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"I can't believe that Stacy managed to gain the upper hand after that horrific display of ability by Victoria." JR managed out, his eyes glued to the monitor. "This is one for the record books folks. You're witnessing history right here."
Stacy Kiebler watched in satisfaction as Victoria lay still on the mat after she delivered a powerful neck-breaker. She played a bit for the crowd, raising her hands in the air at the impending victory. Stacy dragged Victoria closer to the turnbuckles and climbed to the second one.
In one swift motion, Victoria had gotten back up and rushed to meet Stacy on the turnbuckle. The two traded blows and after getting slapped by Stacy, an evil smirk spread over the raven-haired diva's face.
"That was a mistake." She hissed, her eyes blazing. She looked down and quickly picked up the belt Steven Richards held out to her and before the referee could do anything about it, reached around and swung the heavy women's title straight towards Stacy's head. It made contact and almost immediately Stacy blacked out, losing her footing and falling straight into the barricade-
Stacy woke up with a start, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. She shut her eyes for a moment and was trying to get her heartbeat back to normal when she felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped.
"Sweetie, it's just me."
She felt her tension melt as soon as she heard Andrew's soothing voice.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. "Stacy, what's wrong?" He asked worriedly when he noticed that she was still trembling.
"Um, it's nothing." She managed out, taking a few deep breaths. "I just had this dream about the match tomorrow and it just startled me, that's all."
"Anything you want to talk about?" Andrew asked gently.
"I think I'm just a little nervous." Stacy confessed leaning over and kissing him on the cheek to try and prove she was all right. "Let's just got back to sleep; tomorrow is going to be a long day."
*~*~*~*
"Do you think you're ready for this?" Mark Calloway asked Stacy almost as soon as she stepped foot backstage.
"If I wasn't ready then these past couple of weeks have been a complete waste." She joked, trying to force a smile as she threw her compact bag over one shoulder.
"You'll be fine out there kid." Mark assured gruffly, nodding to emphasis his point. "Just remember everything that I taught you and you should be the one getting your arm raised at the end of the match."
"Yeah, hopefully I won't be the one that they have to carry out on a stretcher." She muttered, then saw the look that he was giving her. "Are you going to be watching?" Stacy asked him curiously as they began walking down the busy and cluttered hallway.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He promised, stopping in front of his locker room. "Good luck." He said, disappearing into the room without another word.
Stacy smiled as he shut the door and it fell when she saw Victoria approaching her at a rapid pace.
"Hope you're ready for the match!" Victoria called out once she was close enough to be heard. "God knows you'll be needing all the help that you can get."
"Oh I'm ready." Stacy countered. "But the question is are you?" She asked and then brushed by an open-mouthed Victoria with a satisfied smile on her face.
Stacy pushed the door open to the girl's locker room and dropped her bags onto the ground lazily, taking a quick and silent inventory of who was there.
"What's up Stace?" Trish asked, her back turned as she kept on rummaging through one of her numerous bags. "You ready for the match of a lifetime?" She pressed on, sitting back triumphantly as she found the shirt she had spent a good portion of the day looking for.
"Know what? I think I actually might be." Stacy replied, laying out her outfit on the bench next to her. After much deliberation and consulting with Torrie and Trish, she had decided on a pair of short red shorts and a short black halter-top that went around and tied in the front. She pulled on her favorite pair of black boots and brushed her hair back into a ponytail just as her name was being called over the announce system backstage.
"Good luck Sweetie." Trish said, giving her a tight hug before letting her go and watching her walk out of the room. "She'll be fine, right?" She asked Molly, who was watching the scene silently.
"I think so." Molly agreed finally. "Did you know that she's been training with Mark for the past couple of weeks or so?"
"I didn't know that!" Trish exclaimed, a surprised look on her face. "Oh she should be fine then."
"Better then how she did when she got trained by you and Adam, right?" Molly teased, and then started laughing as she ducked to avoid getting hit with the elbow pad Trish had flung in her direction.
