Torrie continually pounded on the door with her fist. Why was he making such a big deal out of this? He wouldn't even talk to her! He was being ridiculous. Maybe sleeping with Jeff was wrong, but what did it have to do with Rey? The door finally swung open, and there he stood unmasked wearing only his boxers. He didn't look too happy to see her.
"What do you want?!" Rey exclaimed looking annoyed.
"I want to talk to you." Torrie answered softly.
"Well, I don't want to talk to you." Rey snapped. Torrie pushed her way into his hotel room as he slammed the door behind her with an exhausted sigh.
"I don't understand why you're so mad about this!" Torrie cried.
"Maybe because I actually care about you!" Rey exclaimed.
"It's not like I was hurt or anything. Jeff didn't force himself on me." Torrie reasoned.
"You don't get it." Rey replied shaking his head. He was so tired of this.
"Than explain it to me!" Torrie cried in frustration.
"Torrie, you behavior has gotten out of control. It's like you don't even car about yourself any more. Everyone knows Jeff is with Trish, and you slept with him? What does that make you look like?" Rey explained while Torrie began to tear up.
"What I do with my body is my business, and nobody else's. I don't care what people think about me. They can think what they want." Torrie replied defensively. "Is that what you think? That I'm some kind of slut?" She questioned.
"No, of coarse not." Rey answered quietly.
"Then what do you think?" Torrie asked searching his eyes.
"I think your beautiful, intelligent, sweet, funny, talented, adorable, kind, sexy, amazing, Torrie I think the world of you. Your everything a woman should be and your one of my good friends, which is why I hate seeing you, do this to yourself. You deserve so much more." Rey admitted sincerely. Torrie moved closer to him as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Is that the only reason you care so much?" Torrie asked.
"What do you mean?" Rey questioned softly as he wope away lonely tear from her face.
"Is that the only reason you care so much, because I'm your good friend?" Torrie repeated.
"I care about you for a lot of reasons." Rey admitted. Torrie gazed into his eyes and moved in even closer. He blinked and exhaled slowly, looking her up and down. He couldn't figure out what was making his heart pound so fast. This was Torrie; he has known her for years. She smiled softly; she had never once seen him look so nervous. It just made him look even cuter. She placed her hand on his face and gently brushed her lips against his. She looked into his eyes after the small kiss, and Rey smiled bringing his lips to hers once more. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands found her waist as the kiss became more passionate.
Somehow they had fallen back onto Rey's bed and Torrie was on top of him, straddling his waist. She was devouring his lips hungrily and his hands had found their way up the back of her shirt. Her hands roamed his muscular chest freely as he gripped her hips. He really wanted her and he could tell she wanted this too.
"Torrie, wait." Rey gasped breathlessly in between kisses. He gently moved her off of him and onto the bed next to him.
"What's wrong?" Torrie asked curiously.
"We shouldn't do this. At least not right now, not yet." Rey answered almost biting his tongue. What was he doing? Millions of men would kill to be in his position. He could have his way with Torrie right now if he wanted too.
"Why not? We've known each other forever." Torrie smiled. He was the one guy she actually really wanted to be with and she wasn't even drunk. She actually wanted this to mean something, and with Rey she knew it would. He would be sweet, gentle and delicate with her. He wouldn't just discard her when they were done and she knew that. Rey was the one guy she didn't mind sleeping with too soon because she no matter what it wouldn't be a mistake.
"I want too, it's just...I don't want this to be a one night stand." Rey tried to explain.
"So, you think I sleep with guys on the first night all the time..." Torrie began growing offended. She couldn't exactly blame him after walking in on her and Jeff and witnessing her past behavior, but he had no right to judge her. She wasn't a slut. She hadn't slept with a different guy every time she went out.
"No, it's not that..." Rey insisted.
"We've know each other for years..." Torrie continued angrily.
