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Torrie Wilson's smug, perfect face still wore an evil smile as she strode down the arena hallway.
She'd taken great interest in the conversation she'd just heard between Stacy Keibler and Lita. And she'd made certain to conceal the fact that she'd been eavesdropping on the other two women...
She found it funny, ironic even, that the tall, skinny blonde diva had already found herself a savior. Actually, that wasn't exactly conducive to her plans. Torrie's intent was for Stacy to hurt - to suffer - and here, Christian was ruining everything for her. And boy, did she resent the blond man for it... Well, maybe she'd just have to go and lure him. He'd probably prove no challenge at all for her to get into bed... After all, she'd already bagged at least one-quarter of the boys in the back. Stephanie McMahon had nothing on her - despite the ribbing Chris Jericho always gave her.
The smug, overly confident smile returned to the platinum blonde's face as she suddenly reached the door to Test's locker room. The big man surely would be pleased to see her. She knocked quickly, biting her lip and glancing around shakily as she waited.
"Who...?" Test stopped abruptly as he spotted her standing just in the doorway.
The blonde diva instantly made her way inside, making certain to keep every one of her movements sexy and sinewy. She batted her eyelashes seductively, her grin returning as she knew the effect and power she held over this large man. She simply reduced him to putty... And that satisfied her more than any sexual act ever could...
"Hi there, baby..." Torrie crooned, her hands instantly caressing sensuously over her own surgically-enhanced body. "You know, I couldn't stop thinking about our latest encounter...and I find myself getting all hot and bothered because of it..."
"Oh, is that so?" Test asked, a grin now firmly in place on his arrogant countenance. He allowed her to step into his embrace, and Torrie was instantly on him, her mouth seeking his in a hurry...
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Trish Stratus started down the hallway of the arena, pulling her left elbow pad up to adjust it when she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
The little blonde frowned at the sight just a few feet away from her.
Y2J Chris Jericho stood by the coffee spread just a little ways ahead. He was helping himself to a cup of brew when Trish recalled the conversation between herself and her friends from the previous night... They'd established a belief that Jericho was the jerk who was behind the GTV showing of Test with another woman. Well, it had been Victoria's suggestion, and the Canadian diva and everyone else alike had agreed that the blond loudmouth was the most obvious suspect... Yes, Jericho would enjoy destroying Stacy...
Trish inched forward, closer to the annoying man, her hands on her hips. She eyed him menacingly as she spoke.
"Well, if it isn't the assclown of the WWE..."
The man looked up, surprised, but when he saw her, a smirk formed on his face.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't the original slut of the WWE..."
Trish's eyes went wide with shock that quickly transformed to anger, and then, reaching out, in one swift move, she slapped Y2J across the face...