*~*~*~*
".And from Baltimore, Maryland, the challenger, Stacy Kiebler!"
Stacy took a deep breath and pushed through the curtain as she heard the audience screaming and cheering for her. She began walking down the ramp and couldn't help but smile as the fans waved their signs around frantically, desperate for her to catch a glimpse of theirs.
Victoria scowled from inside the ring as Stacy approached and had to be held back by the referee just so the blonde could enter the ring.
The first thing the referee did once both girls were inside was turn to Steven Richards and tell him to go backstage, that he wasn't needed out here.
Victoria watched helplessly as the security ushered him backstage and Stacy took the opportunity to launch herself at her unsuspecting opponent, knocking her to the ground with a powerful clothesline. She grabbed the girl's knee and applied all of her weight down on it, causing Victoria's face to contort in pain.
She managed to reverse the move and kicked Stacy in the stomach with both feet, sending her staggering back. Victoria pulled herself back up and Irish-whipped Stacy against the turnbuckle. She ran at her and Stacy met her with an elbow to the face. Stacy grabbed Victoria's arm and twisted it over her head, then kicked her in the side and slapped her for good measure. Victoria blocked her next blow and grabbed her by the hair and head and threw her over to the other side of the ring. She rushed over and tried to pin her but only managed to get a two-count.
Stacy held the back of her head and winced. She looked up in time to see Victoria rushing at her and put her feet up. Planting them firmly against her stomach, she used Victoria's momentum against her and Stacy flung her over, causing the champion to land a couple of feet away. Stacy managed her way over and straddled Victoria's stomach. She grabbed her hair and began pounding her head against the mat, letting go only when the referee convinced her that ten times had been enough.
Stacy reached up and brushed some hair away from her face and looked on as the referee went over to make sure that Victoria was all right and could continue with the match. Victoria pushed the referee out of the way and launched herself at Stacy, whose back was turned so she could see the audience. She knocked her to the ground and began kicking her viciously in the head and stomach area. She climbed to the top of the turnbuckle and, after signaling to the crowd, dove off into a moonsault and connected, knocking the wind out of Stacy. She hooked her leg and went to cover her when Stacy made one last desperate attempt and put her foot on the bottom rope.
*~*~*~*
"She's doing good out there." D-Von Dudley commented to whoever would listen to him. He looked up just in time to see a hurried looking Steven Richards rush past the room and towards the curtain. He got out of his seat and was about to run towards him when another figure emerged from behind the half-wall that had been set up.
"Where do you think you're off to?" Bubba asked languidly, gripping Richard's shoulder. "It couldn't have been to go help out Victoria, could it?"
Richards shook his head instantly. "Nope, just wanted to get a good view of the match."
"Oh no need to go all the way out there." D-Von said as he approached the two. "You can sit right over here with Bubba and myself." He smirked at his half-brother over the head on the man who was presently scared out of his mind.
"Um, alright guys." He stammered out. "Thanks a lot."
"Don't worry about it; it's our pleasure." Bubba said mockingly as the two half-brothers led the other man to their room to watch the match.
*~*~*~*
"Are you continuing the match? Can you continue the match?" The referee asked a near-unconscious Stacy after Victoria's non-stop onslaught of moves that looked like they came straight from Stone Cole Steve Austin himself.
Stacy nodded weakly and was promptly met with a boot to the face by her pit bull of an opponent.
"I told you that you could never beat me." Victoria hissed as she twisted her arm in a way that it wasn't supposed to be twisted. "And then after this match you're going to have to be punished for trying to get away like you have, but also for whatever your friends are doing to my precious Stevie."
"There's no way I'm going to let you do that to me again." Stacy spat out and Victoria responded immediately with a slap to the face. "No matter what you say or do to me." Stacy added as she pushed Victoria off of her stomach, catching the Women's Champion off guard. She quickly got back to her feet and threw her into the turnbuckle, backhanding Victoria in time with the cheers from the crowd. She got a flash of inspiration from her lessons with Mark and grabbed Victoria's arm and pulled herself up onto the top turnbuckle.
