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Torrie Wilson smirked as she reflected on what had occurred only moments earlier.
The G-TV segment had gone more smoothly than she'd hoped. The woman's face, as intended, had been completely blocked off from the camera, and the only time Test's face was ever actually visible was when he'd been kissing her full, naked breasts. That had been more than enough for that little whiny pain in the ass Stacy to run backstage crying.
A cruel smile replaced the smirk on the blonde's face as she thought about how the younger diva had burst into tears the moment she'd stepped through the curtain. Stacy hadn't seen her, but Torrie had been standing nearby in the hallway. She'd wanted a first-hand glance at the young woman's pain and anguish - and boy, had it given her a thrill. It had been all Torrie could to do keep from grinning - or laughing.
Although she'd always played the part of friend and confidante, dating from back to the leggy blonde's WCW debut, in reality, Torrie Wilson couldn't stand Stacy. And that was an understatement - she despised her. She totally resented the way both companies had given her the chance to shine, only to have Stacy come around and rain on her parade.
Ever since the roster split had ended, she had wanted to be put in some great storyline. While the blonde woman certainly didn't mind having played the part of everyone's favorite diva on SmackDown - time and again outshining that bitch Dawn Marie and that little skank Nidia - Torrie wanted more than that. Oh, sure, Playboy had been a lot of fun. She'd do it again in a heartbeat - but the novelty of it all was wearing off. And in truth, she would've jumped at the chance to be put in an angle with someone like Test. It didn't matter a damn that Stacy had been dating him for close to a year before they'd been paired together on RAW. It hadn't bothered Torrie to fuck Kevin Nash while he'd still be married, so why would that bother her?
"Poor Stacy!" the platinum blonde chimed sarcastically, though no one was around to hear her. At the moment, she was alone in the women's locker room, and she actually preferred it that way. She didn't really get along with any of the other divas - except for Victoria, who was actually her best friend. Of course, if the dark-haired woman knew that she was behind Stacy Keibler's undoing, that would all change...
The blonde rubbed her hands together, a slight smile twitching at her lips as she recalled what she'd witnessed sometime earlier. She'd still been out in the hallway after Stacy had run by, and Test had chased after her.
Torrie frowned, her mouth turning down into a small pout as she remembered how overtly Test had ignored her. Hell, she'd thought he hadn't even seen her! All he'd cared about was precious little Stacy...the little bitch!
And then, after a few short minutes, as she'd hidden in a nearby corridor, she'd seen the leggy young blonde storm out of the locker room into which she and the tall blond Canadian man had argued. Stacy had then run to the women's locker room, bawling her eyes out to whoever was in there at the time.
After a few more minutes, as Torrie had slipped out of her hiding place, Test had raced down the hallway - passing directly by her but still not even so much as saying hello - and she'd been furious. How dare he ignore her like that! And especially after that night during the Girls Gone Wild extravaganza. Well, she'd teach him never to do that again...