Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.

A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)

Sorry for this chappy being so… chatty. I just want people to communicate right now! :)

The winner was… wait, I'll let you know in the story! (For once!) Thank you, voters!

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Trish avoided eye contact with Fiona.

"Well?" Fiona demanded. "Are you doing to tell me or not?"

Trish paused for a few seconds. "Smackdown"

Fiona sat in shock as Trish quickly left the room.

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Fiona had got back to the little hotel room, and she could still see Trish's face drop as she told Fiona of her future. "Smackdown! Smack-bloody- down!" Fiona picked up her cuddly rabbit and threw it at the wall. If she was the type, she would have trashed the room, but that was more Chrissie than Fiona. So she settled for watching 50's films and eating a mountain of chocolate instead.

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"You told her that?!" Kane said disbelievingly. "Did she freak?"

Trish shook her head, he blonde hair flying about her face. "No. I wish she did. She went all quiet and upset…"

"You're a cruel girl, Trish!" Kane said. "Treating an injured girl like that!"

"You know why that is, don't you, Kane?" Trish said smugly.

"Why?"

"I've been hanging out with Deadman Inc too long!"

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Chris Jericho was in his hotel room. It was cold, dark and he couldn't sleep. He had been having problems sleeping for the past few weeks, ever since his wife had split up with him. All because of that car mechanic back home.

All the anger and frustration was building up inside of him. Being a Superstar wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be fun. He was famous, why should he be sniffling over an ex wife who had no taste? Chris angrily got up, and started pacing across the room, before punching his fist into the wall, pulling on his trousers and leaving the room.

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Well, if she wasn't going to have company, she may as well start to work out, and be able to look after herself.

Fiona picked up her water bottle and headed down the stairs of the hotel. The gym probably wasn't strictly open, but these places always made exceptions for the famous. Or she would make them famous.

Fiona was in awe of herself. Even although her life was a mockery of a sham, she could still make feeble jokes. Maybe there was life after career suicide.

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Chris jumped as the door banged open. He saw the figure of Christine enter. She was wearing a gym skirt and a matching black sports bra. So much for a lonely anger management class.

"Tough night?" He asked her and she spun around.

"Chris?" She asked, and he nodded.

"The one and only," he said. "What are you doing here, then?"

Fiona giggled slightly. "It's a gym. I've come to work out?"

"Ahh… right. So what's bothering you, then?" He asked her.

"Why would anything be bothering me?"

Chris looked at her intently. "Chrissie, it's 5 am. Not exactly gym rush hour…"

"Unless you are in this hotel." She said with a little laugh

"Yeah. Come on, there's got to be a reason." He persisted.

"Ok, you'll find out sooner or later anyway. I'm annoyed at the draft."

"Why?" he asked her.

"Why?" she said "Didn't you see it?"

"Yeah"

"So… take a little guess as to why I am annoyed, why don't you?"

"Uh…. You hate Flair?"

"What?"

"Oh, god, this isn't an Austin impersonation, is it?!" Chris moaned.

"Huh? Why would I hate Flair if I've been sent to Smackdown?"

Chris laughed. "So that's what Trish told you?"

Fiona went on the defensive. "Yes, she did."

Chris laughed louder. "Chrissie, you're in RAW, with your dad, uncle and friend!"

"Seriously?"

Chris nodded. "Look, why don't we go get breakfast and I can fill you in on the draft and anything else you missed while unconscious."

Fiona looked at Chris, with his hopeful smile and a general perkiness about him since she made an idiot of herself. She had no other plans, unless you thought of greasy breakfast for one a plan. But should she go?

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A] Yes!

B] No!

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Am I evil or am I evil? Did ya think I sent her to Smackdown? (Humor me! :P) Please vote for the next choice in the reviews! You can also e-mail me at wwftasha@hotmail.com with any ideas or anything!