A/N: Just to let you guys know, in this story the roster isn't split. And as a treat! Hee heee, Christmas present maybe? Today there are going to be two chapters posted! Eight and nine! Yay!


Chapter Eight


"Whaaaat? What do you mean they're splitting us up? They can't do that!" Caitey whined into her cell phone. Mahina had called her midway through the day to tell her the news.

"Well, it seems as if they are and we can't do a damned thing about it." Mahina replied.

"But we didn't want to! Well...at least I didn't want to! Did you?"

"No, dummy, of course not. But what's done is done."

"Uhhh! That's no fair!" Caitey huffed after hanging up with Mahina. Renn just looked at her.

"They're splitting you two up, I presume?" He questioned. She glared and nodded.

"Yeah, you heard me talking to her. You were right there. Jeez! I know you heard me!" She poked her tongue out at him. He grinned.

"Don't make me do something with that tongue you might not appreciate later."

"Huh?" She tilted her head. He gave her a minute to let it sink in. "Oh! Hee heee. I got it!"


"I don't know why the fuck you're doing this." Mahina said, glaring at Vince.

"Mahina, you should be happy." The older man said sternly. "This way, you will be pushed towards the Intercontinental Title, and Caitey will be pushed for the Cruiserweight or the Women's Title."

"You better push her for the damn Cruiserweight, she deserves more than the piece of shit Women's Title. You know that she can wrestle as well as I can." Mahina said before standing up and storming out of the office.


'This can't be happening. Stacy? Stacy works for the WWE. Show's how much attention I've paid lately. Oh, fuck. Stacy works with my girlfriend. Does she know, already?' Elijah thought to himself as he watched the leggy blonde diva come out. She was talking to the crowd, then a crewmember handed her a shirt launcher and she began shooting shirts to the rabid fans. 'Who the hell is that?' He had no more time to think as more music blasted over the PA.

Stacy watched as Gene Snitsky walked down the ramp, that normal, ugly expression on his face. He climbed into the ring, smirking slightly. Stacy stared at him, and he glared down at her. Slowly, he began backing her up into one of the turnbuckles. She held her hands up, mouthing 'no, no' as he grinned maliciously.

Once more music blasted in the arena. Kachina Epsilon, ever a crowd favorite, ran down the ramp to save Stacy. She slid into the ring with ease, and promptly kicked Snitsky in the back of the knee. His face contorted to anger and he slowly turned around, glaring at the girl who was considerably shorter than he was. She quickly motioned for Stacy to run, and she did just that, hauling her skinny butt outta there. While the stunned Snitsky was trying to regain his composure, Kachina had run to the turnbuckle in attempts to do a moonsault into a crossbody. She launched herself, twisting her body...but unfortunately for her, Snitsky was ready and waiting. He caught her flying body and dropped her legs, holding her by just her neck as if ready to chokeslam her.

Before he had the chance to slam her, Batista came running down the ramp. Triple H and Ric Flair followed behind him at a slower pace.

"Hey buddy," Triple H said into the mic clutched into one of his hands. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Snitsky dropped the struggling Kachina and charged at Batista. Batista caught him and powerbombed him. By this time Triple H and Ric had gotten into the ring. Batista and Ric helped Kachina up, and Triple H leaned over the near unconcious Snitsky.

"Let this be a lesson," Triple H growled. "Never mess with a member of Evolution." After that, Evolution's music hit. Kachina raised an eyebrow at Triple H, who just nodded. Batista and Ric helped her out of the ring, and once outside of it, Batista scooped her up into his arms, carrying her man-carrying-wife style to the back.

Elijah was waiting for them in Evolution's locker room when they came in.

"Mahina," He said, waving her over. She walked over to him.

"Mmhmm?"

"Mom called. I have to get home. I'm really sorry, but it's a family emergency."

"What is it? Chastity find out she liked guys?" Mahina smirked.

"Not quite yet. But it does relate to Chastity. I really gotta go. I'm sorry. I love you." He said before leaning in and kissing her. At that exact moment, Stacy Keibler walked by and saw the two through the open door. Her hazel eyes opened widely, and she walked quickly away, not wanting him to see her. After breaking their kiss, Elijah rushed off to the cab that was waiting in the arena parking lot.


Stacy stared blankly ahead as John Cena, her traveling partner, drove. She didn't even realize it when they pulled into the hotel parking lot.

"Stacy," He said, tapping her shoulder. "Hey, Stace, we're at the hotel. C'mon, lets head in." He said. She nodded and got out of the car. Fifteen minutes later, she was secure and alone in her hotel room.

'He's dating Mahina...he'll be around more often now...oh man...what if John finds out?' Stacy thought to herself. 'And what if he hasn't told Mahina? This could ruin the two of them...Oh no...'

"I'm fucked." She said out loud.