DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the WWE characters or anything WWE related, they all belong to Vince McMahon. The concept of the story is kind if Gossip Girlish, so I guess that belongs to Cecily Von Ziegesar, I just altered it some to fit with the whole WWE scheme of things.

A/N: Omg, I was just going through the other chapters that I have posted and I noticed some typos! I promise you that I actually take the time and edit these things because I always like to give a good first impression in everything-especially in my writing because that is my form of communicating with you all on here, but idk, for some reason I do have some typos and I know we all make mistakes and I'm not the exception to the rule, but I thought it was just weird 'cause I know I went through and fixed my errors, so yeah...I apologize for that. Okay, now I'm wondering, does that happen to everyone when they post their fics, or does this site just hate me? LOL! Okay, well anyway, enough about that and here is the latest chapter-happy reading and thank you all for the reviews! I really appreciate it and I enjoy reading them-it makes it all the more fun when I am writing the fic, and seriously just thanks for taking the time to write them and expressing to me what you guys think about it! (Using crazy, screeching-reminscent of a Justin Bieber fangirl voice) Oh, and before I forget-did you guys hear about the news? NO? YES? Well, who cares if you did-Randy Orton has a Twitter now! It's RealRKOrton if you guys are wondering. Yeah, I was happy when I found out about it too, I like to know what they are up too-ALL THE TIME!(And scene! I'm being sarcastic here by the way, I'm just making fun of everyone that made such a big deal about it-I thought it was hilarious. I actually dislike, twitter, myspace, and facebook-I don't understand the fascination around them because nobody needs to know what you are doing 24/7. I don't mean any disrespect to anyone-it's not my intention to offend you at all, but that's just how I view the whole craze) Anyway, here's the chapter! :D


Round and Round

"Hey everyone, long time no see, how was your weekend?" Mrs. Goldstein, or as everyone preferred to call her, Goldie, was one of the company's Executive Officers in the Board of Directors. She sat firm, hands interlocked with each other, placed at the head of the table as she spoke. She was in charge while Stephanie's father, accompanied by the other half of the Board of Diectors, tended to other more important business matters. "I really hope that you all had a wonderful weekend at Vince's dinner party. I for once, had the greatest weekend up in Kansas and it was very serene."

All ninety-three employees at WWE, and it's sixty faculty and staff members suppressed their snickers and amusement. Every single one of them knew that Mrs. Goldstein was having and affair with a woman up up in Kansas. Her name was Rhonda, and she was a computer forensics specialist.

Oh, Bible and preach that shit, sista!

Goldie liked to pride herself in her work. She was definitely not one to tolerate meanness. She said the workplace was supposed to be a bully free zone, that anyone who was old enough to work, should be treated as an adult-and treat others around them with the respect and courtesy that they most certainly deserved. Her utmost favorite saying was, "If we all worked on the assumption that what is accepted as true is really true, there would be little hope of advance." The most minor of defamation of anyone, especially within reach of her ears, would surely face the consequences-one week suspension and a month without pay, because defamation of charcater was of zero tolerance in the company-by all Board of Members. But in all reality, those punishments were hardly ever to be enforced. Goldie and the rest of the Board of Members were joyfully ignorant. She doubtlessly couldn't hear any of the mumblings going on towards the back of the room, the area where Stephanie and the rest of the women sat.

"I thought you said that Trish would be arriving back here today," Natalie Neidhart whispered simultaneously to Mickie James.

That early morning, Stephanie and Victoria and Mickie and Natalie had all gathered together for their usual morning trip to the local Starbucks to accompany their routinely nicotine fix. It had become second nature to them as they had been following the same ritual religiously for approximately two years now, and they honestly half expected Trish to tag along, since Stephanie and Trish were the originators of this routine, she was well aware of their whereabouts. But everyone had been summoned to the arena fifteen minutes ago, and the girls had yet to run into Trish.

Stephanie grew angry with herself for allowing the distress to intensify within, but even so, she was nowhere near as angry with herself as she was with Trish. She hated the fact that Trish had created such mystery around her return than there already needed to be. She felt her stomach churn as she heard her friends whisper, skewing in their seats, waiting at times with bated breath for a small sneak-peek of the glory that is Trish, as if she was the Queen of England herself-enlightening them with her mere majestic presence.

"Chances are she hasn't arrived because she's too doped up on drugs to even tell right from left," Mickie James offered her input, whispering softly, so only the they could hear her. "I mean, was I the only one that noticed that long hour she spent locked away in Stephanie's bathroom last night? God only knows what she was doing in there."

"I heard something along the lines that she is trafficking drugs in front of the museum of sex...or, was it trading sex for drugs? I don't even know anymore, but I think she has a serious problem, she's an addict." Victoria told Natalie.

"If you think what you are hearing is bad," Mickie added. "Just wait until you see her for yourself, she's a total mess, one utterly, huge, and complete hot mess."

Natalie nodded, "Yeah, I can imagine. I heard she was part of some underground sex cult."

Victoria unleashed a small chuckle. "I'm starting to wonder if she'll ask us to join."