"Torrie, you misunderstood me. I think we've both been through a lot these past few weeks. If something happens between us I want it to be special for the both of us and I want it to be the right time. I love you Torrie." Rey explained sincerely. Torrie's eyes softened, she understood what he meant. No man had ever cared that much for her. When they had an opportunity to "get some" they just took it and considered themselves lucky. Rey was different.
"I love you too." Torrie admitted looking deeply into his eyes. Rey squeezed her hand gently as he leaned in and softly kissed her lips.
Trish had done enough crying over him, this was it! She hastily got out of her car and entered the hotel. She fled up the stairs and down the hall until she reached his hotel room. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for this confrontation. She knew she should have done this a long time ago but she was too stupid, too blind, too in love. Love had robbed her of any sense, as it often does to even the strongest of people. The beautiful woman so many people admired has been made weak and pathetic. She was truly ashamed. She was finally ready. She pounded on the door and twisted the knob but it was locked. She continued to pound harder and the door suddenly swung open. She was afraid as soon as she seen him all of her nerve would disappear.
"Who is it?" Jeff called as he opened the door sounding irritated. He rolled his eyes. He should have known. He wasn't in the mood for this. He didn't feel like fighting with her right now. Trish pushed her way past him and he shut the door. She glared at him as he turned around. "Trish..." Jeff began rubbing his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up!" Trish yelled with fury. Jeff looked at her in shock then his face twisted with anger. Trish continued to glare at him amused by the surprised look on his face. That's right, she must have forgotten, she wasn't supposed to have a backbone when it came to him.
"Don't talk to me like that!" Jeff demanded in a harsh tone.
"Oh, but it's ok for you to treat me like shit?" Trish exclaimed.
"I didn't swear at you." Jeff replied.
"Yeah, the things you do are much worse." Trish yelled emotionally. She couldn't let herself cry, not this time. Whenever she thought about everything he had put her through, it made her want to breakdown.
"I'm sorry about Torrie ok? I never meant to..." Jeff began.
"You never meant to hurt me?! That's what you every time! Along with I'm sorry, and you'll change, and you won't do it again!" Trish cried. "How could you do this to me Jeff?" She sobbed. Jeff let out a deep sigh, he had tried to apologize, wasn't that what she wanted to hear?
"I'm..." Jeff began again.
"Don't you dare say your sorry!" Trish warned enraged. Sorry meant nothing to him, it was just a word. Love didn't mean anything to him either. Her feelings didn't mean anything to him. She didn't mean anything to him. "How could I have been so stupid? I'm such an idiot." She exclaimed in disbelief.
"No, your not." Jeff insisted softly.
"Yes I am Jeff, because only an idiot would put up with your shit. I'm done. I'm finally done. I'm over this and in time, I'll be over you. This is the last time you'll ever hurt me." Trish promised with a determined glare.
"To be honest Trish, I didn't cheat on you with Torrie. Technically, we weren't really together." Jeff reasoned as if that were the only reason she had to be angry or fed up with him.
"Please tell me your not serious? Who was trying to get who back at the party?! You were trying to get me back! You know what? You think whatever you want if it'll make you feel better. I know the truth! Your just an asshole who was never worth my time." Trish declared angrily.
"If I'm such an awful guy then why did you stay with me? Why did you always come back? You always come back Trish." Jeff reminded in an icy tone.
"I was stupid and in love, but not anymore. I really hope someday you grow the fuck up. You're such a pussy! You just lost the best thing that's ever happened to you. Have a nice fucking life!" Trish snapped storming towards the door. She slammed the door behind her so hard she could hear the walls shake. She leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief. She had finally done it. She felt stronger than she had ever felt in a long time. She took a deep breath and actually smiled as she walked down the hall, something else she hadn't done quite enough. She actually felt good. This was the first time in months she could say that. She and Jeff were over and she didn't feel like dying. She couldn't wait for Raw. Her friends and family would be so proud of her.
