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"We can't do it here!"

John Cena rolled his eyes as he unwillingly lifted his hands off his girlfriend's waist and tried to ignore the growing bulge in his pants.

Torrie Wilson crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the elevator wall. She frowned as she caught the disappointed look John was sending her.

"Don't look at me like that John. Just because I don't wanna get busy on an elevator doesn't mean we won't do it later. If you're nice then we can do whatever you want, but only in the room and nowhere else. Someone might catch us!" she exclaimed. She had explained this to him many times before. The blond diva didn't understand why her boyfriend didn't get it. She knew he had an almost unquenchable thirst for sex, but she had never been much for doing it anywhere else but in the safety of their bedroom. If he didn't understand, then she could just refuse to do anything with him. Something she had done on occasion, just to make him understand.

"Ya know sometimes you gotta think outside the box baby girl." John thought about his upcoming match with Booker T. Anything to get his mind off what could have happened if Torrie wasn't so prissy. John sighed. He and Torrie had been going together for almost 3 months and as much as it pained him to admit it, she wasn't as much fun as he had first thought she was. Before they went out, she would ooze sex from every pore in her body. She would tease him with come-ons and explicit references. The young superstar thought that maybe if they were going out she would give it up. Not so. Torrie wouldn't do anything in front of anyone else. She flinched anytime he even laid a hand on her when anyone else was watching and she had become a nuisance as of lately. He suspected it was because they weren't giving her the airtime she thought she deserved, but he didn't understand why she was taking out her frustrations on him.

"I don't like to think outside the box. And besides, you know I hate public displays of affections." Torrie flipped her hair as she walked through the opening doors of the elevator. John shrugged and followed her, adjusting his hat. Maybe he would get lucky later?

"Hey guys!"

An energetic Dawn Marie at the end of the hallway greeted them.

"Hey girl!" replied Torrie happily. John shook his head and waved a hello to the smiling brunette. Deep down, he felt sorry for her. She played the biggest bitch on screen but backstage she was one of the sweetest girls he had ever met. It pained him to think of how many times Torrie had made fun of her behind her back. Sometimes it surprised him how fake Torrie could be. As soon as Dawn Marie turned her back, she was overflowing with insults for the "desperate, fat, slut" as Torrie had often said. John didn't necessarily agree with her but he supposed that what Dawn didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"So did you guys hear?" asked Dawn excitedly.

"Whassup?" asked John, feigning interest. Truthfully he didn't care, but he felt he at least owed Dawn her moment in the spotlight for all the shit his girlfriend talked on her.

"Well, supposedly we're getting someone from Raw. I don't know who but I heard it was a diva. Oh, I hope its Stacy! I miss her so much," she said.

"Stacy needs to stay on Raw with those super hero freaks. How pathetic is that gimmick? Super Stacy? C'mon, we're not in grade school anymore," said Torrie her voice dripping with disdain. John knew the real reason she didn't like Stacy was because of all the attention she was getting, even if it was on a different show.

"Oh don't be mean Torrie! I think their gimmick is cute. And besides I talked to her and she says she's really having fun working with them," protested Dawn. "Anyways, I have to go get ready, see you two later." She gave them a grin and walked through the doors of the women's locker room.

"Does she ever shut up?" muttered Torrie as soon as the door closed.

"Babe she just wants to talk," said John, taking Torrie's hand in his own.

Torrie shook his hand off and crossed her arms across her chest once again. A gesture John had soon learned to interpret as her being annoyed.

"Well I really hope it's not Stacy coming to RAW. I hope it's not a diva at all. I mean, we really don't need any more bimbos like Dawn running around. Did you see that shirt she had on?"

John fought back a groan as he heard Torrie continue to whine. Here they went again.

(X X X)

"Are you excited sweetheart?"

Christy Hemme smiled at Teddy Long. He really was a sweet man. In the few minutes she had been in his office, she felt more at ease then she had ever been with Eric Bischoff.

"I'm ready. The only thing I've ever known is Raw and I'm excited to be here on Smackdown," replied Christy smiling. If everyone were as welcoming as he was, she would have no problem adjusting.

"Well that's good to hear. As soon as the show starts, I'll be introducing you. Now, I know you may be nervous seeing as how your still new at this, but don't worry. We have a lot planned for you. At some point you'll be involved in some mixed tag team matches and some matches of your own fo' sho'," continued the general manager. He shot her a reassuring smile as Christy tapped her fingers along his desk nervously.

