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Chapter 3

"Finally you made it here!" Billy snapped eating his dinner on the bed of their hotel room. "Well I had to look everywhere in the arena for someone to see if I could get a lift." Torrie replied placing her bags on the ground. "Where's my dinner?" She asked looking at Billy. "Right here, it was getting a bit cold and I didn't want to waste my money." He said taking a bite of the food. "Whatever I'm having a shower." She said and went to walk into the shower. "Whoa wait, who did ya get a lift from?" He asked. "Mark." She replied. "What Mark Callaway?" He said. "Yes." She replied. Billy started laughing. "What Billy? He's very nice, unlike what you think of him." Torrie said. "Torrie, that guy is sour as a lemon." Billy laughed. "Whatever, you wouldn't say it to he's face anyway!" She said. "What did you just say?" Billy said. Torrie gulped and ran into the bathroom and locked the door, before he got hold of her.

The following Tuesday Torrie was walking through the arena when she saw Mark sitting near the entrance in his wrestling gear talking to one of the crew men. She wanted to go over and say hello but thought he might think of her as a nuisance. Mark turned around and saw Torrie standing there. "Hey Torrie!" He called out. Torrie smiled and walked over to him. "Hey." She smiled. "What you been up to?" He asked as the crew man left. "I had a backstage segment with Jackie, but that's about all, what about you?" She asked. "Oh well I'm waiting for my match against John Layfield." He said pointing to the monitor. She looked and saw John in the ring saying that he isn't scared of the Undertaker. "Oh big scary guy huh?" She giggled. "Well I ain't exactly the pretty boy like Orton." He chuckled. Torrie giggled. "What have you got in your hand?" She asked looking down. "Oh my eyeliner, I can't really put it on that good." He chuckled. "Oh really, want me to put it on for you?" She offered. "Oh yeah if ya don't mind, thanks." He said handing her his eyeliner. She bent down and applied it gently over his eyelids, being careful not to poke him in the eye. She noticed how nice his green eyes were; Billy had green eyes but they were dull. Not beautiful and intense like Mark's were. "There you go." She smiled putting the lid on and handing it back to him. "Thanks Torrie." He said and heard a bell echoing from the arena. "Well I think that's my cue." He said getting up. "Ok well good luck in your match." She smiled. "Yeah thanks, hey maybe we could catch up with a drink after the show." He said. "Yeah ok, and Sara too." She said, even though she didn't really want her around after that little confrontation they had the other day. "Oh Sara ain't here she's at home, she said she has things to do." He explained. "Oh ok, well see you later." She smiled. "See ya sweetheart." He said and walked behind the curtain. Torrie turned around and headed back down the corridor.

"What is your problem?" She heard Billy say to her from behind. "Huh?" She asked confused. "You running around and flirting with Mark." He said crossing his arms. "What? Running around? Flirting? You're paranoid!" She said. "Shut up Torrie!" He snapped. "Billy! Don't tell me to shut up!" She snapped back. "Don't you answer back to me!" He yelled. "I'm not!" She replied. "Yes you are you bitch!" And slapped her across the face. Torrie gasped and grabbed her cheek. "He ain't gonna want to flirt with ya now, cause that is gonna leave a bruise." He smirked and walked off. Torrie gasped, tears forming in her eyes. She ran off to the women's locker room.

She looked around to see if anybody was in here but it looked empty. She walked up and looked in the mirror. She bit her lip at the site of her cheek. It was red and swollen; she could see a bruise had started to form. She walked over and sat on the bench in the change room. She thought whether or not she should go out with Mark after what Billy did to her. Well to hell with him, I'm going to go out and have a good time. She thought and went to get ready.