Bubba exited the hotel most of the WWE superstars were staying in and was about to head for the parking lot when he stopped in his tracks, he spotted one of his close friends sitting on a bench all alone. She had a serious expression on her face and looked as if she were deep in thought. She almost looked upset. Why would she be upset? If anyone should be upset right now it was him. He made his way towards her and she didn't seem to notice he presence until he was right next to her. She gave him a slight glance, then continued to look off into the distance. Bubba studied her with his eyes as she tucked a red strand of hair behind her ear. She was being quiet. He was usually good at figuring out what was wrong with his friends. Trish usually had the same problem, which was of coarse, Jeff Hardy. Jeff seemed to be the only reason Trish was ever upset. Lita used to get upset over Matt, but she hadn't in a while.
"Hey." Bubba said finally with a light nudge and a smile.
"Hey." Lita echoed with a smirk and then returned her attention to her surroundings.
"What's wrong?" Bubba questioned.
"Nothing. I was just thinking." Lita shrugged.
"About?" Bubba inquired.
"Nothing." Lita repeated with a shrug.
"Did Matt do or say something that upset you?" Bubba interrogated.
"No." Lita shook her head.
"Because you know if he did I'll kick his ass..." Bubba continued.
"No, he didn't do anything." Lita smirked. "I'm completely over him." She added.
"Then what is it then?" Bubba asked.
"Nothing, I was just thinking." Lita insisted.
"About?!" Bubba repeated continuing to push. He wasn't going to give up.
"Everything. Life." Lita exclaimed. There was no way her would accept such a vague answer. She knew he wasn't going to quit until she told him. Why is it when people tell their friends that they don't want to talk they still insist on pulling it out of them? All she wanted to do was to sit here in silence but that obviously wasn't going to happen. She looked back into his gentle eyes and it just made her want to keep her feelings to herself even more. She quickly looked away again.
"Can you elaborate?" Bubba questioned. "Come on Lita, you know you can tell me anything. I can tell there's something on your mind so spill." he insisted. She let out a sigh. She just knew he wasn't going to give up. Why did she have to see him of all people right now? She was feeling vulnerable.
"I was thinking about you." Lita replied finally.
"What about me?" Bubba questioned in surprise with a puzzled look.
"Let's just say I know how you feel." Lita shrugged. Bubba's forehead crinkled as he thought about this. She didn't know when he looked cuter, when he was being serious or being a total goofball. How could Trish have not noticed him? "I mean I understand how you feel about Trish and how hard it is to be in love with someone who doesn't even see you." She continued sadly.
"Are you talking about Matt?" Bubba asked still looking stumped. Although he had a good idea this wasn't about Matt.
"No, I'm completely over Matt Hardy." Lita laughed. His name made her practically want to vomit. "I old you that." She reminded. Then suddenly it clicked.
"Lita, do you have feeling for me?" Bubba questioned hesitantly. Lita looked away quickly, completely caught off-guard by the question. She wasn't expecting that. Bubba looked at her a long time perhaps waiting for an answer. He looked at the ground with a sigh and rolled his eyes. How could he have been so oblivious? This whole time that he was in love with Trish, and putting himself through hell but watching her get hurt by Jeff, Lita was in love with him. Lita had to sit back and watch him get hurt. Without even realizing it he had put Lita through the same torture Trish had been putting him through. He felt like shit. How could he have been so blind? He didn't even know what to say. Did he have feelings for Lita too? He had never even considered it. He had been too infatuated with Trish to notice anything else. The silence was becoming really awkward an almost torturous. Lita couldn't take it anymore.
"I should go." Lita announced jumping up abruptly. Maybe she would go hang herself. Ok, so she was being a little too dramatic. She has just spilt her heart out and she felt awful. Why had she even started to tell him? She should have just kept it to herself.
"Lita wait!" Bubba demanded grabbing her arm. He still didn't know how to feel or what to do. He wasn't even sure if he had any control at all by this point.
