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Chapter 3: Whipped

Stacy Keibler was suddenly bumped on the hip, pushing her away from the center of the large mirror in the women's locker room. The woman that pushed her away from the mirror was about 5'6" and had blond hair to her shoulders that flipped out. She had large breasts, a tiny waist, and an orangey tan. Stacy already didn't like her.

"Excuse me, but you just bumped into me when I was putting on my makeup," Stacy said, attempting to sound polite.

"And do you need it," the woman replied coldly, eyeing Stacy up and down.

"You must be the new diva," Stacy assumed, strongly resisting the urge to punch the woman.

"I guess everyone already knows me," Stacy's new co-worker gloated.

Stacy raised an eyebrow at the arrogant comment. "I'm sorry. I don't know your name."

Obviously irritated by Stacy, the woman sighed and said, "I'm Kylie Tompkins." She then returned to applying her foundation.

"I'm Stacy Keibler."

After a pause, she put down the lip liner she had just applied, Kylie turned to face Stacy. "Listen. I'm not here to become every divas new best friend, like you're even worth it. I'm here to do my job, get paid, and prove that I am better than every whore on the roster." Though a few inches shorter than Stacy, Kylie didn't flinch at the glare that was being returned by Stacy.

"Good luck with that. You have a lot of competition," Stacy informed Kylie. With that, she picked up her little makeup bag, tossed it into her duffel bag and walked out of the locker room.

Kylie watched with detest as the door closed behind Stacy.

"Is she in there?" Chris asked as Stacy walked out of the women's locker room.

Startled by Chris' unexpected outburst, Stacy jumped. Grabbing her chest, she was relieved to see that it was just Chris. "What are you doing?"

"Is she in there?" Chris repeated, ignoring Stacy's question.

Rolling her eyes, she asked, "Is who in there?"

"The new diva!" Chris practically shouted

"Unfortunately yes," Stacy replied.

"Great," Chris said to himself excitedly.

Stacy gave Chris a questioning look. "Are you sure that you wanna see her?"

"She's not for me. I'm pretty sure the misses wouldn't like that anyways."

"She's 'for' someone?"

"I'm gonna hook her up with Rob."

"Why?"

"'Cause I was giving him a hard time earlier about some girl he met last night. I kinda felt bad. So this is my way of making it up to him," Chris explained.

"Ok," Stacy replied, questioning Chris' judgment in her head. "But shouldn't Rob be the one stalking her instead? And shouldn't he be trying to get with someone nice? And what about the girl he met?"

"He's letting me hook him up. Nice, schmice. She's hot."

Stacy gave him a light punch in the arm. "You are such a guy."

"Thank you," he replied cockily.

"But what about that girl he met?"

"He's probably never gonna see her again, unless by some freak chance."

Stacy sighed and decided to go find Andrew.

"I think he's getting some food," Chris said to her retreating back.

She gave him a wave of her arm, signaling her appreciation for the hint.

Chris leaned against the wall and waited for the hopefully-soon-to-be Mrs. Monday Night.

"Hey Baby," Andrew Martin said, seeing his girlfriend walking over to him.

"Hey. Hey guys," she returned.

Stephanie and Paul greeted her as she sat down next to Andrew.

"What's wrong? You look a little pissed," Stephanie noticed.

Recalling her meeting with Kylie, Stacy made a disgusted face. "Who signed the new diva?"

"I dunno. But it wasn't me," Stephanie replied. "I haven't met her yet actually."

"I just did," Stacy informed the group.

"What happened?" Stephanie asked, sensing that it wasn't a pleasant confrontation.

"She's a bitch," Stacy answered simply.

Paul laughed. "What? Was she not intimidated by the great Stacy Keibler's legs?"

"She's just a bitch. She thinks she's better than every woman in this company, who she fondly referred to as whores. Stupid midget," Stacy muttered the last part.

Andrew laughed. "A lot of people are midgets compared to you, Babe." He emphasized his point by rubbing her thigh under the table.

"I don't like her," Stacy pouted.

"Doesn't sound like she'll be making too many friends," Paul interjected.

"She doesn't think we deserve to be her friends," Stacy spat. Kylie had really gotten under her skin.

"Don't let her get to you. I bet she's just scared, it being her first night," Stephanie assured her friend.

"Scared my ass. She's stuck up as hell. She makes Chris look modest." Stacy's eyes wondered around the room until they landed on Rob and a woman. "Who's she?"

The other three people looked towards the direction Stacy was pointing to.

"Oh, that's Ella," Stephanie answered. "She's the marketing consultant the company hired."

"Why's she with Rob?" Stacy inquired.

"It's a funny story," Stephanie told them. "Last night, after the pay-per-view, they got stuck in an elevator together. They didn't think they'd see each other ever again. But they did. And now they're having dinner."

Stacy laughed.

"It wasn't that funny," Andrew told his girlfriend.

"No. It's just that I think Chris is trying to hook Rob up with the new diva because he was making fun of Rob about never seeing her again," she explained, pointing at Ella.

"Well, Chris never was the brightest bulb in the box," Paul commented.

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"So, how about after the show we go out for a real date?" Rob asked hopefully.

"A real date? I dunno," she replied, a bit of nervousness in her voice.

"C'mon! You said no yesterday 'cause you had a meeting. But you're here at your meeting. And I'm probably gonna stay for as long as you…" Rob trailed off.

"So?" Ella retorted smiling.

"So… how about we leave together and go out?" Rob suggested.

"I'll probably have a lot of work. And I have a flight out tomorrow. And-"

"Excuses, excuses," Rob scolded jokingly. "Yes or no?"

