The Symbol of Thy Royalty

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It burned him up inside, the way he was being thrown around the ring like a rag doll, being placed into every feud like he belonged there, even though he most certainly did not. Was this a money thing or for the fans? Was he merely a place filler or a replacement for his two best friends that had been out on injuries? Either way something was rotten around WWE and Jonathan Good wasn’t liking it one bit. He felt as if the moment Joe and Colby returned he’d be off sitting on the sidelines once again – he was already back to feuding with Bray Wyatt for Fuck’s sake! It was a mad house at his current job, and yet all the big bosses seemed to not have the time a day for their talent’s creative ideas. 

It wasn’t that the Cincinnati native wasn’t completely happy to be onscreen, or that he wasn’t grateful for the opportunity in any way – it was just the way everything had been ‘going down’ sort of speak. It irked him and left an unpleasant taste in his mouth, the kind of the feeling one would have in the calm before the storm. Jon didn’t want himself or his wily character of Dean Ambrose to be washed out into the riptide when the shit finally hit the fan either before or after wrestle mania. 

Talking to Vince got him nowhere, and talking to Paul was like getting a pep talk within the first five seconds of breathing. The only person Jon had left to turn to was the boss’s daughter, Stephanie McMahon, the ultimate boss lady in stiletto heels this side of the wrestling world federation. She was a total bitch on screen, but behind the scenes the brunette was anything but. The WWE superstar had been to the lady in charge many times as of late, but he felt as if she actually listened when he vented, something the young man was not used to at all. Steph was a different breed altogether, and he knew he could trust her if in fact he needed to speak his mind. 

That was not the case. Her role was Chief Brand Ambassador. That meant working to promote the company, its programmes, cultivating sponsor relationships and the like. It did not extend – not anymore – to the writer’s table.

Certainly she could make suggestions, have input on the own words she spoke and would direct backstage segments. That was it though, her father reminded her constantly. You bring in the outside revenue streams Stephanie and I’ll worry about the story. She knew she’d left a lot of people soured on her process as a writer but there were moments when Vince (he was Dad at home but never at the office) would drive her to screams (or worse, tears). 

She’d retreated to a small room in the arena that had been tagged as her office. It was technically both her’s and Paul’s office but his office was honestly wherever he and his two cell phones were. In all black – her signature colour – Stephanie was smoothing her hair into a higher ponytail when she heard the door open.

A greeting was on her lips when the door slammed. It jarred her a bit, to see Jon out of ‘Ambrose’ and in such a furious state. She knew he was a powder keg if pushed too far but this was something Stephanie had never witnessed as an audience of one.

Closing her eyes, she summoned the courage she usually saved for arguments with her daughters (something that was happening far too frequently in her opinion) and stood. Wandering around to his side of the desk, Stephanie pulled up a chair and sat across from him. Looking him in the eye didn’t make the situation go away but at least she hoped they could see each other as equals for these moments.

“Hey–” she called aloud. “–hey!” She wasn’t raising her voice in anger but it was to grab his attention. “I know.” An exhale huffed out her nose at full volume. “Trust me, no one knows what it’s like to be ignored in this company quite like I do.” Closing her eyes, Stephanie motioned with her hand as though she wanted to banish the words from the air. 

Looking him over, she wanted to have something that would smooth things over, but really there was nothing that would cool that kind of anger in this moment.

“And if I had some surefire way to guarantee you that this is all going to be worth it, I’d tell you that right now.” Stephanie was embarrassed. “But I don’t. What I have is a lot of frustration, just like you.” Without a second thought, she put her hand on his knee and smiled.

“Jon –” It should be noted this is the first time she’d ever called him that to his face. “– I don’t write anymore, you know that, yes?” The brunette felt her smile fade. “I get to direct, call in a few favours but that’s it.” She took her hand back, worrying that the gesture would be thought of as showy or worse, insincere. “I want to see you succeed – I want everyone to succeed – in the worst way possible. We have a talented, overflowing roster of people ready for something new and at best? I have a fastpass to the front of the line to talk to Vince but that doesn’t mean he likes my ideas.”

Hell, had he ever?

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Hearing Allen Jones admit he was curious what would happen next with her let Stephanie’s imagination run wild. She was getting a free pass and hell, she’d already opened that Pandora’s box so why not look at what was inside? Thinking on her feet was a necessity so this shouldn’t be too big of a challenge…

…right?

There was soon just the smallest gust of air between them as she fulfilled his request. “I was thinking you’d jump at the chance to be with a woman who could satisfy you,” her voice softened as she kept her eyes focused on Allen’s, “in ways you’ve only imagined.” Her hand dared to brush across his forearm again, feeling her confidence build. “Maybe you’d finally get the hint and show that under all of this –” Stephanie pressed herself against him completely now. “–there would the kind of passion I was expecting.”

And then she backed away, letting him have a moment to think about all of this while she twisted a loose curl around her right index finger. “Or is this just all going to be a figment of your imagination?”