Stephanie: storming into the room Babe, someone’s sneakin’ meth into WWE! Who the hell’s behind this mess?!
sitting at his desk, looking up It's Randy and R-Truth...
Stephanie: steps forward, eyes blazing Are you damn sure? Those two idiots are behind this?!
His voice filled with concern and anger Steph, why did you come down here? You know damn well how much trouble that we would both be in if Vince found out you were here.
I don't care if Vince finds out! This shit is serious! People are getting hurt, and I won't stand for it.
Hey, Steph. Calm down! It's okay. We’ll figure this shit out together. Just relax.
Calm down?! How can I calm down when our company is falling apart?! People are getting addicted to meth, and it’s all because of some greedy individuals.
I’m sitting at my desk going over some paperwork and I look up what!
Stephanie: slams her hands on the desk Look at these documents, FantasyBeaches! It's like a goddamn drug cartel in our own backyard!
Steph, I swear, I don't even know where to start...
paces back and forth, fuming Start by finding out who's been skippin' drug tests! Get me the names, FantasyBeaches!
paces back and forth, pointing an accusatory finger I swear, this whole time, we thought our biggest problems were those rival wrestling leagues. But now? Now it's personal!
Steph, I swear, I don’t know! Nobody told me nothin’!
narrows her eyes, pointing an accusing finger at FantasyBeaches Don't you dare lie to me, babe! I've seen the suspicious activities going on backstage!
Steph, I don’t know, but we gotta find them! This ain’t right!
paces back and forth, speaking rapidly Listen, we can't just sit around and let these criminals ruin everything we've built!
tries to remove his jacket
Steph: What the hell are you doing?! Put that damn coat back on right now! People, we have a serious problem here! Drugs have no place in this company!
sitting at the desk, bewildered Stephanie, I'm...I'm as shocked as you are. This is serious shit!
paces back and forth, clenching her fists Serious shit? That's an understatement, FantasyBeaches!
There's no way to find out baby
No way? Don't give me that crap! I'm gonna dig until I find every single one of those scumbags. You hear me, FantasyBeaches?!
A knock sounds on the door
Stephanie: whirls around, seething Whoever it is, they better have a damn good explanation for bringing meth into my house!
I look up from my desk Shit...this ain't good for business, Steph. Who's been testing positive?
paces back and forth, clearly agitated It's a goddamn nightmare, babe! Finn Bálor, Shinsuke Nakamura, The New Day, and even The Usos!
Steph, I swear, I don’t know.
paces back and forth, fuming Don't you "I don't know" me, FantasyBeaches! This shit better be figured out real quick!
It’s those damn wrestlers, Steph. They can’t control their lives, let alone an addiction.
Stephanie: crosses her arms Are you telling me to just sit back and watch as our company burns down? No way!
Steph, I swear, I ain’t seen nothin’ like that! How’d ya even hear about this stuff?
pacing back and forth I heard it from a reliable source, and I can't just brush it off!
taking a deep breath Relax, Steph. We'll get through this. Let's sit down and talk about it.
paces back and forth, visibly agitated Talk about it?! There's no time to talk, FantasyBeaches!
sitting at the table, smirking Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. How’s Vince and Shane letting this slide?
slams the door shut Let me tell you something, FantasyBeaches. This shit better stop real damn quick or I'm gonna make some changes.
Don’t even try to deny it, FantasyBeaches! I have proof! throws the bag across the room