"Bubba...just let go of me! I don't have feelings for you ok? I was just depressed and feeling lonely. I never said I had feelings for you." Lita insisted breaking free of his hold.
"You're lying." Bubba replied flat out. Damn it! How the hell could he tell?! Now she was getting upset.
"No, I'm not!" Lita snapped.
"Yes, you are." Bubba said.
"Why do you care anyway? I'm not Trish Stratus, remember?" Lita snickered coldly.
"That's not fair..." Bubba began growing agitated.
"I know, your right it's not fair. The truth is, it doesn't matter how I feel!" Lita answered. She refused to let her eyes well up and she refused to cry, but it felt as if she had no control. She could feel the tears. She fought her hardest to hold them back.
"Yes, it does! Lita, you know I care about you." Bubba insisted.
"Yeah, as a friend." Lita replied rolling her eyes.
"But you want more?" Bubba asked. Lita shook her head sadly. What, did he want her to say it?!
"I'm not doing this!" Lita exclaimed walking away. Bubba chased after her and once again had a hold of her arm.
"We're friends, I need you to be honest with me. Don't be like me Lita. If you care about somebody let them know." Bubba explained.
"You want the truth? The truth is I started falling for you after Matt and I broke up when I returned from my neck injury. You were such a great friend to Trish and when I came back and started hanging out with Trish, I got to see that side of you. Your funny and you make me laugh. Your strong, you don't let anyone you care about get hurt. If you can do something to protect them you do it. You're intelligent, witty, and kind-hearted. Your cute and adorable like a big teddy bear. Your everything I want, but you're in love with Trish and she's everything you want. There's the truth." Lita cried tears finally rolling down her cheeks. She really didn't want to cry. Bubba stared at her intensely. She turned to walk away and he gripped her arm.
"Lita, I'm sorry..." Bubba began remorsefully.
"Don't apologize!" Lita snapped ripping her arm away. That was the last thing she wanted to hear. She didn't want his pity she still had her dignity. He couldn't take that. Bubba grabbed her arm once more.
"Listen to me! I'm sorry I was such an idiot. I had no idea how you felt about me." Bubba explained sincerely staring at the only person who had seen through his fake smile. Why hadn't he seen through hers?
"How could you have known? You were too busy chasing after Trish to notice." Lita shook her head.
"Lita, you've been a really great friend. Every time I've been upset about Trish you've been my support, my shoulder. You're truly a beautiful person. Your funny, you have a unique style, and your different from any woman I know. But most of all, you've always been there for me." Bubba replied.
"You've always been there for me too." Lita sniffled. When she and Matt kept going back and forth he was the first to comfort her and tell her she didn't need him. She could stand on her own two feet all by herself.
"If there's one thing I know, it's that I don't wanna lose that. I don't wanna lose you." Bubba admitted.
"Your not gonna lose me. I'll always be here for you." Lita promised emotionally. This was really killing her. Why did she have to fall for him?
"I know you will." Bubba smirked, as he said this he softly caressed her face with his hand. His hand was rough and gentle at the same time, just like him. His touch felt good against her soft skin. His lips were mere inches from hers. This was the closest they had even been to each other. There was only one way to find out if he felt anything for her. As close as they were, she still wasn't expecting this. He brought his face down and pressed his lips against hers. A million sensations ran through her body as his strong hands gripped her hips. Her arms found his neck as the kiss deepened. She felt herself smile against his mouth and he smiled as well playfully nipping her bottom lip with his teeth. Lita giggled and grabbed the back of his neck capturing his lips into an even more passionate kiss. When the kiss ended they were only inches apart. Neither knew what to say, all they could do was smile. Bubba couldn't recall ever kissing any of his friends like that and it certainly hadn't felt like kissing a friend. It felt good. It felt right.
"That was nice." Lita laughed.
"Yeah, we should do that more often." Bubba smiled.
"I agree." Lita grinned.
"I knew you wanted me." Bubba choked trying to sound cocky. "I was just playing hard to get," He added polishing his nails on his shirt jokingly.
