Chapter Nine

Written By: Mage Eliseth (Also author of "To Fight For Her", "Promise Me Forever", and "The Masquerade")

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Matt stretched his arms, arching his back and slowly opening his eyes to the early morning dawn slanting in through his hotel room window. He felt panic rise up in him as he reached out his right arm and felt silky skin beneath his fingertips. He glanced over to see none other than Stacy Kiebler lying next to him, her back turned to him and her satin blonde tresses flowing out behind her like a delicate Japanese fan. Her ribs expanded in a rhythmic pattern as she breathed.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?!?!" Matt exclaimed, bolting upright and wrapping the blanket around his waist. Unfortunately, that was a rather foolish move, because the blanket tapered off her thin figure revealing her naked flesh.

Stacy moaned as she rolled onto her side to face Matt, peering at him through slits in her exhaustion.

"Don't you remember last night Matt?" Stacy yawned, sitting upright, totally oblivious to her nakedness.

"No! What happened?"

"Well…" Stacy grinned, walking her fingers up his shoulders and stroking his face with her index, "You were at the bar with your brother and some other losers from the WWF, and by the time I came up to you to say hello, you were completely wasted. I offered to drive you home, and as I helped you your door, you admitted to me that you have always been attracted to me and wanted one night alone."

Matt cringed from her touch as if she were a leper.

"You seduced me, didn't you? You probably got me drunk and convinced me to fuck you!"

Stacy reached across the bed and slapped Matt straight across the face, her face molding into one of loathing.

"How dare you insult me this way? I was probably the best night you'll ever have! I give you one night of pleasure, doing things I'm sure your prude Southern girlfriend could never even conceive!" Stacy snapped.

Matt returned the slap, clenching his teeth.

"Don't you ever, EVER insult my girlfriend like that again!" he snarled, squeezing her arm tightly as she yelped in pain.

Matt froze when he heard the door to his room open, feeling utter alarm as he saw Jeff walk in.

"Hey Matt, what happened to you last night?" his jaw dropped when he saw Stacy lying in the bed next to him, his question answered.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt. I'll check on you later. Stacy," he tipped his hat in greeting, and practically ran to the door.

Stacy stood up, throwing on her clothes as quickly as she could and running a brush through her hair.

"Well, for a slut that supposedly seduced you, you sure can't take your eyes off me…" she said coyly, staring at him in the mirror.

Matt's face turned red, and he looked away to avoid her arrogant gaze.

"Just please leave Stacy."

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"Hurricane, you're back!" Molly shrieked, jumping on him in an exuberant hug.

Hurricane hugged Molly back, and set her down.

"Thank God for Ivory and Lance, getting me out of the slammer! I can't believe anyone would actually think I'd want to kill someone!" he replied, his eyes looking tired and drained.

"Don't worry Hurricane, it'll be okay now." Molly smiled gently, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Molly, can I talk to you real quick about our match tonight?" Lita asked, appearing suddenly behind Hurricane.

"Yeah sure," catching a tone in Lita's voice that something was wrong.

"What's wrong Lita?" Molly asked with concern.

"That stupid slut Stacy is what's wrong Molly! She seduced Matt at the bar last night, he woke up this morning with her in his bed. Jeff walked in to see if he was okay, and he saw the whole thing!" Lita remarked, rage glimmering in her eyes.

Molly's jaw dropped, her eyes clouding over with disbelief.

"So tonight, I'm challenging Stacy instead of you. I personally know Matt's girlfriend, and I'm not happy with that little stunt that she pulled. You can go back and tell Stacy I'll meet her in the rigng again, one on one. No interruptions, no Dudley Assholes to back her up… just her and me!" Lita punched the wall next to Molly's head, of course for dramatization so people wouldn't catch on that the two women were friends.

"Yeah right, like you'll win!" Molly countered, shoving Lita and glowering at her as she turned to leave.

"What was that all about?" Kanyon queried, wrapping his arm around Molly's waist possessively.

Molly flinched, turning her hate filled eyes to him, as she replied, "Nothing, nothing at all."

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Lita's eyes were the arrow and Stacy was the target as she glared loathingly at the slender blonde. Stacy feigned rage, but Lita could definitely smell fear penetrating from her. She jogged into the ring and grabbed Stacy by her hair, tossing her into a nearby turnbuckle and kicking her mercilessly in the stomach. The fair haired girl fell to her knees as Lita pulled her up to her feet and delivered piercing, painful chops to her chest. Normally this wasn't her regular move, but she wanted to inflict as much pain to this bitch as possible. Wrapping her arms around her stomach from behind, she tossed Stacy over her head, executing a meticulous suplex.

Lita then hovered over her still body, going straight for the 3 count. Stacy managed to kick out, but Lita immediately set on to her next move. She sat on top of her, throwing brutal punches to her face as she tried to knock out every tooth, bruise both eyes and break every bone. Stacy's head lolled lifelessly back, near unconsciousness. Lita then grinned demonically to the audience, and lifted Stacy by her waist, managing to yank down her hot pants. She removed a whip from the pockets of her oversized cargo pants and started spanking Stacy viciously. Again, this was something she usually preferred not to throw into her fighting, but she felt the little slut asked for it.

"Hey bitch, next time you hit on someone's who's already taken, remember this!" she roared, striking her one final time. Stacy's face was red between embarrassment and pain, but she made no effort to move. Lita then hooked her leg for the 3 count.

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Edge stared intently at the TV from backstage, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. He had never seen Lita this vicious in the ring before, and he was concerned. Not that Stacy didn't deserve such brutality, but Lita never used a whip in her matches. She thought it was inhumane, and utterly disgusting. She preferred straight on matches.

Just as he was walking out of the door to his dressing room, he heard Lita's raspy voice screaming, "Knock it off Test! Leave me alone!"

Edge felt anger grip him, as he squeezed his fists. What the hell was he doing now?

Edge jogged around a corner and stopped in shock at the sight before him. Test had a firm grip on Lita's arm, and was holding the whip high above her head, taunting her.

"Hey baby, you know I like it rough!" he mocked.

"Leave her alone!" Edge roared, spearing Test from behind and relentlessly slamming him head face first into the cement floor.

The world around him faded black as he neurotically smashed his head over and over again. How the hell can this jerk be so mean, so degrading?

Edge felt strong hands pulling him off of a badly battered Test. Test was lying limp on the floor, blood gushing out of his face and forming in a little pool as it seeped into his hair.

"Edge that's enough!" he heard Spike say firmly.

"Asshole! Let me at him!" Edge cried, making an attempt to jump on Test one final time, but instead his legs flailing wildly as his upper body was frozen by the hands of Spike, The Rock, and Chris Jericho.

"Edge, stop. I'm okay," Lita whispered, gently caressing his face with her hand.

Edge sneered at Test, pleased with the immense amount of blood draining from his face. He finally settled down and felt himself calm down.

"Come on Lita, let's go back to our hotel room," he replied, kicking Test in the head one last time as he passed by.

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The next morning, Stacy was hobbling into the gym to work out early. She wanted to avoid Lita at all costs. She was so embarrassed and still in a lot of pain from the match the night before.

She fainted when she saw Test's sallow body lying lifeless on the floor, blood caked against his arms. On the wall read, "I guess I passed the Test" in his own blood.

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Yeah I know, this is not my best writing but I wasn't inspired tonight. Sorry. :o( Please read and review.