Divas

Jackie Gayda tightened her boots with a smile. Ivory had spoiled her dinner with Al Snow, but she still hadn't given up. Actually, it did just the opposite and made her want to work harder. Al had continued to help her train and each day she found new ways to touch him, in an attempt to seduce the teacher. Right now she was taking her time, but she had to go in for the kill soon because Ivory still wouldn't butt out. Al was having coffee with Bill Demott. Jackie made her way toward them, he was training with her today but right now they were on a lunch break. Bill stood up and excuse himself as the Tough Enough 2 winner approached.

"I'll see you later man." Bill nodded as he walked away.

"Hi" Jackie smiled at Al flirtatiously taking a seat next to him. Just as Bill was leaving Ivory was coming into the room.

"Do you see that?" Ivory whispered stopping Bill in the doorway.

"See what?" Bill questioned

"That little slut is trying to seduce Al!" Ivory exclaimed quietly.

"I thought you liked Jackie." Bill replied in confusion.

"That was until I realized what she's all about." Ivory insisted.

"Don't you think if she were trying anything he'd know?" Bill questioned

"He's blind, he doesn't believe one of his "kids" would do such a thing." Ivory stated

"He's a grown man. Why don't you just let him handle it?" Bill suggested

"..and let her sink her claws into him?!" Ivory gasped crinkling her nose.

"I'll see you later." Bill laughed as he walked out.

"Are you ready for practice?" Al asked Jackie.

"I'm always ready." Jackie smiled seductively leaning over, purposely knocking over a bottle of water on Al's lap. "Oops, I'm sorry!" She cried, grabbing a napkin, beginning to clean up the mess.

"It's ok." Al answered removing her hand.

"No, I insist, it's my fault." Jackie insisted with an innocent smile. She dabbed around the crotch of his pants eventually rubbing in a circular motion. Al smiled uncomfortably with a nervous laugh, he didn't know what to do. Ivory's mouth dropped open. What a whore! She stomped over to them aggressively.

"Hi guys." Ivory smiled energetically giving Jackie a look that could kill. "Jackie hon, I think we need to talk." She added with a fake smile as she glared at her.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Calm down" Stacy sighed as she furthered entered the room. She had such a good time with Jericho and now she had to deal with this.

"Calm down? Don't tell me to calm down! Where the hell have you been? I called your mother and everything!" Test ranted.

"I don't ask what your doing when your not with me in this hospital, how is it any of your business what I'm doing?" Stacy asked

"Because I'm your boyfriend! Where were you? Or should I ask who were you with?" Test demanded

"I was with Chris Jericho. Are you happy now?" Stacy admitted.

"Jericho! Baby, how many times do I have to tell you what type of guy he is?" Test cried.

"You don't know him...." Stacy began.

"...And you don't remember a damn thing, if you did you wouldn't be defending him!" Test insisted.

"He's a great guy, he's good to me, he's funny, sweet, and witty. Jericho's not this monster you make him out to be. Sometimes you just have to get to know people yourself instead of believing what other people say about them. Lots of people since I woke up, have told me the type of person you are, and the things I heard, aren't good." Stacy reasoned.

"Who said things about me? Was it Torrie? Cause I can explain.." Test began. "It was Jericho wasn't it?" He asked

"He barely talks about you. It doesn't matter who told me, that's not the point." Stacy fought back.

"Then what's the point?!" Test yelled furiously

"I'm a grown woman, I can choice my friends." Stacy explained

"You don't wanna be friends with someone like him, he's a coldhearted, self- consumed asshole! More importantly I don't want you to be friends with him, especially after what he did!" Test argued

"That's not your decision to make!" Stacy snapped angrily.

"You know what? You wanna see what type of guy your buddy really is?" Test exclaimed grabbing his duffle bag and pulling out a video. He put it in the VCR and a naked woman came on the screen.

"Oops, wrong video!" Test exclaimed slightly blushing as he quickly pulled the tape out of the machine hoping she would get angry. Stacy cringed in disgust, he was so gross! He pulled a different video from his bag and popped it in the VCR. The match where Jericho accidentally hit her with the chair played across the screen. He played it twice, as if he were trying to drill it into her head.

"See? That's the type of person Chris Jericho is, cruel, violent, and evil." Test insisted

"He apologized for that and he really regrets it. I don't remember that night or anything else. Btu I know what I've experience since I woke up, and he's a great guy." Stacy admitted

"Well, I'm your boyfriend and I don't want you hanging out with him anymore!" Test growled

"I'll hang out with whoever the hell I wanna hang out with!" Stacy yelled

"I don't trust him, how come all of a sudden he wants to be your friend? What if he want to hurt you, or what if he's just trying to get into your pants? Test exclaimed. "If he hasn't already." He muttered. Stacy glared at him outraged.