"Oh, please!" Lita cried pushing him away flirtatiously.
"Well, I can't really blame you." Bubba shrugged with a playful grin.
"Yeah, ok." Lita laughed trying to get away as he tickled her. The laughter soon stopped and they were looking into each other's eyes again.
"So, does this mean were more than just friends?" Bubba asked purposely with a dumb smirk.
"Come here!" Lita giggled pulling him into another kiss.
Stacy walked down the halls of Raw feeling a bit nervous and insecure. Her skirt was extremely short and she had no idea what she was doing or how she was supposed to react. She hadn't recognized anyone and nothing had jogged her memory. She only recognized the people who had come to visit her in the hospital. She had seen some footage from the WWE but it hadn't helped her any, she was still confused. Test, Jericho, and now some guy name David Flair who claimed to be her fiancée? She could remember anything but she could almost guarantee that wasn't true. She continued to walk smiling at everyone who walked past her.
"Hey Stacy." Christian greeted her with a smug grin.
"Hi." Stacy smiled brightly. Christian looked her up and down. She was actually talking to him and being nice. She hadn't slapped him yet. He put on a cocky smile.
"You're lookin mighty fine today. I mean those legs...damn!" Christian continued to hit on her biting down hard on his knuckles. Stacy giggle. He was a dork and that had to be the worst pick-up line ever, but he seemed nice enough.
"Do we have a problem here?" Jericho asked as he approached.
"Yeah, now we do." Christian sneered.
"Then I guess I'll have to fix it." Jericho growled. Stacy looked back and forth at them wide-eyed. Oh no, were they gonna fight? Why didn't Jericho like this guy? He seemed like a sweetie.
"I'd like to see you try it." Christian retaliated stepping up to Jericho.
"Please don't you two. I haven't been back long, and I really don't want to see anyone get hurt on my account." Stacy interjected.
"Ok, Stacy. But only because you asked me too." Jericho replied backing away from Christian.
"Aww, how sweet. Jericho a whipped little bitch." Christian taunted. Jericho grabbed Christian by the shirt and was about to beat the hell out of him until he seen the pleading look in Stacy's eyes. He let go of Christian who cowardly backed down the hall.
"This isn't over!" Christian yelled.
"Thanks." Stacy smiled sweetly.
"So, why were you talking to CLB anyway?" Jericho questioned.
"Who's CLB?" Stacy asked in confusion.
"Creepy Little Bastard." Jericho answered.
"Hey, that's not very nice." Stacy frowned.
"Trust me, you don't know him. Well, actually you do, but you don't remember him. That's Christian and if you could remember what he was like you would have begged me to hit him. He's a cocky jerk." Jericho explained.
"People say the same thing about you." Stacy reminded with a smile. "Who's David Flair?" She asked suddenly.
"Why? Are you remember something?" Jericho asked curiously.
"No, but he came to visit me at the hospital." Stacy explained.
"He's Ric Flair's son. You were engaged to him back in WCW. Then during the Invasion you came over to the WWE." Jericho explained.
"I'm not still engaged to him and I?" Stacy asked with a confused look.
"No, he's not even with the company. Why?" Jericho asked.
"That's weird." Stacy marveled thinking out loud. Stacy let out a scream and jumped into Jericho's arms as two women violently fell at her feet. Victoria was on top of Jazz clawing away. Jazz's head had hit the concrete floor pretty hard and she was bleeding.
"Oh my God!" Stacy screamed in alarm. Jericho was about to restrain Victoria himself, when a bunch of refs and Steven Richards came to break it up.
"Flower, what are you doing?" Steven cried as a bunch of Refs held Victoria.
"Shut up or your next!" Victoria warned with a growl.
"Looks like she hit her head pretty hard." One of the Refs commented as they helped Jazz up.
"We should get her to a hospital." Steven suggested. Jazz was barely conscience.
