There was a few days break before the next time I saw him. He came in following Victoria and carrying both their bags, as usual. I already had my gear on, wanting to get out of the locker room before all the bimbos come in and start primping. Victoria stopped and looked at Steven. He handed her bag to her and she barked some orders. He simply nodded and she turned to go inside the women's locker room. I watched as Steven walked past the women's locker room in search of the men's. I hid behind a stack of crates as he walked by. He looked like he had gotten very little sleep and was ready to fall over. Knowing Eric Bishoff would just love to fire him, I stepped out of my hiding place.

" Steven." I said. He turned around and saw me, then turned around again and started walking away.

" Steven, you look like shit. Bishoff isn't going to be happy when he sees you like this."

" Good, maybe I'll get fired." He said, still walking away. Before I could catch him he was in the men's locker room. As I stood there I realized that the man I had just spoken to wasn't the same Steven that would follow me around and called me cuddly on national TV. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, Victoria wasn't just trying to kill his spirit, she was trying to kill him.
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