Making His Mark

Conner walked down the hall and straight to the GM's office. He didn't even knock and he opened the door. He waltzed right in and laid down on the big leather couch she had.

Stephanie was typing on her computer when she heard her door open and suddenly a man comes in and makes himself comfortable on her couch. Clearly, this was going to be a long day.

"Can I help you?" she asked as politely as possible.

"Yeah...I want a title shot." he said, not even sitting up.

"Excuse me? Who are you to barge into my office and demand something like that of me?" she snapped.

"I'm your newest Smackdown Superstar and I'm the future of this company. I mean, just look at this face...this body...there's no way I'm not." he smirked.

"But not the tag title...I fly solo." he added.

She smirked back. "Um...I don't think so...you're gonna have to earn your spot just like everyone else in the company."

"Oh you mean like the way your husband earned his top spot by sleeping with you, marrying you, and getting you pregnant?" he smirked.

As soon as he said that, her temper began to flare and that infamous McMahon temper started to show. She immediately gave him the Billion Dollar Slap. "don't you EVER talk about my husband or my family that way again. That was just a warning." she said darkly.

He rubbed over his cheek a bit. "Ohh...feisty...I like that...but that won't change the way I feel." he snapped back. "Now...when do I get a shot at the Intercontinental or World Heavyweight Championship?"

She just glared at him."You're lucky I don't suspend or fire your ass." she spat.

"But you won't be getting a title shot anytime soon." she said simply.

"It doesn't make any sense...Jeff's had the title for too long and Christian...people will get bored of him quick. Everything is becoming stale and you know it...at least with me, it'll be something new, fresh, and definitely better to look at." he smirked.

"And you know I'm right about everything."

She looked him over. He was right...things were starting to become a bit stale. Maybe she shoudl think about it. "Are you done? The door is right there...and please...be sure to let it hit you on the way out." she said as she sat back at her desk to go back to work.

He smirked again. "Fine...but just give me a call when I get my title match. I'll be ready."

"You'll get a title shot when hell freezes over...now...get the hell out of my office." she spat with venom in her voice.

He rolled his eyes going out of the office. His face was bruised. He slammed the door on purpose. "Fucking bitch..."