Hey guys! How ya doing out there in the wide world of ff.net? I'm a little frustrated right about now and only a few people know why. I don't wanna get into it right now. I think the next chapter is going to be the last one. So read and enjoy!

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Stacy Keibler looked around at the relatively busy backstage and pulled the hood down lower on her head, covering her face from view as she approached the unfamiliar locker room. She raised her hand and knocked lightly then looked around to make sure that nobody was watching.

About two minutes later the door was pulled open to reveal an expectant looking Mark Calloway.

"Hi." She said nervously, holding out her hand, which he shook briefly. "My name is Stacy Keibler-"

"I know who you are." He replied, an amused look on his face. "But what I want to know is what you're doing here, over 500 miles out of your way without the RAW crew."

Stacy adjusted her bag on her shoulder. "Because I kind of needed to talk to you." He didn't respond and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm not Stephanie's favorite person right about now so could we talk in your room or someplace a bit more private incase she catches me here?"

Mark raised his eyebrows at her straight-forwardness and held the door open for her. "Sure, not a problem."

"Thanks." Stacy said quietly. She walked past him into the room and braced herself, expecting to see everything in black and leather with the giant motorcycle in the middle of the room, but it wasn't. It was just like every other dressing room in every other arena she's been to; on one side of the room was a small row of lockers and a monitor with a chair in front of it was set up in the corner. His bag was flung on the floor and there was a framed picture of him, his wife, and their new daughter.

"So what did you want besides looking around at my stuff?" He asked dryly, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the diva impatiently.

Stacy swallowed nervously at his gaze and set the picture back down. "Well, you probably saw my match the other week against Victoria-"

"What makes you think that?" He asked, giving her a curious look.

"Not that I was assuming you do or anything." She rushed out and felt relief wash over her as she saw the knowing smile on his face. "I went out of my way just to find you actually. I need your help with something."

He sat down on the bench and rubbed his hands over his face and then looked at her skeptically. "And what would that be?"

Stacy looked down at the ground and then back up at him when he cleared his throat, silently telling her to do so. "I wanted to know if you'd be willing to let me train with you. I just need some pointers and some serious training." She rushed out as he opened his mouth to respond. "Because I tried to train with Trish and Adam but they're both just light- years ahead of me and even Torrie Wilson has more training then I do. I want to be seen as a serious opponent, not just eye candy." She added in a near-whisper.

"Because you want to kick Victoria's psycho ass at No Mercy?" He asked and her head shot up.

"How did you know we were going to be having a match?" She asked suspiciously.

"After I saw the match on Monday I contacted Steph and asked her what the writers had planned for you guys because I'd be lying if I said I wasn't concerned a little about the whole angle. So Steph told me that they had planned for you guys to have a match at No Mercy." Mark answered simply in the tone of voice that people knew not to question him. "And I kept telling myself, honest to God, if that Stacy girl wants any chance of winning then she needs to get help.

Her mouth dropped open at the complete bluntness but then felt relieved when she saw his eyes light up "Does this mean you'd be willing to help me train?" Stacy said happily, a smile on her face. Mark nodded reluctantly and she went to give him a hug but saw the look on his face and instead held out her hand to shake. "Thank you Mark. This means so much to me you don't understand."

He looked at the struggling diva that had no clue what really being in the ring meant and felt his heart soften. "Yeah I do." He said, reaching over and ruffling her hair. "Now get outta here and leave me alone, I gotta match to prepare for."

Stacy picked up her bag and grinned at the brief display of affection before turning around to leave. "Just come find me after your match then and we can figure this out." She said briefly, shutting the door behind her.

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Andrew looked over at his girlfriend who was sitting next to him on the bus and grinned.

"What?" She asked starting to feel a little self-conscious as she felt his eyes on her.

"You look different for some reason." He noted, setting down the magazine he was reading. "What have you been doing different?"

Stacy shrugged mysteriously. "Just a few more exercises then what I normally do." She looked down as her cell phone started to ring and flipped it open. "Hello? Oh hey, yeah I'm on my way. Okay, I'll see you then, later."

"Who was that?" Andrew asked curiously, peering at the cell phone before she slipped it back into the side-pocket of her bag.

"Mark." Stacy answered non-chalantly as she picked up the magazine he had discarded. "Wouldn't this outfit look cute on me?" She asked him when she saw a look of understanding flash in front of his face.

"Mark? As in Mark the Undertaker?" He said, willing her to shake her head and tell him he was silly to even think of that.

But she didn't and instead looked down, not making eye contact with him. "Yeah, that would be the one who just called."

"But he's on Smackdown." Andrew added, trying to keep his voice from sputtering.

"My little genius." Stacy said with a teasing grin as she pinched his cheeks. "That's also the same guy who comes out the ring on a motorcycle to Limp Bizkit or Kid Rock and choke slams people in case you wanted to ask those questions too."

"Why is he calling you though?" He almost whined out. "I thought you got that new cell phone so nobody would know the number unless you wanted them to and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want Mark to have your number." He trailed off. "Unless you did."

Stacy turned around so she was completely facing him and motioned for him to come closer. "Okay yes, I did give him my number but that's only because he's helping me out in the ring."

"In the ring or in the bed?" Chris Jericho snickered from the seat behind them and he gave Christian a quick high-five.

"I'm gonna kick your ass Jericho." Andrew exclaimed as he turned around to face the former tag-team champions. "Where the hell do you think you get off having any right to say that about her."

"Andrew!" Stacy said as she tried to break the men apart. "Sweetie, calm down." She put her hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. "He wants you to get mad, just ignore him." After a few tense seconds he gave Jericho one last look before sitting back down, all remembrance of the conversation they had been having leaving his mind for the time being.

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