Characters: Meadow Lawson, Trish Stratus, Hardyz, Shannon Moore, Amy Dumas,
and Shane Helms
Disclaimer: The only character I own is Meadow, the rest are property of the WWE.
Meadow cautiously tapped on Stacy Keibler's door. When she heard no response, she gently turned the door handle and walked in. "Stace, you in here?" Meadow's eyes immediately landed on a shivering figure in the corner, who was crawled up in a ball rocking themselves rhythmically back and forth.
Meadow noticed a bunch of tissues scattered all around the room and instantly her heart went out to Stacy. "Stacy? It's Meadow," She said calmly as she carefully approached her.
"I know who the hell you are," Stacy snapped back bitterly. Meadow wasn't expecting that response, but chalked it up to Stacy being upset about her best friend's death.
"I know you're going through a tough time right now. . ."
"Why are you here?" Stacy shot her head up and stared coldly into Meadow's eyes for the first time. "It's not like you and I were ever friends, so quit trying to act like you give a damn."
"Look, I know we haven't been especially close, but you're wrong. . . I do care. I know what you're going through."
"Oh you do, do you?" Stacy asked skeptically. "Honestly, tell me something, Meadow. Do you know what it's like to lose your best friend in the entire world?" Meadow looked down and shook her head no. "Have you ever lost someone who truly understood you, who you could talk about any and everything with? Someone who knew your deepest, darkest secrets and every other miniscule detail about your life?"
"No," Meadow softly admitted.
"That's what I thought. So you have absolutely no freaking clue about what I'm going through right now! I would appreciate it if you would stop pretending as if you do because you don't!" Stacy immediately started wailing after her outburst.
Meadow just stood there. Stacy was right. . . she had never lost a loved one before, so technically she couldn't put herself in Stacy's shoes. Meadow had no clue what to say or do, because everything she tried was wrong. Why did she even care about helping Stacy?
"Did you know we were supposed to go to the mall today after work?" Stacy whispered softly. "I talked to her on the phone last night, and she seemed perfectly fine. I don't understand. . . I was her best friend, why didn't she tell me that something was wrong with her? Why did she keep it from me? I could have helped her. . . I could have done something!" Stacy bursted into tears and began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Stacy, don't be so hard on yourself. None of us are sure why Torrie wanted to end her life," Meadow squatted down and wrapped her arms around Stacy.
"Get off me!" Stacy pulled her hands away. "You didn't even like Torrie! Hell, I bet you're happy she's gone! Get out of my room now! I'm tired of your fake sympathy and compassion!"
"Stacy, I was only trying to help. . ."
"Why don't you help your way out of my room! Are you hard of hearing?! Get out!" Stacy sobbed as she pointed towards the door. Meadow instantly stood up and wasted no time leaving Stacy's presence. Stacy was definitely in bad shape; Meadow had never seen her like that before. Meadow's thoughts were still wrapped up in her conversation with Stacy, when she bumped into Matt in the hallway.
"Oh. . . I'm sorry," she apologized absently as she continued walking.
"Meadow, wait!" Matt called as he ran and caught up to her. "What's wrong? You look like you're a million miles away."
"I may as well should be," Meadow answered. "I just got back from seeing Stacy and all I can say is. . . she really scared me. She's taking Torrie's death harder than I thought."
"Well, they were pretty inseparable. I really feel bad about what happened though; this all feels like a dream. I keep expecting to see Torrie smiling and walking down the hall with a lollipop in her mouth and having not a care in the world."
"Yeah. . . I know what you mean," Meadow looked at him sadly. "I can't say that I know first hand what Stacy is going through, but I can just imagine how I would feel if something happened to Trish, Shannon. . . you," She stared deep into Matt's beautiful brown eyes and her heart felt empty at just the mere thought of never getting the chance to see his handsome face again. "I haven't even known you guys that long, but already I have this strong attachment to all of you, and I don't want that to change."
"Don't worry, I don't think any of us plan on leaving anytime soon. It's unfortunate what happened to Torrie, but it's times like these when you realize all the people you take for granted," Matt whispered as he brushed a stray piece of hair from Meadow's face.
"Yeah, you're right," she muttered and closed her eyes as she tried to savor the moment of feeling Matt's touch. If he only knew what his soft caress was doing to her. . .
Finally coming back to reality, Meadow fluttered her eyes open and laughed nervously. If Matt wasn't aware of her crush on him before, there was sure to be no speculation now. Wanting to desperately end the awkward moment, Meadow piped up, "Before I talked to Stacy, I had this bizarre conversation with Stephanie."
"What about?" Matt seemed intrigued.
"It was odd. Steph offered me the cover of the Divas swimsuit magazine, and she informed me that I'm the new Babe of the Year," Meadow replied.
"SHE WHAT?!" Stacy demanded angrily as she slammed her door shut behind her; apparently she had been eavesdropping. She briskly walked over to Meadow and Matt with her hands on her hips. "And I bet you gleefully took Steph up on her offer, didn't you?" Stacy stared down Meadow.
