Dreams and Realites

Well, after the SMACKDOWN ring imploded Thursday, this wouldn't let me shake it. So here's a new fic idea

TITLE: Dreams and Realities Prologue/?
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAILS: [email protected], [email protected]
RATING: PG - 13 for now.
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE, And Possible CHARACTER DEATH.
CATEGORY: ADULT, ANGST, DRAMA with some minor supernatural elements.
SPOILERS: Up too HIAC at Badd Blood after that everything goes into my own continuity.
SUMMARY: Can Stephanie stop her dreams from becoming reality? *Inspired by ring implosion on 6/12 SMACKDOWN thought some of the plot of this story was started even earlier*
DISCLAIMER: Vince McMahon owns everybody in this story.
DISTRIBUTION: Fanfiction.net, everybody else please ask.

Dreams and Realities

Prologue

Stephanie McMahon could see the hell in the cell match as though she was the camera taking the video of the match. She could see Nash and Hunter ontop of the cell fighting with everything they had with Foley still in the cage (she supposed that Steve or Bischoff or her father told him not to go ontop of the cell with the two men).

She could only watch in horror as Nash put Hunter up in a jackknife powerbomb and her ex - husband's body went crashing through the cage into the ring below. She felt her perspective shift and she was actually inside the Cell watching the ring implode much as it had the previous Thursday during the Lesnar/Show title match as Hunter's body crashed into the mat. Then she saw herself come out to the ringside area outpacing the paramedics and enter the Cell itself.

Stephanie's world shifted again and suddenly she found herself in a cemetery with other wrestlers and officials. She saw Nash, Michaels, Flair, and Austin, her dad, her brother, and Bischoff there. Bischoff showed no emotion at all when she met his soulless eyes.

She saw everybody there but one. She looked around to see if he was there, if he was somehow late. Then she looked at the grave marker and thought she would faint.

Hunter Hearst Helmsley

July 27, 1969 - June 15, 2003

She felt knees go weak and herself falling as somebody caught her -

     And found herself shooting straight up in bed gasping for air trying to separate dream from reality.

That was just a dream right? The ex - wife of The Game told herself. Nothing like that is really going to happen on Sunday, right?

She quickly went to a phone and dialed up Steve Austin. She didn't know what was going to happen at Badd Blood but the nagging feeling of concern would not go away and if being there would make it go away then that's what she'd do.