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Victoria was still seething as, hours later, she made her way down the hallway of the hotel.
She was on her way to meet her friend, the man who'd helped her to orchestrate this elaborate plot to take out the WCW/ECW Alliance.
She knocked sharply five times upon arriving at her friend's room. That was basically the cue they'd chosen for visiting one another.
The raven-haired woman stood in wait for the person behind the door, then she heard footsteps, then a lock being turned. A moment later, the door was pulled open.
"Get in here!" the man said in a loud whisper, and Victoria rushed inside, unable to help chancing a glance over her shoulder. If anyone was to see her entering this room...
"So..." he said, locking the door behind her, then coming to sit on the edge of the bed.
The diva opted to merely stand over him rather than join him.
"What's up?" he continued. "How's everything going over there?"
Victoria rolled her eyes.
"Don't even ask..." She sighed resignedly. "You wouldn't believe what that bitch Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley is making me do!"
The man arched an eyebrow, wondering what she was getting at. Whatever the case, he knew nonetheless that the woman had a pretty short fuse and very little tolerance for certain people. Yet, at the same time, she was a kind-hearted and warm friend to him and hid beneath that tough exterior.
"What?"
Victoria began to pace back and forth before him, her hands clenching into fists as she explained.
"I am being forced - against my will - into training those two twits Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler! Can you beat that?
He made a face.
"Oh...Is that all?" The moment the words left his lips, he regretted them.
"What do you mean 'is that all?'" she practically shouted. "Do you know how humiliating that is?"
"Well, yeah..." he admitted. "I certainly wouldn't want to be in your shoes. I'm sure those two are pretty hopeless..."
"Yeah, well...I don't know how long I'm going to be able to keep this up before I explode..." Victoria said. "Pretending to be on their side is one thing, but kissing their asses is another story altogether...I can't stand that Helmsley woman, and I hate that greasy slimeball Paul Heyman!" The raven-haired woman made a face that displayed all the disgust she felt. "That jackass came onto me yesterday!"
The man sitting before her arched an eyebrow, a bit of disgust registering on his own face. He imagined he'd feel pretty repulsed himself if he were a woman the portly man had hit on.
"Don't worry, Vicki...This won't go on much longer...Just a few more days - maybe a couple of weeks at most..."
"I'll do this as long as my sanity allows me..." the woman said. "But I have to warn you - don't be surprised if I blow my cover sooner - I've been wanting to deck that blonde slut Torrie for days now..." A fierce gleam came into the diva's eyes, and her friend actually felt a chill go up his spine. Victoria could definitely be dangerous when she wanted to be - not to mention scary. One thing was for sure - he would never want to be on the receiving end of her wrath.
"Well, it should technically all be over after InVasion, if it's any consolation. And our plans will all pan out by then..."
"I certainly hope so," Victoria said. "And I'll be so glad when this thing
is all over..."