"What does Stacy this she's doing?" JR crowed, watching the 5'11 blonde steady herself on the top turnbuckle and then proceed to walk along the top rope. She stopped when she heard the screaming and yelling from the crowd and grinned to herself before leaping off the rope, crashing her elbow into Victoria's waiting arm.
Never expecting that from the used to be hapless blonde, Victoria grabbed her arm as the pain shot through it and dropped to the ground, still grasping her arm.
Stacy smiled to herself proudly and knew that Mark would've liked that; her very own ode to him. She picked Victoria up and positioned her before any more celebrating could be done. Taking a deep breath, Stacy bounced off of the closest rope and delivered a vicious scissor-kick to the back of Victoria's head, causing her to crumple to the ground. Stacy dove to the ground and hooked Victoria's leg, her smile getting bigger as the referee got closer to three and when she heard the cheers from the crowd and her music begin to play, she knew she had done it. She'd broken the ties that had held her in place for so long; almost five tormented months.
She held her arms in the air in celebration and tried getting her breathing back to normal as the adrenaline shot through her body. She made her way slowly back up the ramp, pausing every so often to see Victoria struggling to get up, the look on her face pure evil.
As soon as she stepped through the curtain Andrew's arms encircled her waist and swung her around, a huge smile on his face.
"I knew that you could do it." He said finally. "I was just so surprised when you did some of those moves. Honestly, I didn't think that you had it in you Stace."
"I did." A voice from behind him said with a light tone to his voice. The happy couple turned around to see Mark Calloway standing there, a proud look on his face. "And I loved that little-what was it-ode to me?" He guessed and Stacy blushed.
"Hey, whatever helped me win the match I guess? I think I'm gonna start using that more often; it's a very effective move."
"Thanks. That was my aim when I came up with it." Mark replied dryly. "I have a match to go get ready for but whenever you need some help just pick up the phone and give me a call, you know the number." He added before walking away in the direction of his locker room.
Andrew, who had been watching the whole interaction between the two in silence finally pushed back from his place on the wall and stepped in front of Stacy as Victoria pushed back through the curtain.
"I got it." Stacy said gently, placing a hand on his arm. "What do you want?" She asked reluctantly as she approached them.
"I just wanted to talk to you." Victoria said her voice void of any sarcasm or evil for once. "In private if you don't mind." She added in Andrew's direction.
He walked away in search of someone to talk to after getting an assured look from Stacy.
"That was a killer match." Victoria said finally, making it seem like she had to bite her tongue to keep from saying anything she'd regret.
"Yeah, I guess it was." Stacy answered reluctantly. "What do you want?" She repeated boldly after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.
"I just wanted to congratulate you." Victoria responded slowly. "I never in a million years thought you'd have it in you to put on a match like that; I was wrong about you and I'm sorry."
"And." Stacy pressed on, holding her hand out to the dark-haired diva. "I believe you have something for me."
Victoria nodded. "Yeah I have them; they're in my locker room. Just let me go get them and I'll be right back." She promised, disappearing into a nearby room.
Stacy looked around at everyone crowded in the corridor and some of the superstars were giving her strange looks after seeing her talk with Victoria. Her mind had just started to think about something else when Victoria stood in front of her and cleared her throat, holding out a small manila envelope which Stacy took immediately.
"Are they all in here?" Stacy demanded suspiciously, quickly leafing through the contents of the envelope and she looked up as she waited for the girl's response.
"I promise you that they're all in there." Was Victoria's response as she looked on.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she was convinced that she finally had all the pictures back in her hands and her hands only. "So then I guess I'll talk to you later sometime."
"Sure." Victoria answered lightly. "Just as soon as I find someone new to torment." She added in a joking tone of voice, walking back towards her room with a parting wave.
