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Chapter 2

For some reason Stacy had done everything on her power to avoid being anywhere near Randy. She was doing a good job of it until the WWE has to seat her next to him off all people, at the Taboo Tuesday press conference. Since her encounter with randy, Lita had married Kane and lost her baby because of Gene Snitsky. Randy had also proved everyone who doubted him wrong when he won the World Heavyweight Championship.

Stacy had felt like going right up to him and saying "I told you so" when Evolution turned on him after he won the belt. At the same time she had actually felt bad for him. After all, he had earned the title and it was taken away from him far too soon. If it weren't for Evolution HHH would have never even won the World title. Of coarse none of this changed the fact that Randy was still a cocky jerk. The fans backing him didn't changed who he was.

Stacy stood along side Shawn Michaels, Trish Stratus, and Chris Benoit waiting for the press conference to begin. Each superstar would enter separately but they all knew where they would be seated. Stacy spotted Randy from across the room and his eyes locked with hers. He gave her a cocky smile and puckered his lips at her. She glared at him. Their little encounter that had happened a while ago must have really inflated his head. She didn't know how his ego could get any bigger. She knew it was her own fault. What had she been thinking? It was a stupid mistake and it would never happen again. The way Randy was looking at her was making her feel violated. She wanted to look away but she couldn't, she was almost in a trance.

"Hey Stacy, you got a little dribble on your chin." Trish taunted with her catty tone. She followed Stacy's gaze and grinned with amusement.

"I wasn't..." Stacy began as her cheeks turned red.

"I don't really know why he'd want you anyway. I mean, no offense or anything but you’re not really much of a conquest. After all, half of the guys in the back could have you. Let's look at your track record David Flair, Test, Scott Steiner, you get the point. I know there's plenty more but I don't have all day and the press conference is about to start." Trish snickered with a bitchy smile.

"That's rich coming from you!" Stacy snapped.

"Whoa! Easy sweetie, I'm not trying to offend you. I'm just saying this as a friend. You wouldn't really be anything but a victory for Randy to brag about. But then again, maybe sleeping with Randy would actually do you good. You know, break you out of the habit of dating wrestlers who are only used as time fillers. I know, maybe you can sort of sleep your way to the top!" Trish smiled excitedly and then let out a cackle.

"You mean the way you did? Sorry Trish, that's not my style. I'll leave the whoring up to you. Besides, I can't stand that arrogant jerk so you’re way off base. As a matter of fact, I like him just about as much as I like you." Stacy sneered.

"Eww, your a dike? Sorry Stacy but I don't swing that way, try Torrie." Trish retaliated.

"OH, you mean Torrie Wilson? The won that beat you and won the Divas swimsuit cover?" Stacy smiled wickedly. Trish glared at her.

"So what?! The fans obviously have awful taste or their doing some kind of drugs. Torrie looked fat on the cover. She should start working out more because she's getting beefy." Trish whined in defense.

"Yeah, sure. Then of course, there's the fact that I beat you as the Internet Babe Of The Year." Stacy reminded with a smirk. Trish was fuming now.

"That was a fluke!" Trish cried. "I'm the Women's Champion, think you can beat me in the ring?" She challenged getting in Stacy's face. Everyone knew Stacy wasn't much of a wrestler.

"Ladies, simmer down." HBK smiled stepping between them and placing an arm around both of their shoulders. "Let's save it for Taboo Tuesday." He added with a grin.

"You right Shawn. We wouldn't want Stacy to be hospitalized. Then she wouldn't be able to come out to the ring, bend over and show everyone her ass. Because you know that's all she's good for. Anything else would actually require talent." Trish agreed with a sneer while she glared at Stacy. Stacy gave her a venomous scowl.

"Yeah, and we wouldn't want Trish to possibly bust a breast implant." Stacy laughed. Trish was flushed with anger and the conference was about to start. HBK continued to stand between them so that they couldn't fight.

"Ladies, you can rip each other apart later. Right now, we need you both in one piece." HBK joked.

"Well, at least I can back it up. She's all talk." Trish replied rubbing the Women's Championship and stealing the last word.

The conference had started and the WWE superstars were slowly introduced. Stacy looked back over at Randy who was waiting for his cue. His jaw was firmly clench. He looked really good today. She shook those thoughts from her head. That's exactly what she didn't want to think. He threw her a glance and began to smirk. She suddenly realized she had been staring at him! She had been staring at him and he caught her! Now he was wearing the cockiest grin ever. She felt really stupid. She could only imagine what he was thinking. He probably thought that she wanted him, or that he had her where he wanted her, but he was wrong. All the wrestlers had finally entered the room and the press conference began.

