Characters: Meadow Lawson, Trish Stratus, Hardyz, Shannon Moore, Amy Dumas,
and Shane Helms
~ Chapter 2 ~
Meadow woke up groggily the next morning. She pulled herself out of her comfy bed and stared at the clock for several seconds.
"Oh shit, I overslept," She moaned annoyed. A part of her was a little ticked off that Trish didn't bother waking her because now she was going to have to call a taxi to take her to the arena. But the rational part of Meadow informed her that Trish probably did try to wake her up, but Meadow was notorious for being a deep sleeper.
Meadow forced herself to stare at her own reflection in the mirror, and she literally screamed out in horror at her appearance.
"How do you expect to get a guy if you keep looking like this? No wonder you've been single for so long," Meadow told her reflection as she quickly dished out her make up. "You really shouldn't be too shocked that Matt considers you to be just one of the guys, you practically look like one now."
She quickly began applying all of the essentials to her face to make her look somewhat human again. Once Meadow felt comfortable with her appearance, she started work on her hair. Meadow had long, silky brown hair that made almost every girl green with envy. Meadow, however, found it to be very annoying because it would never cooperate with her. She finally settled on throwing it up on top of her head and letting a few strands fall around her face. She then got dressed in a pair of wide-legged khakis and white halter top with a pink fishnet shirt over it. Finally, Meadow felt like herself and ready to face the wrestling world.
She had already made the call to her taxi, so she was basically just waiting for it to arrive. She stepped outside, so she could have a better view of the taxi when it approached. Meadow observed how dismal the sky looked, and she immediately shivered. She had a strange vibe that something freaky was going on. . . but she couldn't quite grasp what it was. Maybe it was going to storm?. . . Yeah, that had to be it. Suddenly, Meadow caught sight of her taxi and instantly raced toward it.
Meadow was still unable to shake her bizarre feeling as the taxi dropped her off at the arena. As she stepped out of the vehicle, she noticed a dark, luminous cloud hovering above the building.
"That's so strange," She whispered. "This must be a sign that it's really going to pour today." Meadow cautiously entered the building, only to notice that the chill she had felt outside was present even more so inside the building. She brushed past crew workers who normally would beam at her and have a brief chit chat with her before she went on her merry way, but today they avoided all eye contact. It was definitely strange to say the least. Meadow desperately wanted to see a friendly face; she decided to pay a quick visit to Shannon Moore. She knocked lightly on his door, but soon discovered that it was already part way open. She gently pushed the rest of the door ajar as she sauntered into the room.
"Shannon?" She called out cheerfully, she peered around the corner only to find that all of her friends, including Shannon, were all sitting in the locker room. They all appeared to not be themselves, like they had totally zoned out and were lost in thought. Meadow was used to seeing this kind of behavior from Jeff, but from everyone else? It was just plain weird.
"Hey guys! What's up?" Meadow happily greeted as she tried to squeeze some smiles out of the somber group. "It's totally going to storm outside today, I saw the funkiest looking cloud before I came in here too. I just love thunderstorms, wouldn't it be awesome to have a wrestling match in one?" She joked. No one laughed. No one had even acknowledged her presence.
"Guys?" Meadow's smile disappeared. "What's wrong? Why are you guys so glum and why are you practically ignoring me? It's very rude to not answer someone when they're asking you questions." Meadow paused hoping that her series of questions would prompt one of her friends to utter a sound or something that would give her an indication that they were all still alive. "Why do you guys look like someone died?" Meadow asked exasperated.
Finally, Trish Stratus lifted her head, and Meadow noticed her blood shot eyes. "Didn't you hear?" She mustered out hoarsely.
"Hear what?" Meadow looked at her confused.
"It's all over the news," Shane mumbled. "I'm surprised you haven't heard."
"HEAR WHAT?!" Meadow exclaimed frustrated. "I demand someone to fill me in here because you all are really starting to scare me."
"Meadow. . .Torrie Wilson died last night," Amy managed to squeak out right before she broke down and a burst of new tears streamed down her cheeks. Matt wrapped his arm around comfortingly around her shoulders as she buried her face into his chest.