"That's good to hear Mr. Long. On Raw the only thing I was used for was T&A and I would really like to make a name for myself here for my wrestling," explained Christy. They had told her that she was going to be used more in ring to boost the women's division. She didn't understand why they had chosen her and not someone more experienced like Trish Stratus, but she was in no position to argue.

"Don't worry about that now," Teddy assured. "As long as you keep training and looking like your pretty self everything will be aight. Now I have to let you go because I have a meeting with another one of your fellow divas. Torrie Wilson, have you heard about her doll?"

Christy tried to hide a smile. Sure, she had heard about Torrie Wilson. She had heard about how difficult she was being and how hard she was to work with because of how much she thought she deserved to be in the spotlight. She hoped she wouldn't have to meet her anytime soon because she didn't want to start off on the wrong foot in a new company, but she supposed she would have to see her eventually.

"I've heard a little about her," she admitted.

Teddy Long noticed her smile and let out a laugh. "From your expression I can tell it hasn't been too good. And let me tell you all those rumors about her being a bitch are quickly becoming true."

Christy stood up, chuckling at how frank Teddy was. At that moment, there was a knock at the door and before Teddy had a chance to say anything, the door was swung open and a scantily clad blond woman barged in, followed by a very bored looking man.

"What up playa?" asked Teddy completely ignoring who Christy figured must be Torrie.

"What up T-Lo?" The men shook hands and Christy noticed him look over Teddy's shoulder at her. Well, mostly as her ass, which was covered by tight jeans.

Apparently, Torrie noticed too. "John why don't you go and get ready for your match? I have to talk to Teddy," she said tightly.

"Alright babe, just don't bitch at him the way you bitch at me," said John.

Christy giggled as Torrie wheeled around to face her.

"What are you laughing at?" she snapped angrily.

Christy ignored her and reached to give Teddy a big hug. "Thank you so much Mr. Long. I'm sure I'll like most of the people here," she said looking at Torrie pointedly when she said 'most'. She smiled as she stepped through the door John was holding open for her.

"Damn girl, now she's not gonna leave you alone," he said leaning against the wall.

Christy turned around to look at him. "I'm sorry, who are you again?" she asked sweetly.

"How the hell don't you know who I am baby? I'm only the biggest superstar in the WWE today, the doctor of thuganomics," he boasted, drawing himself to his full height and looking down at her as if to intimidate her. Christy looked him squarely in the eye.

"I think your ego may be bigger then you really are," she said shaking her head.
She had thought that maybe the Smackdown superstars would be less into themselves, but apparently, she was wrong.

"Ya know, you aint really making a good impression," John told her, with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll make a good impression on the people I actually care about," retorted Christy, turning on her heel to try to find the women's locker. She rolled her eyes at his next comment.

"Nice ass!"

(X X X)

"There you are Super Stacy. Are you ready to face our formidable foe?"

Stacy looked up as she finished lacing up her boot and her face broke into a smile when she realized who was addressing her.

"Of course I am Hurricane! A superhero is ready at all times of the day," she returned playfully. She laughed as Hurricane started to pose for her.

"Always good to hear Super Stacy. I'll see you soon so we can go out there defeat the villainous Randy Orton in our handicap match." The costumed young man made as if he were flying out the door and went to get his tag team partner.

Stacy turned to lace her other boot with a new sense of happiness. Truth be told, she had been skeptical when they had approached her with the idea to team up with the duo. However, after just a few weeks, she had to admit they were her favorite by far. They treated her like she was really part of the team and she never felt like she was being ogled, as she often did whenever she had worked with anybody else. She loved Hurricane's eccentricity and Rosey's contrasting somberness. They could always lift her out of any foul mood she was in with their carefree attitudes and she admired how positive they were even though they were sorely underused on Raw.

Stacy looked at the mirror that was propped up against the wall and gave a curt nod of approval. She walked out the door to meet up with Hurricane and Rosey as they were up in a couple of minutes. She looked up at the clock and decided she had enough time to get something to drink out of the many vending machines along the walls. Stopping at one of them, she fed the machine a dollar and pressed for a bottle of water. She waited and pressed again when nothing came out.

