Divas

What do you mean who am I? I'm your boyfriend!" Test exclaimed

"I don't remember" Stacy began suddenly realizing she didn't even remember who she was. She glanced around the strange room.

"You don't remember me?" Test uttered.

"I don't remember anything" Stacy admitted

"Nothing? Not even your name?" Test asked with tears forming around the rims of his eyes. She nodded her head "no." He soon realized she didn't even know who she was, she couldn't remember anything.

"Your name is Stacy Keibler. I'm your boyfriend and you're a WWE Diva. Is this jogging your memory at all?" He asked

"What's a WWE Diva?" Stacy asked in confusion.

"You're a woman wrestler. The WWE is the biggest wrestling company in the world today. This all happened because of that asshole Chris Jericho! You accompanied me to the ring that night, and he swung a chair at me, and accidentally hit you." Test groaned remembering the painful details. "Stacy, I love you, I'm so sorry." He added as he kissed her. She didn't remember him, or her feelings, she didn't love him, she didn't know him.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember." Was all Stacy could seem to say.

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Eric Bischoff had installed F-view cameras in all of the Raw superstars locker rooms. Trish entered her personal locker room, not remembering the F- view cameras, or the invasion of privacy. Just as she was about to pull of her shirt, there was a knock on the door. It was Jeff Hardy.

"Hey" Jeff smiled

"Hi" Trish answered

"I heard you have a women's championship match against Victoria" Jeff began as he walked in and sat on her coach.

"Yeah, but it's nothing to worry about, I plan on getting that title back" Trish explained

"You know how she is, be careful" Jeff warned.

"I will" Trish smiled as she got on top of him and kissed him. The entire arena had been viewing this thanks to the F-view cameras. No one was aware of any type of relationship between she and Jeff.

"Oh my god, what's she doing!?" King cried from the announcement table.

"She should be aloud to have privacy! We shouldn't even be viewing this! This is wrong!" JR commented.

"You don't have to watch it if you want, I'll tell you what happens" King joked

Trish then stood up and pulled off her shirt "I was just getting ready to take a shower. You wanna come?" Trish asked seductively. Jeff quickly followed.

"I wanna come! What does she want with Jeff anyway!?" King cried frantically.

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Spike and D-Von Dudley made their way down the hall when they spotted Lita. She was still out with an injury, but had a job announcing for Sunday Night Heat.

"Hey Lita" D-Von greeted

"Hey Guys" Lita smiled.

"So, how's Matt?" Spike asked

"Um, well, He's Matt, Version 1" Lita answered rolling her eyes. There was a time her boyfriend was a nice guy.

"How about Jeff?" D-Von asked

"He's probably with Trish right now" Lita guessed

"Their still together?" Spike asked

"I give it a week" D-Von laughed

"I actually kind of feel bad for Trish. If he wants to be with her, then he should be with her, but if he doesn't, he should stop playing games and just get his head straight." Lita sighed.

"They sure as hell go back and forth enough" Spike agreed

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Jazz stormed down the hall angrily. She had taken care of Trish, and now she would take care of the bastard ex-boyfriend of hers. She and Steven Richards were still dating after she was injured. He didn't even have the decency to break up with her, he just started dating Victoria when she was gone. She was literally gonna kick his ass. She burst into Victoria's locker room, where she knew she'd find the backstabbing cheater. She approached him angrily. Steven was quickly on guard and backed away from his former girlfriend.

"Jazz, I can explain" Steven insisted fearfully.

"Jazz." Steven began trying to calm her down. He knew she could be just as aggressive as Victoria. He knew what they were both capable of, and he didn't want to be on the receiving end of her anger.

"Explain what!? Explain how you went from dating me and wearing "I Miss Jazz" T-shirts on Sunday Night Heat, to being some bimbo's puppet!" Jazz screamed

"Bimbo!" Victoria ranted in a psychotic voice, pulling at her own hair, as she walked into her locker room. "I'm a bimbo!" She yelled as she swung at Jazz. Jazz ducked and slammed her head into the locker. She kicked Steven in the nuts and laid hard punches across his back. Victoria attacked her from behind. The two went at it in a gruesome fight. Steven fought to break them up.

"Stop it! Don't you see? We shouldn't be fighting, we should ban together! You both hate Trish Stratus! Together, Trish will never get this title back!" Steven reasoned referring to the women's title.

"Trish? Victoria shouldn't worry about her, because I'm the biggest threat to the title!" Jazz declared.

"This championship is mine!" Victoria yelled. The ladies once again, began to fight.

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