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Chapter 07:

Regan's POV

It had been a three days since my fight with Trish. I had left numerous messages on her machine and she hadn't returned a single one. She really was furious with me and I couldn't blame her one bit. If the roles had been reversed I would have wanted her to tell me. Nevertheless, as mad as I was at myself, I was twice as mad at Shane. I couldn't believe he would not tell Trish something this important. That's why I had to confront him myself and see if I could get some answers. Maybe then Trish would forgive me.

It had been a quiet past few days. Jay had taken Shana for the weekend and I would take her on the road with me the next few days before returning home to Memphis. I had never really understood how hard being a mother on the road would be. At almost three months Shana had enough frequent flyer miles to fly from Memphis to LA.

Our show wasn't set to begin for few more hours. I had plenty of time to talk to Shane and spend some quality time with the new 'divas'. Vince had enlisted to help of myself, Amy, Gail, Trish, Torrie, and Stacy to meet with the girls and show them the different aspects of being a diva. Oh, what fun. Honestly I didn't understand why the company felt we needed five new faces but hey, I didn't make the decisions around here.

I found the room Shane was using as his office for the night and knocked. No answer. I poked my head in and Shane was seated at his desk staring intently at a piece of paper. "Knock, knock."

Shane almost jumped out of his chair. "Regan! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you."

"Yeah, I know we haven't talked for awhile. I've been preoccupied."

I shut the door behind me. "I know. You've been too preoccupied to tell Trish about Marissa."

Shane's eyes got large. "How did you find out?"

"Find out about what? I am talking about the fact that you didn't tell Trish about the letter Marissa gave you. What are you talking about?"

"The same thing. The whole letter situation."

I raised my eyebrow. "Why is it I don't believe you? Shane, we are best friends. Why are you hiding things from me?"

"Because you wouldn't understand."

"I wouldn't understand. Why don't you try me?"

"Okay. I read the letter Marissa gave you to give me. And it really got to me. I know you don't care much for Marissa, but the letter moved me. I think she is genuinely sorry for everything she's done to me in the past."

"Shane…"

"Let me finish," he said. "I've been talking to Marissa. Over the phone and once in person. And well, I forgave her."

"What about Trish?" I asked, my blood beginning to boil.

"I love Trish more than anything. That's why I had to forgive Marissa."

"Shane, I'm sorry I'm not following."

"I had to forgive Marissa, so I could give Trish this. I needed to be able to put the past behind me." He reached inside his desk drawer and pulled out a blue velvet box and lifted the lid.

I gasped. Inside was a large platinum diamond engagement ring. "When?"

"Tonight after the cameras shut off after RAW. Do you think she'll say yes?"

I gave Shane a huge hug. "I know she will."

"You got time to grab a cup of coffee?"

I looked at the clock on the wall. "Sorry, no. I have some Divas to train."

Stephanie's POV

"The dresses have to be ready by next Thursday. I'm flying out to Hawaii then. I understand that it is short notice… Just have them ready by then." I hung up the phone angrily. Why did they have to make my life so damn difficult? I had ordered these dresses almost three months ago and they had finally arrived. I couldn't believe it, I Stephanie McMahon was getting married to Paul Leveque. It was very exciting. Marissa was my maid of honor. Mom thought I was crazy for still talking with Marissa after all she'd put Shane though, but I had known her since middle school. She knew what she had done was wrong. In fact Shane had forgiven her and if Shane could forgive her certainly Mom could as well.

This wedding was going to be wonderful. Everyone from the company was going to be there. Including him.

I laughed to myself. I was in love with and preparing to marry Paul. I loved Paul.

This wedding was going to be wonderful.

We had everything, the ceremony site, reception site, flowers, the food, the cake, the dresses (well almost),the rings. The groom.

I sat down in the overstuffed chair in the corner of my office. I sighed and my mind began to wonder. I remembered the first day I had met him. He had such and warm smile and eyes that could melt your heart. He had a great sense of humor and I really admired his zest for life. Needless to say I had developed a bit of a crush on him and over the past few years it had grown. I wouldn't hesitate to say I loved him.

This wedding was going to be wonderful I told myself again. And it would be, despite the fact that the man I loved wasn't the man I was going to marry.

Trish's POV

I throw Regan across the ring where she laid in a heap. She tried to push herself off the ground, but somehow couldn't manage. Before I knew it Amy had leapt off the rope behind me and gave me her signature move the Litacanrana. She covered me as Gail playing the part of the referee counted one, two, three. As I picked myself off the ground I looked at the divas around me. They all looked absolutely bored stiff. I tried to throw them a little smile but no one returned it. "And that is the wrestling aspect of being a diva. We are all called upon at one point or another to pull our weight in the ring. I for one began my career doing bra and panty matches and have since honed my skills and am a former women's champion."

"But aren't the matches predetermined?" the diva known as Amy asked.

"Well, yes but…"

"Then why should we bother learning any of that hard stuff? If the writers wanted to give us a title, they could just give it to us, right?" Joy piped up.

"When the writes decide to give you a title that means they think you are worthy of having it. That you've proven yourself."

"And you don't think we can prove ourselves?" Amy asked.

"Why don't we let Stacy and Torrie show you guys the aspects of a lingerie match?" Regan said saving my behind. I gave her a grateful smile, even though I was still mad at her.

Torrie and Stacy climbed in the ring clad in their lingerie and robes. "Now before a lingerie match begins you will each have a few seconds to peel your robes off and show off your sexy lingerie. Watch me." Torrie proceeded to prance around the ring and strip off her robe. I saw Maria jotting down notes in a little green notepad.

"Hello ladies." I turned to see Alexandra walking our way. "I just came from the creative team meeting and I have your finalized assignments for tonight." Amy, you are set tonight for a tag team match with Stacy against Molly and Victoria. Trish congratulations, tonight you are facing Gail for the women's title and due to interference by Regan you will be the new champion."

I looked over to Gail. She looked a little disappointed. "What about Gail and Regan's new angle? Any news of that?"

"Regan and Gail, at the next PPV, No Mercy, you will face each other for the right to stay in Evolution. That's all I can reveal at this time." She looked at her watch. "I must go. I have a meeting with Mr. John Cena in twenty minutes." I saw Regan's eyes light up at the mention of John's name. Her face then took on a look of sadness. I knew the last few months had been rough on her. She really did care about John a lot, but her love for Jay was stronger. I also knew she never meant to hurt John.

"Maybe we could all get together for breakfast tomorrow morning?" Amy said cheerfully.

"I would like that. I'll see you ladies then." Alexandra walked away.

Regan started to walk towards me as Torrie got the pinfall on Stacy. "Stacy!" I shouted. "Sorry ladies, but Stacy and I really must be going." I grabbed Stacy's hand and drug her to the back. I wasn't ready to talk to Regan, at least not yet.

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