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Stacy Keibler squinted against the harsh sunlight as she buried her head further into the pillow. The last thing she wanted to do was get up from the safety and warmth of the covers to face another shooting of RAW. She groaned as her conscience took over. She really shouldn't be complaining. She was one of the lucky people who got a great paycheck and only had to work a few hours a week.

She rolled to the edge of the bed and hesitated before swinging her feet down to the soft carpeting. She was usually a morning person, but today she felt completely drained. Glancing over at the clock, she saw it was only 8:00. Usually she would go on a run in the mornings before a show, but she decided to break her ritual. It wasn't like anything else was going according to plan.

The blond diva walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. She stared into the mirror as she patted her face dry. She hardly recognized herself. Was it only a few weeks before she hadn't a care in the world? It seemed like so much longer then that. It was like her whole life had been flipped upside down, all because of him.

She shook her head in disgust. She should be focusing on her job and possibly finding a guy she could actually get serious with. He didn't fit into any of her plans. But somehow, she found her thoughts wandering back to him time and time again. He was all wrong for her. She liked polite and down to earth guys. He was the most arrogant guy she had ever met who had his head stuck so far up his ass she was sure it would have to be surgically removed.

Stacy heaved a troubled sigh as she pulled on a small sweater. Maybe a light breakfast would clear her mind. She headed down to the nearly empty cafeteria.

"Orange juice and white toast with grape jam," she ordered. She handed back the menu without opening it. This had been her pre-show breakfast for as long as she remembered, and today she felt some comfort in the familiarity. Her gaze wandered towards the window as she stared at a couple holding hands and laughing. She frowned at the sight. Her last boyfriend had broken up with her because he felt she wasn't "putting enough effort into the relationship." Which was absurd because Stacy was the one calling and going out of her way to see him. That had been almost a year ago. She hadn't even noticed how much she yearned to have someone truly care about her.

"Stacy! What are you doing here?"

Stacy's lips jerked up in an involuntary smile. His voice alone was enough to lighten any dark mood she was in.

"Well, I am in a restaurant," she replied motioning for him to sit across from her.

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he observed playfully. He eyed her as she looked away to thank the waitress. She seemed different somehow. Her eyes were sad and her movements were slow, like something was weighing her down.

"What's up?"

"I'm just tired," she answered taking a small bite of her toast.

"Where did you go yesterday?" he asked taking her napkin and folding it over.

"I went out to a club with the girls but I came home early because I felt kinda sick."

Greg looked up to find her staring at her plate like it was about to jump at her. He didn't think she was telling the truth. "What was wrong?"

Stacy shrugged. "My stomach hurt."

"Anything else?"

"No," answered Stacy softly. She avoided his gaze as he looked up her. There was definitely something wrong.

"You look sad."

"I'm fine," said Stacy in a voice that plainly stated she wanted to drop the subject. But Greg couldn't stand seeing her acting like this. He wished he could read her mind and take away whatever problems she had.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again.

"I said I'm fine," snapped Stacy. She bit her lip as a hurt expression come over his face. She was about to open her mouth to apologize when she was interrupted.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here. I wasn't aware you two actually associated outside of work."

Stacy felt herself growing red. She glared at him, trying to keep any emotion from her face.

"Do you mind?" she asked coolly.

"Well it doesn't look like you were doing anything special," Randy pointed out. "Greg's busy making a paper airplane and you're staring out the window."

"What she means is leave us alone," said Greg.

Randy turned to Greg, a disdainful look on his face. "I don't remember talking to you."

"Well I'm talking to you," retorted Greg standing up and facing him.

Stacy's eyes widened. She knew neither of them had a very mild temper and it was just a matter of time before one of them snapped.

"You might play a superhero on TV Greg, but you're nothing outside the ring." Stacy clenched her teeth as she forced herself to fight the overwhelming urge to smack him across the face. Instead, she stepped in between the two men and turned to Greg, putting her hands on his shoulders.

"Let's just go," she pleaded, attempting to look into his eyes. She knew as soon as their eyes connected he would give in. She had been told many times that her eyes were a powerful tool, and she wasn't afraid to use them to her advantage.

"Listen to your little girlfriend, you don't wanna get embarrassed in front of these people," Randy smirked as Greg attempted to lunge at him but stopped short when Stacy pushed her body against his to stop him.

"Greg! Don't listen to this jackass, let's just go." Stacy shot Randy a dirty look as Greg finally turned his back and began walking away. Stacy started to follow him but Randy grabbed her arm roughly.

"So I'm a jackass now?"

"You've always been a jackass," shot back the leggy blond. She pulled her arm away only to feel him pinch her ass.

"Couldn't resist," Randy smiled as he put his hands up innocently. Stacy sent a disgusted look at him before turning away and walking out. She never caught the look of pure fury that appeared on the face of the Legend Killer.

(X X X)

The handsome superstar let out a long breath as he toyed with the fork on his right. It clattered loudly on his plate as he dropped it, and the blonde who had been shooting him glances the minute he sat down, smiled at him. He returned her smile but looked out away quickly. He had enough trouble with women.

He rested his head on his hands as he thought back to the events that had taken place last night. He could still remember how soft her skin felt. The look in her eyes had made him want to spend the whole night with her, but he had soonsnapped out of it. John Cena was many things, but he was not a cheater. After knowing what it felt like to be cheated on, John had vowed never to cheat.

But Christy was making it hard for him to keep his promise. While Torrie was a beautiful girl, she had an attitude that made it hard to take her seriously. She whined to get what she wanted, and then expected to be treated like royalty. But there was something different about Christy. John could tell immediately she felt a need to prove herself. She was reserved most of the time, but he was sure she would never back down from him or anyone else.