Stacy took her seat next to Randy while Vince McMahon got on the mic. Vince began to speak as the excited fans listened intently, probably more interested in hearing from the talent. Randy sat back in his seat scanning the room until his eyes fell upon Stacy. She fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair pretending not to notice him looking at her. She could practically fell his eyes on her. Her heart was beating faster and faster, or at least it seemed like it was. He finally took his eyes off of her and her eyes wandered to him. He locked eyes with her as soon as she looked at him and she immediately looked away. She seen him smile out of the corner of her eye and it really irritated her. Was he doing this one purpose? Was he trying to play some kind of game? He was giving her so many mixed emotions. One minute she felt an attraction and wanted to kiss him, the next minute she wanted to slap him.

She suddenly felt something warm and smooth graze her knee. Randy had rested his hand on her leg and wore a slight grin. She glared at his grimy hand for a brief moment before pushing it away. She looked up from her lap and smiled at the crowd. She didn't want them to think anything was wrong. Randy smiled and put his hand back on her knee. She shoved his hand away and gave him a dirty look hoping he'd get the hint. Apparently he didn't get the hint because once again his hand found her leg and this time he began caressing her smooth knee. He moved his had a little up her leg and Stacy tried to push his hand away, but he had gripped her leg.

"What are you doing?" Stacy whispered angrily. She shoved his hand away.

"What?" Randy asked innocently pretending to be confused.

"What do you think your doing!?" Stacy repeated quietly in a hostile tone.

"Shh...I'm trying to listen." Randy grinned referring to the press conference. The superstars had one by one begun addressing the crowd with their individual thought. She knew damn well he didn't care what anyone had to say about Taboo Tuesday.

Randy placed his hand back on Stacy's leg, working his way up her thigh. He eyes darted at him. She once again tried to push him away but it was no use. There was nothing she could do. She didn't want to cause a scene, walk out of the press conference, or even move seats. The risk of pissing off Vince or getting fired wasn't worth it. Randy began to rub her leg as she glared at his hand. She was going to give him a verbal lashing once this was all over. She nervously fidgeted when his hand began to move further and further up her thigh. When his hand was slightly underneath her skirt they locked eyes and he wore a mischievous smile. He knew there was nothing she could do, or maybe he figured she wouldn't do anything. No one in the crowd could see what he was doing and the WWE superstars were equally oblivious. The table and its long black cloth were blocking him. Stacy let out a long sigh and gave him a pleading look.

"Will you please get your hand off me?" Stacy whispered.

"Shh!" She heard one of the other WWE superstars warn. Randy grinned and let out a small laugh. Stacy glared at him. The sick bastard was enjoying this. He continued to rub and caress her thigh until he slipped his hand to her inner thigh. She quickly grabbed his hand and he smiled once again. He really was enjoying this. He was too close for comfort. She pulled and pulled but she could remove his hand and a couple of people were beginning to give her weird looks. She finally stopped struggling and tried to pretend as if nothing was going on. Randy had been sitting there the whole time completely unfazed while everyone was looking at her as if she were some kind of weirdo.

He moved his hand up and down her inner thigh and in and out of her short skirt. With each stroke his hand moved in deeper and deeper. Each time He was getting closer to grazing her delicate center, which was only covered by thin lacy material. She began to breath more rapidly and he was actually making her hot. She wanted him to touch her. She grabbed his hand, which had been up her skirt and pushed his hand in deeper. A triumphant smile spread across Randy's face but she didn't seem to notice. It felt too good to care. She began to rub his hand against her center. She rubbed his hand against her labial faster and began to push deeper growing more intoxicated by the feeling. She began lightly gasping while Randy wore the same smug grin. He began to work his hand himself and she removed her own hand making it even harder not to cry out. Her gasping was getting hard to control. She continued to try and look as normal as possible but he was driving her crazy. Her face and the back of her neck were feeling damp. She felt his fingers move her thong over and her center began to throb. He couldn't do this here! Was he really trying to torture her? She bit down hard on her bottom lip and clenched the tablecloth with her fingernails as once of his fingers worked it's way inside of her. Randy abruptly removed his hand when he was called to speak.

