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The next few weeks saw the new degenerates cheat and screw over everyone in the WWF and the Alliance.

If someone had something they wanted, they took it. Fair or not.

By the end of the year Triple H held the WWF title, and both the WCW and WWF Tag Titles with Test. Rob was not only Hardcore Champ but the Intercontinental Champ and Light Heavyweight Champ.

Test was wearing the U.S. Championship around his waist as well as the European Title, Ala Kanyon, a tag title over either shoulder. He looked good in gold and all the women were noticing him. All the women that is except his wife. His wife who was never around, she was always busy training, obsessed with becoming the Woman's Champ.

Morgan had begun training after Hunter and Test convinced her the only title they needed to get was the Woman's title and for that they needed Morgan. Morgan worked hard, she wanted to make Test and Hunter proud of her. She worked out in the gym night and day, lifting weights and learning moves as fast as she could. She was a natural.

~?~

He rode the stationary bike his eyes never leaving Morgan as she worked out. The sweat glistening on her forehead and running down into her cleavage... God how he wanted to bury his face in there, lick the sweat off of her heaving breasts... 'Damn' he thought to himself 'I have got to stop this!'

It was becoming more than just a physical attraction he was falling in love with her!

~Test~

Test was sitting in the bar of the hotel. Swilling down his 10th beer he was moody and pissed and lonely.

His wife was once again at the gym working out. He was sick of it. He had never known Morgan wanted to get into the show end of the business...

He saw the blonde sitting at the bar eyeing him...He smiled at her and kept drinking. He was well on his way to being drunk.

It was time for Rob to get the Cruiserweight title and For Hunter to pick up the WCW Title belt.

Ivory was the current WWF Woman's champ. So the New Years Eve Smackdown card read in part: Morgan McMahon VS Ivory

Rob Van Damn VS Billy Kidman

Hunter Hearst Helmsley VS The Rock

Test was scheduled to defend the U.S. Title against Bradshaw of the APA.

Of course DX managed to pull it off. Rob and Hunter with Morgan's help. Test won all on his own. He hadn't needed any help. Test was backstage smirking about that and got into a huge fight with Morgan over it.
"You are being a conceited jackass!"

"At least I paid my dues to get where I am! You rode in her on our coat tails Morgan! You've never had a televised match and you get a shot at Ivory for the title! That is such crap!"

"I worked my ass off day and night to get where I am !"

"Yeah I am well aware of how many nights I fell asleep alone and mornings I woke up alone because you were at the gym!"

"Need I remind you that if it weren't for me you wouldn't have those titles around your waist! It's my looking out for your ass that you manage to keep them week after week!"

"Fuck you Morgan! I don't need you! I think I just proved that!"

"Go screw yourself Test! You got lucky because if Farooq had been here you sure as hell would have needed me or Hunter or Rob!"

"Go to hell Morgan! Let's see if you can win your match without me!"

He turned on his heel and walked out.

~?~

He stood back listening to the two of them fight. He smiled to himself. Was this the beginning of the end?

Hunter came up beside Morgan.

"Don't worry about Test, honey. He's just jealous and full of himself. It happens to all of us eventually. He'll get over it I promise. We need to get you ready for your match."

"Thanks Hunt! I am so pissed! I don't want any interference with Ivory tonight. I want to prove to him and everyone I can do this on my own."

"I'll only be there to take care of Helms if he gets out of line. Ok?"

"Deal!' She smiled at him.