Stacy watched her walk back and heard the joking tone, but for some reason she had the feeling Victoria wasn't joking at all and would hold true to her word; soon enough there would be someone else in the company for her to torment and make their life a living hell for no apparent reason other then she had it in with some private investigators and had way too much time on her hands.
It had to have been something other then that, Stacy reasoned to herself, tucking the pictures securely into the side pocket of her purse.
"Are you ready to go yet?" Andrew asked, coming over to her as soon as he saw she was alone again and Stacy nodded as they began walking together. "Is everything all right? What did that psycho want?" He asked curiously.
"It was nothing." Stacy dismissed quickly with a wave of her hand. "It's all over, that's all that matters." She slipped her hand in his and grinned at the assured look on his face and the heavy sigh he let out. "Yes, watching over me must have taken a lot out of you." She teased, poking him in the side.
Andrew gave her an exaggerated look of hurt. "It really did, you're a hard person to look after."
"I'll vouch for that." Trish added with a smile, coming up and walking besides the two. "That was a killer match. I was so proud of you through the whole thing." She suddenly narrowed her eyes at the sudden thought. "How come you felt the need to go train with Mark though? Was training with Adam and myself not enough for you?" She paused, stopping the barrage of questions.
"It's not that-" Stacy started and Trish cut her off with a sniff.
"Adam!" Trish yelled loud enough in a pathetic tone of voice. "Adam! Stacy never appreciated what we did for her!"
"That's not true." Stacy protested but Trish flounced off, turning around briefly to flash her best friend a smile and a wink as she went off to go find her fellow Canadian.
"They should all just stay up north." Stacy muttered to herself, pulling her blonde hair back into a ponytail and then letting it fall back over her shoulders.
"All of them?"
Stacy's hand flew to her mouth as soon as she realized what she just said to and about her boyfriend. "I didn't mean it about you though." She assured quickly after seeing the skeptical look on his face. "Oh shut up, I didn't really offend you, did I?" She asked quickly upon realizing she still wasn't getting a response from him.
He finally broke out into a grin when he saw the distressed look on his face. "I know, I was just messing around with you."
"That was so not nice." She scolded him, and then stopped walking when she got in front of Eric Bischoff's office. "Here." She said, tossing Andrew her purse. "Hold this for me and I should be out in a few minutes." She gave him no room to argue and shut the door behind her.
Andrew barely caught the purse from Stacy's girlie throw and cursed under his breath as an envelope fell out, scattering a few pictures over the floor. "Hope she didn't treasure them that much." He commented lightly to himself, picking up some of the few that were scattered near him, and then almost dropping everything else when he saw the first picture that was in his hand.
It was his girlfriend all right, doing-Andrew shook his head in shock and disgust and flipped the picture over. It simply read 'Thanks Stacy!' His hands shook as he scanned over the rest, his knees feeling weaker and weaker underneath him until he had to hold onto the wall before he collapsed.
"But she wouldn't." Andrew reasoned out loud but his inner voice was prompt to tell him otherwise. "Okay, she doesn't know that I saw these. I can pretend like I never saw those or something and be scarred for the rest of my life." He groaned in frustration at the idea and quickly stuffed the pictures back into the envelope as he saw the door to Bischoff's door start to open.
"Thanks Eric!" Stacy said as she stepped out of the office, a smile on her face.
"Anytime Stacy and thank you!" Their boss replied and she shut the door, turning to her boyfriend.
"All ready to go?" She asked and he had to do everything in his power not to shudder at the interaction Stacy and Eric had just had.
He swallowed dryly and nodded. "Sure, let's get out of here. I need some fresh air before I pass out or something."
"Why, don't you feel good?" Stacy asked worriedly, pushing the door open as she stepped through it first and out into the sunshine.
"Something like that." Andrew muttered, still not feeling like he could look her straight in the eye as she walked besides him, a happy smile on her and he sighed. "But as long as she feels better about everything. There's no need to bring this up." He said to himself quietly, helping her into the car and shutting the door. "Yet."
