She was positively terrified...

Unlike the other three women, she was not a wrestler, had no training, formal or otherwise - and, as she saw it, she stood no chance in the ring, even if it were in a gimmick match against someone like Torrie Wilson, Stacy Keibler or Dawn Marie.  Although the two blondes weren't exactly female versions of Chris Benoit or Kurt Angle, they still had more experience than she did.  And the brunette was getting to be pretty good after all the training she'd been receiving.  She'd never be able to go toe-to-toe with any of them.

"The nerve of that man!" Lisa snapped, her brown eyes flashing with anger.  "Coming on to each of us and making us offers he thought we wouldn't refuse!"

Amy wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"He's a poor excuse for a man..." she agreed.  "I thought I was sleeping and having a nightmare when he asked - no, told - me to go to bed with him..."  The redhead spread her arms wide in an almost questioning gesture.  "Do I really look like that kind of girl?  Or the kind of girl that any man just wants to bang, for that matter?"  She pointed to the big tattoo on her right shoulder, then stuck out her tongue, revealing the double piercing on it.  "Let's face it, girls - I'm not exactly a beauty queen..."

"Neither am I..." Nora put in.  "He's been harassing me for weeks about getting implants, losing weight and going back to my blonde hair - he finds all those 'flaws' in me and he still wants to fuck me???"

Lisa arched a brow in surprise at the other brunette's usage of the profanity.

"You two are both gorgeous..." Lilian said softly.  "And so are you, Lisa...I'm the one that pales in comparison..."

"No, you don't, sugar..." the oldest woman in the room insisted, putting her arm around the little blonde.  "You're beautiful, and so talented - I wish I could sing like you..."  Despite their bleak situation, she smiled and winked at her friend.

"I...I'm scared..." the ring announcer admitted.  "I don't want to be in the ring for anythng other than announcing - or singing..."

"Hey, it'll be okay, Lil..." Amy said, reaching out to place a friendly hand on the other woman's arm.  "The three of us have got your back.  We're all gonna look out for one another."

Lilian glanced around at each of the other divas, then back into the redhead's confident face.  "We are...?"

"Yeah..." Amy said.  "And that's a promise..."

*

The man made his way down the hall in a hurry to get to his locker room.

He was feelling a bit irritated at what he'd just heard out by the coffee spread just outside the buffet room.  But he hoped it had only been a rumor, gossip.

Chris Irvine shoved open the door of the locker room he was sharing with a friend and rushed inside.

Chris Benoit, already inside, looked up at his old friend.  The Wolverine didn't miss the agitation clearly written across the blond man's face.

"You are not going to believe the crap I just heard out there..." he muttered, hooking a thumb in the direction of the door.  "And I call it crap because one, I don't know if it's true or not, and two, it came out of the filthy hole that is Torrie Wilson's mouth..."

Benoit arched a brow, though the other man had never made it secret just how much he despised the platinum blonde diva.

"So, what are you getting at, Chris?" Benoit asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Lilian Garcia is going to be put in a match against Whorrie!" Irvine exclaimed, his clear blue eyes going wide.  "Can you beat that?  I mean, we both know Whorrie can't wrestle for shit, but she'll still tear poor Lilian to bits!"

Benoit shook his head, knowing Irvine was right - but also knowing his friend cared more for the petite blonde ring announcer than he'd let on.

"I'm gonna do something about it..." the blond man suddenly said, his gaze intense as he eyed the Crippler seriously.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know..." Chris admitted.  "But I'll think of something..."