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Test rushed down the hallway in a huff of frustration. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe Stacy was reacting so badly to this.
Okay, so he'd fucked up. He knew that... Like the women at Girls Gone Wild, he too had gone a little wild. He was only relieved that the identity of the woman with whom he'd had sex hadn't been revealed. Jeez, what a huge mess that would be - not that what was currently happening wasn't bad enough.
Whoever had recorded the two of them had somehow managed not to get the woman's face on camera. And fortunately, his girlfriend - or was it now ex-girlfriend? - wasn't quite as familiar with the sight of her body as he now was.
However, Test didn't know if any of this even mattered at this point. Stacy had been furious - and crushed. She'd run out on him, and the blond man sensed that it was for good. Damn it... He didn't want to lose her.
But then, unbidden, the image of the other woman's face entered his mind, and he couldn't suppress the grin that suddenly came to his face. Stacy or not, he'd really enjoyed himself with her - he'd savored every moment, every kiss, every touch... Every moan of ecstasy that had escaped her lips as he'd been shoving in and out of her had been magical...
And he had to banish these thoughts from his mind right now - he couldn't afford getting all hot and bothered when he stepped into the women's locker room to try to get Stacy to forgive him.
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The four divas in the locker room suddenly looked up as one at the knocking on the door. Stacy glanced tearfully at Lita, as though questioning the other woman with her eyes. The redhead, in turn, glanced over at Victoria, who was the closest to the door.
The raven-haired woman rose and went to the door, but she scowled when she saw who was out there.
"What the hell do you want?"
"I want to speak to Stacy," the man replied, and the leggy blonde turned her head to stare incredulously toward the door, seeing Test's face through the crack between it and the doorway, which was all the space the other diva had allowed. Quickly, she turned away to face Lita and Trish, her mouth wide open in surprise. However, her expression was angry. How dare Test follow her here after what he'd done!
"Well, that's just too bad," Victoria muttered as she glared at the man, "because Stacy doesn't want to speak to you." She began to shut the door in his face.
"Damn it, Victoria!" Test shouted, and he gave the door a hard shove.
Despite her muscles, Victoria was still a woman, and nowhere near a match for his strength. She stumbled backward so as to avoid the door slamming into her.
Lita, Trish and Stacy all jumped to their feet in shock and anger.
"You asshole!" the redheaded diva shouted, and, unafraid of Test, she took a few steps closer to him.
"Look, you God damn bitches..." the large blond man snarled in a dangerously low tone. The women all stared at him with fury, disbelieving their ears at his overt nastiness. "I said I wanted to speak to Stacy, and none of you have the right to prevent me from doing so!"
At this point, Stacy was merely standing in her tracks, watching the man with wide, shocked eyes. She was the only diva in the room not glaring at Test with murderous thoughts running through her mind. She didn't even move a muscle as he suddenly came toward her.
Just before the blond man could make a grab for his now former girlfriend, Trish reached over to take hold of Stacy's wrist, pulling her back a few feet.
"Oh, no you don't!" the little blonde said, a gleam of challenge in her narrowed brown eyes. "If you're gonna get to her, you'll have to go through me first..."
"Is that so?" Test asked, an amused smile taking residence on his face. He actually began to laugh, and Trish felt as though she really could kill him. "Come on now, Trish - you're making this way too easy for me."
In one swift move, he lunged out and grasped Stacy by the wrist, yanking her away from the other woman, and the grip was so tight that it hurt.
"You son of a bitch!"
Stacy cried out in pain as Test dragged her out the door and into the hall. Trish, Lita and Victoria had all made moves to try to stop him, but the Canadian man had merely shoved them away as a horse would swish its tail to rid itself of pesky flies.
The redheaded diva was the first to recover, and she rushed out of the room and gave chase. Seconds earlier, Test had managed to block her would-be low-blow. Now, she would do a hurricanrana on him out here in the hallway if she had to.
"Let me go!" Stacy was begging, new tears - these of pain - in her eyes. "Please, Test! You're hurting me!"
"Hey, asshole!"
The tall man turned around to see Lita directly behind them, and before he could even react, the redhead swung her right fist directly into his face. Test let out a yowl of pain but didn't release Stacy. Instead, when he recovered within seconds, he grabbed hold of the high-flying diva's T-shirt. Lita's hazel eyes went wide, and before she could do anything to defend herself, he flung her into the wall. Stacy screamed.
And then, all of a sudden, two new voices shouted from a few feet away, and the leggy diva was free. Two other blond men were on Test in a flash, beating the hell out of him... Edge and Christian - and mostly Christian, as Edge quickly moved over to where his girlfriend was crumpled in a heap on the floor, by the wall.
By now, Victoria and Trish had rushed to Stacy's side, and the tall blonde watched the scene with part-horror, part-relief.
"You son of a bitch! Does it make you feel more like a man picking on women? Huh?" Christian yelled as his fist made contact with Test's mid-section.
The larger man made no response other than an 'oof' sound as he doubled over, clutching his stomach. The other blond was a lot smaller than him, but he was surprisingly strong.
"And if I ever see you bothering her again, what I do to you will make this look like a party!" Then, stepping away from Test and approaching Stacy, his expression softened. "Are you all right?"
The leggy blonde rubbed at her left wrist, her gaze still on her ex-boyfriend for a beat before she shifted her brown eyes to meet his blue ones.
"I-I think so..."
"Come on...Let's get out of here."
He turned his head to exchange glances with his brother, who gave him a nod, his green eyes somber. Edge had helped Lita to her feet and was now holding onto her protectively.
Together, the two blond men and the three divas stepped past the still hurting Test, walking down the hall to the brothers' locker room.