Taking a deep gulp of water, he drummed his fingers on the edge of the table. He didn't know what to do now. Should he confront her? Or should he lay low until she was ready to come talk to him? If she ever was ready to talk to him. The look she had given him when she told him to get out was still very vivid in his mind.

"Penny for your thoughts."

John looked up to see Dawn Marie smiling at him.

"Hey Dawn. Have a seat," he said kicking the chair across from him, so she could sit down.

Dawn chuckled as she took the seat he so graciously offered her. "What a gentleman," she remarked.

"Did you have a fun time yesterday?" asked John.

Dawn nodded. "I don't even know Shelton that well and he's already my favorite person. He's a real funny guy."

"You're not replacing me with him are you?" teased John.

"Of course not. No on can replace your perverted sense of humor."

John nodded absently, not knowing what else to say. He was hoping she wouldn't ask him about what had happened, but he knew Dawn was always very curious. Sure enough, the next words that came out of her mouth were concerning Christy.

"She got to her room okay," shrugged John.

Dawn looked at him curiously. He seemed uncomfortable. And she couldn't imagine why. "Did she say anything embarrassing?"

John felt a blush creep onto his cheeks. She couldn't possibly know what happened. Unless Christy had told her…

"Why? Did she say anything?" asked John trying to act cool.

"No, but you know sometimes drunk people spill their deepest darkest secrets," joked Dawn. She did more then that, thought John wryly. He only shook his head in response.

"I wonder if it had anything to do with that call," muttered Dawn to herself. However, John heard and raised his brows in question.

"What call?"

Dawn looked away quickly. "I probably shouldn't have said anything," she answered hastily.

"Uh-uh. Now you're gonna tell me what you talkin' about," said John firmly.

Dawn looked around for a distraction, but finding none, she gave up. John was a nice guy; he wouldn't tell anyone would he?

"I heard her talking on her phone before we left for the club. She thought I was still in the other room, so I don't think she knows. It might have been her mom," she added softly.

"What does this have to do with anything?" questioned John confused.

"Christy and her mom don't have a good relationship," explained Dawn. "Stacy told me that when they went out one time, Christy let everything out. She was drunk, Stacy was trying to take care of her, and she just broke down. She said her mom told her everyday that she was a slut for being in this business. And she said she knew everyone hated her because of the contest. I guess the only way she deals with it is by drinking. I wish there was something I could do, but I don't want to make her think I'm intruding."

John stared at the brunette sitting across from him, letting everything she had told him sink in. He couldn't imagine how it must feel to have his family not supporting what he did. All his family was proud of what he did, and they always encouraged him in any way. It was hard enough trying to please the fans, but not having anyone to turn to must have been unbearable.

"You're not gonna tell anyone are you?"

"Naw, I won't tell nobody," responded John, snapping out of his thoughts.

"Good, I mean, I know I wouldn't want everyone to know what a bitch my mom is. You should hear some of the things she says to her! Stacy told me that Christy told her that her mom always tells her what a disappointment she is and how she always compares her to her sisters. And the only reason she ever calls her is to make her feel like crap and ask for money!" Dawn exclaimed.

John smiled wryly. For such a small person, Dawn got excited over almost everything. She looked like she was almost ready to jump out of her seat right now.

"I guess all you can do is offer her your friendship and wait until she's ready to talk about it," suggested John.

Dawn nodded her head slowly. "You know,you can make her feel better too."

"How?" asked John. He highly doubted Christy wanted anything to do with him.

"Well, she likes you," admitted Dawn cautiously. Christy had told her she had a small crush on John, but she had insisted it was no big deal. Dawn, however, knew by the way Christy's eyes twinkled that it was no small crush.

"Who doesn't like me?" kidded John.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Anyways, you could try talking to her or just hang out. If Torrie doesn't mind that is," she added.

John face fell in annoyance. Why did everyone think Torrie had complete control of his life?

"I really don't care if Torrie doesn't want me to hang out with someone," he said, trying to hide his anger. "I can chill with whoever I want."

Dawn raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Is that why she's always yelling at you when you go to a club?" She laughed silently as John glared at her. "I know how Torrie can be John," she consoled. She checked her watch and pushed away from the table. "I hate to leave on a sour note, but I promised Bob I would help him shop for an anniversary present for his wife."

John chuckled in amusement. "The big Alabama Slamma in a chick store?"

Dawn giggled at the image of the hardcore wrestler following her around like a lost puppy while she suggested presents. "Don't tease him; he's sweet for even remembering."

John nodded his goodbye as she left. Sighing, he looked down at half eaten meal. He usually ate everything in sight, but today his appetite had been pushed aside. He would talk to Christy, he decided. She deserved to feel like someone was on her side. And who better than someone who was in the same business?

(X X X)

"Get the fuck out!"

"But-"

"Are you deaf? I'm done. I'll see you around."

Her lower lip began to quiver at his harsh tone. The young superstar sighed and walked over to her. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a blubbering woman.

"Listen sweetie," Randy began, "I don't mean we won't do this again soon. I just want my space right now," he crooned as he cupped her chin in his hand to force her to meet his eyes.

Maria glanced at his eyes but quickly looked away. He scared her sometimes. She nodded her head and closed her eyes as he gave her a rough kiss.

"Don't forget your sweater," called Randy as she was about to walk out the door. She turned around and reached for it, but he didn't let go.

