Disclaimer: I own anyone in this story that you may not recognize. Everyone from the WWE owns themselves!
Authors Note: Hey all! I hope you all enjoy this story! Remember to review! -Diva
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Chapter One
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Sighing, the blonde woman slid the key card into the reader on her door. As quietly as she could, she slipped into the room, hoping it was empty. Relief washed over her as she looked around, not seeing her usual roomate. Smiling, she walked over to her bed and sat down, taking her shoes off.
"You're late. Very, very late." She heard a deep voice behind her. She froze, slowy turning around. There he stood, arms crossed over his muscular chest.
"I-I know." She stuttered. "I'm so sorry, I was just out with Amy and Lisa Marie, and we got caught up, and..." She was cut off abruptly as he approached her, roughly taking her face in one of his hands.
"I've told you before that I don't want you hanging around with Amy." He growled, squeezing harder. "And yet you see her anyways." He let go of her face.
"I'm sorry..." She started again, but before she could finish this time, he reached a strong hand back, slapping her cheek. Her head jerked to the side, and immediately, one of her petite hands cupped her stinging cheek. Her mouth dropped open slightly, and her brown eyes were wide in shock. After a moment, she turned to face him again. He was standing there as if nothing had happened.
"I won't do it again." She said softly. An angry red mark was forming on her cheek, and she knew that there would be a bruise there in the morning. He nodded, and slid into the bed beside her. She stood up and grabbed her pajamas, the extremely short silk shorts and thin silk tank top he made her wear, and changed, before getting back into bed.
"Night, baby." He said, kissing her cheek as she slid underneath the sheets. He reached over and turned the light off, and she turned on her side.
Just before falling asleep, a single tear slipped down Stacy Keibler's cheek.
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Upon looking in the mirror the next morning, Stacy indeed noticed a large, purple bruise covering part of her cheek. She touched it, wincing slightly as her manicured fingers traced a soft trail on the mark. After looking in the mirror for a moment more, she heard Andrew's alarm clock go off. Quickly, she started her shower and was out about ten minutes later. Andrew was sitting on their bed when she walked out of the steamy bathroom, wearing a short blue-jean skirt and a red halter top. She blow-dried her long, blonde hair and put her makeup on while Andrew took his shower. She made sure to put a little extra foundation on her cheek to cover up the bruise perfectly. As soon as Andrew emerged from the bathroom, the pair left for the arena. The ride in the rental car over was filled with an uncomfortable silence that made Stacy uneasy. Luckily for her, they arrived at the arena about ten minutes later.
"I expect you to be on time tonight." Andrew said, looking at her intently. She looked back at him, her eyes wide, and nodded.
"Yes Andrew." She replied, glancing down. He smirked and locked the rental car before walking into the building. Stacy stayed at the car for a moment, composing herself before she went inside.
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Adam rolled his eyes as Andrew entered the men's locker room later that night, a smug smile on his face. The blonde man had never been a fan of Andrew - especially since he started dating Stacy Keibler.
'Stacy...' Adam said to himself as his thoughts drifted. The long blonde hair, large doe-like brown eyes, flawless face...she was absolutely gorgeous. But her looks were nothing compared to her personality...she had a personality like no one Adam had ever met before. She was so bubbly and optomistic, and she always had a nice thing to say to everyone. Every time she smiled at him, he couldn't help but melt inside.
"Yo, Adam, you alive in there man?" The voice of Shane Helms snapped him out of his thoughts. He blinked and looked up at the green-haired man. He was in his Hurricane costume, minus the mask.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." He said, standing up. He was already in his tights as well. He checked his watch once before taking it off, realizing that it was five minutes until show time. He gave one final glance to Andrew before following Shane out of the room.
"Our match is second tonight, right?" He asked him as he caught up with him halfway down the hallway.
"Yep, against Test and Steiner." Shane replied as they walked into catering. Adam grabbed a bottle of water and sat down at a table, sipping on it. A few minutes later, the doors opened again. Stacy and Amy walked in, with Amy chatting animatedly about something. His breath caught in his throat. Stacy looked beautiful, as she usually did, in a red halter top, blue jean skirt, and strappy heels. Her blonde hair was in soft ringlets around her face. He noticed that she wasn't smiling as much as she normally did.
"Alright guys, two minutes." A stagehand said, approaching Adam and Shane. Adam nodded and capped his water before standing up and walking to the gorilla position.
"Hey, Adam!" He heard Amy say as she approached the two. "Ready?" She grinned. Adam raised an eyebrow in her direction.
