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Chapter Three: False Communication
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She smiled as she walked past them, pretending that she didn't have the intelligence to notice that they were sneering at her. They were, no doubt, off to wipe Stone Cold's butt, or something equally degrading. Of course, she was just the silly little Barbie who liked the sound of a foreign accent and didn't know that she shouldn't be mixing with the WWF.
Torrie rounded the corner, grinning like a fool at Shane McMahon and Booker T. They looked at her and she continued walking, hoping that they'd let her be. But no, life wasn't that kind. So, she stood and smiled, nodding her head blankly as they told her to remember she was a part of the Alliance, that they were hoping to find out what her 'plan for Tajiri' was, and soon.
Plan, oh yeah, there was a plan, and when it unravelled the Alliance wouldn't know what had hit them. Not only that, but it was going to give Torrie her freedom.
Smiling again and waving goodbye, she pretended not to notice them shaking their heads. The unspoken words being something along the lines of, "Stupid bimbo, probably doesn't even understand what we're saying half the time."
Wouldn't they like to know?
She smiled, only this time, it was genuine. She was entering the WWF's side of the trenches. Of course, she knew that most of the WWF thought the same of her as the Alliance did, but that was the idea.
As she entered the room, she smiled at Tajiri and gave him a hug, answering his urgent question that she hadn't run into any trouble. She laughed and congratulated him on his match. Now, this would shock most people. Yes, she was having a conversation with Tajiri; a real conversation, with words that both parties understood.
She knew that if most people found this out, they'd instantly conclude that Tajiri had been fooling them all. That he could speak English and just hadn't told anyone. No, it wouldn't even cross their minds that stupid little Barbie doll, Torrie, spoke fluent Japanese...and Spanish, French, Italian, and German. No, that wouldn't even bear thinking about.
She sighed as she sat down, telling Tajiri she'd be fine while he went to change. She curled her knees up to her chin, a sad expression on her face. She hated pretending. She hated having to act as if she couldn't think for herself, having to pretend as if she had the intelligence of a peanut, or, well, Stacy, not that there was really much of a difference between the two. There were only two things that got her through each day: her friends and her hope, her hope that the plan would work. She hated having to go through with it, knowing the humiliation and the beatings that seemed to go hand in hand with it, but that was the only thing she could think of to get the Alliance to fire her.
Damn contract. She was sure that they had added that clause in afterwards. In fact, she damn well knew it, the only problem was that her copy of the original had mysteriously disappeared. And now she was stuck with a legally binding contract that said she couldn't leave the Alliance without ending up so poor she'd have nothing to wear. Not to mention that Shane would make sure that no one would ever hire her again. It didn't matter how many times her lawyer went through it, she couldn't leave, well, not unless they fired her. That was where her plan came in. She was going to get fired, and she was going to make sure that when she did, she'd have enough information to pull the WCW/ECW coalition down. She was going to rip it apart at the seams.
She was lucky she'd never trusted Commissioner Regal, that she'd been able to talk Tajiri out of letting him in on their plan. She supposed it was just another perk of being able to communicate with him.
She jumped as a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her. Turning to look into his eyes, she smiled and leaned in for a deep kiss. Oh, yeah, this was definitely another reason she had to leave the Alliance. So that she could do this whenever she wanted, without having to worry that he'd get beaten up. And she knew he would. That was the only reason she was with Tajiri on screen instead of him. Tajiri wasn't so much of a threat - and by threat, she meant to himself.
She knew he would do something stupid if he tried to protect her. He was always risking himself. But she wouldn't let him do it for her. No, there was no way that she was letting Jeff get involved. No matter how much he insisted that he should, she'd made him promise and, unlike most men that she'd ever met, he was a man of his word. Right now, she could be content with hiding her relationship. She had to protect him, from the Alliance and from himself.
Soon, the Alliance would be no more and she'd be free to do what she wanted. She had them turning on each other already. Vince had been sceptical about talking to RVD, but she'd known. She knew what a nice guy Rob was, she also knew he was out for number one, and he was too damn polite to refuse talking to Vince. It was just another way to get at them. Oh, no, the false communication wasn't between her and Tajiri, it was between the members of the Alliance. And she'd make them sorry for the day they ever pulled a stunt like that on Torrie Wilson.
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