"Be ready again tomorrow," commanded Randy. Maria nodded quickly, suddenly eager to get out. She didn't know why she kept coming back to him if she knew she would never be able to get serious with him. But he was the only man who could give her exactly what her body craved. The fact that he dictated their sexual encounters and kicked her out within seconds of being finished were unimportant compared to how good he could make her feel while he was using her. And she was well aware that she was being used by him. But while she was with him, she pushed that fact aside.

Randy watched the sway of her hips as she closed the door. He walked to the bathroom to prepare for the RAW shooting. It was only a few hours away and he had to do a skit before his match.

As he glanced around the cluttered bathroom, his gaze shifted to the mirror. He was angry. Maria had sensed that and she had gotten away quickly. He knew why. The little meeting that had taken place in the cafeteria had done nothing to cool his temper. He was angry from the night before. At the blatant way she had said no to him. Her eyes were filled with pity, and Randy felt furious. There was no reason for anyone to pity him. Much less a woman he had already gotten with. He was Randy Orton. Every man would kill to be him and every woman would kill to be with him. He was young, handsome, and famous. On top of that, he had the best-looking woman climbing over each other for a chance to fuck him.

So why did none of this matter? Randy balled his hand into a fist and swung it at the wall. It left a small crack, but he didn't seem to notice the sharp throbbing on his knuckles. He had to prove it to her. He had to prove that he was better. He had to make her believe that she was just another woman he had slept with. Because if she went around with the idea that she had gotten the better of him, his reputation would be ruined. And he couldn't have that. The fact that Stacy was one of the best fucks he had ever had was just an added bonus. He would enjoy himself while he was proving her wrong.

And he would do it tonight.

(X X X)

Gregory Helms refused to meet the look the leggy diva was shooting his way. He cursed his short temper. While he was supposed to be a lovable character who was a role model, he never could control his anger.

"You should have just ignored him."

"Somebody has to put him in his place," he protested.

Stacy sighed. Of course she agreed. Randy needed to be put in his place so he would stop walking around like he was God's gift to women and wrestling. But she didn't want Greg to get hurt. And after the match they had, Stacy knew how vicious Randy could be when his pride was on the line.

"Still Greg, I don't want you to get hurt," she insisted. She wanted to keep Randy and Greg away from each other. So far, she hadn't gotten any hint that Randy had told anyone about what happened, but she didn't want to risk Greg finding out.

"You don't think I can't take him on?" asked Greg.

"I'm not saying that. I just meant he hurt you bad last time you two fought and I don't-"

"So you are saying you don't think I can beat him," fumed Greg.

"Stop putting words in my mouth," said Stacy glaring at him. She had had a crappy morning and fighting with the one person who always cheered her up was only making it worse.

"I'm not putting anything in your mouth, Stace. You just said you think that jackass is stronger then me. Some partner you are," said Greg coldly. His jaw clenched as Stacy rolled her eyes. He was seen as a joke to the fans and to everyone else backstage. He thought she was the one person who truly believed he had talent, but apparently, she didn't think it was enough.

"Shut up Greg! If you would just listen-"

"I don't have to listen to anything! I get the fact that everyone looks at me like I have no skills. I thought you were different-"

"I do think you have talent," Stacy insisted, growing exasperated. "I can't worry about my friend?"

"I don't want to be your friend Stacy."

Stacy's mouth dropped open at his words. She regained her composure, and along with it, arush of anger.

"You're acting like a little kid, Greg! It's not my fault you're insecure about yourself. The only thing I've done is support you and Rosey and this is how you thank me?"

"So now I'm an insecure, talent-less nobody?" asked Greg loudly.

"No!" Stacy felt her hands shaking in anger. She didn't know what had gotten into him, but it was getting old fast. "You're the one that doesn't want to be my friend just because I worry about you. I don't-"

"I want to be more then your friend."

Stacy stopped and stared at Greg as his eyes bore into her own. They were shining with passion and she thought she had imagined what she had just heard.

"What did you say?" she asked finally, her voice a whisper.

Greg looked at her sadly. He didn't care about what had just happened. But it hurt so bad that she had no idea of why he was really acting like this. He was tired of keeping everything quiet.

"I said I wanna be more then your friend," he repeated. He continued as she said nothing. "I like you so much Stacy. But I was afraid to tell you. Do you know how hard it's been for me to keep my mouth shut? Do you know how much I wanted to tear Randy's head off when he kissed you after our match? I don't care about anyone else, Stace. I care about you."

Stacy felt like bursting into tears. One of her best friends had just admitted his feelings. She knew it must have been hard for him. Greg had had very painful relationships in the past.

"I never knew," she said hoarsely.

"I'm good at keeping secrets," said Greg lowly.

Stacy looked away as a tear rolled down her cheek. This was too much. First, she had to worry about Randy and everyone finding out. Now, she had to worry about Greg. If he ever found out, he would never speak to her again. Stacy glanced up at Greg, whose eyes had never left her face. She loved him so much, Stacy realized.

As a friend.

"I'm sorry Greg, but I don't know if I like you the same way," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Greg shut his eyes as he heard her words. So his big confession had done nothing. It had made things worse, he corrected. Now things were going to be so awkward. If he had only kept his mouth shut, thought Greg angrily. She would never have known, but at least he could have entertained the notion that one day she would grow feelings for him.

"I have to go," said Stacy suddenly. She needed to get away, the room felt like it was pressing down on her. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped out into the hallway. How was she going to face him tonight? Would they ever be able to talk anymore? Stacy's shoulders slumped at the thought of losing him as a friend. He was always there for her and had listened to all her problems without ever making any judgments.

