went the short distance to his. She threw her leg over the other side so she was standing above him. She took off her sunglasses and smiled down at him. He looked up at the short, jet black curls that framed her face and his eyes traveled down to the barely there black bikini that she was wearing. He let his eyes wander back up to her face. Her blue eyes were shining and he raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing Mrs. Jericho?"

"Nothing," she replied. But then she proved she was doing something by sitting down on top of him, straddling his lap. She ran her hands over his chest as he just sipped at his drink and watched her. She leaned in to kiss him softly and he kissed back, pulling her closer with his free hand, his other hand placing his drink on the table between the two chairs. She pulled away and suddenly she looked incredibly nervous. This was a new one for him, and he was anticipating the next words that came out of his mouth.

"There's one thing that's been missing from our marriage, and I think it's about time I made a confession," she said, "And please bear with me because I hate this mushy shit."

"Go ahead," he told her, looking up with a smile.

"I love you," she said quickly, embarrassedly, "There said it, its out there, you don't have to say it back, its just out there and stuff and its yeah, out there."

"Oh Mary!" he said, sitting up, "I never knew you felt that way."

"Ugh," she grunted, shoving him back down onto his beach chair, "What have I told you repeatedly?"

"That I'm hot, and you want to fuck me all the time?"

"Besides that?"

"I love you too," he blurted out, "So there, they're both out there, they're floating around and nothing has to come from it."

"I thought you did," she said playfully, but actually she looked relieved, "In fact, I knew you did."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," she said kissing up his chest quietly, her kisses hotter than the sun shining down on them, "From the moment you saw me in my wedding dress."

"Yeah, you were looking hot that night Mary."

"Shut up," she said with a sneer pulling away to look him in the face, "If you don't call me what I want, I'll take away the fucking."

"To the man you love?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation, "If I can take away the sex, then what do you have?"

"Damn you Stephanie McMahon."

"McMahon-Jericho," she said in a sing-song voice, "Don't forget the Jericho."

"Oh, how could I ever forget that?"

She leaned down against his chest, pressing her breasts against his well- sculpted body, "A year ago tomorrow, I was dead. Who knew that faking your own death would be so damn easy?"

"It wasn't that easy," he said, "I was the one who had to do all the damn work."

"Don't be a such a pussy, I was the one that had to do all the 'dying,' cough cough, oh Hunter, I'm dying, pray for me," she laughed, "Dumbass wanted to marry me on my deathbed. What the hell is that? I mean, oh, we were married for two minutes, how romantic. Please, it's not even a marriage if you don't consummate it."

"And how many times did we consummate ours?" Chris asked with a raised eyebrow, "Six, seven."

"You wish Marathon Man," she laughed, "You should've seen my Oscar-worthy performance. It was all so dramatic."

"I'm sure it was, but I was off making sure that the seventeen million dollars you put into your secret bank account went through alright."

"Yeah, but I was the one who had to ruin my own car and make it look like I was in an accident."

"Yes, but I was the one who had to attend your funeral."

"I was there!" she protested, "I was in the back, and you know you saw me, you looked right at me."

"Of course I did, I wanted to laugh."

"The doctors and the coroner and the mortician were all so easy to pay off, I mean, when I started this whole thing into motion I was sure one of them would blow it, but nope, pulled it off without a hitch, closed casket, of course it was closed casket, because I wasn't even in there," she said with an evil laugh.

Yes, it was true, in their ultimate revenge, Stephanie and Chris had duped everyone. Not just Hunter, as was originally planned, but every single person. They deserved it all. Now here Stephanie and Chris were happy, living off of Stephanie's money that she had deposited in bank accounts in foreign countries. Chris still worked for the company, enough to get the dirt on everyone.

Faking her own death hadn't been too hard, now that she thought back to it. After she had left Chris the morning of her supposed to be wedding, she had taken her car to a junkyard and gotten it pretty demolished. She then took the car, by tow truck, to a remote location. The tow truck guy had conveniently dumped the car, upside down, on a remote road. A few hundred dollars had persuaded him to make a phone call to the local hospital.

Stephanie then called her house and talked to Chris, telling him that the accident had happened. Chris had taken out his cell phone and called the doctor. The same doctor they had discussed this whole plan with earlier. He had agreed, after being paid well over 100,000 dollars. The doctor had sent the dispatch out to get Stephanie, who was by now, playing injured on the side of the road. She had bladed herself, hating that, but finding it necessary.