"Wh-what?" Meadow was totally and completely shocked. She hadn't heard Amy right, had she? "When? Where? What happened?" Meadow inquired, still in a daze as she took a seat next to Shannon.
"We haven't heard all the specifics, but from what I gather, it happened last night in her hotel room," Matt answered. "Apparently, she overdosed on some pills."
"Ohmigod," Meadow replied. "I can't believe this, this is so surreal. I mean, I wasn't especially close to Torrie, but I liked her well enough. Oh, poor Stacy, she must be going crazy right now. This is just so unbelievable, I was just talking to Torrie yesterday, and she was telling me about how happy she was that she won the Babe of the Year contest, and that she was picked for the cover of the Divas Swimsuit magazine. Her career in the WWE was just taking off. . . this is so sad." Meadow instantly started crying as she relived their last conversation in her head.
Shane stared at her concerned and opened up his arms for her to give him a hug. She did so, and they stayed like that for awhile, until Meadow pulled herself out of his embrace when another question popped into her head. "Do they. . . you know. . . do they think she tried to commit suicide?"
"I'm not really sure, but I do know that so far they haven't found a suicide note," Shannon replied.
"But they did find an empty bottle of pills lying next to her when they discovered her body this morning," Trish whispered.
"Torrie had her whole future ahead of her, why would she want to take her own life?" Meadow mumbled quietly. "Ohmigod!" She suddenly exclaimed loudly.
"What? What's wrong?" Matt asked her startled.
"Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod!!!" Meadow began panicking.
"What has you so freaked out, Meadow?" Amy asked curiously.
"Yeah, calm down and just tell us what's gotten you so bent out of shape," Shane gently massaged her back.
"Yesterday. . . in the locker room. . ." Meadow was having trouble getting her sentence out because she was so choked up. ". . . Torrie had a really bad headache. . . I gave her some pills that were guaranteed to make her headache go away! She must have overdosed on those pills, and it's all my fault!" Meadow wailed as Shane wrapped her up in another soothing hug as he affectionately stroked her hair.
"Dollface, this is not your fault, you hear me? Don't blame yourself. You are not responsible for what happened to Torrie," Shane gently informed.
"Shane is right, M. None of us really knew what was going through her head. On the surface, it appeared like Torrie was on top of the world, but looks can be deceiving," Trish commented as she walked over to her friend and patted her back. "For all we know, Torrie could have been severely messed up in the head, and she might have felt like suicide was the only solution."
"I still find it odd that they didn't discover a suicide note," Matt scratched his head.
"Maybe it was an accident?" Jeff suggested.
"Could have been. . . but either way you look at it, Torrie is still dead," Shannon stated bluntly.
"Shan!" Amy exclaimed.
"Sorry, I was just stating a fact," Shannon softly apologized.
"So, is the show cancelled tonight then?" Meadow wondered.
"Not to my knowledge. You know Vince, he won't even let a tragedy like this keep him away from making money," Matt replied in disgust.
"He makes me so sick sometimes," Amy grumbled.
"Tell me about it," Trish scoffed.
"Well, since apparently it's going to be business as usual here in the WWE, I'm going to find out who I'm scheduled to wrestle tonight. And I might see if I can find Stacy. . . just to see how she's holding up," Meadow wiped her eyes with the tissue Trish had supplied her with.
"That sounds like a good idea. So are you finally through with blaming yourself for what happened to Torrie?" Matt observed Meadow curiously as he looked intently into her eyes.
"I don't know. . . I mean I can't help feeling somewhat responsible. What if I hadn't given her those pills? She might still be alive right now," Meadow murmured.
"You don't know that for sure hun, you can't live by what if's," Amy piped up.
"Aims is right. If Torrie was hell bent on ending her life that way then she would have found some pills regardless if they came from you or from someone else. Don't beat yourself up over this okay?" Matt pulled Meadow into a gentle hug. When they parted, she sheepishly shot Matt a small smile.