*~*~The End~*~*
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"I can't believe that Stacy managed to gain the upper hand after that horrific display of ability by Victoria." JR managed out, his eyes glued to the monitor. "This is one for the record books folks. You're witnessing history right here."
Stacy Kiebler watched in satisfaction as Victoria lay still on the mat after she delivered a powerful neck-breaker. She played a bit for the crowd, raising her hands in the air at the impending victory. Stacy dragged Victoria closer to the turnbuckles and climbed to the second one.
In one swift motion, Victoria had gotten back up and rushed to meet Stacy on the turnbuckle. The two traded blows and after getting slapped by Stacy, an evil smirk spread over the raven-haired diva's face.
"That was a mistake." She hissed, her eyes blazing. She looked down and quickly picked up the belt Steven Richards held out to her and before the referee could do anything about it, reached around and swung the heavy women's title straight towards Stacy's head. It made contact and almost immediately Stacy blacked out, losing her footing and falling straight into the barricade-
Stacy woke up with a start, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. She shut her eyes for a moment and was trying to get her heartbeat back to normal when she felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped.
"Sweetie, it's just me."
She felt her tension melt as soon as she heard Andrew's soothing voice.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. "Stacy, what's wrong?" He asked worriedly when he noticed that she was still trembling.
"Um, it's nothing." She managed out, taking a few deep breaths. "I just had this dream about the match tomorrow and it just startled me, that's all."
"Anything you want to talk about?" Andrew asked gently.
"I think I'm just a little nervous." Stacy confessed leaning over and kissing him on the cheek to try and prove she was all right. "Let's just got back to sleep; tomorrow is going to be a long day."
*~*~*~*
"Do you think you're ready for this?" Mark Calloway asked Stacy almost as soon as she stepped foot backstage.
"If I wasn't ready then these past couple of weeks have been a complete waste." She joked, trying to force a smile as she threw her compact bag over one shoulder.
"You'll be fine out there kid." Mark assured gruffly, nodding to emphasis his point. "Just remember everything that I taught you and you should be the one getting your arm raised at the end of the match."
"Yeah, hopefully I won't be the one that they have to carry out on a stretcher." She muttered, then saw the look that he was giving her. "Are you going to be watching?" Stacy asked him curiously as they began walking down the busy and cluttered hallway.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He promised, stopping in front of his locker room. "Good luck." He said, disappearing into the room without another word.
Stacy smiled as he shut the door and it fell when she saw Victoria approaching her at a rapid pace.
"Hope you're ready for the match!" Victoria called out once she was close enough to be heard. "God knows you'll be needing all the help that you can get."
"Oh I'm ready." Stacy countered. "But the question is are you?" She asked and then brushed by an open-mouthed Victoria with a satisfied smile on her face.
Stacy pushed the door open to the girl's locker room and dropped her bags onto the ground lazily, taking a quick and silent inventory of who was there.
"What's up Stace?" Trish asked, her back turned as she kept on rummaging through one of her numerous bags. "You ready for the match of a lifetime?" She pressed on, sitting back triumphantly as she found the shirt she had spent a good portion of the day looking for.
"Know what? I think I actually might be." Stacy replied, laying out her outfit on the bench next to her. After much deliberation and consulting with Torrie and Trish, she had decided on a pair of short red shorts and a short black halter-top that went around and tied in the front. She pulled on her favorite pair of black boots and brushed her hair back into a ponytail just as her name was being called over the announce system backstage.
"Good luck Sweetie." Trish said, giving her a tight hug before letting her go and watching her walk out of the room. "She'll be fine, right?" She asked Molly, who was watching the scene silently.
"I think so." Molly agreed finally. "Did you know that she's been training with Mark for the past couple of weeks or so?"
"I didn't know that!" Trish exclaimed, a surprised look on her face. "Oh she should be fine then."
"Better then how she did when she got trained by you and Adam, right?" Molly teased, and then started laughing as she ducked to avoid getting hit with the elbow pad Trish had flung in her direction.
