Disclaimer: Y'all know the drill. :-)
A/N: Just to clear anything up, Edge, a.k.a. Adam Copeland, was never out with the neck injury in this story, and Jeff Hardy is still with the WWE.
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Chapter Two
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Stacy began to look more and more worn down over the next few days. Dark bags appeared under her chocolatey eyes and though the bruise on her cheek had finally started to fade, Andrew had added more to the collection. The leggy blonde made her way into the arena a few steps behind Andrew, walking carefully as to not bump into anything. She now had dark, painful looking bruises on her upper left thigh and though she couldn't see it on the outside, she figured at least one of her ribs were bruised. Today she was dressed in tight blue jeans and a midriff baring white top. She had made sure that there were no bruises on her stomach or lower back before choosing this shirt.
"Stace? Are you okay?" She heard the concerned voice of Lisa Marie Varon, known in the ring as Victoria, ask her. She shook her head slightly and looked at her. Stacy hadn't even realized that she had walked all the way throughout the arena and into the woman's locker room.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." She said, forcing a smile. "I guess I was just spacing out." Lisa Marie gave her a questioning look, but nodded.
"Alright." She said before walking back over to where her gym bag was. Stacy shook her head once more before walking over to one of the benches and sitting down. She was sitting down for less than a minute when Torrie Wilson came over and sat down next to her, smiling.
"Hey!" She said in her bubbly voice. "Vince told me to tell you that tonight's match has been changed. We're going to have a women's fatal four-way tonight instead. Me, you, Nidia, and Lisa Marie." Stacy cringed, and hoped Torrie didn't notice. It didn't seem as though she did, since she began talking about her outfit for the night. Stacy spaced again though, thinking about how sore she was going to be tonight.
"When is the match?" She interrupted.
"First." Torrie said, checking her watch. "Oh, I better go get ready, we only have half an hour." Torrie said before standing up. With a wave, she was off to gather her costume and fix her makeup. Stacy figured that she might want to get into something more comfortable for the match, so she went to the seamstress. The seamstress was an older woman named Amber. She enjoyed the company of the wrestlers when she was fitting them or altering costumes. Stacy thought she was very kind, and knew she'd have something laying around in her size.
"Amber?" She said, softly rapping on the door. Amber got a small room at every arena to store the costumes and alter them if needed. She heard footsteps behind the door and was soon greeted with Amber's smiling face.
"Why, hello Stacy dear!" Amber said, stepping aside so that Stacy could come in the room.
"Hey Amber." Stacy smiled. "I was wondering if you had any costumes laying around in my size? Just a pair of black pants and a shirt kind of like the ones Trish or Molly wear would be fine."
"Let me check." Amber said before beginning to rummage through boxes. She pulled out a pair of plain black pants and a tight, light pink halter top.
"These should fit." She said, handing Stacy the clothes.
"Thanks hun, I gotta run though. My match is first tonight." Stacy said. She gave Amber a polite wave before walking out of the room. She returned to the woman's locker room and walked into the individual shower stalls that were inside of it. She pulled her jeans off and looked down at the bruise on her hip. It was large and dark purple. Shaking her head, she slid on the black pants and pink halter top before walking back into the main part of the locker room. She touched up her makeup and hair, and before she knew it, a stagehand was telling her it was time for her match. She took a deep breath and walked to the gorilla position, waiting for her music to hit. Finally it did, and she walked to the ring. She was the last Diva to enter the ring. The bell rang, and Nidia and Lisa Marie locked up. Torrie charged at Stacy, but she ducked out of the way, and Torrie hit the turnbuckle. The match went on for a while longer before Lisa Marie hit a Widow's Peak on Nidia. Nidia fell to the mat, not moving. Torrie had been lying on the floor since Nidia had knocked her to the outside with a baseball slide. Stacy and Lisa Marie locked up, and Lisa Marie threw Stacy to the mat. She landed on her hip and curled up, clutching it with her eyes squeezed shut. Lisa Marie climbed a turnbuckle without Stacy noticing, and when she finally stood back up, she was hit with a crossbody. Lisa Marie then covered her for the one-two-three. The fans went wild for her as she walked out of the ring triumphantly. Stacy got up and limped to the back after a few moments.