"Okay guys, thanks for the encouraging words," Meadow reached out and squeezed Shannon and Shane's hands. "All right everyone, I'll see you in a few."
"Okay, M. And if you find out anything else, please fill us in," Shannon suggested. With a quick nod of the head, Meadow turned around and disappeared from site. As she was walking down the hallway, she ran into a beaming Stephanie McMahon.
"Just the girl I wanted to see," Stephanie smiled happily.
"Come again?" Meadow inquired. Surely Steph was aware of the terrible situation surrounding Torrie Wilson, so why in the blue hell was she smiling as if nothing was in the least bit wrong?
"I have some very good news for you, Meadow. In light of a few instances that have happened recently, you have been rewarded a cover shoot for tomorrow."
"Really?" A smile escaped from Meadow's lips. "The cover of what? Raw magazine? WWE magazine?"
"Nope, better. . . the Divas Swimsuit magazine!" Stephanie cheered.
"The swimsuit magazine?! Wasn't Torrie supposed to be on the cover of that?"
"Well, I'm sure you've heard about what happened to her, and although it's very sad and tragic, the WWE can't have that kind of publicity right now. Torrie's death is still under investigation, and as it stands right now, more than likely Torrie committed suicide. If we display Torrie on the cover of one of our most premiere issues, it's showing that the WWE condones that sort of behavior, which is far from true. That's why you got the cover, so be grateful. I guess you know what this also means," Steph said in a sing-song voice.
"What what means?"
"Since the Babe of the Year competition came down between you and Torrie, you are now our new Babe of the Year! Congrats girlie!"
"Oh. . . um. . . thanks," Meadow had a nagging feeling that she shouldn't accept these "rewards". She just didn't feel right about it. Torrie hadn't even been dead for a whole day yet, and already Stephanie wasn't wasting any time replacing her.
"I have some business to attend to, but congratulations on your good news," Stephanie winked and in a flash she was gone. Meadow was in a state of disbelief.
"Oh. My. God. Why do I have a really, really bad feeling about this?" Meadow murmured to herself.
~ Chapter 2 ~
Meadow woke up groggily the next morning. She pulled herself out of her comfy bed and stared at the clock for several seconds.
"Oh shit, I overslept," She moaned annoyed. A part of her was a little ticked off that Trish didn't bother waking her because now she was going to have to call a taxi to take her to the arena. But the rational part of Meadow informed her that Trish probably did try to wake her up, but Meadow was notorious for being a deep sleeper.
Meadow forced herself to stare at her own reflection in the mirror, and she literally screamed out in horror at her appearance.
"How do you expect to get a guy if you keep looking like this? No wonder you've been single for so long," Meadow told her reflection as she quickly dished out her make up. "You really shouldn't be too shocked that Matt considers you to be just one of the guys, you practically look like one now."
She quickly began applying all of the essentials to her face to make her look somewhat human again. Once Meadow felt comfortable with her appearance, she started work on her hair. Meadow had long, silky brown hair that made almost every girl green with envy. Meadow, however, found it to be very annoying because it would never cooperate with her. She finally settled on throwing it up on top of her head and letting a few strands fall around her face. She then got dressed in a pair of wide-legged khakis and white halter top with a pink fishnet shirt over it. Finally, Meadow felt like herself and ready to face the wrestling world.
She had already made the call to her taxi, so she was basically just waiting for it to arrive. She stepped outside, so she could have a better view of the taxi when it approached. Meadow observed how dismal the sky looked, and she immediately shivered. She had a strange vibe that something freaky was going on. . . but she couldn't quite grasp what it was. Maybe it was going to storm?. . . Yeah, that had to be it. Suddenly, Meadow caught sight of her taxi and instantly raced toward it.
Meadow was still unable to shake her bizarre feeling as the taxi dropped her off at the arena. As she stepped out of the vehicle, she noticed a dark, luminous cloud hovering above the building.
