Vengeance: July 21, 2002
Stephanie eyed him as he juggled the pen between his fingers. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked softly, reaching out to touch his hand. If she could get just one wish, it would be that he would say he had made a terrible, terrible mistake and couldn't do it.
Hunter lifted his gaze to hers. "Yeah." She doesn't understand now, but she will. He was doing this for her – for them. One day, she would get it.
"Okay." She replied, desperately trying to ignore the pain in her chest as she watched him scribble the signature: the signature that would end their marriage of nearly 3 years.
Nothing about this seemed right. What was she supposed to do – just forget about everything that they had shared just because some shitty paper said it was over? That could never happen. She blinked back her tears as his hand stopped writing. Their marriage was ended on his side, she realized. He looked up at her. Does he think I should be fucking jumping for joy that he signed and that I have no choice 'but' to sign? She shook her head slowly and reached across the table for the document, signed it hurriedly.
"It's for the best. You'll see that one day, Stephanie." Hunter told her, as she handed the documents over to the attorney.
She looked at him, shaking her head with disgust. This man was unbelievable. How the hell was ending their marriage for the best? Hadn't he ever heard of trying harder? What about counseling? How about a trial separation? Something! Hell, anything other than just giving up and divorcing her. She couldn't bring herself to say that to him, though. He had signed and so had she, therefore she lost the right to scream at him about how stupid he was being. "Whatever," she responded, not being able to think of anything else to say to him.
"Really, it is. Trust me." Hunter reassured her with a smile.
Suddenly she couldn't breathe. She could only listen to him drone on optimistically about how giving up was for the better for so long. It was bullshit. Complete bullshit, and her tolerance for it had run out. The need to get the hell out of her very own office and out of Hunter's presence overtook her, and she gave him one final glance, before turning around and walking out.
Damn it! She inwardly screamed. She wanted nothing more than to be in her private office alone, to cry in peace, until it was time for her to go to the ring to hear Hunter's decision on which show to be on. Hunter and the attorney were still in her damn office, she was on the verge of a breakdown, and now Eric Bischoff stood before her with that stupid grin. Can my life get any worse? Truthfully, she didn't want to know the answer to that.
"I can tell by the look on your face that things didn't go so well."
Stephanie forced her lips into a tight line and tried not to look so – crushed.
"Didn't get him signed, huh?" He questioned with a smirk.
She knew that he wasn't talking about the divorce papers. But, what the hell? It was his fault for being an asshole and for not being specific. "He signed." She said, and took slight satisfaction as Eric's face fell, before she walked off.
Eric had little time to seethe to himself, as Hunter came out. "What the hell did you just do?" Eric screamed, to which Hunter looked slightly confused. "You signed a contract with her?"
"Back off!" Hunter yelled.
"No, I'm not going to back off! We should still be negotiating!"
"Listen, you ass!" Hunter bit out, annoyed. "Those papers that I signed were my divorce papers! That's for my personal life. As far as business goes, I still haven't made up my mind." He told Eric with a snarl, before walking off.
Eric contained his smile until after Triple H had left. "He's mine. Just watch, he's mine." He told Coach.
Inside, he squealed with glee. He was alarmed at the clause that Hunter had made him add to his contract. Bischoff didn't have much of a choice, as Hunter had resolutely told him that if this clause wasn't added, there was no chance he'd ever sign with Raw. Eric tried offering him everything he could think of, but nothing worked, and he was forced to add the stipulation. Now, it seemed that his fear was misplaced, as Hunter had just divorced his wife.
Raw: September 30, 2002
Hunter grinned as he stared at his World Heavyweight championship belt. He had to admit, he was severely horrified when Brock Lesnar had taken the Undisputed Championship and ran off to Smackdown with it. His plan was totally ruined at that moment. What the hell was the point if he didn't have the title? No, he couldn't do that. He had been perfecting this plan ever since Bischoff and Stephanie were named as General Managers for their respective brands. Eric is an idiot, Hunter cackled to himself. The son of a bitch had played directly into his hands. What had made this all the more sweet was the fact that he had just - given him the title. No bleeding, no busting up his body, no fighting of any kind – he had just handed him the title. Eric would feel even dumber, at that fact.
He couldn't just jump ship while he had a challenge on the table. He wasn't a coward, and would be damned if he'd be labeled as such. That asshole Rob Van Dam had wanted a shot at his title, so he gave it to him. And of course, Hunter had won, proving that he was superior to the little prick. Then the next night on Raw, Bubba Ray Dudley had challenged him. Hunter felt like he was in the twilight zone when he was told about the match, then he realized that it was really going to happen. He had beaten Bubba, of course.
So here he was, staring at the very thing that would complete his plan and in some ways, his life. Now was the time. No one else had made an immediate challenge to his title, and he didn't want to give anyone the opportunity. He had wasted too much time already. Sure, Kane was supposed to face Jericho to see who would get a title shot at No Mercy, but what did he care? He had beaten all of the actual challengers, and now it was time to go.
He walked to the ramp as Kane and Jericho beat the crap out of each other. Both men stared, as the crowd went wild.
"You know, I almost feel bad. I mean, here you guys are, busting your ass to see who gets the Intercontinental title, and a shot at my World Heavyweight title…and well, I thought I'd stop the two of you, before things really get ugly." Hunter grinned at the look of confusion on both men's faces. "I've decided that I'm no longer a Raw superstar, you see. Me, and my title are going to Smackdown." He laughed. "I just thought I should inform you, before one of you really hurts the other." Hunter then dropped the microphone, and walked backstage, leaving everyone surprised and bewildered.
"Hey!" Eric Bischoff called. "Triple H!" He screamed. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You can't go to Smackdown – with Raw's title, no less! I signed you to an ironclad contract!" Eric reminded as he ran to catch up with Hunter.
Hunter smirked. It was the smirk that said he'd outsmarted someone, and they just hadn't come to grips with it. "That may be, Eric. Did you not add the stipulation that I asked for? I believe you did, as I, and my attorney read over it."
He blinked. Hunter hadn't given him any choice but to add it. He didn't see what his point was, though. That stipulation wouldn't do him any good. "What does that have to do with anything?" Eric asked.
"It's perfectly legal for me to go to Smackdown. With your title." Hunter explained slowly. "Why don't you read over my contract again, Eric? Read it carefully, then watch Smackdown this week." He said and then jumped into his limo.
It was definitely time to stop this. She was making out with Rikishi and lesbians at Unforgiven, Hunter seethed to himself. She was letting Kurt Angle suck up to her. That bastard had always been a thorn in his, and in his relationship's side. He refused to waste another week. God knows who would be trying to hook up with her.
She would be furious. She would demand to know what the fuck his problem was, as he was the one who asked for them to be over. She would say she gave him chances to take back his decision to have them sign their divorce papers. She would even say that he had been an ass, when he signed with Raw. That's what she would say. Hunter smiled. Stephanie was so predictable. That, or he just knew her too well. He figured it was most likely the latter. Everyone else seemed to be surprised at her moods, statements and actions from time to time. Not him. He sensed it, predicted it – operated off of what he knew would happen.
He thought about his last personal conversation with her. It was for the best, and he would make her see that very soon. Once she finished screaming at him, of course.