Underneath It All
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Author:Jen
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Internet address: Characters: Stacy Keibler, Chris Jericho, Trish Stratus, Nora Greenwald, Christian, Randy Orton, etc
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or anything else having to dealwith the WWE. I am simply a fan.
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The sound of the cheering crowd echoed in Stacy's ears as she made her way through the backstage area. Her long legs leading her down the hallway after the match of The Dudley Boyz vs. Test and Scott Steiner on the November 17th edition of Raw. Her character was finally starting to do the right thing, despite any consequences. She was actually starting to like her character in the WWE.
She smiled to herself as she pulled her long hair into a ponytail, removing the sweaty tresses from the back of her neck. Her almond-colored eyes fluttered closed before spinning around at the sound of her name being called. "Stace!"
Stacy smiled, seeing one of her best friends, Nora Greenwald standing at the other end of the hallway. "Hey girl!" Stacy stopped in the hallway, waiting for Nora to catch up with her. When she reached her the two women began to walk in step. "I was just about to head to the locker room."
"Me too." Nora nodded as she looked over at her. "Great job out there tonight. I could tell you were enjoying being defiant." Stacy smirked slowly at her words.
"Yeah. I most definitely enjoyed doing that to Andrew." She admitted in a whisper. "Even if it is just his character that I did it to." Nora laughed softly as the two girls entered the almost empty women's locker room. Stacy walked immediately to her bag, pulling out her street clothes and smiling over at Nora. "By the way, hun, you were awesome tonight. You make quite the heel, I must say."
"What can I say? Maybe there's a little bit of evil hidden inside." Nora laughed loudly, shaking her head. Stacy simply laughed, changing into her black tank top and jeans.
She looked down at her watch, pursing her lips together in thought. "You're coming with us to 'Millenium' tonight, right?" Nora asked Stacy after a long moment, as Trish entered the locker room, already having changed back into her street clothes.
"No. I think I'm gonna take a rain check." Stacy offered, sending her a small smile.
"Stace. You've said that for the last two weeks." Her nose wrinkled slowly, Trish frowned slightly at Stacy's remark.
"Come on, Stace! I need another dancing partner. Please?"
"I—I'm just really tired guys. I appreciate the offer, I do." Stacy slipped her hands into her pockets, looking down quietly before glancing over at the two girls. "Maybe next time." And with that, Stacy picked up the duffel bag, hanging it over her shoulder.
Nora let out a soft sigh, as Stacy said goodbye and exited the locker room.
Stacy ran a hand over the back of her neck slowly as she headed towards the exit of the arena. She chewed on her lip slowly as she continued, rounding a corner distractedly.
SMACK. Stacy instantly felt her body pressed against something hard. Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she realized that it was, in fact, someone's body. She slowly stepped back, her forehead creased. "Excuse-"
"Stace, if you wanted to touch me you could've just said so." A slow smirk spread across the lips of Randy Orton. He was so arrogant it was sickening.
An expression of distaste slowly spread across the slender woman's features. "Don't flatter yourself, Orton."
Randy grinned at her slowly. "Are you trying to tell me you don't want me? I see the way you look at me."
"Let me put it in terms that you minuscule little brain might understand." Stacy began, shooting a glare in the large man's direction. "I'd rather be skinned alive then spend time with you, let alone touch you. You disgust me... and that's exactly how I look at you: with disgust. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be." She muttered quietly, pushing past him to exit the arena.
"Maybe you're just a masochist. I'll see you tomorrow at the House Show." Randy grinned knowingly, he loved watching her squirm, he loved getting under her skin just to get a rouse out of her.
"Asshole." Stacy muttered, and with that, she exited the arena.
Stacy lay rigidly in the bed in the hotel suite that she was sharing with Nora. She wiped silently at her wet cheeks, laying in the dark. All she could see was the bright red letters on the clock, reading: 2:30 A.M. She listened as Nora and Jay laughed quietly on the other side of the hotel room door. She sighed to herself, pulling the covers up over her shoulders and slouching down in the bed.
Nora entered the hotel room a few minutes later, calling softly into the darkness. "Stace?"
There was no answer. Stacy stared blankly at the wall, thoughts consuming her.
"Stace?" She tried again, but still there was no answer. Nora sighed softly, pulling her nightie off of the bed where she had placed it before they left, and made her way into the bathroom to prepare for bed.
Stacy's eyes closed tightly, hugging the pillow to herself, whispering into the lingering darkness. "What is wrong with me?"