"Yep, sure am..." He trailed off. Just as he said that, his music boomed. He heard Lillian say his name, and he ran out onto the ramp. The fans went crazy, mostly the females, screaming at the top of their lungs. Shane came in right behind him, suprisingly with Amy at his side. All three of them got into the ring as Test's music hit. Adam looked at Amy with a confused expression.
'Vince changed it at the last minute.' She mouthed to him. He nodded and turned his head back to the ramp, where Scott Steiner was making his way down. When he was about halfway down, Stacy came out, her usual bright smile on her face. The screaming grew louder as she swung one leg over the second rope and seductivly bent over as she got inside of the ring. When she looked up Adam caught her eyes with his own. He smiled slightly, almost shyly, as she walked to a turnbuckle opposite of him. He didn't even hear the bell ring and was caught off guard as Test elbowed him in the stomach.
"I saw you looking at Stacy again." He growled in Adam's ear as they locked up in the middle of the ring. "If I've told you once, I've told you a million times. Stay away from her. Don't even look at her." Adam rolled his eyes and managed to get out of his grip long enough to grab his arm, wrenching it and putting pressure on his shoulder. He cried out in pain and Adam bent down close to him.
"I'll look at who I damn well want to." Adam told him before dropping an elbow onto his arm and tagging Shane in. Test managed to tag in Steiner before Shane got to him, and Shane got a pretty bad beating from him. Steiner covered him, but right as the ref got to two, Amy rushed in and kicked Steiner hard in the back. She helped Shane up and Shane tagged her in while Steiner tagged Stacy in. The two women wrestled for a few minutes before Amy did a Twist of Fate on Stacy and covered her for the one-two-three. Both Adam and Shane got into the ring, and Amy held their hands high as she stood between them. They got out of the ring with Stacy still laying in it. Test and Steiner were throwing insults their way before Test finally picked Stacy up and carried her back to the gorilla position. He dropped her roughly once they were off cameras and shot her a nasty glare as she looked at him. Adam noticed fear in her wide eyes. She ran her hands over her face before standing up, and that mixed with the tiny bit of sweat on her face made a tiny bit of her makeup come off.
Adam looked closely, and knew he saw a shade of purple on her cheek as she walked off to the women's locker room.
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Authors Note: Hey all! I hope you all enjoy this story! Remember to review! -Diva
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Chapter One
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Sighing, the blonde woman slid the key card into the reader on her door. As quietly as she could, she slipped into the room, hoping it was empty. Relief washed over her as she looked around, not seeing her usual roomate. Smiling, she walked over to her bed and sat down, taking her shoes off.
"You're late. Very, very late." She heard a deep voice behind her. She froze, slowy turning around. There he stood, arms crossed over his muscular chest.
"I-I know." She stuttered. "I'm so sorry, I was just out with Amy and Lisa Marie, and we got caught up, and..." She was cut off abruptly as he approached her, roughly taking her face in one of his hands.
"I've told you before that I don't want you hanging around with Amy." He growled, squeezing harder. "And yet you see her anyways." He let go of her face.
"I'm sorry..." She started again, but before she could finish this time, he reached a strong hand back, slapping her cheek. Her head jerked to the side, and immediately, one of her petite hands cupped her stinging cheek. Her mouth dropped open slightly, and her brown eyes were wide in shock. After a moment, she turned to face him again. He was standing there as if nothing had happened.
"I won't do it again." She said softly. An angry red mark was forming on her cheek, and she knew that there would be a bruise there in the morning. He nodded, and slid into the bed beside her. She stood up and grabbed her pajamas, the extremely short silk shorts and thin silk tank top he made her wear, and changed, before getting back into bed.
"Night, baby." He said, kissing her cheek as she slid underneath the sheets. He reached over and turned the light off, and she turned on her side.
Just before falling asleep, a single tear slipped down Stacy Keibler's cheek.
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Upon looking in the mirror the next morning, Stacy indeed noticed a large, purple bruise covering part of her cheek. She touched it, wincing slightly as her manicured fingers traced a soft trail on the mark. After looking in the mirror for a moment more, she heard Andrew's alarm clock go off. Quickly, she started her shower and was out about ten minutes later. Andrew was sitting on their bed when she walked out of the steamy bathroom, wearing a short blue-jean skirt and a red halter top. She blow-dried her long, blonde hair and put her makeup on while Andrew took his shower. She made sure to put a little extra foundation on her cheek to cover up the bruise perfectly. As soon as Andrew emerged from the bathroom, the pair left for the arena. The ride in the rental car over was filled with an uncomfortable silence that made Stacy uneasy. Luckily for her, they arrived at the arena about ten minutes later.