She let out a sigh of relief and disappointment. If it had went any further she knew she would have lost it. She couldn't believe what they had just done. She should have been angry and pissed off but as much as she didn't want to admit it, he made her want it. He made her yearn for more. She knew nothing good could come of this. Nothing good could come out of any type of relationship with Randy. She touched her mouth and realized her bottom lip was bleeding. When the conference was over Randy threw her a cocky smile before walking off. She already regretted everything that had just happened but she couldn't deny how good it had felt.

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Lita stood in the locker room staring in the mirror with her hands over her stomach. Taboo Tuesday had already passed and it was a couple weeks after Survivor Series. Lita had finally gotten her hands on Trish, and even broken the evil vixen's nose. The door swung open and Stacy entered the locker room. Lita snapped out of her trance and removed her hands from her abdomen. Stacy frowned sadly. She must have been thinking about the loss of her child.

"Oh, hey Stacy." Lita greeted her with a smile.

"If you want to be alone, I can come back..." Stacy began.

"No, it's ok. So, what's up?" Lita asked.

"Not much." Stacy shrugged. "So, are you upset about Kane? I mean, you seemed concerned about him after what Gene Snitsky did at Taboo Tuesday. I was just wondering...if maybe your having feelings for him?" She asked. It was a question a lot of people had been wondering, the way Lita looked at Kane seemed to have changed. She went from disgust to concern. It could have just been the miscarriage, but Stacy couldn't help but wonder. If Lita was feeling confused over her feelings for Kane then maybe she could use someone to talk too.

"I don't hate him anymore and yeah I was concerned." Lita admitted. "You saw what Snitsky did to him. No one's ever done anything like that to Kane. I was really hoping Kane would destroy that bastard Snitsky. It wasn't just me, we both lost our child. Kane suffered through the same kind of emotional pain that I had to endure. I seen a side of Kane that I had never seen before. He wasn't only concerned for the baby's well-being, he was concerned about me too." She explained looking away. She had never told anyone that. All she had ever said was how much she hated him and how she was looking for a way to get away from him.

"Do you..." Stacy began to ask hesitantly.

"Do I what?" Lita questioned.

"Do you love him?" Stacy asked.

"I love Matt. I just really hope he's gonna be ok." Lita answered.

"I'm sure Matt will be fine and back in no time." Stacy offered with a smile.

"I was talking about Kane. I hope he's gonna be ok." Lita repeated. "I guess I'm kind of confused. All I really know is that I still love Matt." She added. It didn't seem like Lita knew what she wanted.

"You completely destroyed Trish at Survivor Series." Stacy remarked bringing a smile to Lita's face. Something had changed about Lita after everything she had been through. Lita's actions sort of reminded her of Kane. The way Kane was violent, brutal, and relentless. He showed no mercy on his opponents. Maybe some of Kane had rubbed off on Lita, that plus all the hell she had been through.

"She had it coming to her. Now she has to cover her beautiful face with that ridiculous mask." Lita laughed sarcastically.

"Oh, what a tragedy." Stacy joked with a smile.

"Hey girls." Victoria chirped cheerfully as she entered the locker room.

"Hey" Stacy and Lita both replied.

"You guys would not believe what happened...." Victoria began to explain. Somehow Stacy had gotten lost in her own thoughts and completely missed Victoria's story. Why could she stop thinking about him? Even when she tried to think of something else, there he was. She highly doubted he thought about her like this. She ruled out the possibility of liking him, how could she possibly like him? He was an arrogant jerk who thought he was better than everyone else. Maybe it was just a physical thing, which would obviously make more sense. He was after all gorgeous, cocky, but gorgeous. He had an appeal to him and she could tell he knew how to make a woman's toes curl. She really needed to get her mind off of him.

"Hello? Stacy! Did you hear a word I just said?" Victoria called snapping Stacy out of her trance. Of coarse she hadn't, she had been too caught up in thoughts of Randy. She really wanted to slap herself.

"Sorry, what?" Stacy asked.

"My story, were you even listening?" Victoria smiled.

"Sorry, I must have spaced out." Stacy answered honestly.

"Something on your mind?" Lita asked. Stacy couldn't tell them any of what happened. She couldn't even tell them what she had been thinking about. They would think she was crazy and she was beginning to feel that way herself. She had to keep what she was feeling to herself. Besides, it's not like this thing with her and Randy would go any further.

