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Victoria groaned as she surveyed the other two women in the center of the ring.
She was doing her utmost best attempt to train Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson, but the two blondes were only making her dizzy - they were that bad...
Neither Alliance diva could even properly apply a move as simple as a hammerlock, and it was giving her a headache. On top of that, it was infuriating her to no end, because it was making her look bad. After all, she was the one acting as their teacher.
"Um...Victoria, how's this?" The question came from Stacy, who'd just grabbed Torrie's wrist and had whirled around to lock the platinum blonde into position.
"Huh? Well, I'll be damned..." the raven-haired woman said, the tiniest trace of a smile touching her lips. "You've finally got it, Stacy!"
The leggy blonde smiled with pride and accomplishment, a slight blush forming on her face. She was apparently a fairly modest person.
"Cool..." she said. "I'm sorry it's taking me so long to learn..."
Victoria's heart softened a bit toward the girl. It was obvious that Stacy was really trying. Torrie, on the other hand... Well, she wasn't so sure about that one...
"I can do that!" the bosomy WCW diva exclaimed, as though in competition for Victoria's approval. Quick as a flash, she yanked herself free from Stacy, then grabbed the other woman's wrist and made an attempt at a hammerlock of her own.
"Ow! Torrie, you're hurting me!"
"Let her go, Torrie! It's not supposed to hurt!" the dark-haired woman cried. "And if it does, you're doing it wrong..."
The platinum blonde's face fell, then took on a frown, as though of disapproval. As she released Stacy, who immediately rubbed her aching wrist, she spoke again.
"I don't see what the point of all of this is...I wasn't hired by WCW to wrestle - only to stand there and look beautiful...I hate this training...
Victoria wanted to roll her eyes at the complaint and the statement preceding. God, but this Torrie Wilson could be annoying - and wasn't that an understatement!
"Oh, come on, Torrie - I think it's fun..." Stacy said. "I'd love to learn how to wrestle..." She smiled.
The muscular diva nodded her approval. Stacy Keibler was all right in her book. She was thankful she didn't have to put up with two Torries.
"Well, I wouldn't..." the other blonde said with a small pout, her arms crossing over her large chest. "I might mess up my hair or makeup or something..."
Or, God forbid, you might break a nail... Victoria felt as though her patience were not only wearing thin, but at its end. It took everything she had not to blow up at the woman.
"Fine..." she said. "Then, do you want the WWF divas to kick your ass? Because that's what'll happen. Stacy and I will be able to fight, and you won't - but believe me, Lita, Trish Stratus and Jacqueline are not going to just let you 'stand there and look pretty.'"
Torrie's eyes widened with the fearful prospect of being beaten severely by the women of whom Victoria had just spoken.
"Okay - you win...Show me that move again..."
As Victoria was deeply involved in further trying to train Torrie, she failed to notice the man sitting up in the bleachers, watching.
Had she looked up, she would have noticed the combined look of awe and approval
on his handsome face...