"Are you serious?" Mickie said. "She can hitch rides from total strangers and live the vida loca, getting high, doing sexual favors guaranteed of all the kinky shit she knows, but I for once know that I don't want to be a part of it. I refuse."

"I hear the initiation is the most insane part of joining their sex cult. Something about a dungeon, a master, some shackles...a little bit of this and a little bit of that, but I can't even muster the rest in words-it's just so degrading." Victoria chimed in.

"Ew, that's disgusting." Natalie spoke. "I think I just gagged in my mouth a little, why do I have to be such a visual person?"

"Now, I would like to hear some of your input and allow you to voice your opinions in front of all your peers. After everyone has been heard we can kind of brainstorm together, so we can find some common ground and propel the company to a more prosperous direction, because you know what they say...together everyone achieves more." Goldie announced. "Who wants to start us off?"

WWE Diva, Barbara Blank, or just Barbie, better known to all by her on-screen name of Kelly Kelly, raised her hand and waited to be called upon. All one hundred and fifty-three pair of eyes settled on her as she stood from her seat.

Trish noticed the amount of cars parked in the arena's parking lot as she made her way around the corner, she cursed herself under her breath for not being on time. She wondered if old age was finally getting to her. Not that she was insanely old, but how else could she explain not hearing the deafening alarm clock? She hadn't been up this early since her last match at the Unforgiven PPV against Lita a.k.a. Amy Dumas. And most importantly, she had forgotten how bad it felt to be up this early. Good thing she hadn't set up a meeting to talk to Mr. McMahon earlier this morning or she would have been late for that too, and that would have been something humiliating in it of itself. Lucky for her, Mr. McMahon had pulled her aside last night before the end of the dinner party to learn exactly what it was that Trish had to say to him. To say he was ecstatic about Trish wanting to return to the company was a complete understatement.

Barbara Blank spoke softly and eloquently in front of the rest of her peers, faculty, and staff, glancing occasionally at the bulletins she had jotted down in pen on her note-pad before finding the courage to stand in front of everyone. It had taken her almost all summer to find this newfound attitude, she was slowly but surely getting better at it. It was still a working progress, but she knew inside her that she had to follow through because she was tired of people in the company overlooking her and not talking her seriously whenever she had something of importance to say, she knew that people only thought of her as something pretty to look at, but not to hear.

Although she had preferred to be invisible, and secretly still did, she knew this was escalating into a problem and she had to make a change for the better. She was long and lean, with beautiful sleek blond hair and a little rookie within the company. So opting to be invisble and wanting to keep a low profile wasn't such a bad thing. Actually, she was every guys wet dream, they practically undressed her with just their eyes, so the task was sometimes difficult for her but nowhere near impossible.

Can you imagine a day in the life?

Barbara was standing at the front row located at the right of the main table, next to one of the windows that overlooked outside the arena. Suddenly an abrupt movement coming from the opposite side of the window caught her attention. Traces of golden-wheat hair strands where flying erratically. Classic navy Lauren Moffatt toggle coat. Trendy turquoise suede boots. It's not a combination that Barbara would choose for herself, but the woman on the opposite end of hers made it work flawlessly. Could it possibly be...was it really...but it couldn't...No way! But it cleary was?

And in fact, it was.

A few minutes later Trish Stratigias rushed open the doors of the room where the meeting was being held and stopped in front of the doors to find a vacant seat. She was breathing heavily, trying to catch some air while running her fingers through her windblown hair, yet somehow, still very model-chic on the front cover of Harper's BAZAAR. The apples of her cheek were light with a flush of baby pink and her eyes were bright and awake with the run from the parking lot to the meeting room. She looked even more perfect than Barbara could have ever imagined.

"Oh. My. God." Natalie murmured back to Victoria from their place in the back of the room. "What the hell is she wearing? Did she like, randomly pick out her outfit from the nearest thrift store?"

"And look at her hair? Hasn't she ever heard of a brush?" Mickie laughed lightly. "It's so tangled and disheveled...maybe from the results of a quickie with the first guy to have crossed her path in the parking lot."

Barbara cleared her throat as she came to the conclusion of her speech. "I hope with what I have just spoken, you will be able to further understand the fact, that we collectively..."

"Look there, you see," Mickie pointed out. "With all the layers of clothing Trish is wearing, I think it's safe to say that she is definitely trying to hide the first stages of her pregnancy." Mickie finished with a low voice as she waited for Natalie Neidhart to chime in.

"Hmm, it could be that she just had an abortion earlier in the morning and she's trying to cover up the fact from prying eyes. That could explain why she didn't meet with us and why she is late now." Natalie offered back in a whisper.

"My father organizes a lot of charities with Sphinx House," Victoria informed Gail Kim. "That is how I will find out if Trish has been there. I am almost positive that that is why she came back midway through the year. She has certainly been to rehab to detoxify herself from all that excess waste in her system."

"I hear that people in Europe are starting this new trend where you blend castor sugar and ceylon cinnamon and tea and just snort it. It's like crack, but it makes your skin break-out in hives if you end up doing it for long periods of time." Michelle McCool joined in the conversation. "Your nose starts to shrink and you develop a huge gap in the cartilage that serves to separate the two sides of your nose."

