Disconnected

Notes: This takes place after RAW 10/16/06...well during it. I decided to write this because when I found out that Torrie was getting divorced, not that I'm a fan of her, I just kind of wanted to try and express what she would be feeling.

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There I stood, alone in my bra and panties, I had just lost another match. Feeling no reaction to the fans cheering because of my skimpily covered body, I walked backstage with a grim look on my face. I felt no remorse for anyone, nor did I care about what everyone thought about me. My divorce was about to become final and I had no one in the world. I had betrayed my mother when I posed for playboy. My father never gave a rats ass about me…he only cared about wrestling. And now my soon to be ex-husband was leaving me.

I looked up at some of the faces as I passed down the hallway, I knew what they wanted to ask me. Did he cheat? Did I cheat? The answer…is simple. Nothing happened…we just grew apart. I stayed with the company that I'm starting to grow to hate and my husband couldn't find a job beyond the indies. Of course there was jealously…he began to hate me for what I was achieving with this company and I couldn't blame him. Nor did I want to.

I finally reached my locker room, slowly pushing open the door, I walked in. I refused to smile or even look at anyone. I had no ones support with the failing of my marriage…and I didn't care. I ignored everyone and grabbed my things. I walked out of the locker room and out of the arena doors.

As the cab pulled up to some trashy hotel, I got out with my suitcase. I hurried into the hotel lobby and at the desk. I got a room and a key to go with it. I jogged up some stairs and opened up the door to my room. Walking in, I set my suitcase down on the floor before clasping onto the bed.

I felt my hot tears stream down my face. My whole world was falling apart and no one seemed to care. As I sniffed away my tears, I heard my phone start to ring. Sighing slightly, I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi." Said a rough mans voice.

I sniffed, "Baby?"

There was a stiff silence between the two, "I'm just calling to ask where you want the papers sent."

I wiped her eyes while saying, "Please don't leave me. I promise that I'll quit…we can be happy again!"

"I cant do this anymore."

"Is there someone else?" I meekly asked.

"No." He firmly said. "I just don't think that I'm in love with you anymore."

I felt the tears stream down my face, "But I love you…and I--"

"Torrie." He stated, "Where do you want me to send the papers?"

I sighed softly, "I don't care."

"I'm sending them to you lawyers."

"Fine..." With that I hung up the phone and laid back down on the bed. I felt the tears start to begin more frequently until I was sobbing.

My phone started to ring again, but this time I ignored it. I didn't want to talk to anyone…no one could make me feel better and no one could make me feel any worse. I knew that I was alone now…and all I felt like doing was throwing up.

I ran into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. After I was done throwing up anything I had eaten today, I sighed while laying on the floor of the dirty bathroom. This wasn't what I wanted. I am Torrie Wilson…I had everything and now I've lost everything.

A/N: Well that's it. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to just end it there. If you want me to continue…review and tell me! We'll see if I can think of anything else to write for it. Thanks for reading! And please review!! -Princess