The ambulance had come and taken her to the hospital. The aforementioned doctor made sure that he was the only one who saw her and worked on her. She had discussed with him the best way to die without bleeding and he had mentioned internal bleeding. So she got into the hospital bed while he called her parents. The real performance had come with the acting. Once her parents and Hunter arrived, she put on the performance of her life. She hadn't felt bad about the Hunter part, he was getting what he deserved, but her parents, she did feel slightly bad about. The three of them were too wrapped up in their sorrow; they hadn't noticed her pushing the heart monitor sensor slowly off her body. Once she had gotten it off, the machine beeped, making them think she was dead.

The doctor had rushed them out of the room to try and "save" Stephanie, but it was too late. They took her away and she left out of the back way, a hat covering her features. She got back home to Chris, who had called and arranged things with the coroner and mortician. A little money sure did go a long ways nowadays. Then they whisked themselves off to Florida, Stephanie's new identity having also been solidified along the way, getting a new driver's license and everything once she had dyed and chopped off all her hair, then having it curled.

Chris had played the part of the grieving friend to a tee. He was just as good as she was. He had asked for the different job so that he could spend more time with Stephanie, now Mary, but only for public purposes. In private, she preferred Stephanie and, except for the occasional teasing from Chris, he called her Stephanie.

She had attended her own funeral, sitting in the back, her face covered, and nobody noticed. She didn't expect them to; she didn't have close friends. It was funny seeing everyone so sad for someone who wasn't even really dead. It was a true testament though, seeing all those people thinking she was great. When Hunter had broken down, she had snickered to herself.

Chris was the saving grace, saying exactly what she was thinking. He looked at her; she could feel his eyes on her. She lifted her head, the brim of her hat covering part of her face in shadow. She had looked at him, an evil grin gracing her lovely face. He stepped down, his eyes were on her the entire time, and she almost stood up and laughed heartily at their stupidity.

She caught Chris laughing at her headstone at the burial, but didn't dare approach him. She had chosen that saying as a joke, knowing only he would truly get it. They had stood there for a while. It was as if Stephanie was burying her old life and in a way she was. She didn't care however, as she and Chris turned away.

Now they had been married for a year, and they had never said they loved each other. For the longest time, she didn't think they felt that way. Sure, the passion was there, but they weren't the kind of people who loved things, at least each other. So here they were, and she actually felt...happy, and not because of the revenge, but just happy to be here with him.

"You're awfully quiet," he said, as he ran his hand over her back, slickly untying her bikini top.

"It's been a year."

"I know, and I haven't even wanted to look at another chick," he said, "Scary isn't it?"

"No, the year hasn't been scary," she said, "It's the love thing that's scary. Especially for us."

"Why?"

"If we hurt each other, we're just going to want revenge against each other."

"I wouldn't hurt you...I'm all you have."

"True," she said, "But you can hurt me. You probably will."

"No, I won't, I'm not Shane, Stephanie, I'm not going to turn on you. I'm in too deep with this one. I mean, we got married...why did we get married again?"

"You know why," she said, "Because if Hunter had married me when I was in the hospital, then it would've meant that I was married and I couldn't have that."

"Oh yeah," he said, "I still wouldn't hurt you."

"Good, because I'd hurt you back, twice as hard," she said.

"Well, you did pull off your own death. I don't even want to know what you are capable of pulling off on me."

"It's getting late, you want to go inside?"

"Sure."

She got up off him, tying her top back on her body. Chris licked his lips as he regarded her, staring at her cleavage that was about ready to burst out of her top. She grinned lasciviously at him, flashing him very quickly. Then she turned and started running towards the house. Chris hopped up and ran after her, catching up to her as she ran for the stairs leading up to the house. He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her inside.

"I'd tell you to put me down, but I'm enjoying the view," Stephanie said as she looked down at his ass.

"I knew you would," he said, slapping her ass with his hand.

"Oh, you want it rough tonight," she said, "It is our anniversary after all."

"I know," he said, "And I got you a present."

"You're serious?" she said, squirming out of his arms to face him.

"Yeah," he shrugged, "I mean, I do love you and all that, you know, I figured...you didn't get me anything?"

