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She sat there quietly on a bench in the small park across from the arena, long legs crossed as she was deep in thought.
"Hey..."
Stacy looked up, surprised to see the smiling face that was before her. It was Torrie Wilson, her oldest diva friend in the company. The two went back a long ways to WCW, but had drifted apart in the last year and a half or so.
"Torrie... hi," the leggy blonde said with surprise. A smile came to her face as she gestured to the other woman to sit beside her - which Torrie did.
"How are you holding up?" The platinum blonde gestured with a tilt of her head, mock sympathy showing on her face.
"I'm... I'm okay," Stacy said. "Andrew and I are through - he's a complete jerk. But someone's been helping me through all this, and... I think he might love me." A tiny smile played at her lips as she thought about the blond Canadian man she'd begun to think of as her savior and possible soulmate.
"Really?" Torrie arched a brow. "And who might that be?" She leaned in closer, as though not wanting to miss out on a single juicy piece of information.
The taller blonde's smile blossomed a bit more.
"Christian... He's just the sweetest guy!" Stacy actually felt chills running up her spine as she thought about the man. "He's been helping me get through this - and the other night, he made a confession of having feelings for me."
"Aww, how sweet!" Torrie said, a smile on her face as she began to plot and scheme on how to capitalize on all this news. Little did naive Stacy suspect a damn thing, but that would only make her work even more fun. Then, quickly banishing the smile from her face, she grew serious. "Any clues in the Girls Gone Wild mystery? I mean..."
"Oh, you mean as to who the bitch in the tape is?" Stacy asked, her own smile fading. "No," she continued, shaking her head, "but she's probably just some random slut who would spread her legs for anyone."
Inside, Torrie was seething, but she didn't break her facade as she eyed the younger woman. Still, she couldn't deny that she wanted, now more than ever, to kick the crap out of Stacy, scratch her eyes out, pull out her pretty natural blonde hair by the root and generally make her cry... How dare the wishy-washy little bitch talk about her that way!
"Oh, hey... there you are!"
The two divas looked up upon hearing the male voice to see Christian heading their way. Torrie noted the way the leggy blonde's face brightened instantly at the sight of him, her body perking up with her new mood as well. She also noticed how good the blond man looked, his blue jeans fitting nicely to his form, long hair loose and flowing. The platinum blonde diva had to admit, Christian was an exceptionally handsome man... How very fun the next part of her plan should prove to be...
"I've been looking all over for you, Stacy," Christian said. He barely noticed that Torrie was even there until she said hello. "Oh, hi, Torrie." He threw a cursory glance her way before sitting directly on Stacy's other side.
The busty diva, thoroughly annoyed on the inside, stood up. Putting a false smile on her face, she announced she was going to leave them alone.
When Torrie was gone, Christian took hold of Stacy's hand.
"How are you?"
The leggy diva shrugged, then spoke.
"I'm... Well, I know I broke up with Andrew and all, but..." Her brown gaze dropped to their hands. "But I'm still angry! I never got answers... I never got any resolution."
The Canadian nodded.
"I know - and you have every right to be pissed. But he'll give you the answers you want, Stacy." His blue eyes locked with hers, a gleam of determination shining in them. "I promise I'll make him give you those answers."
She smiled weakly but genuinely, then allowed Christian to wrap her in his embrace. They stayed like that for a long while, but neither of them noticed they were being watched.