Stephanie's anger faded away as she heard fragments of her friends' colorful dialogue, scraping a smirk with her shimmering pale-rose lips.

Goldie turned to acknowledge Trish's presence, nodding and smiling in her direction briefly. Once Barbara had finished with her speech and was seated back down in her place, did Goldie stand at the head of the table to formally introduce Trish to all in attendance.

"Everyone, I would like for us all to take the time to welcome back our old friend Patricia Stratigias. Patricia has been reinstated into the company once again as of last night from what I understand." Goldie paused to offer her another smile. "Why don't you find yourself a seat so we can continue with the meeting, Patricia?"

Trish walked through a parted aisle until she fund a vacant chair next to a quite but intimidating Oleh Oleksandrovich Prudius, or Vladimir Kozlov, yeah...that's less complicated of a name.

Barbara could barely contain her excitment. Trish Stratigias! She couldn't fathom in her head the idea of Trish Stratigias being in the same room that she was in, breathing her same air, and only three feet away from her! She was the real deal and she was there in such close proximity. And so complete with the poise of maturity.

"I wonder what is the exact count of times that she has had sex?" Barbara inquired to herself.

Silently Barbara imagined Trish and a tall, dark, and handome Greek man on the hood of his car in the middle of a deserted gravel road...bodies covered in beads of sweat, hearts racing, panting, and eyes full of lust-totally caught up in th heat of the moment. Then Barbara wondered off into a different scenery of Trish and another one of her imaginary men on the porch swing, having an intellectual conversation under the night sky as their witness until they shared a very passionate kiss which then lead to things getting a little more physical, and they ended up having sex-a lot of hot sex, until early dawn.

How astonishing, Barbara thought. No contest, Trish Stratigias was easily the most astonishing woman in the entire universe. Positively more astonishing than the other Divas. And even more impressive coming in late, in the middle of the year, and looking like that.

Trish hadn't had a haircut in over two years, and if it was even possible, her hair was looking a lot longer and rougher than it had last night-definitely beautiful, the whole shagginess of it worked well for her. Her featherweight white pocket-tee looked a tiny bit wornout, and through it, you could catch a glimpse of her pink lace bra. She tied up the look with a pair of black, stretch legging-fit jeans. The turquoise suede boots still made her stick out like a sore thumb, calling more attention than she already had swirling around her arrival.

"What the fuck is she wearing?" Victoria Crawford seethed.

"Maybe in her twisted head she thinks that hideous turquoise looks like Alexander McQueen or something." Gail chuckled back.

"I think she's trying to make a bold declaration," Mickie countered in a low voice. "Like, look at me, I'm Trish, I'm gorgeous, and that means I can wear anything I please."

Of course she can, Stephanie thought. In fact that was one of the things she loathed about Trish, she could wear anything and never once make the cut on the worst dressed list. She looked amazing in everything and anything!

But enough about how Trish looked. What Barbara, and really everyone for that matter, wanted to know was: Why is she back?

They strained and stretched their necks to get a better view. Did she have any bruises? Was she high? Could she be pregnant? Perhaps sporting an alcohol monitoring bracelet? Any tattoos? Anything different with her at all?

"Is that a scar on her neck I see?" Natalie said in a hushed voice.

"She could have had her throat slit one night when she was trafficking drugs," Victoria spoke back. "Speaking of scars, I heard that she had a face-lift this past summer in Europe, the surgeon had some minor-or, in her case, probably major complications during surgery. It's starting to make a lot more sense now since you claim you see a scar on her neck."

Goldie resumed to addressing everyone in attendance. Trish just relaxed in her seat, crossing her legs in front of her, sealing her eyes shut, and allowing her hands to rest freely on her lap as she tried to delight in the moment, being surrounded my all the superstars and divas and the people who had become her friends, listening to Goldie's voice. Looking back at it, she couldn't understand why she had been so nervous in the first place. She'd accidently overslept that morning and had to get fully dressed in ten minutes, grabbing the first selections of clothing that made her feel comfortable and feminine at the same time. She'd opt to wear her sister Christie's featherweight white pocket-tee that looked slightly wornout and her other sister Melissa's turquoise suede boots. She missed her sisters an awful lot and this was a way to keep them somewhat close to her.

"Oh my God, the she has some nerve falling asleep." Victoria whispered to Gail.

Gail shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe she had a long night settling back in, she must be tired," Gail responded. "Or maybe just a long night trading sex for drugs in front of the museum of sex. You know all those raunchy men would line up at the idea of having sex with Trish Stratus, "Canada's Greatest Export" what a joke. Heard she was the sole cause of the spreading of venereal diseases in Europe- and she was run out of the country for it."

"Oh, don't forget all those trips in the late hours of the night to the local store to load up on munchies after getting stoned. That must take a lot of her time-especially since I'm sure that she's a steady user." Mickie finished, sending the women into a series of giggles in the back of the room.

Stephanie had to chew the insides of her mouth just to keep from laughing. It was just too hilarious.