"What was I supposed to say?" Meadow asked defensively. "Stephanie is my boss, how would that have looked if I had said no?"
"It's the freaking principle of the matter!" Stacy shouted back. "That cover and the Babe of the Year title belonged to Torrie, and she worked her ass off to get them. See, I KNEW that you would be happy that Torrie is gone. Now you're poised to receive all of her glory because you're supposedly a "rising star". Give me a break! Torrie and every single other diva can walk circles around you. You will never be able to replace Torrie, you got me? Hey, I bet Steph didn't even offer you those things, I bet you BEGGED for them, didn't you? You stupid little bitch. . ."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Stacy, that's enough," Matt cut in. "Meadow had nothing to do with what Steph offered her, and she is every bit as sorry about Torrie's sudden death as you are."
Stacy's demeanor immediately softened as she gazed at Matt. "It's just that this is so hard for me, Torrie was the greatest friend I have ever had. We were more like sisters actually. I just don't know what I'm going to do without her," Stacy's flood gates opened once again as she flung herself into Matt's arms and cried on his shoulder. Meadow couldn't tell if Stacy's crying attack was truly genuine or just a way to be closer to Matt. . . She was strongly leaning towards the latter.
"Stace, it will get easier," Matt soothed as he gently rubbed her back.
Stacy lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him with her teary blue eyes. "Can you give me a lift back to the hotel? I don't think I can be here right now. Everywhere I turn, I'm reminded of Torrie and it's just too overwhelming. I would drive myself back, but I don't really want to be alone right now," Stacy pouted and Meadow inwardly groaned. It was totally obvious now that Stacy was manipulating the situation to spend some quality time with Matt; how sad and pathetic.
"Well, I'm not sure when my match is. . ."
"You have plenty of time before our match, we're on a little bit later in the show tonight," Meadow piped up. "So, if you want to drive Stacy, you should," Meadow wanted to kick herself after she uttered that ridiculous sentence. Open mouth, insert foot.
"Well okay then, it's settled," Stacy wiped her eyes with a tissue and shot Matt a tiny smile.
"I'll be right back and tell the gang where I am so they won't worry," Matt told Meadow.
"Will do," she repeated sheepishly. He shot her the V1 symbol as Stacy ever so subtly slipped between his arms as they headed out of the arena. Meadow for the life of her couldn't understand Stacy. Meadow had tried to offer her condolences to her and practically gets bitched at, but Stacy more than welcomes sympathy from Matt. One thing Meadow did know though was that she definitely needed to be on guard when it came to Ms. Stacy Keibler.
Disclaimer: The only character I own is Meadow, the rest are property of the WWE.
Meadow cautiously tapped on Stacy Keibler's door. When she heard no response, she gently turned the door handle and walked in. "Stace, you in here?" Meadow's eyes immediately landed on a shivering figure in the corner, who was crawled up in a ball rocking themselves rhythmically back and forth.
Meadow noticed a bunch of tissues scattered all around the room and instantly her heart went out to Stacy. "Stacy? It's Meadow," She said calmly as she carefully approached her.
"I know who the hell you are," Stacy snapped back bitterly. Meadow wasn't expecting that response, but chalked it up to Stacy being upset about her best friend's death.
"I know you're going through a tough time right now. . ."
"Why are you here?" Stacy shot her head up and stared coldly into Meadow's eyes for the first time. "It's not like you and I were ever friends, so quit trying to act like you give a damn."
"Look, I know we haven't been especially close, but you're wrong. . . I do care. I know what you're going through."
"Oh you do, do you?" Stacy asked skeptically. "Honestly, tell me something, Meadow. Do you know what it's like to lose your best friend in the entire world?" Meadow looked down and shook her head no. "Have you ever lost someone who truly understood you, who you could talk about any and everything with? Someone who knew your deepest, darkest secrets and every other miniscule detail about your life?"
"No," Meadow softly admitted.
"That's what I thought. So you have absolutely no freaking clue about what I'm going through right now! I would appreciate it if you would stop pretending as if you do because you don't!" Stacy immediately started wailing after her outburst.
Meadow just stood there. Stacy was right. . . she had never lost a loved one before, so technically she couldn't put herself in Stacy's shoes. Meadow had no clue what to say or do, because everything she tried was wrong. Why did she even care about helping Stacy?
"Did you know we were supposed to go to the mall today after work?" Stacy whispered softly. "I talked to her on the phone last night, and she seemed perfectly fine. I don't understand. . . I was her best friend, why didn't she tell me that something was wrong with her? Why did she keep it from me? I could have helped her. . . I could have done something!" Stacy bursted into tears and began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Stacy, don't be so hard on yourself. None of us are sure why Torrie wanted to end her life," Meadow squatted down and wrapped her arms around Stacy.
"Get off me!" Stacy pulled her hands away. "You didn't even like Torrie! Hell, I bet you're happy she's gone! Get out of my room now! I'm tired of your fake sympathy and compassion!"
"Stacy, I was only trying to help. . ."