"C'mon," she muttered impatiently. She hit the side of the machine, hoping to get some kink out but the machine offered no sign of giving her what she wanted.

"Stupid piece of shit," Stacy grumbled kicking the machine as hard as she could. She practically punched the button once more, but nothing happened.

"You know abusing a machine is gonna get you nowhere," she heard a voice behind her say.

Turning around, she saw Randy Orton with a cocky smile in his wrestling gear. He swept his eyes over her long legs and Stacy couldn't help but feel a blush creep onto her cheeks.

"You know standing there watching someone is gonna get you labeled a pervert," she shot back. She refused to be made to feel like she was under inspection. Lord knew he had the biggest ego backstage and if he for one second thought she was nervous because of him, his head would only get bigger.

She moved to walk past him but he caught her arm and started to drag her somewhere.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, struggling to break free. She knew that he had zero respect for women and she didn't want to think about what he might have in mind. However, he stopped in front of the machine and gave it a swift kick. Immediately, a bottle of water was deposited below and he grabbed it, handing it to her.

"Don't worry sweetie, I have a match with those super freaks you hang out with and you're really not important enough for me to miss it," he whispered in her ear as he walked past her. "You can thank me later," he said over his shoulder, winking at her.

His sexual meaning was not lost on Stacy and she gripped the water bottle tightly, debating on whether or not to hurl it at the back of his head. She let her arm drop to her side as she settled for glaring at his receding back. She really didn't like him. He had just about fucked every woman in the locker room, and she had been the one who had been there comforting them. For some reason, all the girls went to her with their problems and she felt too bad to ignore them. She had seen what he did to the vivacious Trish and she was astounded that the tough Canadian would ever let anyone do what he had done. She had firmly believed that Trish was completely in control of herself. Stacy had been surprised when one day the buxom blond came to her and shared the news that she was developing a crush on Randy. Stacy had warned her about him but she hadn't listened, and she would have lost her friendship if Trish hadn't decided to play hard to get. He had slept with her after weeks of sweet-talking and after he had gotten what he wanted, he had kicked her out of his hotel room. Stacy had been woken up by the pounding on her door and had found a livid Trish cursing about him. She had soon broken down to tears and Stacy was the one who had to hear about how well Randy had played her.

Glancing up at the clock, she tossed the un-opened bottle in the garbage. She could get her own water later. Right now, she had to go and cheer for her teammates to beat the living hell out of the self-proclaimed Legend Killer.

(x x x)

Stacy flinched as she watched Hurricane go through yet another series of punches. The beginning of the match had gone in their favor, with Hurricane and Rosey taking advantage of the fact that there were two of them and only one of him. Then Randy had suddenly turned the tide and gotten an upper hand. He had hit a hard clothesline and Stacy had seen Hurricane's head snap with the impact. She didn't even want to imagine the kind of pain he was going through as she watched Randy give him a hard kick to the stomach.

Stacy stared at Randy, hate shining in her eyes. She knew that he was doing the smart thing by keeping Hurricane out of Rosey's corner, but that didn't mean she had to agree with it. He could have pinned Hurricane long ago and won the match, but he continued to pummel him. She pounded her hands on the apron and called a few words of encouragement to Hurricane, who seemed beat.

"Let's go Hurricane! You can do it!" she yelled. She could practically feel Rosey's impatience as he reached over the top rope to try to tell Hurricane to hurry up and tag him in. Hurricane seemed to sense the urgency both his partners were sending him because he managed to get up to his feet and snapped his elbow hard into Randy's stomach. As Randy doubled over to try to catch his breath, Hurricane struggled to crawl over to tag Rosey's outstretched hand. Stacy started chanting Hurricane's name and soon the crowd caught on, taking up the chant. Stacy clapped her hands in delight as he finally managed to tap Rosey's hand. The ref made the tag official and Rosey eagerly climbed under the ropes to administer his own clothesline.

"Hurricane are you okay?" asked Stacy, her eyes filling with worry at Hurricane who was laying on the edge of the apron, clutching his stomach in pain. Despite the grimace on his face, he managed to send Stacy a weak smile.