"No, not really." Stacy shrugged.

"You sure? You looked like you were thinking about something." Victoria added as all three ladies exited the locker room and begin walking down the hall.

"Nope, I was just daydreaming." Stacy lied.

"Well, I guess I'll see you guys later." Victoria said as she turned the corner with a wave.

"Lita, can I ask you a question?" Stacy inquired.

"Yeah, sure." Lita nodded.

"What would you do if you were attracted to someone you knew you should be attracted to?" Stacy asked. Lita thought about this for a moment.

"I don't know if I'm the best person to ask that question to." Lita admitted.

"Why?" Stacy asked.

"You have no idea how many people told me I should be with Matt after the first time he broke my heart. That guy has put me through a lot. I guess I've put him through hell too after everything with Kane and the pregnancy. But I never intentionally tried to hurt him the way he did to me sometimes. I was trying to protect." Lita explained.

"So why did you forgive him? Why did you keep taking him back?" Stacy asked in a heartfelt tone.

"I guess love." Lita shrugged. "You can't choose who you love. The heart wants what it wants." She added. Stacy nodded. She could rule that out. She definitely wasn't in love with Randy.

"Is Matt who you really want?" Stacy asked. Lita grinned.

"Why are you asking me so many questions? Is there someone I should know about?" Lita smiled raising an eyebrow.

"No." Stacy smiled looking away.

"Well, if your not telling, neither am I." Lita smirked.

"There's this guy, but it's nothing. I just can't figure out why I'm attracted to him." Stacy answered.

"How do you know it's nothing?" Lita asked.

"Because, trust me I know. Not only do I not want anything to come of it, but this guy is a cocky, arrogant jerk." Stacy explained.

"Oh god, it's not Christian is it?" Lita exclaimed.

"Eww, no!" Stacy exclaimed.

"Oh ok, I was gonna say you could do way better. Why settle for Trish's sloppy seconds?" Lita reasoned.

"It's not CLB." Stacy reassured.

"Well, I'm stumped. You just described half the guys in the WWE." Lita replied shaking her head. "I'm headed towards the parking lot." She added making her way towards one of the exit doors.

"Ok, I'll see you later." Stacy called.

"You want a ride?" Lita asked.

"No thanks, I have some stuff to do." Stacy answered as Lita shut the door. Stacy continued to walk down the hall and turned the corner running right into Gene Snitsky. She let out a gasp of shock when she hit his hard wall-like frame.

"Where's your friend?" Snitsky asked in a taunting tone referring to Lita.

"Why don't you just leave her alone? She never did anything to you!" Stacy snapped.

"Excuse me?" Snitsky asked angrily closing in on her immediately making her regret her outburst.

"I..." Stacy began to stutter.

"Who the hell do you think your talking to?!" Snitsky demanded pushing her up against the wall.

"Please..." Stacy began to beg shutting her eyes.

"What's going on here?" Stacy heard a voice call. She opened her eyes to see Randy Orton. Snitsky turned to face the Legend Killer.

"It's none of your business." Snitsky growled.

"Oh, ok." Randy shrugged and just as Snitsky was about to redirect his attention to Stacy, Randy's fist met with his face.

"...then I'll make it my business." Randy grinned. Snitsky got in Randy's face angrily. Randy cringed, he was pretty sure Snitsky's toxic breath wasn't good for his pores.

"Your gonna regret that." Snitsky warned as he walked off.

"Um, thanks." Stacy uttered awkwardly. This was their first real confrontation since the Taboo Tuesday press conference. They had passed by each other a few time here or there and and shared a few stolen glances but this was their first real confrontation.

"No Problem." Randy shrugged nonchalantly running his hand through his hair.

"We seem to be running into each other a lot." Stacy remarked.

"Well, if you'd quit following me." Randy replied with a cocky grin.

"You wish." Stacy answered rolling her eyes.

"I don't know why you even bother denying it, especially after the way you guided my hand up your skirt at the Taboo Tuesday press conference." Randy smiled deviously. Stacy's face twisted with rage and she opened her mouth to bitch him out but nothing came out. What could she even say to that?

"Whatever you say. We both know what really happened." Stacy retorted walking passed him as he grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going so quickly?" Randy grinned. "You know you wanted it. You can't honestly say you didn't." he insisted.