"He is nothing like that, and neither and I!" Stacy yelled instantly feeling insulted.

"How do you know? You don't even know who you are! This is crazy!" Test huffed.

"He visited me today for no reason, and he took me out of this stupid hospital. Sometimes I feel like your trying to keep me locked up in here!" Stacy confessed furiously.

:I'm trying to keep you protected and safe! When you do get out your walking back into your old life, which you know nothing about. The fans are gonna wanna see Stacy Keibler and you don't even know who Stacy Keibler is anymore." Test argued.

"I AM Stacy Keibler! Even if I can't remember, that's who I am! I'll decide what's right for me." Stacy cried suddenly feeling strong and independent. She didn't know if this was how she behaved before, but she wasn't gonna let anyone walk on her now.

"Your not being friend's with Jericho and that's the end of the story!" Test ordered.

"Get out! Get the hell out!" Stacy screamed. If he was this big of an asshole now, she had no idea how she dealt with him for so long.

"Stacy...." Test began

"Get out, I mean it, get out!" Stacy demanded. He angrily stomped out of the room, slamming the door so hard that vase of flowers fell to the floor and smashed to pieces.

~*~*~*~*~

Rey tightened his boots in the locker room.

"Hey man, I heard you were stuck cleaning up Torrie's mess last night, again." Brian Kendrick began with a smile slapping Rey's back.

"Yeah, that must suck, you have all the chores of having a girlfriend and none of the perks." Brock Lesnar laughed

"Plus, you have to see her hooking up with other guys all the time." Brian added. "You think she'd at least give you something for putting up with it." He teased. Rey looked at them awkwardly, why were they acting as if he wanted to be with Torrie?

"Were just friends. I care about her and I don't want to see her get hurt. That's why I put up with it." Rey shrugged.

"You don't put up with all that for a girl you wanna be just 'friends' with" Brock teased.

"That's not true." Rey insisted. He had tons of girls that he was just friends with. "But I am getting sick of it." He admitted.

"I know what you need! Brian Kendrick, that matchmaker, at your service!" Brian suggested.

"So, first you sing telegrams, then you streak naked, then you Spanky the rapper, and now you're a matchmaker?" Brock joked as Brian gave him a playful nudge and rolled his eyes at the comment.

"Hey, that was to get in the WWE, I would have done anything. And I still am Spanky the rapper, yo! But what Rey needs is Brian that doctor of love." Brian smiled as Rey and Brock looked at him oddly.

"What are you talking about?" Rey questioned.

"You need a girlfriend. Instead of spending your time taking care of Torrie, maybe you should focus on developing a relationship with someone." Brian explained.

"That still doesn't help me with the Torrie thing. What if one of these night she goes too far and does something she regrets?" Rey asked.

"Man, that's not your problem. Torrie shouldn't even put you in that position. She's a grown woman." Brock reminded.

"It's as simple as this, name a girl you like." Brian smiled "How about Nidia?" He suggested.

"Please, tell me your joking?" Rey replied as Brock laughed at the suggestion.

"Ok, how about Stephanie McMahon?" Brian offered.

"No, she's not his type." Brock answered suddenly in a stern tone.

"Oh yeah, than what's my type?" Rey asked raising and eyebrow.

"Not Steph" Brock answered

"Uh oh, does somebody have a thing for Stephanie McMahon?" Brian teased.

"Does somebody want to be F-5ed?" Brock growled.

"What? Come on, Rey didn't do anything." Brian answered pretending not to know Brock was referring to him.

"I honestly don't really like anybody." Rey admitted

"I'm sure you can think of one person." Brian reasoned "What about Trish Stratus?" He asked. Brock and Rey both laughed at him.

"I hardly even see her because of the roster split, and not only that but she practically has 'Property Of Jeff Hardy' stamped on her forehead." Rey chuckled

"She and Jeff may breakup a lot, but they always get back together. Sometimes I couldn't imagine her dating anyone else. It's like she waits for him to dump her, then waits for him to come back. Sometimes I wonder if her does it just because he knows he can and she'll just sit back and take it." Brock admitted

"Alright, what about Stacy Keibler?" Brian questioned

"We would make the oddest couple in the world." Brock reminded.

"Yeah, he'd break his neck just by looking up at her." Brock cracked up.

"Plus, she's still with Test, and is also on Raw. She lost her memory too, and is still in the hospital. I feel bad for her." Brock nodded in agreement.

"Test's not that bad." Brian shrugged as Rey and Brock laughed.

"Dumbass" Brock chuckled.

