This is something new for me. These aren't really people I'm used to
writing about and this whole inspiration came from watching RAW last night
and the interactions between Stacy Keibler and Victoria. Plus I think that
Stacy and Test make the cutest couple. I don't know. But I do know where
the story is going so there shouldn't be that much of a delay on the
updates.
PS: The Pretenders own the song "I'll Stand By You"
Stacy Keibler opened the door to her room, looked around cautiously, and then breathed a sigh of relief as she walked in. She shut the door quickly and then jumped when she heard the knocking.
"Hey Stacy, it's me!" Andrew called.
"Okay." She responded quietly. She unlocked the door and let him in, realizing that she felt safe now that he was there.
He sat down on one of the chairs and studied her for a minute before speaking. "Are you alright? You've been acting kind of strange lately."
You'd be acting strange too if a psychopath like Victoria was terrorizing you, Stacy wanted to say right away. Instead she just shrugged. She couldn't say anything or else; well she had been threatened. "I haven't been sleeping that well." She answered. At least that was the truth.
Andrew grinned and she felt her heart melt. "Well you know if you need anything all you have to do is talk to me." He said.
Stacy sighed and gave him a long hug. "I know, thank you." She rested her head on his shoulder so he couldn't see the tears coming to her eyes. She glanced up at her reflection in the mirror, saw the uncertainty and fear, and then lowered her gaze. That was not something she wanted to see right now.
Oh why you look so sad
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
"Hey, aren't you coming to bed?" Andrew asked curiously, watching his girlfriend as she paced and kept looking down at her watch.
Stacy shook her head at his question and pulled her long-sleeved shirt over her head. "I'll be right back. I just need to talk to someone real quick."
"You're not cheating on me, right?" He asked, only half-joking.
"I would never dream of it." She assured, giving him a light kiss on the lips. "You don't have to wait up." He nodded slowly and she slipped quietly out the door.
She looked down at the room number printed on her palm and found the room she was looking for. She swallowed dryly and raised her fist to knock when the door swung open.
"You can never fucking get here on time, can you?" The person snapped, grabbing Stacy by the arm and yanking her inside. A blindfold was immediately placed over her eyes and she knew what was going to happen next.
*~*~*~*
"Now go back to your boyfriend. God knows why he would want you though you worthless bitch."
Stacy felt herself being shoved out of the room and she fell to the floor. The door slammed behind her and she tentatively reached up and removed the blindfold. She held onto the wall for support and lifted herself up, making sure to get as far away from the door as she could before attempting that.
The lighting was dim in the hallway and she strained her eyes to find her room, finally doing so after fifteen minuets of searching. She opened the door and shut it behind her quietly. She turned around half-expecting to see darkness and instead Andrew was in bed, just reading.
He smiled when he saw her and put the book down. "What's wrong?" He asked after taking in her shaken-up appearance. She didn't answer him and he got up and wrapped his arms around her, quickly noticing that she was trembling. He held her at arms length and repeated the question.
"It's nothing. There were just these guys in the hall saying some stuff." She replied and stopped him as he started towards the door. "Don't, it's not worth it. Let's just go to sleep."
He agreed reluctantly and eventually they both fell asleep.
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
Cause I've seen the dark side too
"Miss Keibler, Mr. Bischoff would like a word with you." The stagehand said briefly before disappearing to run some more errands.
Stacy nodded and fixed the cuff of her jeans before making her way towards the General Manager's office. She stopped in front of the door and knocked quietly before pushing the door open. She was relieved to find him alone and sat down in one of the chairs across from his desk.
Eric typed a bit more into the computer and then turned to her. "Do you have any reason why I asked you in my office today?"
"None whatsoever." She answered truthfully.
He folded his hands and looked up. "There have been some people coming up to me and expressing their concern for you. They said you haven't been acting like yourself lately and you seem more distant." He paused. "Is there anything that you want to talk to me about? Any concerns you may have?"
Stacy wanted to tell him, just tell him and then everything would be fine and she'd be back to normal and- " No." She replied, interrupting her own thoughts. "I'm honestly touched that everyone's worried about me but I'm fine. I may not be getting a lot of sleep, but something like that can be easily fixed." She watched as he kept the uncertain look on his face a minute longer and then he smiled.
He reached out and they shook hands. "Just remember if you need to talk my door's always open." He assured.
Stacy stood up. It sounded better when Andrew said it. "Thank you Mr. Bischoff, I appreciate it." She walked out of the room and immediately bumped into the person she least wanted to.
"You had better not be telling Bischoff." Victoria snapped, grabbing Stacy by the hair and pulling her head back. "Because you know what's going to happen if you do." She suddenly looked up in alarm and pretended to be smoothing Stacy's hair down as Trish approached them. "So do you see how well the shampoo works?"
Trish looked at them suspiciously.
"Yeah." Stacy stammered. "Thanks for the tip, it does work well. Hey Trish." She greeted weakly.
"Hi." Trish responded slowly, still looking at Victoria like she didn't trust her. "What's going on?" She asked.
Victoria smiled widely. "I was just telling Stacy about this trick that my stylist recommended for me. You wanna hear?"
Trish shook her head. "No, no that's fine. I have my own stylist thanks."
"Do you think you're too good for me or something?" Victoria said evenly.
"I don't think I'm too good for you." Trish smirked. "I know I am." She caught Victoria's hand as it came towards her face and reversed it, sending the brunette tumbling to the ground. "Don't mess with me." She said simply, causing Victoria to scowl.