"I'll give you an answer later," Ella offered.

Rob sighed. "At least it's not a 'no'."

Ella nodded at Rob's optimism. "Let's just have dinner for now."

"I'm really a nice guy," Rob told her, hoping to persuade her.

Ella simply smiled at his attempt.

"And a lot of women would kill to be asked out by me," Rob informed her.

"I'm sure there are."

"And not many of them get an offer like the one you got."

"I'll bet."

"And they would all say 'yes' if I asked," he said childishly.

"I'll give you an answer later."

Rob graciously accepted his defeat. "Fine. Have it your way. But just so you know, that offer may not last all night."

"Thank you for the warning. I'll give you an answer later," she grinned. "Well, it was a good dinner, but I need to go and start my research," Ella said, standing up.

"And how do you do that with a live show?" Rob questioned.

"Watch it," she answered picking up her paper plate and throwing it away. "I'll see you later."

"With an answer?"

"With an answer," she assured him, walking away.

Kylie gasped as someone began speaking to her when she walked out of the locker room.

"Hi. I'm Chris Irvine. You must be the new diva. What's your name?" Chris said in one breath.

Calming down, she replied, "Kylie Tompkins."

"Chris Irvine. Do you have a boyfriend?"

Kylie raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you forward?"

"Not for me. I'm happily married," Chris said, raising his left hand to show off his wedding band.

"That's a shame," she replied flirtatiously while eying him.

"Yeah. Anyways, do you?"

Looking him up and down, she answered, "No."

"Well, I have this great guy for you to meet."

"That's so sweet of you. Let me guess. He saw me and was too intimidated by my beauty to ask me out," she assumed arrogantly, inspecting her new manicure.

"Something like that," he said, waving his hand, dismissing the topic of why Chris was asking her out for Rob. "So what about it?"

"Alright," she agreed. She never went for blind dates, but this wasn't really a date. Besides, practically every wrestler she had met was cute.

"Come on," Chris exclaimed, pulling her by the arm to catering.

Now alone, Rob walked over to the table that Stephanie, Paul, Andrew, and Stacy were sitting at. "Hey guys."

"You sure looked cozy with her," Paul teased.

Rob laughed. "Yeah. If that's how you saw it."

"She's hot!" Andrew commented, which earned him a smack in the arm and glare from an unhappy Stacy. "But you know no one even compares to you in my eyes," he quickly said to his girlfriend.

Stacy crossed her long legs and pouted.

"I said you were hotter!" Andrew whined.

Stacy turned her head the other way.

"Come on, Baby."

Stacy stood up and walked out. Andrew followed, shouting various apologies.

Sweetly, Stephanie looked expectantly at Paul.

"I love you," he said to her.

"I know," she laughed as he kissed her on the cheek.

"You two are nauseating," Rob interrupted their moment, making a face and gagging noises.

"You're just jealous 'cause you can't be nauseating like us with Ella," Stephanie teased.

"Am not," Rob argued childishly.

"So did you ask her out?" Paul interjected.

"Yeah, but she said she'd give me an answer later," Rob replied.

"She's making you sweat it out," Stephanie assured her. "Don't worry, she'll say 'yes.'"

"How do you know?" Rob questioned.

"She did the same thing to Shane. And I'm sure many other guys," Stephanie answered.

"To Shane? Your brother?" Rob inquired, surprise evident in his voice.

"Yeah. We were neighbors when we were little. Kinda weird meeting again, but cool nonetheless," Stephanie explained.

"To Shane?" Paul repeated.

"Yeah. He asked her to go to his birthday party and she said she'd give him an answer later that week. It was the day before the party, and she hadn't said anything to Shane. He was so worried. But she finally called and said she was going. I swear, Shane almost peed his pants when found out," Stephanie reminisced.

"She and Shane were together?" Rob asked.

"No. They had crushes on each other, but they were never 'together' like you said. Besides, it's not like it matters. That was when me and her were about… 8-years-old I think," Stephanie laughed at the worried to relieved look on Rob's face.

"So, she and Shane don't have like… a history that I have to live up to?" Rob questioned.

"Well, unless you count teasing a history, no," Stephanie replied.

"A girl making the RobVan Dam sweat. Don't think I've ever seen that," Paul teased.

"I dunno what it is with her," Rob admitted. "But it's like, she's all I've thought about since I met her."

"Which wasn't that long ago," Stephanie reminded him. "Don't rush into this."

"Yeah. Otherwise you'll scare her off," advised Paul.

"It's just like, I don't know what I'm doing around her," Rob said.

"You really like her, don't you?" Stephanie asked, knowing the answer already.

"Yeah," Rob responded breathlessly.

"What's the matter? You look scared to death," Paul noticed.

"I dunno. I mean, I've never felt like this, ya know?" Rob questioned. "It's like I'm powerless around her and I'm just exposed. And what if she doesn't like me?"

Paul glanced at Stephanie lovingly. "That's not a bad feeling. Trust me," Paul instructed him.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll go talk to Ella," Stephanie suggested.

"No, don't do that. I mean. Would you? Wait, no. Don't do that. It'll look like I'm in 5th grade. No, go talk to her," Rob disputed with himself.

"Listen, either way, I'm gonna go talk to her," Stephanie said. "The only question is, do you want to hear about what she said, if I can tell you that is?"

"Yeah," he answer enthusiastically.

"Ok, I'll see you two later," Stephanie said standing up. Before leaving, she gave Paul a quick peck and then left the room.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Rob asked Paul.

"You've known her for less than 24 hours and she's got you whipped," Paul laughed.

Rob pouted. "I'm not whipped," he muttered as Paul continued to laugh at him.

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