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STACY KEIBLER: STAY HERE WITH ME
"Come on baby, just open your eyes please, don't do this to me"
I recognise the voice but I don't know who it is. I concentrate hard and then I know. Test. It's Test my boyfriend and the person I'm managing. Why does he sound so upset? Then I realise that I'm lying down. I try moving but nothing happens. There's a hard crushing pain in my head. It hurts even to frown. But I can hear the desperation in Test's voice. I have to open my eyes. Slowly and with an effort, I open them. God it hurts, the light feels like its piercing my eyeballs
"Stace! You did it, look she opened her eyes"
I try smiling in the direction of the voice. I can feel him stroking my hair. Then someone comes into view. It's a guy in a white coat and a clipboard.
"Hello Stacy, my name's Dr Anderson, you're in hospital at the moment" he says quietly "do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"No"
I'm am so relieved that I sound like me. I mean as stupid as that sounds, I thought I'd sound different since everything seems to have changed since when I last remembered it.
"Ok then, your name please?"
"Stacy Keibler"
"Where do you live?"
"Baltimore"
"Your job?"
"Valet, diva and Test's PR manager"
The doctor scribbled something down on the clipboard in front of him and smiled reassuringly
"Thank you, the good news is that you haven't suffered any short term amnesia as we thought you might have done, now then do you think you could tell me what happened tonight?"
I think about it. I remember walking out to the ring with Test. He was facing Chris Jericho. I was at ringside cheering Test on like I always do. Then....
"I got hit with a chair" I say softly "I was standing by the corner post and Jericho got a chair, he shoved someone to the floor to get it and Test was standing in front of me"
I can feel him gripping my hand. He's remembering too. It's hard for him I know
"Then Jericho swung the chair hard but Test ducked and.....he hit me instead"
"Baby I am so sorry, I didn't know you were right behind me, I thought you were round the other side of the ring. I didn't know"
Now I can see him. He's pulling a chair round so that he's right beside me now, his hand still holding mine. My man, he's so upset, I can see it in his face. It wasn't his fault, not as I remember it. I squeeze his hand gently.
"Its ok, I know it's not your fault, ok?" I manage
He smiles and kisses my forehead. The doctor's writing some more on the clipboard then he puts it down and walks to where my headboard must be
"That means there's more good news, you haven't forgotten things events which happened earlier" he reports
"What..what happened to me?" I ask
"Well the force of the hit to the head knocked you out cold and you suffered a grade two concussion" the doctor says
I nod painfully. My head still feels like it's been crushed with bricks but I guess that'll pass.
"I'm going to ask you about events that have happened a few years ago now" the doctor says "can you tell me about your career? How did it all start?"
"I was a dancer" I say, the memories are sharp and in focus, there is nothing wrong with my mind "I always have been, I became a cheerleader for the Baltimore Ravens and then I won a contest to become a Nitro Girl, they're the girl dance troupe that performed on WCW, I went on to become a manager then Shane Mcmahon bought WCW and my contract, he wanted to use me for the Invasion"
The doctor nods as he writes
"That's good Stacy, keep going" he encourages
"I did all I could to help Shane because I liked him, he was a real gentleman, then Torrie and I, she was my best friend, we fell out and started fighting. I became the valet for the Dudley Boyz because I knew they were going places and I wanted to be there when they hit the top. Then I became Vince Mcmahon's PA, it gave me a lot of privileges and then I moved to Raw because Eric Bishoff became General Manager there and I've worked for before, he likes me so I knew he'd treat me well. Then I became Test's PR Manager"
"Well done Stacy, you're memory seems fine to me, we're going to keep you here for one night just for observation and then we'll release you if everything goes to plan"
One night. I guess by then the pain will go away. The doctor leaves the room, leaving me and Test alone with silence. Test looks uncomfortable. I know he still feels responsible when he shouldn't do. It wasn't his fault.
I look down and realise that they've just laid me on the bed and that I'm still wearing my clothes, a black long sleeved belly top and a tiny denim skirt, the ones I wore out to ringside. I guess it mustn't have been that long since it happened.