"Let the bitch die!" Victoria snarled.
"Flower!" Steven whined as the Refs pulled her away. All Stacy could do was look at Jericho in shock.
"Welcome to the WWE." Jericho laughed trying to lighten the mood. "That's what you can expect in the coming months." He added.
"What if I never get my memory back?" Stacy asked suddenly still a bit shaken. Jericho looked at her thoughtfully for a while. He softly caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes.
"Then I get to keep living this fantasy forever." Jericho sighed touching his forehead to hers.
"You think my feelings for you would change if I had my memory back?" Stacy asked with a smile.
"Let's just say you didn't like me too much..." Jericho smiled.
"I like you now." Stacy replied softly pressing her lips against his as his arms slipped around her waist.
Jackie sat in the arena wringing her hands nervously as she waited for Al. This was where they usually met for practice and now she was having trouble thinking of an excuse to why she still needed help. She should have seduced him by now. She was now know as "Miss Jackie" and she has been thrown into a storyline with the flamboyant Rico. At first she didn't mind as long as she was doing something but she hadn't expected the partnership with Rico to last this long! They were moved to Smackdown and Rico was given a tag-team partner in Charlie Haas. Now she could never compete for the Women's title!
Which also meant she could no longer use that as a way to spend time with Al. This guy was really dense. How many more time did she have to throw herself at him, in such obvious ways for him to finally get the picture? She was about to write it across her forehead! With her luck he would laugh it off as a joke and pat her on the back. She could still say she wanted to work on her skills to become a better wrestler but there was hardly any women's wrestling on Smackdown and Al knew that. The Smackdown Divas were lucky if they were even given a gimmick match. With gimmick matches they still didn't really need to wrestle well. All they had to do was stand there and look good, which she obviously did naturally.
"Hey Jackie." Al called as he approached her with a grin. She jumped up at the sound of his voice and greeted him with a long hug.
"Hi Al, I missed you." Jackie smiled pulling away.
"You just seen me last week." Al laughed. "So, how do you like it on Smackdown? Have you adjusted?" He asked.
"It's ok. I kind of miss Raw though. I still really appreciate you help in the ring and if it's not too much trouble I was hoping you could still help me. There's no reason why the women of Smackdown should be able to put on a good match." Jackie explained.
"Jackie, I've been helping you for a while now and it's not that I mind..." Al began.
"Please Al!" Jackie cried.
"I don't mind helping you, I just don't think I'll have the time. I mean Tough Enough is coming up and all. I can try to help you out when I have the time. The Divas have Fit Finlay and he's really good, you should try and get more help from him. Besides. The women's championship is over on Raw." Al reasoned.
"But..." Jackie whined.
"Look on the bright side, we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." Al added with a smile.
"How?" Jackie questioned.
"Because the new Tough Enough is supposed to be held on Smackdown." Al answered.
"Oh, that's great! Well, at least let me take you out to dinner or something as a thank you for helping me." Jackie replied.
"You don't have to do that." Al answered.
"No, I want too. You deserve it." Jackie insisted grabbing a hold of his hand. "Thank you." She added placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Your welcome." Al smiled warmly.
"I'll see you Saturday at 8." Jackie reminded as she walked away.
"See you then." Al called. Ivory came waltzing in, as Jackie walked past her with an evil glare. Ivory turned her gaze to Al, obviously not pleased. She had heard the entire end of the conversation. She folded her arms a crossed her chest and raised an eyebrow as she stood in front of Al.
"What?" Al asked cluelessly.
"That girl is up to no good. She's a horny she-devil!" Ivory exclaimed.
"Are we talking about Jackie or Terri?" Al joked.
"Very funny. She wants your body Al. God only know why, but she wants you." Ivory insisted with a determined look.
"Uh, I'll have you know that I am a very attractive man. A sexy beast if you will." Al smiled.
"What are you, Chris Jericho?" Ivory smirked.