"I did," she said, "I mean, you know, cause I love you and stuff."

"You know, we don't have to say we love each other all the time, I think we've known it for a while anyways, we'll just keep it very quiet," he said, "Don't want it to get out that I can actually love someone."

"Yeah, might ruin our image."

"So where's my present?"

"Where's mine?" she teased.

"Fine, I'll give you mine first, but how about we get some champagne first, it'll lighten the mood."

She nodded and they walked into the large kitchen. He pulled a bottle from the wine rack as she grabbed two champagne flutes from the cabinet. Together they went into the living room. They set their things down on the coffee table and then went off to get their presents for each other. They came back down and sat across from each other on the couch.

"You first," Stephanie repeated.

Chris thrust a tape at her, "Here."

"You got me a tape...how romantic," she said sarcastically, "What will I ever do with a tape?"

"Watch it," he said, grabbing it and walking over to their massive entertainment center. He stuck the tape in and came back down to sit with her. She leaned against him as he rested a hand on her breast.

The tape started off fuzzy and then she could clearly see it was a surveillance tape. She smiled as she watched. He had picked up everything that happened backstage. She mentioned sometimes she wished she could see everyone, and plot like old times, and he had remembered and thought of her. She grinned as she saw people being in love and thinking about how she could mess with them. Chris being a writer definitely helped in that department; they had broken up many relationships just by writing storylines together.

The final scene showed Hunter. He still looked terrible. She laughed at his appearance. He pulled something out of his pocket and looked at it for a long moment. He wiped at his eyes as he stared at it, and Chris leaned over to kiss her passionately, but she kept her eyes on the television.

"It's a picture of me huh?"

"Yup, carries it around, like a zombie, it's funny actually," he said, rubbing her breast as he watched, "Especially cause he's mourning while I'm fucking you senseless every night."

The tape ended and she laughed, "That was great."

"Now yours," he said excitedly.

She took out a couple envelopes and handed them to him. He took them from her curiously and opened the first one.

"Read it aloud," she said.

"Ok," he said, then started reading, "Dear Shane, if you're reading this, I'm dead, but I needed you to see this anyways. I hated your fucking guts. I wished every night that you would die, just so I could dance on your grave. Unfortunately, I'm gone first, but that doesn't mean that I won't take my vengeance on you. I will Shane, the plan is in motion right as we speak. You think I'm gone, I'm far from gone, I may be dead, but that's not stopping me. Beware Shane, the day will come, the day will come...soon. Your loving sister Stephanie."

Chris started laughing, "My God! This is great, planning a little something for Shane are we?"

"Yes, I figure the time has passed and he's secure enough that this will scare the shit out of him. What better than the vengeance of a dead sister to scare you straight."

"So it all begins again does it?"

"It does," she smirked, "Read the other one."

"Ok," he said again, grabbing the other letter, "To my dear Hunter. I'm dead, obviously, but the best time for confessions are on your deathbed, or in this case, beyond the grave. I never loved you, not once, I'm not lying, I'm writing this before our wedding and darling, I don't love you. I love Chris Jericho, I always have, and we fucked. That night you proposed, well sweetie, we fucked, he was pissed and we fucked. And it was the best I've ever had."

Chris raised an eyebrow, "And I don't love you, and I don't want to marry you, how's that Hunter, this is what I'm feeling, it was probably how I died feeling. Bye darling, Stephanie."

"You like?"

"You're devious," he said, "You're terrible and devious and I love you."

"You do like," she grinned, "And you have the pleasure of delivering them."

"Hand delivering?"

"No, in their mailbox. That way, Shane knows his revenge has come and Hunter realizes that he was never good enough for me, it should break his heart sufficiently."

Chris had no response for this, and simply grabbed the champagne bottle. He popped it open and let the cork fly, some of the champagne pouring out. Stephanie caught it with a glass and he poured champagne into both glasses, setting the bottle down afterwards. She handed him one glass as she took the other. They stared at each other for a second, thinking of the appropriate toast, and only one thing came to mind. Chris raised his glass.

"Stephanie, to evil."

THE END

A/N: Yup, over, a little sad isn't it? Well don't be sad! There's a sequel coming very soon. As in like within the next couple of weeks soon. Too much unresolved revenge to go through. ;) But huge THANKS for reading this story and I hope you enjoyed all of it. :D