"Great match, Stace." Lisa Marie said with a smile. Stacy returned the smile halfheartedly and continued to walk back to the woman's locker room.
"Stacy?" She heard a voice behind her. She saw that it was Adam. He was in his wrestling gear.
"Hey Adam." She said softly with a smile.
"I saw that bump you took out there...it looked like it hurt." He said.
"Yeah..." Stacy said, glancing down. She was dreading going back to the hotel tonight...she was dreading being alone with Andrew again.
"Stace..." He said, approaching her. He reached out, gently tilting her head up. He noticed her flinch slightly as he touched her. "Is something going on?" Stacy shook her head nervously.
"No, no, I just took a hard bump." She said. "I gotta go, Andrew wants to see me." She pushed his hand away and walked off. Adam looked after her as the leggy blonde walked off, still limping slightly. He knew that something wasn't right, and he knew that it had to do with Andrew.
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"Hey man." Adam said to one of his best friends, Chris Irvine, as he saw him walking down the hallway.
"Whats up?" Chris said. He must've noticed the concerned look on Adam's face.
"Something's going on with Stacy. She won't tell me what, but she's been acting so skittish lately. I was talking to her just a few minutes ago, and I touched her - you know, just touched her face, a friendly gesture - and she flinched. She's not been herself. After our match a few nights ago - Me, Shane, and Amy against Andrew, Scott, and Stace, I saw this huge bruise on her cheek. He's hitting her, man, I know he is." Chris could tell that Adam was getting angry talking about Andrew and what he was doing to Stacy. His tone was becoming increasingly sharp by the time he was finishing telling Chris his story.
"Well...what can you do?" Chris asked. "I don't really know of anything...I mean, you've already tried to talk to Stace about it, she wouldn't tell you anything. It'll piss Andrew off if you try to talk to him...same with Vince, especially since you don't have any proof."
"But I do have proof!" Adam replied, practically yelling. "Look at Stacy! Look at the bruises! You can see fear in her eyes!"
"Adam, she could just as easily tell Vince or anyone else that it's injuries from the ring." Chris said, being realistic.
Adam sighed and rubbed a hand over his tired face. "I have to help her, Chris. I have to." Adam said desperately.
"I guess your only option is to try to talk to Stacy about it again." Chris said.
"Yeah...I just need to get her alone for a while. Make her see that she can trust me, just like she used to."
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Meanwhile...
"Dammit Stacy, come on!" Andrew said angrily, pounding on the ladies' room door. Stacy stared at the door, silent tears pouring down her cheeks. "You're only making this worse for yourself..." He growled.
"Please, God..." She whispered, bringing her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs, making herself a tiny, shaking ball. "Help me, God. I need you...I need you so much right now...I'm so afraid Andrew is going to kill me." She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she prayed. "Please help me..."
"STACY! Open the damn door now!" Andrew yelled. He pounded on the door harder. Stacy sniffled and wiped the tears on her face away. Nervously, she opened the door, looking up into Andrew's angry face. He reached forward and grabbed her upper arm roughly.
"You're in for it when we get back to the hotel." He growled in her ear. She moved forward, trying to loosen Andrew's grip on her arm.
"Andrew, stop it, let go, you're hurting me!" Stacy cried, jerking her arm towards her. Andrew just tightened his grip more. He dragged her out to the parking lot and located their rental car. He opened the passenger door and roughly shoved her inside of it before slamming her door shut. He then got into the driver's side, started the car, and drove off.
Adam glared off into the night as he watched the car drive away.
