It was Saturday Night Heat, and Stephanie McMahon was sat in her office having a rather heated argument on the phone. She brushed her beautiful dark auburn hair from her flustered face as riled herself up to yell down the phone at the poor individual who had envoked her wrath. It was no secret that Steph was a truly gorgeous woman, you only had to see her enter a room and every guys head to turn to realize the effect she had. Her long brown hair streamed down her delicate, stunning features and rested on her shoulders, with her amazing hazel brown eyes staring out from beneath it. She was currently wearing a black business suit, with a white shirt underneath and silver tie, but even this modest get up looked incredible on her. The suit was tailored to hug her slight curves, with the effect of showing off her amazing bosom and perky ass to a splendid degree.
"What do you mean the fireworks won't be ready for tonight?!?!" Bellowed Stephanie down the phone at stammering man on the other end, "Do you realize who I am?!!?"
Stephanie banged her fist on the table, causing her hair to fall over her breasts which bounced slightly at the impact. She was expecting another shipment of fireworks for the evening show, all especially for her husband Triple H. Truth be told it wasn't really a big deal, as there were plenty of fire works for her husbands entrance, but Stephanie had insisted that more were needed to make Hunters entrance even more awe inspiring. It was true that, due to Stephanies merciless attitude, she had her fair share of enemies but because of her cocky, arrogant nature she neither really cared or was fully aware of how serious it had gotten. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
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