"Hey! That could hurt Rey's feelings." Brian pouted. " How about Ivory?" He asked

"She's really energetic, she'd be able to keep up with you." Brock nodded

"Yeah, but would he be able to keep up with her?" Brian laughed

"She's loud, which isn't a bad thing. I don't know, I don't think so." Rey shook his head.

"How about the lovely Lita?" Brian suggested

"Yeah, she definitely gives redheads a good name." Brock agreed with a grin.

"Isn't she dating Matt Hardy?" Rey questioned

"I heard they broke up a few weeks ago, she thinks he's gotten too cocky. I guess she doesn't like the 'Mattitude,' and your both high-flyers" Brock shrugged

"I don't think so." Rey replied. It wasn't that he didn't like these girls, he just wasn't looking for a relationship.

"Now your just being picky!" Brian accused

"Man, you suck at match making." Brock accused.

"Do not! How about Molly or any other Diva!?" Brian cried in frustration.

"No, I just don't want a girlfriend." Rey insisted.

"Oh, then I guess he should have listened in the beginning of the conversation." Brock joked.

"I know, how about the only person I haven't mentioned? How about Torrie?" Brian teased.

"Would you guys stop saying stuff like that?" Rey asked in annoyance as John Cena approached them.

"That's pathetic dawg, she'd got you pussy-whipped and you ain't even getting any!" John laughed grabbing his balls. "Word life!" He added. Just as Rey was about to go after him, Brock and Brian restrained him as John laughed walking out of the room.

"Don't let him get to you. He's a punk." Brock reassured.

"Well, I'm not giving up on getting you a girlfriend. Torrie needs to realize that your not a doormat." Brian warned as he made his way toward the door.

"If I wanted a girlfriend I'd find one!" Rey called as the door slammed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Bubba and Lita sat next to each other in the cafeteria. She laughed at his humorous comments. Most people didn't know how funny Bubba could be. He loved to joke around. She and Bubba got along well, and he was a good friend. She hated seeing his heart break each time he had to see Jeff and Trish being affectionate. Or, even worse when Jeff was being an asshole, and dumping her.

"What would D-Von do if he knew you were cracking gay jokes about him?" Lita asked with a smirk.

"I'm not joking! He has a collection of women's lingerie. I think he's even stolen some of your things." Bubba insisted.

"You know, I have noticed some of them missing." Lita joked

"A leopard one, zebra print, pick and purple ones, ring any bells?" Bubba teased

"Do you know how many thongs I have? I have every kind you could think of." Lita replied.

"So does D-Von." Bubba nodded as D-Von came up from behind them.

"What does D-Von have?" D-Von questioned Bubba.

"A good sense of humor." Bubba grinned as D-Von slapped his back.

"Bubba was just telling me some interesting stories." Lita smiled trying not to laugh.

"Like what?" D-Von questioned

"That you weren't into girls, and that your always trying to hit on him even though your related. He also said your ex-boyfriend's name is Herb" Lita explained remembering all the stories that Bubba had made up.

"Man, I'm not gay!" D-Von cried punching Bubba in the arm.

"See? He's always looking for ways to touch me" Bubba pointed out with a laugh.

"Your not funny. Why do you have to lie? You know I'm not gay." D-Von ranted.

"It's just a joke." D-Von laughed

"Do you know how many people would be offended by your jokes?" D-Von asked

"Then they need to lighten up. I'm just joking." Bubba repeated "Lita laughed" He added.

"D-Von have you seen a pair of leopard print things?" Lita asked with a smirk.

"What?" D-Von asked scrunching his nose in confusion.

"He's probably wearing them right now." Bubba bursted out laughing as he and Lita cracked up.

"Well, what is that suppose to mean?" Trish asked. Bubba, Lita, and D-Von al look over at her. Trish had been talking to someone on a cell phone a few feet away and she looked upset. Bubba looked away from the beautiful Canadian as he shook his head. He assumed her knew who she was talking too. Right now he was probably breaking up with her. Lita sighed as she looked over at Bubba. She practically knew what he was thinking. What made it worse is that she was thinking it too.

"Maybe she's talking to some family" Lita suggested although she knew it was doubtful.

"We all know who she was talking too." Bubba answered quietly suddenly in a foul mood. His expression had completely changed.

"We don't know that for sure." Lita insisted

"You know what? I'm tired of putting up with it. Trish is an idiot if she keeps going back to him and were idiots if we keep feeling sorry for her when she makes the same mistake over and over again. I'm sorry, but I'm not an idiot, and I'm sick of it, I'm not putting up with it anymore. Let her got cry on someone else's shoulder." Bubba declared angrily as he stood up and stamped off before Lita or D-Von could say a word. What he said was only a part of what he was feeling. He felt like screaming 'why does she want to be with someone who treats her like shit?' 'Why am I invisible to her?' 'Why do I want what I can never have?.'