I really think your reading way too much into this. She wants to thank me for my help. I think it's a sweet gesture. She's not the girl you think she is." Al explained.
"No, she's not the girl you think she is! Don't you find it kind of funny how she always finds reasons to touch you?" Ivory pointed out. "Oops, oh I'm sorry." She continued in a whiny voice placing her hands all over his chest and touch him, mimicking Jackie. "Here let me give you a hug for helping me." She added throwing her arms around him.
"Ivory, that's enough." Al insisted pushing her away.
"Your telling me you haven't noticed that? She even kissed you at one point..." Ivory began insistently.
"She was excited." Al reasoned.
"Excuses, excuses. Next she'll be 'accidentally' falling in bed with you and then what will you say to that? If you don't see it, maybe it's because you like it!" Ivory insinuated raising her voice and poking him in the chest.
"That's ridiculous! She's like a child to me. I'm her teacher and she's my student, nothing more. I would never..." Al exclaimed.
"Yeah, you're her teacher but it's not wrestling that she wants to learn about!" Ivory yelled.
"I think you're jealous!" Al accused heatedly.
"Jealous!?" Ivory cried. "Jealous of that little whore?" She yelled outraged. Ivory's face was flushed with anger. Al's eyes widened, she was going to kill him! A verbal war ensued. No one could win a war of words against Ivory, the woman had the biggest mouth in the world.
"I don't know, maybe your afraid she'll replace you. She is younger..." Al began to explain and immediately regretted the words that had managed to escape his mouth.
"I'm not jealous or afraid! Al Snow I am beginning to think you are mentally retarded!" Ivory screamed. Smoke practically bellowed from her ears. They began yelling back and forth until Al grew frustrated. Would she ever shut up?!
"Even if Jackie is trying to seduce me the way you say she is, why do you care?" Al yelled. Suddenly Ivory was silent and Al's jaw dropped. She didn't know what to say. This had to be a first. She opened her mouth as if she were about to speak but nothing came out. There was an awkward silence as Ivory's eyes fell to the floor and Al watched her lips part. How had so much tension built up between them? And all because of Jackie? She wondered if he felt it too, he was probably too oblivious to feel it. Just as Ivory was about to speak and give Al a verbal lashing, he impulsively pulled her into a passionate kiss. Her eyes widened in shock as his lips crashed with her. She wasted little time reacting as she threw her arms around his neck returning the kiss with equal hunger.
"Whoa!" Bill Demott exclaimed as he entered the room quickly coming to a halt and throwing his hand over his eyes as if he were a child. Al and Ivory quickly broke away from each other and began rambling at the same time about how it "wasn't what he thought." Bill removed his hand from his eyes and just looked at them with a smile while they stood there awkwardly.
"Whatever, none of my business." Bill replied with a huge grin.
"I have to go." Ivory said hastily making her way past him and exiting the room. Bill continued to smile at Al.
"Shut up!" Al demanded.
"I didn't say anything!" Bill laughed.
"You were thinking something." Al insisted.
"So, is Ivory a good kisser?" Bill asked innocently and soon burst into laughter.
"Shut up!" Al exclaimed.
"What? She's hot." Bill shrugged with a laugh. "Maybe she'll even give you some head." He added cracking up.
"I thought I told you to shut up!" Al cried.
"What? Get it, Head? You used to carry that head to the ring..." Bill began to explain.
"I'm officially ignoring you." Al announced walking away.
"So, you and Ivory huh?" Bill teased walking after him.
"I'm never going to hear the end of this am I?" Al sighed.
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Preview: How will Trish react to being single? What will she think about Lita and Bubba? Will Torrie keep behaving the way she has in the past? Will she and Rey last? Can Jackie manage to seduce Al or has he fallen for Ivory? What was that kiss about anyway? Will Stacy ever get her memory back? Will she still feel the same when she does? Will more people from her past resurface? What about David Flair? Are Jeff and Trish really over? All this and more!!!!