"How long was I out for?" I ask
"Not long, you were kind of moaning and mumbling on the way to the hospital then when we brought you in here and put you down, you opened your eyes" Test replies
"I wish I could go home" I say, thinking about how comfortable it would be to be there right now
"You're going to have to wait a while yet" said Test with a smile then his face darkened to a scowl "I've got to take care of Chris Jericho before anything else happens"
"Test, no, I don't want you to" I say "it's not fair"
"Not fair? What's not fair Stace is that he hit you so hard with a chair that he knocked you out cold and gave you a concussion" Test exclaims "he deserves everything he gets and I'm gonna be the one to dish it out"
"I don't want you to" I say more forcefully, gripping his hand, I want him here with me, taking care of me
"You don't want me to? Why the hell not? Is there something you want to tell me Stacy about you and Chris Jericho?" Test yells
I wince, I'd forgotten how explosive and flammable his temper can be. Now is not the time to yell at me, not when I've got a concussion and I just want him here with me and I just want to sleep, I'm so tired.
"Not now Test, I just want to sleep" I moan, beginning to close my eyes
"Stacy no, don't fall asleep, Stacy!" Test says, frantically shaking me awake
"What? Let me sleep, its what people do when they're tired"
"Not when people have concussions they don't, Dr Anderson told me not to let you sleep, you might not wake up again" Test explains
I sigh and open my eyes again and look into Test's. I love him and it's sweet that he wants revenge on Jericho. But I want him here by my side. Call me selfish, which many people do, but when I'm feeling like this I need someone near me. I don't want him off fighting someone who could hurt him as badly as I've been hurt
"I just want you here by my side Test, we can take care of Jericho later" I say, intertwining my hand with his "someone's got to keep me awake"
Test smiles gently and leans down to kiss me. He makes me feel so loved. It's funny, telling the doctor everything that's happened in my career more or less; it makes me think that I've done a lot. I've got to the top any way possible and I'm proud of it. But this is the first time I can remember feeling so loved. It's something I don't want to lose. Ever
*
Stacy was Test's PR manager for a long time. However, his recent jealously over her friendship with Scott Steiner has caused a severe rift and now break-up in the relationship. At Bad Blood, Steiner and Test fought for Stacy's managerial services and Steiner won.. In real life, Stacy and Andrew 'Test' Martin have been dating for a long time and still are very much an item. Dancer, valet, personal assistant and manager. Stacy has been and done a lot. She has a lot more to do in the future.
STACY KEIBLER: STAY HERE WITH ME
"Come on baby, just open your eyes please, don't do this to me"
I recognise the voice but I don't know who it is. I concentrate hard and then I know. Test. It's Test my boyfriend and the person I'm managing. Why does he sound so upset? Then I realise that I'm lying down. I try moving but nothing happens. There's a hard crushing pain in my head. It hurts even to frown. But I can hear the desperation in Test's voice. I have to open my eyes. Slowly and with an effort, I open them. God it hurts, the light feels like its piercing my eyeballs
"Stace! You did it, look she opened her eyes"
I try smiling in the direction of the voice. I can feel him stroking my hair. Then someone comes into view. It's a guy in a white coat and a clipboard.
"Hello Stacy, my name's Dr Anderson, you're in hospital at the moment" he says quietly "do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"No"
I'm am so relieved that I sound like me. I mean as stupid as that sounds, I thought I'd sound different since everything seems to have changed since when I last remembered it.
"Ok then, your name please?"
"Stacy Keibler"
"Where do you live?"
"Baltimore"
"Your job?"
"Valet, diva and Test's PR manager"
The doctor scribbled something down on the clipboard in front of him and smiled reassuringly
"Thank you, the good news is that you haven't suffered any short term amnesia as we thought you might have done, now then do you think you could tell me what happened tonight?"
I think about it. I remember walking out to the ring with Test. He was facing Chris Jericho. I was at ringside cheering Test on like I always do. Then....
"I got hit with a chair" I say softly "I was standing by the corner post and Jericho got a chair, he shoved someone to the floor to get it and Test was standing in front of me"
I can feel him gripping my hand. He's remembering too. It's hard for him I know
"Then Jericho swung the chair hard but Test ducked and.....he hit me instead"
"Baby I am so sorry, I didn't know you were right behind me, I thought you were round the other side of the ring. I didn't know"
Now I can see him. He's pulling a chair round so that he's right beside me now, his hand still holding mine. My man, he's so upset, I can see it in his face. It wasn't his fault, not as I remember it. I squeeze his hand gently.
