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"Now, you remember what you have to do, right?" the blonde woman asked in a near-demanding tone, her eyes serious as they focused on the dark-haired woman standing across from her.
"Yes - I have a terrific memory, and besides, Shane and Stephanie already went over all of this," she replied, feeling more than her patience could withstand.
"Good...because Stacy and I are counting on you to back us up..." Torrie Wilson said, the fake-looking smile the other woman so despised taking form on her face as she exchanged glances with the taller, skinny blonde on her left. Then, "Um...What's your name again?"
The dark-haired woman tried her best to hold her temper in check - and with this thoroughly infuriating woman, it wasn't easy.
"Victoria..." she replied. Inwardly, she thought, It's not like it's so hard to remember, you ditz! Not to mention that this bitch's name was part of her name...
"Yeah...right," Torrie replied, that ridiculous grin still on her face but growing wider. "Okay, cool..."
Victoria glanced at Stacy Keibler. The leggy blonde actually looked as though she might have a bit of a brain inside her head - a vast contrast to the brainless airhead beside her - but one wouldn't know that what with her apparent reticence to utter a single syllable.
"Okay, then..." Torrie said. "Um...then I guess we'll see you later..." She gestured to the other blonde, who sort of shrugged, giving the raven-haired woman an almost questioning look before bounding away with Wilson.
Victoria was glad when they were gone and she was alone in the divas' locker room. Since there were currently only the three of them, she believed she would get plenty of privacy - which was exactly what she would require in her job.
The woman sat down and rummaged through her purse, relieved she didn't have to deal with Torrie Wilson anymore for the night. Having to answer to Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley - the rich, snobby, bossy heiress - was bad enough, but she could stomach that. Having to listen to the likes of the bleached bimbo with the overinflated silicone valley of a chest was more than she could stomach. She couldn't stand the woman and suspected the only reason the other one, Keibler, followed her around the way she did was because she had no other choice.
Victoria pulled her cell phone out of her bag and pressed some buttons as she stood up and went to the door. She locked it, as she couldn't afford anyone waltzing in and overhearing her conversation. Better to be safe than sorry, right?
Nonetheless, she kept her voice soft as the person on the other end answered.
"Hey - it's me...No major news to report just yet..."
"How's it treating you over there?" the man on the other end asked.
"Ugh, don't even ask..." the dark-haired woman responded, making a face of disgust despite her friend's obvious inability to see her. "Well, it's okay - people aren't giving me a hard time or anything, but I do so despise that human Barbie doll Torrie Wilson..."
"Yeah, I hear she's really something else," her companion said. "A few of our guys even told me she hit on them..."
"Well," Victoria said, "give them my deepest sympathies..."
The man laughed. He liked this woman.
"Okay - will do...I better go now...if someone should come along-"
"Yeah, me too," the woman said, glancing toward the door. One never knew what Torrie Wilson was capable of. For all Victoria knew, the blonde could be hiding outside the door, listening in on her.
"Cool...Hey, hang in there, Vic - okay?"
"I'll do my best..."
After exchanging hushed goodbyes, the black-haired diva ended the call
and folded her cell phone before replacing it in her purse. Then,
she sat back down and sighed as she mentally rehearsed her next steps in
this game...