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"So, did you hear about all the gossip from Stephanie and Paul's wedding?" a tall blonde asked excitedly as she sat down in the chair and flipped her golden hair over her shoulder.

"Oh My Gosh, no! What happened?" said the older, more rotund woman in response. She took the hair in her hands and began to brush through it.

"Well, Michael Hayes got drunk as hell; apparently Linda McMahon was super pissed at him. Lots of people from the office slept together. I don't know if that's true and I don't care either because I don't know them."

"Is that it?"

"Oh no, no, no, no, no! Have I got news for you!"

Trish shook her head as she listened to Jan the makeup stylist and some voice she couldn't make out gossip about the wedding. It was hot news in the backstage alleys of the WWE locker room. For the past few days it had been all anybody was talking about. She had even heard people taking bets on how long it would last, how long Paul would last now that he was 'McMahon's bitch' and how long it would be before he cheated or Vince found out he didn't really love her. She rolled her eyes. All this from grown damn men. You would think they had nothing better to do than make a soap opera out of other people's lives. She was just about to exit from the screen she was getting changed behind when the next few sentences nearly blew her away in shock.

"Well what is it?" the smaller woman asked anxiously.

"The biggest news, apart from our duo actually tying the knot of course, is that Trish Stratus and the boy wonder danced all night. Then he took her back to his room and they did you know what."

"NO!"

"Oh yes! It seems like Shane isn't quite through with screwing the female locker room. I'm sure Trish was there just waiting to spread her legs," the blonde woman sneered.

Trish's eyes widened with disbelief. Was this girl serious? She was just waiting to spread her legs? Who the fuck did she think she was? She fought with every bit of reserve inside of her not to walk around there and slap that bitch upside the head, whoever she was. As quietly as possible, she moved to the side of the screen and peeked out. STACY FUCKING KIEBLER! What the hell was her problem?

"You know I've never really liked her," Stacy said, her face screwing up with her apparent disgust.

Jan's hands wavered in the golden strands for a brief second. She knew better than to get involved with the Diva's petty squabbles. "And why is that?" she asked cautiously.

"Why? Because she thinks she's it. Vince loves her, probably because she fucked him too and Paul thinks the sun shines out her ass. I'm pretty sure she has her claws in all the McMahon men, Paul included. Ever since I got here it's been all about Trish fucking Stratus and I'm sick of it. I'm just as pretty and marketable as her, so are Torrie and Dawn. Why don't we ever get pushed like that, Jan?"

"I...I don't know," she answered, slightly taken aback by the fierceness of the other woman's words. She sure as hell wasn't expecting that little outburst and she didn't' agree with it at all. She liked Trish and didn't believe a word Stacy was saying right now. Her better judgment told her to keep that little piece of information to herself.

"Yeah well me neither. But at least now everybody will know the real reason why she is where she is. It's because she's doing exactly the same thing as her best buddy and screwing her way to the top."

Good God! If word spread that she had slept with Shane she would be ruined. She had worked damn hard to earn the respect of the boys not to mention Vince himself who only saw her as eye candy when she first arrived here. She'd be damned if she was going to let this bitch ruin that. Angrily yanking her sweater down and over her head, she grabbed her bag and promptly stepped out from behind the screen. She delighted when Stacy's eyes grew wide and walked to stand in front of her. "It's nice to know what you really think, Stacy. And here I was thinking that we were friends. For your information, I didn't do anything with Shane McMahon other than dance, nor have I ever slept with any McMahon, 'Paul included,' she mimicked. Stacy's face dropped to an ugly snarl but Trish didn't give a crap. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't spread your bullshit rumours." After a tension filled stare down she turned to leave before just having to get one more thing out. "Oh, and by the way, you don't get pushed like me because you couldn't wrestle your way out of a paper bag, bitch!"

And with that she was out the door and storming down the hall like a woman on a mission. Somehow she ended up in the parking lot and automatically headed for her rental. Once inside, the confrontation got the better of her and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Damn her. She wasn't going to cry over that bitch. Now she understood fully what Paul meant when he spoke to her about his worries of dating Stephanie a few years back. All it took was one jealous person to spew some crap like Stacy was doing and her career would be tarnished. She wasn't stupid. She knew what some people thought about Paul and his situation. Unfortunately they were too blind to see how much he and Stephanie truly loved each other. It took her all of 1 second to realize that she shouldn't even waste her time pursuing him. He was head over heels in love with Stephanie and she didn't see anything changing that.

"Dammit!" she sighed heavily, her hand thumping against the steering wheel in frustration. She felt alone. The person she would usually talk and bitch to was on his honeymoon and she didn't want to bother him with this crap. He deserved the break. She wondered when Amy would arrive. Then again she would probably be with Matt all day. Another heavy sigh escaped and filled the silent car. At least her anger had dissipated a little. Now what was she going to do? Sit here in her car for a couple of hours until more people started to arrive? A sudden tap on the window almost made her jump out of her skin. She grasped at her chest while rolling down the window to reveal Shane McMahon. Crap. If Stacy was going to spread her bullshit she really didn't want to be around him right now. It wouldn't look good.

"Hey!"

"Oh, hey Shane."

"You heading inside?"

"Ummm, actually no, I'm not," she lied, biting her lip nervously. She didn't want to lie to him but she had to.

Shane frowned in confusion. "You're not? What are you doing out here then?"

"I'm just...I'm just...I need to go back to the hotel real quick. I forgot something." She smiled sheepishly and started the car.

"Oh well, I guess I'll see you when you get back then," he said dejectedly. She was acting strange that was for sure.

She did her best to ignore the disappointment in his eyes. "Yeah. See ya!" Rolling up the window, she pulled out of the lot and onto the street. Now she had to drive around the block a few times before going back in. God, why did she let Stacy get to her so much? And why did she have a sneaking suspicion that Shane was a little interested in her? This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all.