"I'll get better soon," he assured her. He knew that Stacy often worried about him and Rosey almost as if it was her in the ring. Stacy gave him one of her own smiles and she took his hand in her own, clutching it tightly. What she didn't see was the cold blue eyes of a certain young man looking her way. Before she knew what was happening, Rosey was pushed hard into Hurricane and fell onto the floor at Stacy's feet. The ref made the sign that a tag was made and Hurricane was dragged back into the ring at the hands of a ferocious Randy Orton.

"What are you doing?" Stacy screamed at the ref, climbing onto the apron. "He did that on purpose! He's not ready to go in yet! That tag wasn't official!" She tore her angry gaze from the ref as the crowd got louder and watched in horror as Hurricane was hit with a nasty RKO. She watched as the 1-2-3 count was made and Randy's hand was raised in victory. Ignoring her common sense, Stacy climbed into the ring and kneeled by Hurricane, taking his head gently onto her lap.

"Hurricane, can you hear me?" she asked, slapping his face lightly to try to get him to open his eyes. His eyes fluttered open and as he attempted to give her one of his shining smiles again. Suddenly she saw his eyes widen in horror. Before Stacy had a chance to react, she felt her hair being pulled, forcing her to her feet. She grabbed at the hands and turned around furiously. Her expression twisted into anger as blue eyes stared back at her.

Randy had a sick smile on his face as he roughly pushed her to the side, causing her to stumble and fall against the ropes. As she looked on helplessly, Randy stepped over to Hurricane and proceeded to kick him. Hurricane's futile attempts to try to protect himself were easily ignored as he continued to hurt him.

Stacy watched in shock at what was going on. Why did Randy hate them so much? They had never had any conflict backstage that she could remember and her stomach turned as she thought about how much she despised the young man. Throwing caution to the wind, Stacy pushed herself off the ropes and walked towards him. When she was close enough, she shoved him with all her might. Caught by surprise, he stumbled forward, but didn't fall. He quickly turned around, his handsome face contorted in anger. His expression changed as he saw it was Stacy. He couldn't believe she had the guts to do that, even after she had seen what he had done to her friends, just a few minutes before. Randy smiled as he noticed she was growing uneasy by the way he was looking at her.

"You shouldn't have done that sweetheart," he said loud enough so she could hear. He walked purposefully to where she stood. She looked up at him defiantly, but he could see the fear deep in her eyes. Before she had a chance to move, he took a handful of her hair as he had done before and pulled her face to his. He crushed her lips roughly, not caring about her attempts to push him away. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth rudely and as suddenly as the kiss had started, he broke it off. Without warning, he pushed her hard. She fell to the ground as he stood over her, pausing to strike his pose. He laughed as he saw the angry look she was giving him. He ducked between the ropes and started up the ramp, walking backwards so he could see how she would react. To his disgust, he saw her make her way over to Hurricane once again. His smile quickly turned into a frown at the image before him. He had just kissed her, probably something every woman in this arena wanted, and here she was, ignoring him and tending to that green haired freak. Randy turned his back to them. She had horrible taste in men.

(X X X)

"And now ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I present to you your newest Smackdown diva, Christy Hemme!"

Christy walked out as soon as she heard her music to loud cheers. She smiled widely as she waved at the audience and did one of her trademark kicks. She almost laughed with joy at how warm the reception was. She still couldn't get over the fact that these people were actually cheering for her. As soon as she got to the ring, she gave Teddy another big hug as he handed her the microphone. She took it, her hands shaking slightly. Although she had handled a mic on Raw a couple of times before, her natural shyness still hadn't faded.

"Hey guys! I'm so happy to be here on Smackdown. I promise you that I will not disappoint you and I'll-" suddenly music started to play and Christy looked at the general manager. He didn't seem to know what was going on either, Christy gathered as he frowned. She rolled her eyes as she saw Torrie Wilson appear on the ramp, her own microphone in her hand. The crowd was a mixture of cheers and boos. Apparently they wanted to know what was going on and Christy couldn't blame them, as she was also curious to know what had brought her out.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here! I guess Raw had too many hos and they decided to give us the biggest one there!" Christy's mouth dropped. Except for the brief encounter in Teddy's office, she had never even talked to Torrie. She couldn't even imagine why she would already have a problem with her. Slowly she thought back to what Stacy had told her the last night she was on Raw. She had warned her that as far as jealousy went, Torrie was by far the most jealous diva on both shows. She hated sharing the spotlight with any of the other women and she was often as fake as they came. Christy took a deep breath as she tried to keep her cool.