"Why don't you help your way out of my room! Are you hard of hearing?! Get out!" Stacy sobbed as she pointed towards the door. Meadow instantly stood up and wasted no time leaving Stacy's presence. Stacy was definitely in bad shape; Meadow had never seen her like that before. Meadow's thoughts were still wrapped up in her conversation with Stacy, when she bumped into Matt in the hallway.
"Oh. . . I'm sorry," she apologized absently as she continued walking.
"Meadow, wait!" Matt called as he ran and caught up to her. "What's wrong? You look like you're a million miles away."
"I may as well should be," Meadow answered. "I just got back from seeing Stacy and all I can say is. . . she really scared me. She's taking Torrie's death harder than I thought."
"Well, they were pretty inseparable. I really feel bad about what happened though; this all feels like a dream. I keep expecting to see Torrie smiling and walking down the hall with a lollipop in her mouth and having not a care in the world."
"Yeah. . . I know what you mean," Meadow looked at him sadly. "I can't say that I know first hand what Stacy is going through, but I can just imagine how I would feel if something happened to Trish, Shannon. . . you," She stared deep into Matt's beautiful brown eyes and her heart felt empty at just the mere thought of never getting the chance to see his handsome face again. "I haven't even known you guys that long, but already I have this strong attachment to all of you, and I don't want that to change."
"Don't worry, I don't think any of us plan on leaving anytime soon. It's unfortunate what happened to Torrie, but it's times like these when you realize all the people you take for granted," Matt whispered as he brushed a stray piece of hair from Meadow's face.
"Yeah, you're right," she muttered and closed her eyes as she tried to savor the moment of feeling Matt's touch. If he only knew what his soft caress was doing to her. . .
Finally coming back to reality, Meadow fluttered her eyes open and laughed nervously. If Matt wasn't aware of her crush on him before, there was sure to be no speculation now. Wanting to desperately end the awkward moment, Meadow piped up, "Before I talked to Stacy, I had this bizarre conversation with Stephanie."
"What about?" Matt seemed intrigued.
"It was odd. Steph offered me the cover of the Divas swimsuit magazine, and she informed me that I'm the new Babe of the Year," Meadow replied.
"SHE WHAT?!" Stacy demanded angrily as she slammed her door shut behind her; apparently she had been eavesdropping. She briskly walked over to Meadow and Matt with her hands on her hips. "And I bet you gleefully took Steph up on her offer, didn't you?" Stacy stared down Meadow.
"What was I supposed to say?" Meadow asked defensively. "Stephanie is my boss, how would that have looked if I had said no?"
"It's the freaking principle of the matter!" Stacy shouted back. "That cover and the Babe of the Year title belonged to Torrie, and she worked her ass off to get them. See, I KNEW that you would be happy that Torrie is gone. Now you're poised to receive all of her glory because you're supposedly a "rising star". Give me a break! Torrie and every single other diva can walk circles around you. You will never be able to replace Torrie, you got me? Hey, I bet Steph didn't even offer you those things, I bet you BEGGED for them, didn't you? You stupid little bitch. . ."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Stacy, that's enough," Matt cut in. "Meadow had nothing to do with what Steph offered her, and she is every bit as sorry about Torrie's sudden death as you are."
Stacy's demeanor immediately softened as she gazed at Matt. "It's just that this is so hard for me, Torrie was the greatest friend I have ever had. We were more like sisters actually. I just don't know what I'm going to do without her," Stacy's flood gates opened once again as she flung herself into Matt's arms and cried on his shoulder. Meadow couldn't tell if Stacy's crying attack was truly genuine or just a way to be closer to Matt. . . She was strongly leaning towards the latter.
"Stace, it will get easier," Matt soothed as he gently rubbed her back.
Stacy lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him with her teary blue eyes. "Can you give me a lift back to the hotel? I don't think I can be here right now. Everywhere I turn, I'm reminded of Torrie and it's just too overwhelming. I would drive myself back, but I don't really want to be alone right now," Stacy pouted and Meadow inwardly groaned. It was totally obvious now that Stacy was manipulating the situation to spend some quality time with Matt; how sad and pathetic.
"Well, I'm not sure when my match is. . ."
"You have plenty of time before our match, we're on a little bit later in the show tonight," Meadow piped up. "So, if you want to drive Stacy, you should," Meadow wanted to kick herself after she uttered that ridiculous sentence. Open mouth, insert foot.
"Well okay then, it's settled," Stacy wiped her eyes with a tissue and shot Matt a tiny smile.
"I'll be right back and tell the gang where I am so they won't worry," Matt told Meadow.
"Will do," she repeated sheepishly. He shot her the V1 symbol as Stacy ever so subtly slipped between his arms as they headed out of the arena. Meadow for the life of her couldn't understand Stacy. Meadow had tried to offer her condolences to her and practically gets bitched at, but Stacy more than welcomes sympathy from Matt. One thing Meadow did know though was that she definitely needed to be on guard when it came to Ms. Stacy Keibler.