Stacy glanced between the two and slowly backed away from the oncoming disagreement. That wasn't something she wanted to be in the middle of. Plus she knew it was going to come later anyway.
Read and Review please!!! I'd really appreciate it!
PS: The Pretenders own the song "I'll Stand By You"
Stacy Keibler opened the door to her room, looked around cautiously, and then breathed a sigh of relief as she walked in. She shut the door quickly and then jumped when she heard the knocking.
"Hey Stacy, it's me!" Andrew called.
"Okay." She responded quietly. She unlocked the door and let him in, realizing that she felt safe now that he was there.
He sat down on one of the chairs and studied her for a minute before speaking. "Are you alright? You've been acting kind of strange lately."
You'd be acting strange too if a psychopath like Victoria was terrorizing you, Stacy wanted to say right away. Instead she just shrugged. She couldn't say anything or else; well she had been threatened. "I haven't been sleeping that well." She answered. At least that was the truth.
Andrew grinned and she felt her heart melt. "Well you know if you need anything all you have to do is talk to me." He said.
Stacy sighed and gave him a long hug. "I know, thank you." She rested her head on his shoulder so he couldn't see the tears coming to her eyes. She glanced up at her reflection in the mirror, saw the uncertainty and fear, and then lowered her gaze. That was not something she wanted to see right now.
Oh why you look so sad
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
"Hey, aren't you coming to bed?" Andrew asked curiously, watching his girlfriend as she paced and kept looking down at her watch.
Stacy shook her head at his question and pulled her long-sleeved shirt over her head. "I'll be right back. I just need to talk to someone real quick."
"You're not cheating on me, right?" He asked, only half-joking.
"I would never dream of it." She assured, giving him a light kiss on the lips. "You don't have to wait up." He nodded slowly and she slipped quietly out the door.
She looked down at the room number printed on her palm and found the room she was looking for. She swallowed dryly and raised her fist to knock when the door swung open.
"You can never fucking get here on time, can you?" The person snapped, grabbing Stacy by the arm and yanking her inside. A blindfold was immediately placed over her eyes and she knew what was going to happen next.
*~*~*~*
"Now go back to your boyfriend. God knows why he would want you though you worthless bitch."
Stacy felt herself being shoved out of the room and she fell to the floor. The door slammed behind her and she tentatively reached up and removed the blindfold. She held onto the wall for support and lifted herself up, making sure to get as far away from the door as she could before attempting that.
The lighting was dim in the hallway and she strained her eyes to find her room, finally doing so after fifteen minuets of searching. She opened the door and shut it behind her quietly. She turned around half-expecting to see darkness and instead Andrew was in bed, just reading.
He smiled when he saw her and put the book down. "What's wrong?" He asked after taking in her shaken-up appearance. She didn't answer him and he got up and wrapped his arms around her, quickly noticing that she was trembling. He held her at arms length and repeated the question.
"It's nothing. There were just these guys in the hall saying some stuff." She replied and stopped him as he started towards the door. "Don't, it's not worth it. Let's just go to sleep."
He agreed reluctantly and eventually they both fell asleep.
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
Cause I've seen the dark side too
"Miss Keibler, Mr. Bischoff would like a word with you." The stagehand said briefly before disappearing to run some more errands.
Stacy nodded and fixed the cuff of her jeans before making her way towards the General Manager's office. She stopped in front of the door and knocked quietly before pushing the door open. She was relieved to find him alone and sat down in one of the chairs across from his desk.
Eric typed a bit more into the computer and then turned to her. "Do you have any reason why I asked you in my office today?"
"None whatsoever." She answered truthfully.
He folded his hands and looked up. "There have been some people coming up to me and expressing their concern for you. They said you haven't been acting like yourself lately and you seem more distant." He paused. "Is there anything that you want to talk to me about? Any concerns you may have?"
Stacy wanted to tell him, just tell him and then everything would be fine and she'd be back to normal and- " No." She replied, interrupting her own thoughts. "I'm honestly touched that everyone's worried about me but I'm fine. I may not be getting a lot of sleep, but something like that can be easily fixed." She watched as he kept the uncertain look on his face a minute longer and then he smiled.
He reached out and they shook hands. "Just remember if you need to talk my door's always open." He assured.
Stacy stood up. It sounded better when Andrew said it. "Thank you Mr. Bischoff, I appreciate it." She walked out of the room and immediately bumped into the person she least wanted to.
"You had better not be telling Bischoff." Victoria snapped, grabbing Stacy by the hair and pulling her head back. "Because you know what's going to happen if you do." She suddenly looked up in alarm and pretended to be smoothing Stacy's hair down as Trish approached them. "So do you see how well the shampoo works?"
Trish looked at them suspiciously.
"Yeah." Stacy stammered. "Thanks for the tip, it does work well. Hey Trish." She greeted weakly.
"Hi." Trish responded slowly, still looking at Victoria like she didn't trust her. "What's going on?" She asked.
Victoria smiled widely. "I was just telling Stacy about this trick that my stylist recommended for me. You wanna hear?"
Trish shook her head. "No, no that's fine. I have my own stylist thanks."
"Do you think you're too good for me or something?" Victoria said evenly.
"I don't think I'm too good for you." Trish smirked. "I know I am." She caught Victoria's hand as it came towards her face and reversed it, sending the brunette tumbling to the ground. "Don't mess with me." She said simply, causing Victoria to scowl.
Stacy glanced between the two and slowly backed away from the oncoming disagreement. That wasn't something she wanted to be in the middle of. Plus she knew it was going to come later anyway.
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