Chrissy watched in horror (not horror, she was lying, she loved it) as Gwen jumped onto Lucy and punched her square in her jaw. Chrissy looked over to her brother who didn't mean to enter the fight. He knew better than to enter a fight of two girls; those got ugly and violent, worse than more male fights. Girls went for eyes and hair. Painful. "Are you going to do anything?" She looked towards Glen who shook his head. He was smart.

Raven stood on the other side of the fight, laughing a little bit.

Gwen grabbed Lucy's hair and smashed her head down into the concrete floor. "You stupid bitch, I'll kill you." She let go of her hair and started strangling her.

Lucy coughed and struggled against Gwen.

"All you do is fuck Vince and screw up the wrestlers. Then you go and try to kill Glen, you make Chrissy angry, and you try to kill my duck. That's my child!" Gwen screeched, enraged and she punched Lucy again.

Lucy's head cracked back against the concrete and she laid there, blood seeping from her head and her lip.

That's when Glen got involved. He grabbed Gwen, after the damage had been done. "Gwen… you shouldn't have yelled that…"

Gwen glared. "So what! Everyone knows that stingy bitch is only keeping her job because she sleeps with Vince."

Chrissy looked down at Lucy, surprised. "What did she do?"

Gwen pointed to her and yelled, "She had this coming. I was just sitting here playing with Elmer, and I put him on the ground and he started walking and quacking, just being cute. Then this stupid bitch," she spit on her for a moment, and began again, "walked by and kicked Elmer on purpose. She KEPT ON WALKING!" Gwen cried. That was a federal offense in her mind.

"And where's Elmer?"

Gwen looked around and heard a very hurt sounding quack. She looked over where she was sitting beforehand and saw Elmer hidden under the bottom of the chair. She picked him up carefully and looked over to Glen, whose face was stricken in horror. "He'll be okay, right?"

Glen nodded. He would have to reassure her; otherwise he had no idea what she might do. "Of course, Gwen." He hugged her close.

"All right, all right, what's going on here?" Everyone looked over to see Vince strutting him the area like he was king. He looked down to Lucy, who was slowly regaining her strength. "Lucy, are you okay?"

Lucy sat up, and pointed over to Chrissy. "It was that stupid bitch over there. She attacked me." Lucy grinned maliciously. She would finally get Chrissy back for being such an awful colleague.

Chrissy looked around wildly. "What are you talking about? I just got here. Don't listen to her Mr. McMahon; she's incoherent. I just heard screams and came running. I thought one of the wrestlers might be injured."

Vince narrowed his eyes on Chrissy. "I've known Lucy for years; she wouldn't lie to me. Why did she attack you, darling?" he helped Lucy up with one hand.

Lucy sneered and walked over to her purse. She pulled out a set of photographs. "Because I found these pictures of her dead husband and groupies."

Chrissy's eyes went wide and her heart stopped. A haze covered her eyes and she forced herself to stay strong. They could be digital pictures altered to look like John and some girl… Stop lying; you knew… you knew! Chrissy shook her head and looked over to everyone, who stood around, aghast in shock.

Lucy smirked, waving the pictures around. "She couldn't deal with the fact that her husband was less than perfect so when my back was turned, she attacked me."

Chrissy felt numb once again and her body froze. She couldn't speak. It was like an awful slow-motion picture that just wouldn't end. Finally, she gathered up enough courage to yell. "You lying bitch. If I had seen those, you would be lying on the floor dead now. You've always been out to get me, you stupid bitch." Chrissy's rage got the best of her and she ran towards Lucy, ready to kill her, but Raven grabbed her and pulled her back against him.

"Don't do it, Chrissy." He said quietly, trying to get her to calm down.

"She ruined… John…" She tried to focus, but her eyes hurt from the unshed tears and her body was weak with the pain she wanted to let go. She turned to him for a second, tears in her eyes, already streaming down her face, but she couldn't see if he care. She turned back and looked at Vince and Lucy.

Vince narrowed his eyes and looked around. "We'll sort this out later." He shook his head.

Chrissy screamed and tore out of Raven's arm. "Screw this, I'm leaving. If you can't see through Lucy's lying little act because you want to get fucked later, that's fine. I can go; I have no ties here. So, without much ado, I leave." She shoved past everyone and left. She saw Lita and Matt Hardy sitting close together, giggling, as she walked down the hall. Her heart lurched for a second, and she stopped. "Lita?"

"Yeah?"

Chrissy smiled sweetly. "You might want to ask your boyfriend what room he's in while you're competing? You don't like Stacy, right?"

Lita glared at Matt. "Matt, you cheating bastard. You're sleeping with her, aren't you!"

He backed away, his hand raised. "No-no… I- uh…"

Chrissy laughed maniacally and kept on walking. She heard Lita's scream and Matt's weak lies. She laughed again and left the arena. She figured she should wreak havoc while she still worked here. Lucy had probably gotten him to get those pictures. How he did it, she didn't know, but she didn't intend on staying to find out.

***

"Chrissy's pissed…" Glen said, sighing.

"You think? I've never seen her so angry, and those pictures… was that really John?" Gwen asked quietly, her face turning into a frown.

He nodded solemnly and stared at the ceiling. He leisurely rested his hands behind his head. "Yeah, everyone knew about how John cheated on Chrissy while on tour, but she didn't care… at least I didn't think she did."

***

After Chrissy got home, she slept. She didn't answer the phone. She didn't care. It was probably her brother wondering if she was okay. She didn't know. Her body hurt from crying and she felt desiccated. She crawled out of her bed and eventually made her way to the car. Even though it hurt to move, drive, or just plain think, Chrissy had to go visit someone one last time.

To Be Continued…

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