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A/N: Hey all! How do you like it so far? This story isn't going to be that long - probably only about ten or fifteen chapters - so all of this is building up quick! Review and tell me what you think of it! -Diva
A/N: Just to clear anything up, Edge, a.k.a. Adam Copeland, was never out with the neck injury in this story, and Jeff Hardy is still with the WWE.
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Chapter Two
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Stacy began to look more and more worn down over the next few days. Dark bags appeared under her chocolatey eyes and though the bruise on her cheek had finally started to fade, Andrew had added more to the collection. The leggy blonde made her way into the arena a few steps behind Andrew, walking carefully as to not bump into anything. She now had dark, painful looking bruises on her upper left thigh and though she couldn't see it on the outside, she figured at least one of her ribs were bruised. Today she was dressed in tight blue jeans and a midriff baring white top. She had made sure that there were no bruises on her stomach or lower back before choosing this shirt.
"Stace? Are you okay?" She heard the concerned voice of Lisa Marie Varon, known in the ring as Victoria, ask her. She shook her head slightly and looked at her. Stacy hadn't even realized that she had walked all the way throughout the arena and into the woman's locker room.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." She said, forcing a smile. "I guess I was just spacing out." Lisa Marie gave her a questioning look, but nodded.
"Alright." She said before walking back over to where her gym bag was. Stacy shook her head once more before walking over to one of the benches and sitting down. She was sitting down for less than a minute when Torrie Wilson came over and sat down next to her, smiling.
"Hey!" She said in her bubbly voice. "Vince told me to tell you that tonight's match has been changed. We're going to have a women's fatal four-way tonight instead. Me, you, Nidia, and Lisa Marie." Stacy cringed, and hoped Torrie didn't notice. It didn't seem as though she did, since she began talking about her outfit for the night. Stacy spaced again though, thinking about how sore she was going to be tonight.
"When is the match?" She interrupted.
"First." Torrie said, checking her watch. "Oh, I better go get ready, we only have half an hour." Torrie said before standing up. With a wave, she was off to gather her costume and fix her makeup. Stacy figured that she might want to get into something more comfortable for the match, so she went to the seamstress. The seamstress was an older woman named Amber. She enjoyed the company of the wrestlers when she was fitting them or altering costumes. Stacy thought she was very kind, and knew she'd have something laying around in her size.
"Amber?" She said, softly rapping on the door. Amber got a small room at every arena to store the costumes and alter them if needed. She heard footsteps behind the door and was soon greeted with Amber's smiling face.
"Why, hello Stacy dear!" Amber said, stepping aside so that Stacy could come in the room.
"Hey Amber." Stacy smiled. "I was wondering if you had any costumes laying around in my size? Just a pair of black pants and a shirt kind of like the ones Trish or Molly wear would be fine."
"Let me check." Amber said before beginning to rummage through boxes. She pulled out a pair of plain black pants and a tight, light pink halter top.
"These should fit." She said, handing Stacy the clothes.
"Thanks hun, I gotta run though. My match is first tonight." Stacy said. She gave Amber a polite wave before walking out of the room. She returned to the woman's locker room and walked into the individual shower stalls that were inside of it. She pulled her jeans off and looked down at the bruise on her hip. It was large and dark purple. Shaking her head, she slid on the black pants and pink halter top before walking back into the main part of the locker room. She touched up her makeup and hair, and before she knew it, a stagehand was telling her it was time for her match. She took a deep breath and walked to the gorilla position, waiting for her music to hit. Finally it did, and she walked to the ring. She was the last Diva to enter the ring. The bell rang, and Nidia and Lisa Marie locked up. Torrie charged at Stacy, but she ducked out of the way, and Torrie hit the turnbuckle. The match went on for a while longer before Lisa Marie hit a Widow's Peak on Nidia. Nidia fell to the mat, not moving. Torrie had been lying on the floor since Nidia had knocked her to the outside with a baseball slide. Stacy and Lisa Marie locked up, and Lisa Marie threw Stacy to the mat. She landed on her hip and curled up, clutching it with her eyes squeezed shut. Lisa Marie climbed a turnbuckle without Stacy noticing, and when she finally stood back up, she was hit with a crossbody. Lisa Marie then covered her for the one-two-three. The fans went wild for her as she walked out of the ring triumphantly. Stacy got up and limped to the back after a few moments.
