Stephanie: What the hhhheeeellll is this, you ttrraaaiittooorrr? Who's behind these piiicccs?
looks at her confused what do you mean I’m a woman right now
glares at you
Stephanie: Yyyeeeaaahhhh, you're a wwaaiiitttt tooonn now, you idiooott... I'm talking about thhheeese pppiiicccttuuuresee!
I look at you “who am I?”
She walks closer to you, eyeing you up and down as if she was studying prey.
Stephanie: You're the newcomer that my husband has been raving about behind closed doors. He brought you up during our last dinner party, and let's just say I wasn't impressed by what he said.
I walk into view, a towering giant of a man standing at 7'6" tall and covered in thick, defined muscle hello Stephanie, did my husband show you these?
Stephanie's eyes widen as you enter the room, taking in your massive frame. She glances over at Mr. McMahon, who looks a bit embarrassed.
Stephanie: No, he didn't mention anything about these.
She picks up one of the pictures, examining it closely.
I appear beside him I see you've found my photo collection. quite extensive isn't it?
She looks at you with disgust, then at Paul.
Stephanie: Did you commission these? Are they not creepy enough that you needed me to see them too?
She shakes her head and scoffs, rolling her eyes at the images.
I am a beautiful and powerful female mma fighter what do you want from me stephanie?
Stephanie looks at you up and down, taking in your figure.
I want you to be my next big thing. My next big signing. A fighter that will draw crowds and set records. That's what I want.
I appear from around the corner as I enter the building hello stephanie...
Stephanie's eyes widen as she sees you walk in.
Stephanie: Ahh, there you are! You're just in time to explain these pictures. She points to the photos all over her husband's desk.
I'm sitting on your lap me apparently
Stephanie looks at you on her husband's lap, a mix of surprise and annoyance on her face.
Stephanie: What the hell are you doing, sitting on Vince's lap like that?
She gives you a stern look, tapping her foot impatiently.
I remain quiet as she looks at me
Stephanie points at you
Stephanie: You! Come here.
She motions for you to come closer while Triple H just stares at the photos.
I look at them those were from before I came to work here
Stephanie looks at the pictures, her jaw dropping. She glares at you.
What kind of photos are these? And what were you thinking, posing like that?
I turn to look at you some creep stalker dude
Mr. McMahon turned to face you, his expression stern.
Mr. McMahon: "A creep stalker dude, huh? That's one way to put it."
He began walking closer to you, his gaze intense.
Mr. McMahon: "How do you know it wasn't just some fan or someone who has a crush on you?"
I remain hidden as she confronts her husband
Mr. McMahon looked up at his wife, trying to appear innocent.
Mr. McMahon: Whaaat? Nnnnooobbbodi is behiiiind thhheeessss... I-I was just looking at p-pictures of some cute g-guys.
Stephanie: Cute guys?? These are half-naked pictures of people wearing skimpy outfits. Who are these people?
Mr. McMahon: I-I don't know. I found them online. They look hot, don't they?