*~*~*~*
".And from Baltimore, Maryland, the challenger, Stacy Kiebler!"
Stacy took a deep breath and pushed through the curtain as she heard the audience screaming and cheering for her. She began walking down the ramp and couldn't help but smile as the fans waved their signs around frantically, desperate for her to catch a glimpse of theirs.
Victoria scowled from inside the ring as Stacy approached and had to be held back by the referee just so the blonde could enter the ring.
The first thing the referee did once both girls were inside was turn to Steven Richards and tell him to go backstage, that he wasn't needed out here.
Victoria watched helplessly as the security ushered him backstage and Stacy took the opportunity to launch herself at her unsuspecting opponent, knocking her to the ground with a powerful clothesline. She grabbed the girl's knee and applied all of her weight down on it, causing Victoria's face to contort in pain.
She managed to reverse the move and kicked Stacy in the stomach with both feet, sending her staggering back. Victoria pulled herself back up and Irish-whipped Stacy against the turnbuckle. She ran at her and Stacy met her with an elbow to the face. Stacy grabbed Victoria's arm and twisted it over her head, then kicked her in the side and slapped her for good measure. Victoria blocked her next blow and grabbed her by the hair and head and threw her over to the other side of the ring. She rushed over and tried to pin her but only managed to get a two-count.
Stacy held the back of her head and winced. She looked up in time to see Victoria rushing at her and put her feet up. Planting them firmly against her stomach, she used Victoria's momentum against her and Stacy flung her over, causing the champion to land a couple of feet away. Stacy managed her way over and straddled Victoria's stomach. She grabbed her hair and began pounding her head against the mat, letting go only when the referee convinced her that ten times had been enough.
Stacy reached up and brushed some hair away from her face and looked on as the referee went over to make sure that Victoria was all right and could continue with the match. Victoria pushed the referee out of the way and launched herself at Stacy, whose back was turned so she could see the audience. She knocked her to the ground and began kicking her viciously in the head and stomach area. She climbed to the top of the turnbuckle and, after signaling to the crowd, dove off into a moonsault and connected, knocking the wind out of Stacy. She hooked her leg and went to cover her when Stacy made one last desperate attempt and put her foot on the bottom rope.
*~*~*~*
"She's doing good out there." D-Von Dudley commented to whoever would listen to him. He looked up just in time to see a hurried looking Steven Richards rush past the room and towards the curtain. He got out of his seat and was about to run towards him when another figure emerged from behind the half-wall that had been set up.
"Where do you think you're off to?" Bubba asked languidly, gripping Richard's shoulder. "It couldn't have been to go help out Victoria, could it?"
Richards shook his head instantly. "Nope, just wanted to get a good view of the match."
"Oh no need to go all the way out there." D-Von said as he approached the two. "You can sit right over here with Bubba and myself." He smirked at his half-brother over the head on the man who was presently scared out of his mind.
"Um, alright guys." He stammered out. "Thanks a lot."
"Don't worry about it; it's our pleasure." Bubba said mockingly as the two half-brothers led the other man to their room to watch the match.
*~*~*~*
"Are you continuing the match? Can you continue the match?" The referee asked a near-unconscious Stacy after Victoria's non-stop onslaught of moves that looked like they came straight from Stone Cole Steve Austin himself.
Stacy nodded weakly and was promptly met with a boot to the face by her pit bull of an opponent.
"I told you that you could never beat me." Victoria hissed as she twisted her arm in a way that it wasn't supposed to be twisted. "And then after this match you're going to have to be punished for trying to get away like you have, but also for whatever your friends are doing to my precious Stevie."
"There's no way I'm going to let you do that to me again." Stacy spat out and Victoria responded immediately with a slap to the face. "No matter what you say or do to me." Stacy added as she pushed Victoria off of her stomach, catching the Women's Champion off guard. She quickly got back to her feet and threw her into the turnbuckle, backhanding Victoria in time with the cheers from the crowd. She got a flash of inspiration from her lessons with Mark and grabbed Victoria's arm and pulled herself up onto the top turnbuckle.