"That's so strange," She whispered. "This must be a sign that it's really going to pour today." Meadow cautiously entered the building, only to notice that the chill she had felt outside was present even more so inside the building. She brushed past crew workers who normally would beam at her and have a brief chit chat with her before she went on her merry way, but today they avoided all eye contact. It was definitely strange to say the least. Meadow desperately wanted to see a friendly face; she decided to pay a quick visit to Shannon Moore. She knocked lightly on his door, but soon discovered that it was already part way open. She gently pushed the rest of the door ajar as she sauntered into the room.
"Shannon?" She called out cheerfully, she peered around the corner only to find that all of her friends, including Shannon, were all sitting in the locker room. They all appeared to not be themselves, like they had totally zoned out and were lost in thought. Meadow was used to seeing this kind of behavior from Jeff, but from everyone else? It was just plain weird.
"Hey guys! What's up?" Meadow happily greeted as she tried to squeeze some smiles out of the somber group. "It's totally going to storm outside today, I saw the funkiest looking cloud before I came in here too. I just love thunderstorms, wouldn't it be awesome to have a wrestling match in one?" She joked. No one laughed. No one had even acknowledged her presence.
"Guys?" Meadow's smile disappeared. "What's wrong? Why are you guys so glum and why are you practically ignoring me? It's very rude to not answer someone when they're asking you questions." Meadow paused hoping that her series of questions would prompt one of her friends to utter a sound or something that would give her an indication that they were all still alive. "Why do you guys look like someone died?" Meadow asked exasperated.
Finally, Trish Stratus lifted her head, and Meadow noticed her blood shot eyes. "Didn't you hear?" She mustered out hoarsely.
"Hear what?" Meadow looked at her confused.
"It's all over the news," Shane mumbled. "I'm surprised you haven't heard."
"HEAR WHAT?!" Meadow exclaimed frustrated. "I demand someone to fill me in here because you all are really starting to scare me."
"Meadow. . .Torrie Wilson died last night," Amy managed to squeak out right before she broke down and a burst of new tears streamed down her cheeks. Matt wrapped his arm around comfortingly around her shoulders as she buried her face into his chest.
"Wh-what?" Meadow was totally and completely shocked. She hadn't heard Amy right, had she? "When? Where? What happened?" Meadow inquired, still in a daze as she took a seat next to Shannon.
"We haven't heard all the specifics, but from what I gather, it happened last night in her hotel room," Matt answered. "Apparently, she overdosed on some pills."
"Ohmigod," Meadow replied. "I can't believe this, this is so surreal. I mean, I wasn't especially close to Torrie, but I liked her well enough. Oh, poor Stacy, she must be going crazy right now. This is just so unbelievable, I was just talking to Torrie yesterday, and she was telling me about how happy she was that she won the Babe of the Year contest, and that she was picked for the cover of the Divas Swimsuit magazine. Her career in the WWE was just taking off. . . this is so sad." Meadow instantly started crying as she relived their last conversation in her head.
Shane stared at her concerned and opened up his arms for her to give him a hug. She did so, and they stayed like that for awhile, until Meadow pulled herself out of his embrace when another question popped into her head. "Do they. . . you know. . . do they think she tried to commit suicide?"
"I'm not really sure, but I do know that so far they haven't found a suicide note," Shannon replied.
"But they did find an empty bottle of pills lying next to her when they discovered her body this morning," Trish whispered.
"Torrie had her whole future ahead of her, why would she want to take her own life?" Meadow mumbled quietly. "Ohmigod!" She suddenly exclaimed loudly.
"What? What's wrong?" Matt asked her startled.
"Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod!!!" Meadow began panicking.
"What has you so freaked out, Meadow?" Amy asked curiously.
"Yeah, calm down and just tell us what's gotten you so bent out of shape," Shane gently massaged her back.
"Yesterday. . . in the locker room. . ." Meadow was having trouble getting her sentence out because she was so choked up. ". . . Torrie had a really bad headache. . . I gave her some pills that were guaranteed to make her headache go away! She must have overdosed on those pills, and it's all my fault!" Meadow wailed as Shane wrapped her up in another soothing hug as he affectionately stroked her hair.
