Title: Missing My Side
Author: Rachel
E-mail: Edgechick816@aol.com
Category: WWE
Pairings: Victoria/Jericho, Molly/Christian, Edge/Lita.
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to the WWE and themselves
Distribution: Ask please
Rating: PG13 (For now, it might go up later)
Spoilers: Around the last couple of months of the Invasion, I'm messing with the time lines.
Summary: The WWF divas infiltrate the Alliance, are they in for more then they barged for?
Notes: Response to Sarah's challenge :)
Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :)
"How goes it with the Hurricane?" Victoria asked, arching an eyebrow at Molly as they enter the Diva's locker room, which was currently empty. They still didn't understand why all the women almost always share a dressing room.
"Ugh, he's been sniffing comic book fumes for too long, something about letting them breathe..." replied Molly in disgust, while Victoria stifled a laugh. "What about you?"
"Lance Storm: a creep and a pervert, I was warned but apparently not enough." she sighed.
Suddenly the locker room door slammed opened, "Evil bastard." spat Stacy Keibler as she entered the room, throwing her Dudley glasses against the wall, she was already dressed for tonight's show.
"What's griping your ass?" snapped Victoria. Stacy whipped her head around, taking in the sight of the two divas before her for the first time.
"Paul Heyman, but that's nothing new or special, he's always on someone's ass." she dead panned with a scowl, "But that's not my problem, well, not at the moment anyway." she sighed defeated, sitting down on a bench, putting her head into her hands and rubbing her forehead, "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here."
Victoria eyed the other woman before exchanging a glance with Molly. She had never cared much for Stacy Keibler, but she was here to make friends, not enemies, and get as much intelligence out of them that she could, now seemed like a pretty good time to start. She pulled out a chair from the vanity table and sat down across from Stacy,
"You wanna vent, so vent." Victoria offered.
Stacy lift her head, glaring at the diva in front of her, she had no reason to trust her, but then again, no real reason not to, plus, she had nothing to lose. "Well, Torrie was supposed to get Commissioner Regal to help jump sides at No Mercy, but after Monday you see the difficulty in that."
"I thought you and Torrie hated each other." She stated evenly, masking her initial shock.
Stacy shook head "Nope, the whole thing just an act. I know she can be a little slutty sometimes, but there are some places even she won't go and the other week Paul Heyman went too far."
"What happened?" she chanced asking, Stacy seemed pretty willing to her tell everything.
"He called her into his office and basically tried to force himself on her. When she said no, he threatened her job and some shit like that. It probably would have been worst if Rob Van Dam hadn't walk in, he said he needed to talk to Paul, but we both knew he just trying to get her out of there."
Victoria nodded, she had heard a rumor that Torrie was screwing Heyman and Rob walked in on them, obviously the incident in question. She'd always thought that Torrie and Stacy were both tramps, she was very quickly reassessing her judgment, especially for Stacy.
"What a complete dick." Molly said spitefully, speaking for the first time since Stacy entered the room. She had left the talking to Victoria, who had a knack for getting information out of people, much like her boyfriend, Chris, albeit with less violence.
"I know." said Stacy looking over at Molly then back to Victoria, "After that, Torrie decided she couldn't stay in the Alliance anymore and I didn't wanna be here by myself. So when she left with Tajiri. She was going to get Regal to help me out, but that's obviously not going to work anymore. Now, I have no where to go and I still have that stupid match next Sunday." she groaned, pulling at her hair. Knowing Heyman would probably want to personally help her pick out her ring attire for her lingerie match.
"That's all well and good Stacy, but what makes you think that I wouldn't get up now and go tell Shane about your plans to defect to the WWF?"
Stacy raised her head and gave a knowing smirk, "Because I know you both had a meeting with Heyman this afternoon and unless you two are total skanks, which you don't appear to be,"
"Thanks." said Victoria dryly.
"Then you couldn't possibly want to give Heyman any kind of advantage on any diva." she finished. The other two women stayed silent, letting Stacy know she had called their bluff.
"Besides if you did tell them," she said standing up and walking over to the glasses she had thrown at the wall, "They'd probably have the Dudleys put me through a table. I don't really have a death wish, but if it gets me out of here faster..." she trailed off, adjusting the glasses before putting them on. "Anyway, if you can think of a way to get me the hell out of here without trading sexual favors and with minimal bodily harm, feel free to tell pass them my way." said Stacy, exiting the room, leaving Victoria and Molly alone once again.
"That was some disturbing shit."
"For starters." scoffed Molly.
"Did she actually suggest going through a table?" She asked in amazement as she stood up. She and Molly both knew first hand what it was like going through a table, not an experience either wanted to repeat.
"Yeah."
"So what do you make of that?" Victoria asked, folding her arms across her chest.
"That's a really desperate woman who's knee deep in it." Molly stated.
"True," a devious smile crept across Victoria lips, "but I think we just found ourselves a new ally."
A/N: Bring on the reviews, the more reviews, the sooner you get chapters.