"What does Stacy this she's doing?" JR crowed, watching the 5'11 blonde steady herself on the top turnbuckle and then proceed to walk along the top rope. She stopped when she heard the screaming and yelling from the crowd and grinned to herself before leaping off the rope, crashing her elbow into Victoria's waiting arm.
Never expecting that from the used to be hapless blonde, Victoria grabbed her arm as the pain shot through it and dropped to the ground, still grasping her arm.
Stacy smiled to herself proudly and knew that Mark would've liked that; her very own ode to him. She picked Victoria up and positioned her before any more celebrating could be done. Taking a deep breath, Stacy bounced off of the closest rope and delivered a vicious scissor-kick to the back of Victoria's head, causing her to crumple to the ground. Stacy dove to the ground and hooked Victoria's leg, her smile getting bigger as the referee got closer to three and when she heard the cheers from the crowd and her music begin to play, she knew she had done it. She'd broken the ties that had held her in place for so long; almost five tormented months.
She held her arms in the air in celebration and tried getting her breathing back to normal as the adrenaline shot through her body. She made her way slowly back up the ramp, pausing every so often to see Victoria struggling to get up, the look on her face pure evil.
As soon as she stepped through the curtain Andrew's arms encircled her waist and swung her around, a huge smile on his face.
"I knew that you could do it." He said finally. "I was just so surprised when you did some of those moves. Honestly, I didn't think that you had it in you Stace."
"I did." A voice from behind him said with a light tone to his voice. The happy couple turned around to see Mark Calloway standing there, a proud look on his face. "And I loved that little-what was it-ode to me?" He guessed and Stacy blushed.
"Hey, whatever helped me win the match I guess? I think I'm gonna start using that more often; it's a very effective move."
"Thanks. That was my aim when I came up with it." Mark replied dryly. "I have a match to go get ready for but whenever you need some help just pick up the phone and give me a call, you know the number." He added before walking away in the direction of his locker room.
Andrew, who had been watching the whole interaction between the two in silence finally pushed back from his place on the wall and stepped in front of Stacy as Victoria pushed back through the curtain.
"I got it." Stacy said gently, placing a hand on his arm. "What do you want?" She asked reluctantly as she approached them.
"I just wanted to talk to you." Victoria said her voice void of any sarcasm or evil for once. "In private if you don't mind." She added in Andrew's direction.
He walked away in search of someone to talk to after getting an assured look from Stacy.
"That was a killer match." Victoria said finally, making it seem like she had to bite her tongue to keep from saying anything she'd regret.
"Yeah, I guess it was." Stacy answered reluctantly. "What do you want?" She repeated boldly after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.
"I just wanted to congratulate you." Victoria responded slowly. "I never in a million years thought you'd have it in you to put on a match like that; I was wrong about you and I'm sorry."
"And." Stacy pressed on, holding her hand out to the dark-haired diva. "I believe you have something for me."
Victoria nodded. "Yeah I have them; they're in my locker room. Just let me go get them and I'll be right back." She promised, disappearing into a nearby room.
Stacy looked around at everyone crowded in the corridor and some of the superstars were giving her strange looks after seeing her talk with Victoria. Her mind had just started to think about something else when Victoria stood in front of her and cleared her throat, holding out a small manila envelope which Stacy took immediately.
"Are they all in here?" Stacy demanded suspiciously, quickly leafing through the contents of the envelope and she looked up as she waited for the girl's response.
"I promise you that they're all in there." Was Victoria's response as she looked on.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she was convinced that she finally had all the pictures back in her hands and her hands only. "So then I guess I'll talk to you later sometime."
"Sure." Victoria answered lightly. "Just as soon as I find someone new to torment." She added in a joking tone of voice, walking back towards her room with a parting wave.