He can never know about Randy, thought Stacy. It would devastate him if he knew that she had hadsex with him. All while he had harbored feelings for her. He would hate her, Stacy realized. Everyone would hate her. After everything Randy had done to the girls, no one would ever talk to her again.

Stacy let out a sob. How had her life taken such a horrible turn? She was in danger of losing her friends and she didn't know what she could do to stop it. She held her head in her hands as if trying to block everything out. But it was hopeless. Sooner or later, she had to face him.

(X X X)

Christy Hemme let her head fall back as the hot water rinsed away the sweet smelling foam. She had always loved the soft scent of milk and honey. She ran her hands down her arms slowly to let the body wash drop down and disappear into the drain. When she had been a little girl, she had been terrified of being sucked into the dark hole. But her mother had always comforted her. How different things were now, thought Christy bitterly.

Christy snapped out of her thoughts as the water suddenly turned colder. How long had she been in the shower? She had always been able to relax while she was in the shower, and she supposed now she had big reason for staying long. She frowned as the memory of last night drifted into her mind. She had been drunk, but she remembered everything clearly. She remembered she had almost left with some guy and John had taken her back to her room. With embarrassment, she recalled what had happened after the doors had closed. She felt a deep resentment for John. True, he had a girlfriend and he had done the noble thing by refusing her, but she felt angry.

The small redhead took a towel and wiped her body dry, wrapping it around her afterwards. After rummaging in her bag, she found the lotion she was looking for. Smackdown was filming tomorrow, and the last thing she wanted to do was run into him. She hoped he wouldn't try to seek her out. What would she say? What would he think of her? It didn't matter how often she tried to be taken seriously, she always managed to screw everything up. It was a horrible feeling to know that she was the only one to blame for everyone thinking she was a slut. Maybe her mother was right, maybe Christy was just a disappointment. Her family hated her, her coworkers thought she was not to be taken seriously, and she wasn't happy. What was the point? thought Christy swallowing back her tears.

At that moment, she heard a loud knock. She sighed in frustration as she grabbed her clothes from the bed. She didn't want to face the world just yet. She wanted time to brood.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she mumbled, pulling a wife beater over her head. The knocking persisted and Christy barely had time to button her jeans as she wrenched the door open, ready to curse at whoever was on the other side.

The words stuck in her throat as she saw him.

He had on his usual attire of shorts and a t-shirt, with a backward baseball cap on his head. He was shifting nervously from foot to foot, looking everywhere except her eyes.

"What do you want?" the words came out colder then she had meant them and she tightened her hold on the doorknob.

"Can I come in?"

Christy nodded hesitantly, stepping aside to let him through. She held her breath as he brushed past her.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," responded Christy, crossing her arms across her chest. She was suddenly aware that she forgot to put on a bra in her haste to open the door.

John looked at the woman across from him. Her clothes hugged her body and her skin glowed from her recent shower. John yearned to take her into his arms, but he held back.

He took a deep breath as he began. He had thought of what to say before coming here, but all his preparations slipped his mind as she stood in front of him.

"If you wanna talk about last night, don't. I regret everything I did and I really don't wanna bring it up again." Christy couldn't help the edge in her voice. She was mad as hell that he had the nerve to come to her.

John's face fell as he listened to her. So she regretted everything? Drunk or sober, that was a blow to his ego.

"I aint come here to be insulted Christy. I just wanted to clear the air between us so it doesn't have to be all weird an' shit."

"I don't care if things are awkward between us, John. We don't have to talk to each other," said Christy shrugging. She didn't know why she was acting so mean, but it gave her pleasure seeing the confused expression on his face.

"Why you gotta act like such a damn bitch?" asked John, his voice rising. He had come here to make peace, but it seemed like she was hell bent on making this as hard as she could for him.

"Is this your idea of clearing the air?" snorted Christy. "By calling me a bitch?"

"I call em like I see em," declared John.

"Then get out. I don't even know why I let you in; all you can do is make things worse, so just stop trying."

"Things wouldn't be do bad if you stopped actin like a lil brat," shot back John.

"I'm not a brat." She forced herself to keep her hands crossed. It would only prove his point if she started flailing her arms around. "Can you just go now?" She started to open the door, but he put his hand out to slam it back closed. "Excuse me, I said get out."

John glared down at her. This wasn't going the way he had envisioned. He had wanted her to accept his apology and make everything cool again.

"I'm not leavin," he said firmly. "I don't know why you're bein so stupid about this, but we're gonna talk whether you want to or not."

Christy put her hands to his chest and pushed him away. He was too close. He did something to her every time he was around her and it scared her.

"Drinkin aint the way to deal with your problems," she heard him say.

"I don't have any problems," she snapped furiously. He couldn't possible know about her life, could he?

John shook his head. "I know about your mom. I don't think its right what she's doin but you gotta find a better way to deal with it." He had just broken his promise to Dawn that he wouldn't say anything, but he wouldn't tell her how he had found out. He didn't want to get Dawn in trouble.

"You know nothing about my life," said Christy, her voice heavy with emotion. She was mad that he knew. She had thought she had kept her secret well. How much else did he know? Christy paled at the thought of everyone in the locker room finding out.

"Nothing is wrong with my mom," she lied. "We have a good relationship and I would appreciate it if you would get the hell out of my business.

John shook his head at her denial. "I know it might be embarrassing, but you aint got nothing to-"

"Get out!" screamed Christy. She lunged at him with both hands and grabbed his shirt, attempting to push him out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you girl?" He threw her hands down and stood glaring at her. "You aint gotta take it out on me, I was just tryin to help."