"Do you think you could have me? Huh? Do you really think you could have me Randy?" Stacy questioned stepping closer to him so that they were only inches apart. This was a question she wasn't even sure of. If he wanted to play games, she could play them right back.

"I know I could." Randy replied with a cocky smile oozing self-confidence. Stacy let out a small laugh.

"You couldn't keep up with me." Stacy promised with a tempting smile.

"I'd break you." Randy laughed.

"Yeah, ok." Stacy chuckled rolling her eyes.

"Wanna find out?" Randy challenged with a naughty grin. Stacy's jaw dropped. She didn't know how to react. She figured she would just play with him. She hadn't planned on actually doing anything. "Didn't think so." He laughed. She wasn't about to let him think he had won this little verbal exchange by getting the last word. It already felt like he had more control over this situation than she did. Before he could walk away she impulsively stepped in front of him. He looked at her a bit surprised by the move. She mustered even more confidence, and grabbed him by the crotch backing him up against the wall. Randy gasped in utter shock. She grasped his manhood in her hand firmly but not tightly enough to cause pain. A small smile spread across her face. She titled her chin upright and raised her face to his. She licked in between his parted lips and placed a small kiss on his bottom lip.

"Sorry, I'm a good girl." Stacy smiled sweetly releasing him. She turned on her heel with a winning smile and sauntered down the hall. Randy's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe it. He was almost speechless.

"Tease!" Randy called with a surprised laugh still registering the way Stacy had just behaved. She looked back with a wicked smile. Randy grinned as he walked up the hall. He had a feeling things were just heating up between him and Stacy. She'd be the perfect addition to his many conquests.

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Stacy was still smiling when she turned the corner. She actually felt good, like she had some control now. Was she only fooling herself? She wasn't the type of girl to have just a physical relationship, at least she wasn’t anymore. Her short fling with Mr. McMahon had been her only experience in doing something like that and she had felt almost force into it. She thought when he made her his assistant it meant his assistant, nothing more. Vince honestly made her skin crawl. She hadn't felt like she had had a choice. Vince was obviously no Randy, with Randy there was a genuine attraction. Yet she still could imagine having a pure physical relationship. She would feel so slutty and used, even though in a sense she would be using him too. Could she and Randy ever be anything more than just that? She doubted it. She nearly laughed at the thought.

"Stacy." A feminine voice called. Stacy turned around to see Molly Holly. What could she possibly want?

"Hey Molly." Stacy greeted her with a smile still unsure of her intentions.

"I seen you talking to Randy." Molly continued.

"So?" Stacy replied almost wincing. She really hoped Molly hadn't seen their entire exchange. The last thing she needed were rumors flying and everyone making her out to be a whore. Nothing would happen to Randy of course, she would be the one who was judged and labeled. "What did you see?" She asked hesitantly.

"Just you two talking closely." Molly answered.

"So?" Stacy repeated a bit relieved.

"I know were not really friends, but if you know what's good for you and you have any self-respect at all, you'll stay away from him." Molly advised.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Stacy asked. Why would Molly even care?

"When was the last time you heard of the Lady Killer, Randy Orton having a girlfriend? A real girlfriend?" Molly questioned. Stacy thought about this and the truth was, Molly had a point. She had never heard of Randy having a real girlfriend, ever. "Do you really think you can actually change that? Do you really think you can change him?" She asked emphasizing the word really.

"What makes you think I even want to? What you saw was completely innocent." Stacy insisted. "Why do you care anyway? Are you jealous?" She asked sharply.

"Jealous?" Molly nearly laughed. "Why would I want that conceited, arrogant, cocky, heartless, disgusting manwhore? He's practically a walking STD, no thanks. I just would want to see you or any other girl get hurt when it can be prevented. You know what his type is like. I just wouldn't fall too hard if I were you." She explained. Stacy nodded as Molly walked off, she still wasn't sure why Molly was concerned but she appreciated the advice. But what could Molly possibly know about it? She probably never even had sexual urges, her legs were locked so tightly. It definitely gave Stacy something to think about. The truth was she never really thought things through when she was with Randy. She only thought about it afterwards, which was why she had tried to avoid him in the first place. That strategy obviously wasn't working. Maybe she should just go ahead, be wild, and do it. What's the worse that could happen as long as she didn't get attached? After all, you only live once. No matter what, you can't control your emotions and the truth was she could end up getting hurt if she wasn't careful. Her heart and mind told her to stay away, her body was a different story.

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