"Well, well, well. It looks like someone is jealous," Christy taunted. "By the way Torrie, why are you even here? I'm sure the guys are more then prepped for their matches so your job is done." Christy grinned in triumph as the crowd raised a loud "Ooooooo."

Torrie stamped her foot in anger. "Listen you little whore, I've been here longer then you have, so have some respect!"

"Well my mom always did tell me to respect my elders… And that would definitely apply to you." Christy glanced at Teddy and saw that his shoulders were shaking from trying not to laugh out loud. She really didn't know how she was coming up with all these insults but she was sure having a lot of fun.

"That's it! I want a match against you tonight!" screamed Torrie. Even from in the ring Christy could see her shaking. What is she so mad about? wondered Christy. She was just having fun with her right? None of the grudges portrayed on TV were actually real.

"Now hold on a minute sweetheart," interrupted Teddy. He accepted the mic Christy was handing him and continued. "You are not the one who makes matches around here. We are full tonight but I promise you, next week you will have, Torrie Wilson versus Christy Hemme!" The crowd cheered loudly and Christy clapped her hands along with them. It had taken her a long time to get a real match on Raw and she was happy that she was getting one so soon on Smackdown.

Christy saw Torrie stomp backstage again and looked after her confused. She really seemed mad. This wasn't real was it? After all, mostly everyone got along backstage and the characters they played on TV were just that; characters that weren't real. Christy snapped out of her thoughts as a guy yelled he loved her while she was walking up the ramp. "Love you too!" called Christy waving and blowing him a kiss.

(x x x)

Just as she had finished packing her clothes, her cell phone rang. She let out a groan of annoyance. All she wanted to do was get to the gym and work out to get ready for her match one week from that night. She wasn't about to disappoint Teddy with a half-assed match after he had booked one for her so soon.

"Hello?" she asked a tinge of impatience in her voice.

"Hello Christy," answered a stern voice on the other line.

Her face immediately changed to one of slight fear. It was never a good thing when she called. Christy had tried overtime to build a wall, but somehow she always managed to find a way through it.

"Hey mom," she said meekly. She sat down heavily on the couch and started cracking her knuckles; a nervous habit she had carried from early childhood.

"What can I expect to see this week?"

Christy bit her lip. She really had nothing to be ashamed about. This was what she wanted to do. However, her mother had much different ideas of what her little girl should have been. "Nothing much. The general manager just introduced me and I got interrupted by some other diva. They scheduled a match for me next week," she added brightly.

"Well at least you weren't showing your ass this time," came the short reply. Christy closed her eyes tightly. It amazed her every time how she was able to get to her with such small comments.

"Yea, well I think I have to get to the gym so I can start working out for the match," she said, hoping her mom got the hint.

"What? You don't want to talk to your own mother?"

Christy cleared her throat. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to her mother. But of course she couldn't say that.

"No mom, its not that. But I just have to go and work out, so I'll give a good match next week. I want people to start noticing my ring skills-"

"Instead of noticing you prancing around half naked?" interrupted her mother.

Christy closed her eyes tightly as she pushed the cell phone to her ear hard. She wouldn't let herself cry anymore. Every time she did something that would make her happy, she ruined it. Even when other people were congratulating her, the only thing she could hear was the negative feedback her mother was sure to supply. Christy swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She had to end it now, before she broke down.

"Mom I don't prance around half naked. I'll try to tell them to give me something a little less revealing if you want me to," tried Christy. She frowned to herself. Even after all her mom said to bring her down she was always trying to please her. At times she got mad at herself for that, after all she was doing what she loved, she had no one to please but herself. But her whole demeanor changed as soon as she heard her mother's cold voice. Not the way a mother is supposed to sound at all, thought Christy sadly.

"Well I wish you would just get off that damn show Christy. But I cant seem to get through to you anymore. You know your cousin just got engaged and she has a good job at a dermatologist's office. She says they're going to start training her. I almost wanted to disappear when Patty asked me how you were. The whole family is growing up and doing great things Christy, but you just cant do anything good for yourself." There was a pause on the other end as Mrs. Hemme let her daughter digest all she had said. "Your father and I want to go visit your grandparents and we need money for the trip. I'll be expecting the money in the bank by this weekend. I'll talk to you later, please don't do anything that will make me embarrassed," she added. A click was heard as she hung up without offering a goodbye.