"I expect you to be on time tonight." Andrew said, looking at her intently. She looked back at him, her eyes wide, and nodded.
"Yes Andrew." She replied, glancing down. He smirked and locked the rental car before walking into the building. Stacy stayed at the car for a moment, composing herself before she went inside.
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Adam rolled his eyes as Andrew entered the men's locker room later that night, a smug smile on his face. The blonde man had never been a fan of Andrew - especially since he started dating Stacy Keibler.
'Stacy...' Adam said to himself as his thoughts drifted. The long blonde hair, large doe-like brown eyes, flawless face...she was absolutely gorgeous. But her looks were nothing compared to her personality...she had a personality like no one Adam had ever met before. She was so bubbly and optomistic, and she always had a nice thing to say to everyone. Every time she smiled at him, he couldn't help but melt inside.
"Yo, Adam, you alive in there man?" The voice of Shane Helms snapped him out of his thoughts. He blinked and looked up at the green-haired man. He was in his Hurricane costume, minus the mask.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." He said, standing up. He was already in his tights as well. He checked his watch once before taking it off, realizing that it was five minutes until show time. He gave one final glance to Andrew before following Shane out of the room.
"Our match is second tonight, right?" He asked him as he caught up with him halfway down the hallway.
"Yep, against Test and Steiner." Shane replied as they walked into catering. Adam grabbed a bottle of water and sat down at a table, sipping on it. A few minutes later, the doors opened again. Stacy and Amy walked in, with Amy chatting animatedly about something. His breath caught in his throat. Stacy looked beautiful, as she usually did, in a red halter top, blue jean skirt, and strappy heels. Her blonde hair was in soft ringlets around her face. He noticed that she wasn't smiling as much as she normally did.
"Alright guys, two minutes." A stagehand said, approaching Adam and Shane. Adam nodded and capped his water before standing up and walking to the gorilla position.
"Hey, Adam!" He heard Amy say as she approached the two. "Ready?" She grinned. Adam raised an eyebrow in her direction.
"Yep, sure am..." He trailed off. Just as he said that, his music boomed. He heard Lillian say his name, and he ran out onto the ramp. The fans went crazy, mostly the females, screaming at the top of their lungs. Shane came in right behind him, suprisingly with Amy at his side. All three of them got into the ring as Test's music hit. Adam looked at Amy with a confused expression.
'Vince changed it at the last minute.' She mouthed to him. He nodded and turned his head back to the ramp, where Scott Steiner was making his way down. When he was about halfway down, Stacy came out, her usual bright smile on her face. The screaming grew louder as she swung one leg over the second rope and seductivly bent over as she got inside of the ring. When she looked up Adam caught her eyes with his own. He smiled slightly, almost shyly, as she walked to a turnbuckle opposite of him. He didn't even hear the bell ring and was caught off guard as Test elbowed him in the stomach.
"I saw you looking at Stacy again." He growled in Adam's ear as they locked up in the middle of the ring. "If I've told you once, I've told you a million times. Stay away from her. Don't even look at her." Adam rolled his eyes and managed to get out of his grip long enough to grab his arm, wrenching it and putting pressure on his shoulder. He cried out in pain and Adam bent down close to him.
"I'll look at who I damn well want to." Adam told him before dropping an elbow onto his arm and tagging Shane in. Test managed to tag in Steiner before Shane got to him, and Shane got a pretty bad beating from him. Steiner covered him, but right as the ref got to two, Amy rushed in and kicked Steiner hard in the back. She helped Shane up and Shane tagged her in while Steiner tagged Stacy in. The two women wrestled for a few minutes before Amy did a Twist of Fate on Stacy and covered her for the one-two-three. Both Adam and Shane got into the ring, and Amy held their hands high as she stood between them. They got out of the ring with Stacy still laying in it. Test and Steiner were throwing insults their way before Test finally picked Stacy up and carried her back to the gorilla position. He dropped her roughly once they were off cameras and shot her a nasty glare as she looked at him. Adam noticed fear in her wide eyes. She ran her hands over her face before standing up, and that mixed with the tiny bit of sweat on her face made a tiny bit of her makeup come off.
Adam looked closely, and knew he saw a shade of purple on her cheek as she walked off to the women's locker room.
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