Stacy watched her walk back and heard the joking tone, but for some reason she had the feeling Victoria wasn't joking at all and would hold true to her word; soon enough there would be someone else in the company for her to torment and make their life a living hell for no apparent reason other then she had it in with some private investigators and had way too much time on her hands.
It had to have been something other then that, Stacy reasoned to herself, tucking the pictures securely into the side pocket of her purse.
"Are you ready to go yet?" Andrew asked, coming over to her as soon as he saw she was alone again and Stacy nodded as they began walking together. "Is everything all right? What did that psycho want?" He asked curiously.
"It was nothing." Stacy dismissed quickly with a wave of her hand. "It's all over, that's all that matters." She slipped her hand in his and grinned at the assured look on his face and the heavy sigh he let out. "Yes, watching over me must have taken a lot out of you." She teased, poking him in the side.
Andrew gave her an exaggerated look of hurt. "It really did, you're a hard person to look after."
"I'll vouch for that." Trish added with a smile, coming up and walking besides the two. "That was a killer match. I was so proud of you through the whole thing." She suddenly narrowed her eyes at the sudden thought. "How come you felt the need to go train with Mark though? Was training with Adam and myself not enough for you?" She paused, stopping the barrage of questions.
"It's not that-" Stacy started and Trish cut her off with a sniff.
"Adam!" Trish yelled loud enough in a pathetic tone of voice. "Adam! Stacy never appreciated what we did for her!"
"That's not true." Stacy protested but Trish flounced off, turning around briefly to flash her best friend a smile and a wink as she went off to go find her fellow Canadian.
"They should all just stay up north." Stacy muttered to herself, pulling her blonde hair back into a ponytail and then letting it fall back over her shoulders.
"All of them?"
Stacy's hand flew to her mouth as soon as she realized what she just said to and about her boyfriend. "I didn't mean it about you though." She assured quickly after seeing the skeptical look on his face. "Oh shut up, I didn't really offend you, did I?" She asked quickly upon realizing she still wasn't getting a response from him.
He finally broke out into a grin when he saw the distressed look on his face. "I know, I was just messing around with you."
"That was so not nice." She scolded him, and then stopped walking when she got in front of Eric Bischoff's office. "Here." She said, tossing Andrew her purse. "Hold this for me and I should be out in a few minutes." She gave him no room to argue and shut the door behind her.
Andrew barely caught the purse from Stacy's girlie throw and cursed under his breath as an envelope fell out, scattering a few pictures over the floor. "Hope she didn't treasure them that much." He commented lightly to himself, picking up some of the few that were scattered near him, and then almost dropping everything else when he saw the first picture that was in his hand.
It was his girlfriend all right, doing-Andrew shook his head in shock and disgust and flipped the picture over. It simply read 'Thanks Stacy!' His hands shook as he scanned over the rest, his knees feeling weaker and weaker underneath him until he had to hold onto the wall before he collapsed.
"But she wouldn't." Andrew reasoned out loud but his inner voice was prompt to tell him otherwise. "Okay, she doesn't know that I saw these. I can pretend like I never saw those or something and be scarred for the rest of my life." He groaned in frustration at the idea and quickly stuffed the pictures back into the envelope as he saw the door to Bischoff's door start to open.
"Thanks Eric!" Stacy said as she stepped out of the office, a smile on her face.
"Anytime Stacy and thank you!" Their boss replied and she shut the door, turning to her boyfriend.
"All ready to go?" She asked and he had to do everything in his power not to shudder at the interaction Stacy and Eric had just had.
He swallowed dryly and nodded. "Sure, let's get out of here. I need some fresh air before I pass out or something."
"Why, don't you feel good?" Stacy asked worriedly, pushing the door open as she stepped through it first and out into the sunshine.
"Something like that." Andrew muttered, still not feeling like he could look her straight in the eye as she walked besides him, a happy smile on her and he sighed. "But as long as she feels better about everything. There's no need to bring this up." He said to himself quietly, helping her into the car and shutting the door. "Yet."
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