Christy held the phone to her ear after she had hung up. She tried to hold herself together, but hearing the dial tone, she gave up. There was no one in the locker room, no one would see her. Christy flipped her cell phone shut and shoved it deep into her gym bag. As if by burying it she would bury all the hurtful words that came from the other end. She knew it was hopeless. It didn't matter if she cried or held it in, it still hurt.

"I am doing good for myself," she whispered as she wiped her eyes. She started walking to her locker but caught sight in the mirror. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple tank top. She stared at herself, almost imagining what her mother would find wrong with her outfit. Her jeans were too tight and her tank top was too small. Her make-up made her look trashy. Her hair was the wrong color, she had too much jewelry on, her boots were too high.

"Stop!" cried Christy suddenly, hitting the mirror. She gasped as she felt a sharp sting on her knuckle. She had cracked the mirror and now she was bleeding. Christy whimpered as she cradled her injured hand. There was no one to comfort her anymore. She had left everything she knew at home and now she was alone. Looking through the cracked mirror, she stared numbly at her tear-streaked cheeks. Suddenly she felt a deep resentment. She had been having an amazing night, how could 5 minutes change so much? She watched a tear fall silently on her lips. She licked it away tasting the saltiness.

Christy turned away and washed her hand to get rid of the blood. She wouldn't give her mom the money. That would show her mother to stop belittling her. Deep down she knew that she would get the money out to her when her mother said she wanted it. But it felt good if only for a second to pretend she wouldn't give in to her this time. Christy wiped away the tears and forced a smile on her lips. She was fine. She was perfectly fine.

(X X X)

John grunted as he set the weight down heavily. He hung his head low as he rested before he did another rep. Looking up he noticed that more people had left. Now it was only him and two other guys. One of them was struggling to lift what looked to be a 60-pound barbell. The other guy looked to be his much more muscular friend because he was pointing at him and laughing. John snorted as he sized them up. Neither of them were bigger then him and by the way the small guy handled the barbell, he could tell he didn't have much experience. Sighing, he picked up the weight in his other hand. Time for another rep.

The door opened suddenly and he glanced up casually. His eyes lit up in amusement as he saw her walk in. She didn't notice him and set her gym bag on the floor, not bothering to put it in the locker room. He couldn't help but stare as she took her sweater off to reveal a black sports bra. She walked to a calf and squat machine and adjusted the weights. Putting his own weight down, John placed his elbows on his knees and watched her. She really was a graceful. John wondered why he didn't notice it before. Finally realizing he was staring at her, he shook himself and stood up to walk over to her.

"Workin' on that ass huh?"

Christy rolled her eyes as she continued, not bothering to look at the speaker. She already knew who it was by his accent and choice of words. Who else would greet someone like that?

"Hello. Jim isn't it?"

John Cena narrowed his eyes at her. "Man girl, quit playin'. Ya know you been thinking' about me ever since ya met me." He could see the beginning of a smile along her lips but she suppressed it.

"Don't hide the love baby, I know you want me," teased John. He laughed as she rolled her eyes at him.

"You have no idea how hard it is for me to not drag you back to the locker room and have my way with you," she said sarcastically.

"Well damn, baby, you aint gotta drag me nowhere." John smiled as he caught her eye and she burst out laughing, stepping out from under the machine. John watched her as she fanned herself. He stared as a bead of sweat rolled down her chest and disappeared into her cleavage.

"Hey its kinda rude to stare at my boobs," said Christy, waving a hand in front of his face. John snapped out of his trance and shot her a cocky smile.

"Well if they weren't so out there…" he trailed off. "So what are you gonna do now?"

"Why? Are you gonna keep following me around and staring at my breasts?"

John blushed slightly. That was exactly what he wanted to do, but he was planning on being subtle about it. "Naw, I was gonna stare at your ass too," he admitted. He caught her arm as she was about to hit him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk Christy. Your gonna wanna save that energy for the ring next week. Torrie may look like she cant wrestle but she got some skill."

Christy shook his hand off and walked to leg press. She laid down and ignored his stare as she began to push her legs up and down.