"So you're Dr Phil now?" sneered Christy. "I want to be alone; I don't need anyone's help."

"That's bullshit an you know it," said John. "If you can take such good care of yourself, then why were you tryin to fuck me an sum random guy in one night?"

A hurt look came over Christy's face. She felt as if he had just punched her in the stomach. "I wasn't trying to do anything," she said softly.

"Oh yea," said John sarcastically. "Is that why I had to drag you to the hotel and then push you off me?"

"Shut up!" exploded Christy. "You were a mistake! I'm sorry! I'll never touch you again. Just get out!" Without being able to stop them, tears trickled down her cheek. She had never been more ashamed in her life. She wished with all her being she could have taken last night back so it never happened.

John's expression softened as he saw her crying. He had never been able to handle a woman's tears. To know that he had caused them tore at his heart. He took a step towards her but she moved away.

"I do have a shitty family. Is that what you wanted to hear? But I don't need your help, or anyone else's. So just leave me alone!"

"Why don't you want me to help you?" asked John. He was trying to be sensitive, but it was hard when she kept shooting him down.

"Because I don't like you!"

John winced at her cold words. Maybe Dawn was wrong. Maybe Christy didn't have a crush on him. It didn't seem like she was fond of him at all by the look in her eyes.

Suddenly, the phone on the table beside John started to vibrate. Christy pushed past him to pick it up. He saw her eyes widen as she looked at the caller id. Sensing something was wrong, he took a step towards her.

"What's wrong?"

Christy tried to step around him, but he stopped her and snatched the phone away from her hands.

"Don't!" she called out. But it was too late. Before she could grab it back, he flipped it open.

"Hello?" asked John.

"Who is this? Where's my daughter?"

John put his hand out to stop Christy's attempts to take the phone. "Is this her mom?"

"Yes, this is her mother. Who the hell are you? Let me talk to my daughter this instant. I cant believe she's screwing around again."

John listened to the voice on the other line, his anger mounting. This woman made Christy like this. This woman made her life a living hell. He felt a deep resentment for the way she had managed to get inside Christy and make her feel insecure.

"Listen lady, I'm not sleeping with your daughter, and neither is anyone else. If you would stop accusin her of being a slut, then maybe you could see that the only thing she tries to do is make you happy."

"Who are you to tell me how to talk to my daughter? Let me speak to her right now. Did she put you up to this?"

"She didn't put me up to anythin, I don't think its right for a mom to be such a bitch to her own daughter," snapped John. He was hardly aware of Christy anymore, who was standing back feeling like her heart was about to pound of her chest. She knew she would pay dearly for this, but John seemed intent on talking to her mom. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as she continued to listen to the heated conversation.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion on anything; now let me talk to my daughter!"

"Why? So you can make her feel like shit? What kind of fucken mother are you? You go around callin your own daughter a slut and telling her she aint good enough. How do you think all that makes her feel?"

"You have no right to be saying all these things! She always exaggerated everything, I've done nothing but try to give her other options for her life, and she thanks me by spreading rumors about me?"

"You sound like a bitch to me," said John. "Maybe if you would stop tryin to change her life, you would have a chance to see that she loves what does. The only reason she's so unhappy is cuz of you."

"I don't have to listen to this anymore. You tell Christy that the next time I call her, she better be the one to answer the phone or else-"

"You aint gonna do shit lady. I know people like you and the only thing ya'll can do is run your mouth. So go run it somewhere else." He snapped the phone shut and slammed it on the table. He stood breathing heavily as he tried to restrain his anger. He had almost forgotten about Christy until he heard a muffled sob.

Turning around, he saw Christy's eyes brimming with tears and a scared look on her face.

"Why did you do that?" she whispered softly.

John's anger faded as he saw her. "I'm sorry," he managed to say.

"Why?" Christy repeated. She closed her eyes as a small drop managed to spill over. At once, she felt herself being engulfed in strong arms. She attempted to push him away but he held onto her, stroking her back and whispering soft words in her ear.

"Shhh, don't cry," soothed John. He hardly knew what to do. He wasn't exactly a sensitive guy, but seeing Christy like this made him want to take all her pain away.

"She's gonna kill me," cried Christy burying her face against his shoulder. His hands continued to stroke her lower back and despite her situation, she felt a shiver run up and down her entire body.

"No she wont," murmured John into her hair. She smelled like heaven. John had never been a fan of women wearing overpowering perfumes. He could just barely sense the alluring scent of something sweet. It was enough to make him want to put his lips to her skin and see if it tasted as good as it smelled.

"What am I going to do next time she calls? I feel horrible about this, John! I cant even imagine what she's thinking right now." Christy finally brought herself to wrap her arms gingerly around his midsection. She felt a safety with him that was a strange territory to her.

"I'll make you feel better," whispered John, leaning down so his breath was hot against her ear. He noted with satisfaction the tremble his actions had caused.

"John…" murmured Christy looking up at him in question. She was met with a pair of lips. The kiss was nothing like the night before. That had been filled with defiance and lust. The kiss he was giving her now was soft and light, almost like he wasn't kissing her at all. His hands left her back to cup her face tenderly. Christy heart swelled at his display of gentleness. She had never been with a guy who touched her as John was doing now.

"We cant do this," she finally managed to whisper as he broke the kiss. He ignored her and pulled her in for another kiss.

