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"Shit!" Test shouted as he pressed a hand to the back of his aching head.
He'd just peeled himself up from the floor after getting his clock cleaned by Edge and Christian - well, mostly Christian. Damn it! The shorter blond was a hell of a lot stronger than he looked - that was for sure.
He winced as he limped painfully down the hall to his locker room. All he wanted to do was get his stuff and get the hell out of the arena. Damn that little asshole Christian - he should have known the other man had the hots for Stacy...
He'd moved his hand from the back of his head to his throbbing jaw, promising himself he'd put some ice on it as soon as possible.
As he pushed his way into his locker room, Test was taken aback to see that someone was inside, apparently waiting for him.
Torrie Wilson offered him a big smile as she uncrossed her bare legs and slowly walked over to him.
The blond man moved his hand from his aching face, his eyes widening somewhat in his surprise.
"I saw what happened out there, Test..." the diva said, the smile waning somewhat as she neared him. Now directly in front of him, she reached out with one hand and placed her palm flat against his cheek.
"Poor baby..." Torrie crooned. "But you know what? Stacy doesn't deserve you..." The platinum blonde's smile widened again, and Test couldn't help but think there was something sinister behind that otherwise lovely grin.
He didn't want to think about that right now. In fact, with Torrie touching him and everything, he didn't want to think of much of anything at all at the moment - aside from her. He smiled at her, allowing one arm to slip around her narrow waist.
"That's better..." she purred, moving her lips close to his ear. Then, reducing her voice to a whisper, she spoke again. "Wasn't it clever that my face wasn't captured in that video footage?" She followed that question up with a little giggle.
Before Test could say a word or pull back to stare at her in surprise, Torrie crushed her lips against his, kissing him passionately. The Canadian had no choice but to kiss her back, for he was completely helpless and under her spell...
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"Okay," Christian said to the little group as he stood over them. They were in his hotel room, and they were trying to figure out who might be behind the whole G-TV thing.
He shifted his blue eyes to a worried-looking Stacy.
"Who do you know who would dislike you so much as to pull a stunt like that?"
The tall blonde diva winced, but she knew it must be true - someone had deliberately set out to hurt her by recording her boyfriend in the act with another woman. Either that, or else they were trying to do her a favor by showing her what a no-good, rotten, two-timing, cheating scumbag Test was.
"I...I don't know," Stacy admitted, her voice sounding small and weak, even to herself. She honestly had no clue who could behind this thing. And at the moment, she wasn't sure she even wanted to know.
"I have a guess," Edge suddenly offered. He and Lita were sitting together cozily on a nearly plush armchair, the blond man's arm around the diva's waist. The redhead was seated upon her boyfriend's lap, lazily playing with some long golden strands of his hair. "Maybe Stephanie was behind it...She and Test were once engaged to be married, and...Well," he continued, noticing the looks of disbelief on the faces of all the divas in the room - except for Stacy, who merely looked confused. "It's just a thought. I don't know."
"Baby," Lita said, "Stephanie despises Test, and she had even before she duped him into thinking he was going to be marrying her when she'd already wed Triple H. I can't see it being her."
"Could it be Chris Jericho?" Victoria voiced, glancing around the room at the others. As she continued, her gaze fell almost exclusively on Stacy. "Everyone knows how much he hates Test and how he's given him nothing but trouble for the past couple of months. I mean...who else could it be?"
"Vic's got a good point," Trish said with a nod. "I think Jericho is behind all of this. Besides, he doesn't like Stacy, either. I think he'd like to see her hurting." She shifted her chocolate-brown gaze to the tall young diva, who stared at her with a hurt expression on her face. "Sorry, Stace..." After a beat, she continued. "Anyway, in this fashion, Jericho kills two birds with one stone - he hurts Stacy, he hurts Test."
Christian nodded, then swung his gaze back to the leggy blonde before him. "I think you may both be right..."