"Its ok, I know it's not your fault, ok?" I manage
He smiles and kisses my forehead. The doctor's writing some more on the clipboard then he puts it down and walks to where my headboard must be
"That means there's more good news, you haven't forgotten things events which happened earlier" he reports
"What..what happened to me?" I ask
"Well the force of the hit to the head knocked you out cold and you suffered a grade two concussion" the doctor says
I nod painfully. My head still feels like it's been crushed with bricks but I guess that'll pass.
"I'm going to ask you about events that have happened a few years ago now" the doctor says "can you tell me about your career? How did it all start?"
"I was a dancer" I say, the memories are sharp and in focus, there is nothing wrong with my mind "I always have been, I became a cheerleader for the Baltimore Ravens and then I won a contest to become a Nitro Girl, they're the girl dance troupe that performed on WCW, I went on to become a manager then Shane Mcmahon bought WCW and my contract, he wanted to use me for the Invasion"
The doctor nods as he writes
"That's good Stacy, keep going" he encourages
"I did all I could to help Shane because I liked him, he was a real gentleman, then Torrie and I, she was my best friend, we fell out and started fighting. I became the valet for the Dudley Boyz because I knew they were going places and I wanted to be there when they hit the top. Then I became Vince Mcmahon's PA, it gave me a lot of privileges and then I moved to Raw because Eric Bishoff became General Manager there and I've worked for before, he likes me so I knew he'd treat me well. Then I became Test's PR Manager"
"Well done Stacy, you're memory seems fine to me, we're going to keep you here for one night just for observation and then we'll release you if everything goes to plan"
One night. I guess by then the pain will go away. The doctor leaves the room, leaving me and Test alone with silence. Test looks uncomfortable. I know he still feels responsible when he shouldn't do. It wasn't his fault.
I look down and realise that they've just laid me on the bed and that I'm still wearing my clothes, a black long sleeved belly top and a tiny denim skirt, the ones I wore out to ringside. I guess it mustn't have been that long since it happened.
"How long was I out for?" I ask
"Not long, you were kind of moaning and mumbling on the way to the hospital then when we brought you in here and put you down, you opened your eyes" Test replies
"I wish I could go home" I say, thinking about how comfortable it would be to be there right now
"You're going to have to wait a while yet" said Test with a smile then his face darkened to a scowl "I've got to take care of Chris Jericho before anything else happens"
"Test, no, I don't want you to" I say "it's not fair"
"Not fair? What's not fair Stace is that he hit you so hard with a chair that he knocked you out cold and gave you a concussion" Test exclaims "he deserves everything he gets and I'm gonna be the one to dish it out"
"I don't want you to" I say more forcefully, gripping his hand, I want him here with me, taking care of me
"You don't want me to? Why the hell not? Is there something you want to tell me Stacy about you and Chris Jericho?" Test yells
I wince, I'd forgotten how explosive and flammable his temper can be. Now is not the time to yell at me, not when I've got a concussion and I just want him here with me and I just want to sleep, I'm so tired.
"Not now Test, I just want to sleep" I moan, beginning to close my eyes
"Stacy no, don't fall asleep, Stacy!" Test says, frantically shaking me awake
"What? Let me sleep, its what people do when they're tired"
"Not when people have concussions they don't, Dr Anderson told me not to let you sleep, you might not wake up again" Test explains
I sigh and open my eyes again and look into Test's. I love him and it's sweet that he wants revenge on Jericho. But I want him here by my side. Call me selfish, which many people do, but when I'm feeling like this I need someone near me. I don't want him off fighting someone who could hurt him as badly as I've been hurt
"I just want you here by my side Test, we can take care of Jericho later" I say, intertwining my hand with his "someone's got to keep me awake"
Test smiles gently and leans down to kiss me. He makes me feel so loved. It's funny, telling the doctor everything that's happened in my career more or less; it makes me think that I've done a lot. I've got to the top any way possible and I'm proud of it. But this is the first time I can remember feeling so loved. It's something I don't want to lose. Ever
*
Stacy was Test's PR manager for a long time. However, his recent jealously over her friendship with Scott Steiner has caused a severe rift and now break-up in the relationship. At Bad Blood, Steiner and Test fought for Stacy's managerial services and Steiner won.. In real life, Stacy and Andrew 'Test' Martin have been dating for a long time and still are very much an item. Dancer, valet, personal assistant and manager. Stacy has been and done a lot. She has a lot more to do in the future.