"I wanna make you feel better," she heard him whisper against her lips. She was hardly able to comprehend the words. She was off in her own world. When she was a little girl, Christy had often imagined the perfect kiss as being filled with love and emotion. So far, she had never felt that any kiss had come close to fulfilling her vision. Until now.

Christy gasped quietly as she felt John's hands on her bare stomach. Slowly, John inched his way up, taking her shirt along with him. He stopped as the shirt reached the swelling of her breasts. Pulling back, Christy saw a deep longing in his eyes. She closed her eyes, leaning in for another kiss. She copied him, and ran her hands under his shirt. She smiled at the way his muscles jumped under her fingertips. Instead of stopping as he had, she broke the kiss in order to pull the shirt over his head. He stood breathing raggedly as his chest rose and fell.

Without warning, his hands were around her waist again and he pulled her in for a kiss laced with passion. He traced the outline of her lips and she parted them willingly. His tongue ran along her mouth and he put his hands on the back of her shirt, tugging it off.

Christy stood in front of him, almost afraid of what he might think. She looked up shyly.

"You're beautiful." Christy blushed at the simple words. She had been told she was beautiful before. But never had she heard it sound sweeter. Before she could think of a response, John pulled her against him to place butterfly kisses along her jaw line. Christy smiled at the delicious feelings he was stirring inside of her.

At that moment, his lips closed around her nipple, making her bite her lip to keep the moan that was threatening to escape. She let out a sharp breath as he swirled his tongue, making her knees buckle. He pulled her tighter against him, supporting her with an arm around her waist. Christy was very aware of his erection pressing against her thigh. She took his head in her hands and pulled him to her lips. As soon as he gave her access, she began to suck slowly on his tongue. He groaned against her mouth as he pushed her against his body almost painfully. Christy enjoyed the firmness of his body against hers and pulled back as heran his fingers along the top of her jeans. His feather light touches were making her crazy with desire.

"We cant be doing this," she whispered as his hands came to front of her jeans to unbutton them.

"Yes we can," he mumbled back. He had barely heard her in his attempt to be slow. It was taking every ounce of strength not to rip her jeans off and take her right then and there. But that would have been selfish; this was about her, not him.

"Torrie might find out, John…and she'll tell everyone," murmured Christy as she felt him bring down the zipper. He flicked his tongue against her ear as he proceeded to run his hand lightly up her thigh. She shuddered as he finally made his way to her center. He had barely touched her and already she could feel herself losing control. It was a scary thing to lose control to someone she knew wasn't supposed to be here in the first place.

This thought caused Christy to open her eyes and put her hands on John's chest. He looked at her questioningly, not wishing to be stopped.

"No one will find out," he said, as if reading her mind.

"So we're just keeping this a secret?" asked Christy frowning. "You have a girlfriend, John. Only you can change that."

"You want me to break up with her?" asked John.

"John, we cant have sex if you still have feeling for Torrie. When I came to Smackdown I wanted no drama. I don't want to be a part of some love triangle," Christy replied, struggling to keep her voice low. She didn't think it was such a ludicrous request for him to break up with Torrie.

"I don't have feeling for Torrie anymore," insisted John.

"Then it wont be hard to break up with her." Christy turned her head away as he leaned down to kiss her.

"Fine, baby girl. I'll break up with her." John lowered his head to attempt to entice her with his kisses once again, but she shook her head.

"Break up with her first," said Christy in a firm voice.

John gave a frustrated sigh as he loosened his hold on her waist. "I hate ultimatums," he told her.

"It shouldn't be hard. You said you have no feelings for her anymore. And you cant be mad that I wont have sex with you while you have a girlfriend," pointed out Christy. She smiled as John rolled his eyes.

"Fine. I'll talk to Torrie later," he conceded.

"No, go now," commanded Christy, picking her shirt up and putting it on. She handed him his shirt and watched him as he put it on. When he tried to reach for her again, she stepped back and began pushing him out the door.

"One for the road?" asked John as she finally managed to push him out into the hall. Before she could answer, John wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. He ended it by licking her bottom lip and smiled as she swatted him lightly on the arm.

"Go!" He turned and blew her a last kiss before the elevator doors closed. Christy closed the door and leaned her back against it, feeling giddy. This was almost too good to be true. John was about to break up with Torrie and be with her. While it might raise a few eyebrows that he was hooking up with her right after his breakup, people wouldn't care so much because nobody really liked Torrie.

It seemed like things would finally go her way. She knew John cared about her for more then her looks. Who else would have stood up to her mother like he did? Who else would have comforted her? The red headed diva grinned at the though of finally having a boyfriend who cared about her. Maybe this time, she would feel happy.

(X X X)

Stacy Keibler almost jumped a foot in the air as she felt someone tap her shoulder.

"Stacy! Why are you so jumpy?" asked Trish, confused.

Stacy giggled uneasily. "I'm just a little nervous about our match tonight."

Trish raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Since when have you been so nervous about matches? You know Hurricane and Rosey can take care of themselves."

"I guess you're right," agreed Stacy. She didn't want to tell Trish about Hurricane. She didn't want to tell Trish about Randy. Stacy hated keeping so many secrets from her best friend, but it would be worse if she told her everything.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted a ride back to the hotel. I can wait around for you until your match is done," said Trish.

Stacy nodded. "Sure."

"All right. Well, I gotta go," she said. "My match is up next. I hope Vic remembers I'm still sore from yesterday. She almost killed me last week with that widow's peak!" The smaller blond rolled her eyes dramatically. "I don't wanna break a nail!"

Stacy smiled. "Good luck."

