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The Affairs - Almost Routine -Chapter 6

"Stacy!" I hear someone shout my name and I turn to see who it is. The only person in my line of sight is Trish, so I turn round again and keep walking. I hear my name called again and again I can only see Trish. Then I realise Trish is the one calling me. "What?" I ask a little too sharply, I'm not in the mood to put on a dumb blonde act. "I think we need to talk" I glare at her struggling to bite back the comeback that leaps to my lips. "About what?" I ask all innocent, even fluttering my eyelashes. The effect is lost on Trish who just carries on in the same superior tone "Bubba" This catches my attention. Why would she want to talk to me about him? Unless she wants to probe me for information, which I very much doubt. "What about Bubba?" I ask cautiously. "You trying to keep us apart." I look at her incredulously (A look I've perfected in this industry, the psychos I work with) "Me, trying to." I laugh, because I would do I for Bubba's sake except I know its wrong. "Yeah, like today in the parking lot?" "What about it?" "You did the horn just to break us up" I can't help but splutter at this. "No Glen did, because he was saying bye, to be honest I couldn't give a toss what you and Bubba do, its your own business" I don't want to have this conversation so I walk away. "Really? That's not what you told Torrie now is it?" I stop and spin on my heel at this. "Pardon?" "Stacy, I don't fall for your sweet blonde act anymore than Bubba did, I heard Molly and Torrie talking about it and I heard Torrie tell her that 'Personally I think Trish likes him but Stacy, isn't convinced'" Trish put on a high voice to imitate Torrie and a low whisper for Molly "Really why's that?' 'Well, you know how she had a thing for him, and all that?' 'She never got with him though?' 'Well, she thinks she knows him well enough to understand she thinks Trish will use him, and then dump him," Trish stopped and looked at me before she reiterated the last sentence "Do you think she's just jealous, cos she missed out on him?"

I glare at Trish, and her smug little grin. I want to smack her but refrain, instead I glare as I say. "Trish, something you said there was right, I DID have a thing about Bubba, and I never followed through, that's because he deserved better. Your not better. I don't know what your going to do to him, but I don't trust you never have, never will. So yeah I would warn Bubba off you but instead I'll settle for warning you off Bubba." As I say this I force my hand round her throat choking her against the wall, and I growl "He is a beautiful, gorgeous person, and he doesn't deserve to be played with by you. If you even consider hurting him, I'll take your head off, got that?" I let go of her and storm off.

Not a lot of people know that I'm actually quite strong and a good wrestler. I could probably beat Trish or Lita, but I don't show it. I have the sort of body that doesn't show muscle so not many people can tell. When I joined the WWF, I sucked. Being a Nitro Girl doesn't need that sort of talent. However, it did set me up to be fit, healthy and the dancing is good for timing etc. It also made me surprisingly strong and agile. I just needed the technique. So just after Tough enough 1, I approached Al Snow, asking him if he could give me a few tips and wrestling hints. He did more that and between, him and a few trainers, I became pretty good. Al suggested me telling Vince I wanted more matches, proper physical ones, but I didn't. One side of my character that comes through on TV is that I'm quite the schemer, I always think things through and the way I saw it, keeping my ability close to my chest would give me an edge over the rest. I keep training still, I'm beginning to learn aerial moves. I'll keep learning secretly until I'm ready, then all the diva's won't know what's hit them. It's thoughts like this that I can enjoy. Even Torrie doesn't know I've been practising. You can't tell because I seem to wrestle in useless matches, wearing high heels so I look even worse. I don't mind though, I just think "You wait"

I watch Trish stalk off, a slight smile playing on my lips. I'm sure you think that our little conversation was not good, but to quote DDP - It's not a bad thing, its a good thing. You see, if she has spent the time to chew me out, it must mean she thinks I could ruin what she is trying to accomplish. That I'm still important to Bubba. This means I haven't lost one of my best friends. Yet, anyway.

I push the door to the locker room open and almost jump out of my skin when a silky voice says "Took your time didn't you?" "What do you want?" I snap, not looking at the figure sat in the corner watching me. "What have I done?" He asks sighing. I sometimes wonder how thick headed he could possibly be, sometimes I think that its immeasurable. "Nothing" I say glancing over at him "What are you doing here?" He gently strokes the title, and grins "I'm booked to be here, how about you?" He pauses a beat and I open my mouth to answer but he interrupts. "Glen's first night back, here to support a friend. You see I do know you Stacy" As he says this he comes up and wraps his arms around me, and leans his head on my shoulder. I have to admit I'm surprised he knows why I'm here but I'm sure he's been told instead of working it out himself. He wouldn't bother to do that much work if it didn't immediately relate back to himself.

"Stacy?" He brings me back to reality with a light kiss on my collarbone. I turn to face him. "Why do you want to see me?" "I just wanted too, is that a problem?" "Why is this always on your terms" I immediately regret it. I'm beginning to sound like a petulant madam, and I know it. I try and smooth the cracks by saying "Your fighting?" "Yes, but not for a while yet." He nuzzles my neck again but I am saved by the sound of the door opening. Rock jumped back as if scolded, and for a moment he looks worried, but just as soon as it came the look leaves. In its place is the arrogant pompous one we all know so well. "See you on Smackdown" He says, trying to sound ominous. If he thinks he's leaving me to make dumb excuses he can think again. Luckily it was only Glen and Mark, so they just give me a look before sitting on the bench and looking at me. "He's getting risky" Glen states but to which I arch an eyebrow. "When I was going on Smackdown, while you were out, he was always with her, IF she could get away form Vince of course" "Really?" Glen asks surprised. "Yeah, lots changed since you were here all the time" I half smile. Glen had still come to some shows, just to see everyone but he hasn't be around enough to notice everything that's going on. "Like what?" he asks "He's turned schizo. One minute he can't live am moment without her, next he never wants to see her again. It's getting ridiculous" Mark tells him. I shot him an evil look but I know its true.

If he was to actually make his mind up on what was going on, I'd probably accept it. It didn't seem like that was ever going to happen, instead I was going have choose. I don't even have to make the decision, I know what I'll have to do. It's just doing it that I'll struggle with.

"Stace, you can't carry on like this" Mark tells me, and Glen nods in agreement. "I know, I know but I have to" For once I realise how I feel about this whole damn thing. "If I don't then what will I do? I'll need a new routine"

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