Author: Rachel
E-mail: Edgechick816@aol.com
Category: WWE
Pairings: Victoria/Jericho, Molly/Christian, Edge/Lita.
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to the WWE and themselves
Distribution: Ask please
Rating: PG13 (For now, it might go up later)
Spoilers: Around the last couple of months of the Invasion, I'm messing with the time lines.
Summary: The WWF divas infiltrate the Alliance, are they in for more then they barged for?
Notes: Response to Sarah's challenge :)
Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :)
"How goes it with the Hurricane?" Victoria asked, arching an eyebrow at Molly as they enter the Diva's locker room, which was currently empty. They still didn't understand why all the women almost always share a dressing room.
"Ugh, he's been sniffing comic book fumes for too long, something about letting them breathe..." replied Molly in disgust, while Victoria stifled a laugh. "What about you?"
"Lance Storm: a creep and a pervert, I was warned but apparently not enough." she sighed.
Suddenly the locker room door slammed opened, "Evil bastard." spat Stacy Keibler as she entered the room, throwing her Dudley glasses against the wall, she was already dressed for tonight's show.
"What's griping your ass?" snapped Victoria. Stacy whipped her head around, taking in the sight of the two divas before her for the first time.
"Paul Heyman, but that's nothing new or special, he's always on someone's ass." she dead panned with a scowl, "But that's not my problem, well, not at the moment anyway." she sighed defeated, sitting down on a bench, putting her head into her hands and rubbing her forehead, "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here."
Victoria eyed the other woman before exchanging a glance with Molly. She had never cared much for Stacy Keibler, but she was here to make friends, not enemies, and get as much intelligence out of them that she could, now seemed like a pretty good time to start. She pulled out a chair from the vanity table and sat down across from Stacy,
"You wanna vent, so vent." Victoria offered.
Stacy lift her head, glaring at the diva in front of her, she had no reason to trust her, but then again, no real reason not to, plus, she had nothing to lose. "Well, Torrie was supposed to get Commissioner Regal to help jump sides at No Mercy, but after Monday you see the difficulty in that."
"I thought you and Torrie hated each other." She stated evenly, masking her initial shock.
Stacy shook head "Nope, the whole thing just an act. I know she can be a little slutty sometimes, but there are some places even she won't go and the other week Paul Heyman went too far."
"What happened?" she chanced asking, Stacy seemed pretty willing to her tell everything.
"He called her into his office and basically tried to force himself on her. When she said no, he threatened her job and some shit like that. It probably would have been worst if Rob Van Dam hadn't walk in, he said he needed to talk to Paul, but we both knew he just trying to get her out of there."
Victoria nodded, she had heard a rumor that Torrie was screwing Heyman and Rob walked in on them, obviously the incident in question. She'd always thought that Torrie and Stacy were both tramps, she was very quickly reassessing her judgment, especially for Stacy.
"What a complete dick." Molly said spitefully, speaking for the first time since Stacy entered the room. She had left the talking to Victoria, who had a knack for getting information out of people, much like her boyfriend, Chris, albeit with less violence.
"I know." said Stacy looking over at Molly then back to Victoria, "After that, Torrie decided she couldn't stay in the Alliance anymore and I didn't wanna be here by myself. So when she left with Tajiri. She was going to get Regal to help me out, but that's obviously not going to work anymore. Now, I have no where to go and I still have that stupid match next Sunday." she groaned, pulling at her hair. Knowing Heyman would probably want to personally help her pick out her ring attire for her lingerie match.
"That's all well and good Stacy, but what makes you think that I wouldn't get up now and go tell Shane about your plans to defect to the WWF?"
Stacy raised her head and gave a knowing smirk, "Because I know you both had a meeting with Heyman this afternoon and unless you two are total skanks, which you don't appear to be,"
"Thanks." said Victoria dryly.
"Then you couldn't possibly want to give Heyman any kind of advantage on any diva." she finished. The other two women stayed silent, letting Stacy know she had called their bluff.
"Besides if you did tell them," she said standing up and walking over to the glasses she had thrown at the wall, "They'd probably have the Dudleys put me through a table. I don't really have a death wish, but if it gets me out of here faster..." she trailed off, adjusting the glasses before putting them on. "Anyway, if you can think of a way to get me the hell out of here without trading sexual favors and with minimal bodily harm, feel free to tell pass them my way." said Stacy, exiting the room, leaving Victoria and Molly alone once again.
"That was some disturbing shit."
"For starters." scoffed Molly.
"Did she actually suggest going through a table?" She asked in amazement as she stood up. She and Molly both knew first hand what it was like going through a table, not an experience either wanted to repeat.
"Yeah."
"So what do you make of that?" Victoria asked, folding her arms across her chest.
"That's a really desperate woman who's knee deep in it." Molly stated.
"True," a devious smile crept across Victoria lips, "but I think we just found ourselves a new ally."
A/N: Bring on the reviews, the more reviews, the sooner you get chapters.