"Damn baby you gonna tire yourself out before you even set foot in that ring," commented John, leaning against the machine.

"I think I can handle myself. And besides, no offense but maybe Torrie looks like she cant wrestle because she really cant," said Christy, smiling at him playfully.

John shook his head. He should probably get mad that she had just called his girlfriend weak, but he found it amusing.

"Well if that's what you think. Why dont'cha show me what ya got?" he proposed. He hoped she accepted. If there was an excuse to get his hands all over a girl, John Cena would take it. Especially if it was a hot girl.

Christy raised an eyebrow as she continued to press her legs. After a moment of consideration she locked the machine and stood up to face him.

"Your on."

(X X X)

"Stacy, I swear I'm fine."

Stacy frowned as she hovered over him while the trainer continued to examine him.

"Greg don't put on the superhero act. I saw what that asshole did to you, and I know your not fine," she said, annoyed. She hated it when he tried to pretend like nothing hurt him just so she wouldn't worry. She knew Greg was really into his character, Hurricane, but sometimes she wanted him to drop the act and admit he was hurting.

"But I am a superhero Stacy," replied Greg, flashing her a goofy grin. Stacy laughed, despite herself. She didn't know how he could always cheer her up, even when he was the one that was hurting. Stacy gazed at him as he closed his eyes tightly. The trainer was patting his cut with something and apparently it didn't feel so good. On instinct, Stacy grasped his hand and squeezed. He opened his eyes and squeezed back.

"I'm fine girl, get out of here. You look like you need some rest. Can you just tell Rosey to meet me here so he can give me a ride to the hotel?" Greg winced again as the trainer moved on to the other side of his face.

"Sure. I'll tell him to take good care of you," replied Stacy.

"Please don't. I don't think Rosey would make a very good nurse. He always makes me play video games and then he sits on me when I beat him," joked Greg.

Stacy laughed. "Right, like your any good at video games," she teased. She ducked out of the room before he had a chance to say anything. She knocked on the men's locker room and waited for someone to answer.

"Hey Stace," greeted Rob. He looked at her costume, which she hadn't had a chance to change out of. "Lookin' good," he commented.

Stacy chuckled and hit him on the arm with her mask. "Hey Rob, how's the knee?"

"Aw you know. Its healing all right. So did you come here for something or were you just hoping to catch a glimpse of RVD?"

"You got me, Rob. All I wanted was to stand here looking at you," said Stacy playfully. She rolled her eyes as Rob nodded his head with a cheesy smile on his face.

"I was looking for Rosey actually. Is he in there?" asked Stacy.

"Yea, I'll go get him," Rob said, turning and yelling for Rosey to get his ass out here.

"How's Greg?" asked Rosey as soon as he saw Stacy.

"He's okay," she answered. "Trying to act tough as always. But he wanted me to tell you to meet him in the trainer's office so you could take him to the hotel."

"Yea sure. I'll see you later then," said Rosey.

"All right. Take good care of him; no sitting on him when he beats you in a game," warned Stacy, mockingly shaking her finger at him.

Rosey shook his head. "Is that what he told you? He hasn't beaten me in a long time. Don't worry I'll go easy on him" he assured with a mischievous grin on his face as he walked off.

Stacy sighed as she made her way to the women's locker room. As she was nearing the door she heard what sounded like a giggle coming from one of the hallways behind the locker room. Letting curiosity get the best of her, she peeked around the corner.

The sight before her turned her stomach. There was Randy Orton, now out of his wrestling gear and in one of his usual suits, pressed up against Candice Mitchell in a very short dress. He had her sitting on top of an equipment crate while he was between her legs, his hand on her thigh. As Stacy watched, she saw him go in for a kiss, just as he had done to her, all down to the hair grab. Is that the only way he knows how to kiss? thought Stacy annoyed. She turned and walked into the locker room. She didn't know why the scene had bothered her so much.

"What a whore," mumbled Stacy as she changed out of her costume into a more comfortable pair of jeans and baby tee. She wasn't sure if she was referring to Randy or Candice. Both, thought Stacy. Candice acted like a dog in heat at every show and Randy had just kissed her a few minutes ago, and now he was swapping spit with someone else.