She sighed as she heard the door shut. She didn't know how long she could keep this up. The whole day she had been dreading coming here. When she got here, she kept dreading running into Greg or Randy. She shouldn't be scared of running into one of her best friends she thought sadly.

She hardly noticed when the door opened once again.

"Stacy."

Her eyes widened at the sound of his voice as she whipped around to face him.

"What are you doing here? This is the women's locker room, get out!"

Randy Orton chuckled in amusement at her reaction.

"No one will find out if you keep your voice down," he said.

"I wouldn't have to keep my voice down if you just left," she retorted.

Randy ignored her as his eyes ran down her outfit. She was already in costume for her match, except for her mask.

"Why don't we go into the showers?" he suggested.

"Are you serious? Why the hell would I go into the showers with you?" She crossed her arms as he reached to take her hand.

"Think about it, babe. If somebody walks in here and sees us talking, they're gonna assume stuff. Wouldn't you prefer no one know I was here?" He smirked as she realized he was right. She didn't want to risk anyone finding out she had anything to do with him.

"That's better," he murmured as she turned her back and began walking to the back. He watched her legs move as he licked his lips. Vince definetly knew what he was doing when he gave the final say on the outfits the women wore.

"What do you want?" asked Stacy as they rounded a corner, so they were hidden from sight. She gasped as Randy placed a hand on her stomach and pushed her against the wall.

"I want you."

Stacy grabbed his hand and pushed it off. She was already feeling uncomfortable being around him. The fact that he was so close only made her edgier.

"Well too bad," she snapped. She raised her arm to swat away his hand, which was making its way to her small top. Before she could push him away, his other hand shot up and pinned them over her head.

"Do you have any idea how fucken tired I am of you saying no?" he growled. His eyes were cold as they bore into her own. When she refused to meet his gaze, he grabbed her chin roughly to force her eyes up.

"Stop!" cried Stacy. She attempted to wriggle out of his grasp but stopped as she heard the locker room door open again. Her blood ran cold as she recognized the voices of Lita and Victoria.

"Shh," she heard him say. "If you move they'll hear. And what will they think when they find you in such a compromising position?"

Stacy bit her lip to keep from screaming at him. He was right of course. If she struggled, they would only come back to check it out. She couldn't imagine what she would say if the girls found her and Randy near the showers.

"I'm so glad Trish has a skit before our match," she heard Victoria said. "That old lady was driving twenty miles an hour! I cant be late again. Last time I was two minutes late they almost killed me."

Stacy pressed her lips together as Randy lowered his head and started to nibble on her neck.

"Don't," she pleaded. "I have a match later tonight."

"Shhh," murmured Randy as he raised his hand. He placed it on her breast and Stacy could feel herself getting warmer. She hated that she was reacting like this after all he was making her go through, but she couldn't maintain a cool demeanor while he was doing this to her.

"Don't trip; just flash Vince and he'll forgive you." Both girls laughed and Stacy found herself wishing they would leave so she could finally let out the moan she was holding in. She didn't know how much longer she could stay quiet. She could feel her nipple harden as he rubbed her over her clothes.

"Vic, you look fine! Just worry about kicking ass tonight. Trish is so pumped because of Dave, you'll need some extra energy too. Want me to get Romeo?"

Stacy was hardly aware of their laughter as they continued talking. All she knew was that she was on the verge of exploding. She muffled a gasp as Randy pinched her nipple through the fabric. She looked up at him to see him smirking at her. She had to do something. If he kept this up she would scream and they would get caught.

She needed a distraction. Almost without thinking, Stacy reached down and grabbed the large bulge protruding from Randy's pants. She grinned in satisfaction as he jerked to her touch. He wasn't the only one who knew what he was doing.

"I knew you'de come around," he whispered into her ear. Stacy felt a surge of anger at his cocky words. She was tired of him thinking he could have any girl he wanted. And she was tired of giving him a reason for thinking like this. She raised herself on her tiptoes and capturd his lips in a harsh kiss. Her own lips throbbed with the force but she ignored it. Just as he was about to pull back, she grabbed the back of his head and pushed his lips harder against her own. She worked her way to his lower lip and bit it hard.

The young superstar's eyes snapped open in surprise as he felt her bite his lip. He was no stranger to the sensation, but Stacy bit him hard enough to make it hurt. Strangely enough, he had never found himself getting hornier. Her aggressiveness was new to him, he had always been the one who was rough. But Stacy was taking no pity on him as she slipped her hand between them and grabbed him again. He finally broke the kiss, attempting to regain his breath. He winced as he felt her grip him tighter. She ran her hand up and down, the fabric of his pants making it painful. But he hesitated to stop her. There was pleasure in pain, and Stacy was giving him both in large amounts.

Stacy undid his pants and let them fall around his feet. He was wearing boxers and Stacy gripped him through them. She was enjoying this. Finally, she heard the door slam shut as the other two divas walked out.

"Damn baby," Randy breathed. He leaned his arm on the wall beside her to maintain his balance. His forehead was pressed against hers andStacy could feel his hot breath. Despite her feelings of animosity for him, Stacy wanted to continue what they were doing. But she couldn't. She removed her hand and leaned back against the wall. She smiledcoyly as Randy glared at her.

"Finish what you started," he commanded. Stacy shook her head. The look in his eyes was scaring her, but it wasn't like Stacy hadn't been around abusive men before. At this point, she hardly cared what he did to her. The only thing she cared about was the priceless look on his face.

"I wonder how everyone would like to hear about Randy Orton beggin poor lil me for sex," said Stacy. She looked up at him innocently. It was all a bluff. She would never tell anyone about this, but she couldn't help the impish desire to taunt him.