Lita ran a hand through her red hair. She had never heard Bubba speak that way about Trish. She never thought Jeff's stupidity would end a friendship. She knew it also had to do with Bubba's own hidden feelings for Trish. Which he seemed to think no one was aware of. If Jeff didn't do the things he did it would probably be easier for Bubba, because then he could just bottle his feelings up and know that Trish was happy with someone else. But all Jeff seemed to do was hurt her, which ate him up inside. Why would she rather be with someone like that, rather than him? Lita slumped over and put her head in her hands.

"What am I probably wearing right now?" D-Von asked in confusion with a dumbfounded look on his face. Lita looked over at him with a serious expression on her face, then burst out laughing. She couldn't believe he was still thinking about a joke that happened ten minutes ago. Trish hung up the phone in distress. First she lost the women's title to Jazz, and now this. She got up and walked out of the cafeteria with an upset look on her face. Lita sighed as she watched her leave. She contemplated following her, she wasn't positive if what she thought had happened was correct, but she knew by the look on Trish's face that she could probably use a friend.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Steve Richards leaned back against the wall in frustration. He had been listening to Victoria's ranting for over an hour and she was still going on.

"That bitch has my title Stevie! It's mine!" Victoria cried with a crazed look on her face.

"At least Trish Stratus doesn't have it." Steven reasoned trying to comfort her. This only seemed to further infuriate the psycho Diva.

"It's mine! It's mine Stevie! It's mine!" Victoria yelled at the top of her lungs. "No one else can have it! No one!" She ranted.

"Baby, your gonna get back your title." Steven reassured as Jazz came walking down the hall alongside Rodney Mack. Victoria trembled as she stared at her angrily. She was holding the women's championship. She was holding Victoria's championship, her child, her life. That title meant everything to her and she had been even more insane than usual without it. She needed it back. It was hers!

"The bitch is back" Jazz exclaimed proudly, noticing Victoria glaring at her. "And this time, this title is going no where" She promised with a smug look that further irritated Victoria's already troubled state.

"Yeah, so look at it one last time cause it's the closest you, or any other woman in the WWE will get to it." Rodney agreed with a smile. "Whitie is no longer gonna hold us down!" He declared. Steve glared at him with a crazed look in his eyes. He remembered when he use to be the one in Jazz's corner. Jealousy swept across him.

"That title is mine!" Victoria snarled for what had to be the hundredth time. Steven attacked Rodney out of nowhere. Victoria screamed excitedly as she enjoyed watching the brawl. "Get him Stevie! Kick his ass!" she yelled. Jazz pulled Steven off Rodney and gave him a hard slap across the face. Steve shoved her with great force. Victoria was about to attack Jazz as she studied the expressions on both Jazz, and Steven's faces. Jazz let out a sick laugh and Steve smiled psychotically. He grabbed her by the hair and she gripped a chunk of his hair as she clawed his back with her other hand. Victoria looked back and forth from them beginning to twitch. She really didn't like the way they were looking at each other. She tackled Jazz to the floor as Rodney broke them up and pulled Jazz down the hall. Jazz left laughing in Victoria's face. Victoria kneeled on the floor with a crazed look.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Rey walked into the hall. He appreciated Brock and Brian's help, but He didn't need a girlfriend, that's not what this was about, and it wasn't gonna solve anything. He was just concerned about Torrie and they were making it into a bigger deal than it really was. He began to walk down the hall when he heard a familiar voice call his name.

"Rey" Brock called as Rey turned back around.

"What's up?" Rey questioned

"I found the perfect girl for you." Brock grinned placing his large hand on Brock's shoulder.

"I'm not interested" Rey shrugged.

"Don't be so hasty. This girl is top quality." Brock reassured as Mae Young approached them.

"Hey baby." Mae smiled grabbing Rey.

"Oh god, I'm really not interested!" Rey exclaimed beginning to feel sick. Mae began to kiss Rey's mask as he struggled to push her away Brock laughed in amusement.

"Have fun, I heard she's an all-nighter!" Brock laughed as he walked away. Rey frantically searched for a way to get out of this. The Fabulous Moolah came up from behind them and began to pull Mae away from Rey.

"Come on Mae, your so embarrassing." Moolah insisted as she pulled her along. Rey cringed.

"Ugh." He uttered. He felt a well-manicured feminine hand touch the back of his shoulder. He turned around ready to see Torrie standing behind him.

"Hello Rey-Rey." The beautiful blonde purred with a seductive smile.

"Sable." Rey uttered.

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