My Kind of Fairy Tale
Chapter 1
Stacy Keibler tried to keep her head high as she hurried up the steel entrance ramp and into the backstage area of the area. Her lower lip was trembling, and her hand moved up to brush tears from her eyes before they could be shed. There was a slight limp to her step, favoring her right ankle.
In the past four weeks, her mild distaste of Eric Bischoff that anyone employed under him shared had intensified. He knew she couldn't wrestle, but he had booked her into singles matches that she couldn't possibly win: Stacy versus Molly, Stacy versus Gail, Stacy versus Victoria, and just now, it had been Stacy versus Trish. The blonde sighed, covering her face with one hand as she walked through the hallways of the arena, focusing on getting her things and leaving the arena. Her match versus the newly-turned-face Trish had been a disaster, just like the rest. For the fourth live RAW show in a row, she had been left in the ring, beaten down and humiliated.
'The only reason I was accepted into this company was my looks,' she thought to herself, her expression miserable. 'I can't wrestle worth anything, and when I do it's just to lose. The medic knows my name because I've been constantly getting my ass handed to me, not like the other girls. The others, they get hit with chair shots and they injure themselves trying to perform wrestling moves…' she sighed softly. 'What I wouldn't give to be one of them.'
The blonde finally reached the women's locker room, and set her hand on the handle. All she wanted to do was go back to her hotel room and lay down. She twisted the knob and pushed it open a crack. Getting beat up a second time in a row for the night was not something she was looking forward to. She looked over the Divas in the room, scouring the area for Molly or Gail. As she did so, the Divas' conversation filtered to her.
"All I'm saying is that Smackdown is full of women who just got onto the show because of their looks. They can't wrestle worth anything!" Victoria exclaimed toward Lita, who was sitting on one of the two wooden benches in the room. The redhead simply nodded her assent. "Thankfully, RAW doesn't have that…" the raven-haired Diva paused to think, her lips pursing. "Well, except for Stacy Keibler, that woman is a joke to wrestling." On the other side of the door, Stacy froze, her back straight and stiff. She bit her lip to keep tears from springing to her eyes. It took a moment for her to realize that no one had responded to Victoria's statement. Not even Lita! There was no stopping the onslaught of tears now.
Stacy turned away from the door and ran. 'Even Lita thinks I can't wrestle… And she's not to blame! I can't!' the blonde continued running, not caring where she ended up. She just had to get away…away from it all.
As she was approaching a corner, a man stepped out into her path. Stacy had no time to stop, and thus collided straight into him, landing on the concrete floor. "Stacy! I'm sorry!" the man exclaimed, immediately offering a hand to help her up. The blonde took it gratefully.
"It's okay," she whispered softly. "It's not your fault, I should've been looking where I was going," she told him, and moved to go, wiping the existing tears off of her face. Before she could take the first step, however, he reached out and grasped her forearm, his touch gentle but firm. Stacy turned around, eyes curious.
"You alright, Stacy?" he asked, genuine concern on his face.
Stacy barely realized her hands were shaking. "I was humiliated and beat down tonight," she told him, her voice trembling. "You're only asking because you want me out of here! You want to know if I was humiliated enough that I don't want to show my face again in the WWE!" Adam gaped at her, shaking his head, trying to break into her rant. "You're just like them… You think I do nothing for the company, you think that I'm just eye candy for the fans!" she took a step back. "You're just like them…Trish…Molly…Victoria…Lita," she broke into tears, sobs racking her body.
Edge put his hands on her shoulders. "Stacy, w-wh…" he was speechless, unable to find words to say. Stacy suddenly set her hands on his chest and shoved him away. As he stumbled back, she bolted away toward the parking lot. "Stacy!" Edge cried after her. She didn't turn, nearly leaping into her small car and driving away.
Nearly an hour later, Edge stood in front of Stacy's hotel room door, his eyes focused on the gold numbers on the wood. He had tried to convince the clerk at the hotel to give him her room number, but in the end the hundred dollar bill had been the deciding factor for the other man. Edge shouldered the blonde's duffel bag, debating whether to knock or just leave the bag at her door. 'Why did I even go and get it?' Edge wondered to himself. 'I guess I was just pitying her… Yeah, that's it,' he told himself, knowing full well that it in fact wasn't the reason why he had gone out of his way to be kind to Stacy. Shaking his head to rid himself of those thoughts, the blonde man raised his arm.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked.
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Author's Note: Okay, okay… So I shouldn't have started another story and deprived people of updates… But I couldn't help it! Anyway, I hope you like! I won't be able to update from tomorrow to August 2nd… And I'm going to miss two RAW shows in a row! sigh Please review!