Last Time: Stacy smoothed down the front of her skirt, and pushed the curtain aside at the sound of the music. She put on a mask…a mask that people would see as a happy, beautiful girl with no worries in the world. They were wrong…they were dead wrong.
She entered the ring as usual, and picked the microphone off the ring floor. As her music stopped and the crowds' incoherent babble died down, she spoke.
"So it seems," she said to the audience in her honeyed tones, ignoring the sick feeling in her stomach, "that Randy wants a chance at the world heavy weight championship. I don't know if that's such a good idea. Randy needs to prove himself first, and after that pitiful display at Wrestle Mania 21…" she was interrupted by his entrance music, and Randy came striding out to meet her in the ring.
"Gee Stace, who ever said it was you giving orders around here in the first place? As you probably don't know, I've just had a meeting with Eric Bishoff, and his judgments are much more preferable than yours, sweetheart."
Randy started to pace around her. "So how bout it? Are you gonna forgive me…or am I going to be forced to replay that wonderful image of me RKOing you on the screen…or even better, a practical demonstration for the crowd?"
The crowd cheered. Stacy fell backward, as Randy lifted her up by her wrist. Batista was running up the walkway.
She remembered him entering the ring…and it was then that she blacked out.
Stacy opened her eyes, and thought she would find herself back in the car…all of that being an awful dream. But instead, she found herself in a white-walled hospital room. Stacy felt her arm had a pressure tester clasped around it.
"What…"
Trish, who had been nodding off next to her, sprang awake.
"Stace!" She leaned across to hug her best friend. "What the heck happened to you? I've been worried sick…"
"I…have no idea," Stacy said honestly.
"Randy said that you fell backwards into him, and said something about…im not next? Oh I dunno, about a girl…and you blacked out or something…"
Stacy started panicking. It was true; she was losing herself.
"I need to get out of here," she struggled against the pressure tester and the blankets.
"Stace, calm down, honestly," Trish said, keeping Stacy from jumping out. "You just need rest."
"Torrie…where is she? I need…to see…her!" Stacy felt it hard to breathe at this point…she had no idea why. She felt like something was constricting her throat forcing her not to breathe.
"Torrie's fine! What's up with you Stace?" Trish asked, anxious.
Stacy simply gasped for air. Dream, premonition or whatever it was, things like these don't happen everyday. Stacy could not ignore it anymore.
"Torrie…I need to…she's in…in…can't explain, Trish…Get off!"
"You aren't making any sense!" Trish spoke loudly, still restraining Stacy. At that moment John walked in, coffee in hand.
"Looks like Stacy-girl is back to her normal self," he spoke smirking, seeing Stacy still struggling.
"John…shut up! I need…to get out of here!" she shouted, taking him by surprise.
"Well, you can't. Firstly, the doctors need to run a few tests…your blood pressure was up really high, Stace," Trish said, unease enveloping her voice. "And secondly, even if you did try to get out, you wouldn't get very far. Its not like they are just going to let patients walk in and out whenever they feel like it…"
John was still standing by the door, sipping his coffee. She felt so helpless. They didn't understand.
"How long?" She gasped.
"Uh, how long what?" Trish asked.
"How long till I can get out!" Stacy shouted, hating repeating herself when time was so imperative. Trish looked a bit apprehensive at this point, and even moved back a bit in her chair.
"Uh, about an hour…or two," she added hastily, assuming that if she spoke fast enough she could avoid another outburst.
Stacy groaned.
"I'm…I'm going to get a coffee…" Trish left quietly. John sat next to her bed, examining the pressure pump.
"So…what exactly happened?" He asked, staring at his coffee cup.
"What…oh nothing. It's nothing," Stacy sighed, staring out the window that led out to the sweeping car park below.
"Stace, come on. I know there's something up." She turned to look at him, and saw that his face was clearly concerned. He had never looked at her like that before.
"Nothing, John…geez."
"Stace! I aint leavin till you tell me…"
"Ok ok! Fine…but you will probably think I'm really crazy or something…"
John fell silent and listened intently.
"Well…back in that inn we stayed in, at night I kind of…had a dream. Except, it wasn't a dream…wait, it was but…arg ok ok. I think it was a premonition…it was so real. And then I had it again just before I went into the ring…"
"Wait, hold up…what was this premonition thing?"
Stacy hesitated. "It was…ok Cena you promise not to tell anyone?"
He nodded.
"Uh…well…I can't believe im telling you of all people but…it was, I mean I saw a dead girl. She was…killed. I see her like…a hallucination or something but I know …it's real. And the scary part is that it's…Torrie…"
"Whoa, hold on a second. You telling me that you see Torrie…dead? Like, around places and stuff?"
Stacy nodded. John breathed out deeply.
"Man…that's, well…I don't know what to say Stace…it seems really unbelievable like you said…"
"I told you…"
John put his coffee on the table and rubbed the back of his neck.
"You don't believe me, do you…"
"Stace, I didn't say anything, it just seems…"
He paused, and stared at her.
"Weird."
"I knew I shouldn't have told you," she said, staring at the ceiling.
"Wait! I never said that I don't believe you, I just said that it was weird…"
"So do you believe me then?" she asked.
He paused, and Stacy sighed.
"See, you don't. You think I'm one of those people, that need straight jackets, and need to be put in those cushiony rooms, and need sedatives…"
John laughed. She turned to glare at him, and he faked a coughing fit.
"No, no I think you are sane…now anyway…ok ok, you're sane, geez!" He added hurriedly, seeing her face again.
AUTHORS NOTE: whoa sorry bout not updating this! forgot.../ r and r! luv charlie x0x