Stacy brushed her hair quickly and pulled it into a messy bun. She would take a long shower and go right to sleep, she decided. After grabbing her things she walked out of the locker room and started to dial Trish's cell. They were staying at the same hotel and she wanted to see if she was going to join her on her shopping trip tomorrow. Not looking where she was going, she rounded a corner and bumped into someone hard.

"Ow," groaned Stacy as she fell on her bottom for the second time that day.

"Looks like you like it rough," said a voice above her.

Stacy looked up and scowled. Of all people to run into, she had to run into him.

"You should look where your going," said Randy, reaching down to help her up. Stacy pushed his hand away hard and got up by herself. She didn't need anyone's help, especially his. He put his hands up in mock defeat and smirked at her.

"Guess I already got you all riled up," he observed.

Stacy glared at him. He was right; he did get her riled up. But not in the way he meant it.

"Just go make out with some ring rat," she snapped, trying to walk around him. He stepped in front of her and blocked her way.

"Jealous?" he asked, taunting her.

Stacy scoffed. "Please Randy. If I were to get jealous over every girl you fucked I would be jealous at half the women in the world."

Randy raised an eyebrow at her tone. He wasn't sure he liked the way she was speaking to him.

"Maybe you should take that attitude down a notch," he advised, taking a step towards her. She stepped back and looked at him angrily.

"Get away from me you jackass. The only reason your even here is because daddy has connections." Stacy almost bit her tongue as soon as the words came out of her mouth. She probably shouldn't have said that. She knew it was a sensitive subject with him and just a few moments ago, he had pushed her around in the ring. What would stop him from doing something worse now that she was alone with him in the hallway?

Randy looked at her calmly. Inside his blood was boiling in anger, but he wouldn't let her see she got to him. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness to him. Instead, he grabbed her hips and pushed her hard into the wall. Stacy let out a cry of surprise. She tried shoving him back but he ignored her attempts.

"Get off me! If you want some action go get one of your little sluts!" said Stacy loudly. She slapped him as hard as she was able to with the limited space. Randy pressed her harder against the wall and Stacy gasped at the slight pain.

"I think your just trying to hide the fact that you want me to fuck you. All this talk about my little sluts? I bet you want to be one of them," he hissed in her ear.

Stacy's mouth dropped open. That cocky bastard!

Before she had a chance to come up with a retort, Randy pressed his lips against her, just as roughly as before. This time however, he used his hands to grip her ass tightly to push her into his crotch. Stacy was surprised to find that he was already growing hard. She would have thought that with all the women he had been with he would need more stimulation to get aroused.

As much as she hated to admit it, Stacy was greatly enjoying every second. She ignored her best judgment and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. She could feel Randy smirk against her lips as he felt her give in to him. He began to run his hands over her ass and he heard her moan softly.

Stacy found that all the blood seemed to rush to her lower regions and she was surprised at how strong her desire for him was. She bit her lip as she imagined how good it would feel to have him inside of her. She could already tell that he was a pretty good size. Just as she thought this, she felt Randy slip a hand in between them and begin to unbuckle his belt. His hand brushed against her sensitive spot and she gasped at how good such a small movement felt. Suddenly she heard him pull his zipper down and she snapped out of it.

She pushed him off of her suddenly and looked at him. He was breathing heavily, as was she. His eyes held a strong lust deep in them and Stacy almost wrapped her hands around his neck again, but an image of Candice flashed through her mind.

"Your quite the cock tease," Randy murmured, staring at her heaving chest.

Stacy glared at him. She wanted to finish what they started but she would never say that aloud. He could just go on thinking whatever he wanted about her. If she fucked him then, what would she be? Just another unsuspecting idiot that fell into his trap. She didn't want to end up like Trish and have him promise her things just to get inside her pants.

"Maybe your just not all that sexy," replied Stacy, shrugging. She might as well take a blow to his ego. It wasn't like he cared about others feelings, why should she care about his?

Randy narrowed his eyes as he took a step towards her. Stacy held up her hands to stop him and side stepped him. She looked over her shoulder to see him looking after her.

"Maybe you could get Candice to try and finish you up," she called, not bothering to turn back. She walked out the double doors into the crisp night, breathing a sigh of relief. She didn't want to know how far he would let her go before he lost his temper.

Randy stared at the double doors, trying to calm his breathing down. "I'll get you to finish what you started," he promised to himself under his breath, a malicious smile creeping onto his face.

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