"I wonder how everyone would like to hear about Stacy Keibler giving me a hand job in the womens locker room while Lita and Victoria where here," he returned. He smiled triumphantly as he saw a flash of fear in her eyes.

"You wouldn't tell anyone," she said. Deep down, she was scared he would tell someone. But she couldn't let him know. He would pick up on her uncertainties and go after her like a shark after blood.

Too late. Randy sensed her apprehensivness and knew she was at his will. "I might have told some people about our romp in the steam room," he said acting like he didn't remember.

"You didn't," said Stacy, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

"How would you know? And if I didn't, I could just tell them tonight. Maybe if I have time I'll tell them about today too." Randy smirked at her horrified expression.

"Don't tell anyone," said Stacy, trying to keep the desperation at bay. He couldn't tell anyone. Nobody could know about her and him. She had said many times she hated him and the way he treated women. She couldn't imagine what she would do if they knew.

"I can tell whoever I want," retorted Randy, an idea forming in his mind. He started to walk away, but as he expected, he felt Stacy pulling him back.

"Look, I really don't want you to tell anyone. Please," she said lowly. She didn't want to ask him for any favors, but he held a lot of power, as much as she hated to admit it.

"What will you do for me?" he asked. He made sure to let her catch him looking at her lustfully.

Stacy's stomach turned as she saw the way he was looking at her. "I don't know. What do you want?"

"I already told you what I want," replied Randy. He stared into her eyes. "I want you."

Stacy shook her head fervently. "You're disgusting," she spat.

"I wouldn't be talking like that sweetheart," reprimanded Randy. "Not if you want me to keep my mouth shut."

"I hate you," said Stay angrily. She could find no other way to describe what she was feeling for him. She wanted to punch him in the face to make his stupid smirk disappear. She wanted to yell every bad word she knew at him. But she couldn't. Not if she wanted him to stay quiet.

"Liking me has nothing to do with anything," said Randy cooly. "In fact, things can be hotter if emotions are high. Don't you agree?" he asked stroking her cheek.

Stacy slapped his hand away and he shook his head "Tsk, tsk, Stacy. You really do need to learn to control that temper."

"Are you going to tell anyone?" asked Stacy again. She needed to know he wasn't going to say anything or else she was going to be paranoid the rest of the night. She would probably be paranoid the rest of her life, but maybe if she got him to promise her something, she would feel better.

"I wont if you do what I say," he answered. He tensed as he watched her think it over.

"If I do, then you have to promise you wont say anything to anyone," stressed Stacy.

"You have my word baby. As long as you're a good little girl, things will run smoothly."

Stacy closed her eyes. What was the other option? Say no and have him blab about it to everyone? She didn't think she could live with everyone looking at her like she was just another one of Randy's whores. She would never be able to face Trish. Or Greg.

"Fine," she said finally. She had just guarenteed he would never say anything, but she had a horrible sinking as the words left her mouth.

Randy let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't even noticed he was holding his breath waiting for her response. But she was his. With that one word, Stacy Keibler had promised herself to him. And there was no doubt in his mind that he would find ways to take full advantage of her inability to say no to him.

(X X X)

Torrie Wilson laughed as she hid against the wall. This was great. This was amazing. This was…

"Perfect." She could hardly keep herself from grinning from ear to ear.

She could not have picked a more perfect time to decide to go up to the gym the hotel offered. She could not have picked a better time to go around the corner. She could not have picked a better way to make sure she would get what she wanted.

"That idiot," she said to herself. Any other girlfriend might have been devastated she had just seen her boyfriend kissing someone she worked with, but Torrie Wilson was not like any other girlfriend. She could care less what John did as long as it didn't make her look bad. She had just been presented with a golden opportunity, and she was going to take full advantage.

She had to hand it to John, she had never thought him capable of cheating. Although he was obviously new at it. If he had been doing it as long as she had, he wouldn't have gotten caught. But this was good. Torrie knew John had a big heart. He liked to act tough, but with women he was completely different. She knew he hated to see women cry. She had used this knowledge many times. To get him to take her to expensive dinners, to buy her a necklace, and to get her slots on Smackdown.

But this was much bigger. She knew he would feel bad about what he had just done. She also knew what she had to do.

She smiled as she started walking to the gym again. The last thing John was going to do was break up with her to go out with that slut.

She would make sure of that.

Thank you all, once again, 4 the reviews! It really makes me happy and encouraged 2 write when I know that there are actually ppl out there who like what I'm doing :) CENASGRL- lol, patience... If I let everythin happen in 1 chap, I wont kno wat 2 write 4 the nxt! Thank u 4 the review, n don't wry, you'll get wat u want ;) REEMA- Of course, John wants Christy, but we all kno how stupid guys can be. SOULLESSLY COLD- I find myself liking writing the times when Stacy turns down Randy. Its so much fun 2 leave ppl wanting more. RKOSMKJNH- Yay! I was getting ansty jus keeping this story on my comp n not bein able to post it. Thanx 4 the review! G-UNIT GIRL- I'm so glad u like the story, thanx 4 the review. FIDELITAS- I luv long reviews, lol. And u definetly kno how 2 summarize everything very well n accurately. I went 2 the WWE website n it said Torrie was only takin a break. Even tho I don't write about her in a favorable light, I dont want her 2 leave! She's a real convincing heel n she plays it very well.

I'm really happy 2 actually have ppl who like n look forward 2 what I write, so thanx again! lol Review n leave sum feedback or criticism! It really helps me 2 figure out wat the hell ima write next :)