"Dollface, this is not your fault, you hear me? Don't blame yourself. You are not responsible for what happened to Torrie," Shane gently informed.
"Shane is right, M. None of us really knew what was going through her head. On the surface, it appeared like Torrie was on top of the world, but looks can be deceiving," Trish commented as she walked over to her friend and patted her back. "For all we know, Torrie could have been severely messed up in the head, and she might have felt like suicide was the only solution."
"I still find it odd that they didn't discover a suicide note," Matt scratched his head.
"Maybe it was an accident?" Jeff suggested.
"Could have been. . . but either way you look at it, Torrie is still dead," Shannon stated bluntly.
"Shan!" Amy exclaimed.
"Sorry, I was just stating a fact," Shannon softly apologized.
"So, is the show cancelled tonight then?" Meadow wondered.
"Not to my knowledge. You know Vince, he won't even let a tragedy like this keep him away from making money," Matt replied in disgust.
"He makes me so sick sometimes," Amy grumbled.
"Tell me about it," Trish scoffed.
"Well, since apparently it's going to be business as usual here in the WWE, I'm going to find out who I'm scheduled to wrestle tonight. And I might see if I can find Stacy. . . just to see how she's holding up," Meadow wiped her eyes with the tissue Trish had supplied her with.
"That sounds like a good idea. So are you finally through with blaming yourself for what happened to Torrie?" Matt observed Meadow curiously as he looked intently into her eyes.
"I don't know. . . I mean I can't help feeling somewhat responsible. What if I hadn't given her those pills? She might still be alive right now," Meadow murmured.
"You don't know that for sure hun, you can't live by what if's," Amy piped up.
"Aims is right. If Torrie was hell bent on ending her life that way then she would have found some pills regardless if they came from you or from someone else. Don't beat yourself up over this okay?" Matt pulled Meadow into a gentle hug. When they parted, she sheepishly shot Matt a small smile.
"Okay guys, thanks for the encouraging words," Meadow reached out and squeezed Shannon and Shane's hands. "All right everyone, I'll see you in a few."
"Okay, M. And if you find out anything else, please fill us in," Shannon suggested. With a quick nod of the head, Meadow turned around and disappeared from site. As she was walking down the hallway, she ran into a beaming Stephanie McMahon.
"Just the girl I wanted to see," Stephanie smiled happily.
"Come again?" Meadow inquired. Surely Steph was aware of the terrible situation surrounding Torrie Wilson, so why in the blue hell was she smiling as if nothing was in the least bit wrong?
"I have some very good news for you, Meadow. In light of a few instances that have happened recently, you have been rewarded a cover shoot for tomorrow."
"Really?" A smile escaped from Meadow's lips. "The cover of what? Raw magazine? WWE magazine?"
"Nope, better. . . the Divas Swimsuit magazine!" Stephanie cheered.
"The swimsuit magazine?! Wasn't Torrie supposed to be on the cover of that?"
"Well, I'm sure you've heard about what happened to her, and although it's very sad and tragic, the WWE can't have that kind of publicity right now. Torrie's death is still under investigation, and as it stands right now, more than likely Torrie committed suicide. If we display Torrie on the cover of one of our most premiere issues, it's showing that the WWE condones that sort of behavior, which is far from true. That's why you got the cover, so be grateful. I guess you know what this also means," Steph said in a sing-song voice.
"What what means?"
"Since the Babe of the Year competition came down between you and Torrie, you are now our new Babe of the Year! Congrats girlie!"
"Oh. . . um. . . thanks," Meadow had a nagging feeling that she shouldn't accept these "rewards". She just didn't feel right about it. Torrie hadn't even been dead for a whole day yet, and already Stephanie wasn't wasting any time replacing her.
"I have some business to attend to, but congratulations on your good news," Stephanie winked and in a flash she was gone. Meadow was in a state of disbelief.
"Oh. My. God. Why do I have a really, really bad feeling about this?" Meadow murmured to herself.