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Stacy Keibler sat with her head in her hands, body hunched forward, and she was dangerously close to tears.
No one seemed to notice her, or how upset she was, as all the other divas in the locker room were distracted by their chores. Everyone else was either fixing her hair or makeup, dressing or chatting. Victoria happened to be sitting several feet away, putting on her knee brace. To the leggy blonde's surprise, however, the raven-haired woman rose and headed in her direction.
"Hey... What's wrong? You look like you just lost your best friend..."
Stacy shrugged helplessly.
"I'm just feeling a little down..."
Victoria sat down beside the younger woman, a sad smile coming to her.
"Well, I gathered that much..."
Stacy ran a hand through her long blonde hair and sighed.
"I just think I'll never get a fair chance in this company," she said. "I mean, I'm no wrestler - I'm no you. But it would be nice to be put in a decent storyline for once, you know?" She'd hated having to deal with Test after their bitter breakup, but even moreso with Scott Steiner - the man was a creep and had hit on her more than once during her tenure as his manager. Of course, Test being a jerk as well hadn't been much help.
Victoria smirked.
"Tell me about it," she said. She too knew all about poor storylines. Of course, the dark-haired diva hadn't really had any storylines in a few months. She'd been tossed into the Women's title picture erratically but had gone nowhere with it. Then, just over a week past, Steven Richards had dumped her, calling her a 'loser.' "I'm afraid the writers don't take us too seriously, my dear." A sad expression took form on her face.
"Not only us," Stacy put in. "I saw Rob in the hallway a little while ago, and he looked madder than I'd ever seen him. He was upset because of Triple H..."
"Well, who could blame him?" a new voice spoke as Lita approached the other two divas. "RVD is one of the most talented wrestlers I've ever met - and he has to job out to Triple H, who's nowhere near in his league in the ring." The redhead shook her head. "We all know the only reason Hunter gets ahead so often is because of Stephanie... And that's hardly fair."
"Definitely not," Victoria remarked in agreement.
A fourth diva came to stand beside her redheaded friend.
"And that's not the worst of it," Trish Stratus spoke. "I just heard Triple H is now writing for RAW!"
Stacy's brown eyes looked sad.
"That's really... bad..." She shook her head in dismay.
"If that's true," Lita said, "then it's not only the guys who are going to be in trouble..."
Victoria arched a brow at the other diva's comment.
"Oh, that's just great..." Trish muttered. She crossed her arms over her chest as she recalled how the egotistical, sexist jerk they were discussing had hit on her a couple of times in the not-so-distant past - despite his relationship with Stephanie McMahon. Plain and simple, Triple H was a womanizing pig who slept around on his fiancee time and time again. He'd tried to add the blonde Canadian to his list of women, but Trish had flat-out refused him - and she hadn't been nice about it, either. Ironically enough, immediately after she'd told him off, Hunter had tried to go after Lita as well.
Because of the way they'd stood up to the man, it could only mean trouble for them if he was now writing for RAW. Trish wouldn't put it past the burly leader of Evolution to book them - plus other divas - in bra and panties and other equally degrading matches.
Stacy looked up at each of the other women with big, sad eyes. She truly looked young - and lost.
"What do we do about it?" she questioned, a nervous and even scared look coming to her face.
Lita smirked bitterly as she met the tall blonde diva's eyes.
"I'm not so sure there's anything we can do..."