"Great match, Stace." Lisa Marie said with a smile. Stacy returned the smile halfheartedly and continued to walk back to the woman's locker room.
"Stacy?" She heard a voice behind her. She saw that it was Adam. He was in his wrestling gear.
"Hey Adam." She said softly with a smile.
"I saw that bump you took out there...it looked like it hurt." He said.
"Yeah..." Stacy said, glancing down. She was dreading going back to the hotel tonight...she was dreading being alone with Andrew again.
"Stace..." He said, approaching her. He reached out, gently tilting her head up. He noticed her flinch slightly as he touched her. "Is something going on?" Stacy shook her head nervously.
"No, no, I just took a hard bump." She said. "I gotta go, Andrew wants to see me." She pushed his hand away and walked off. Adam looked after her as the leggy blonde walked off, still limping slightly. He knew that something wasn't right, and he knew that it had to do with Andrew.
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"Hey man." Adam said to one of his best friends, Chris Irvine, as he saw him walking down the hallway.
"Whats up?" Chris said. He must've noticed the concerned look on Adam's face.
"Something's going on with Stacy. She won't tell me what, but she's been acting so skittish lately. I was talking to her just a few minutes ago, and I touched her - you know, just touched her face, a friendly gesture - and she flinched. She's not been herself. After our match a few nights ago - Me, Shane, and Amy against Andrew, Scott, and Stace, I saw this huge bruise on her cheek. He's hitting her, man, I know he is." Chris could tell that Adam was getting angry talking about Andrew and what he was doing to Stacy. His tone was becoming increasingly sharp by the time he was finishing telling Chris his story.
"Well...what can you do?" Chris asked. "I don't really know of anything...I mean, you've already tried to talk to Stace about it, she wouldn't tell you anything. It'll piss Andrew off if you try to talk to him...same with Vince, especially since you don't have any proof."
"But I do have proof!" Adam replied, practically yelling. "Look at Stacy! Look at the bruises! You can see fear in her eyes!"
"Adam, she could just as easily tell Vince or anyone else that it's injuries from the ring." Chris said, being realistic.
Adam sighed and rubbed a hand over his tired face. "I have to help her, Chris. I have to." Adam said desperately.
"I guess your only option is to try to talk to Stacy about it again." Chris said.
"Yeah...I just need to get her alone for a while. Make her see that she can trust me, just like she used to."
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Meanwhile...
"Dammit Stacy, come on!" Andrew said angrily, pounding on the ladies' room door. Stacy stared at the door, silent tears pouring down her cheeks. "You're only making this worse for yourself..." He growled.
"Please, God..." She whispered, bringing her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs, making herself a tiny, shaking ball. "Help me, God. I need you...I need you so much right now...I'm so afraid Andrew is going to kill me." She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she prayed. "Please help me..."
"STACY! Open the damn door now!" Andrew yelled. He pounded on the door harder. Stacy sniffled and wiped the tears on her face away. Nervously, she opened the door, looking up into Andrew's angry face. He reached forward and grabbed her upper arm roughly.
"You're in for it when we get back to the hotel." He growled in her ear. She moved forward, trying to loosen Andrew's grip on her arm.
"Andrew, stop it, let go, you're hurting me!" Stacy cried, jerking her arm towards her. Andrew just tightened his grip more. He dragged her out to the parking lot and located their rental car. He opened the passenger door and roughly shoved her inside of it before slamming her door shut. He then got into the driver's side, started the car, and drove off.
Adam glared off into the night as he watched the car drive away.
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A/N: Hey all! How do you like it so far? This story isn't going to be that long - probably only about ten or fifteen chapters - so all of this is building up quick! Review and tell me what you think of it! -Diva