The leggy blonde was currently sharing a hotel room with her friend, Trish Stratus, and the Canadian diva had already left.  Because she'd rode in a taxi on the way over to the arena, she wasn't concerned about being the last to leave.  But she wasn't prepared for what awaited her.

Stacy zipped her bag, then grabbed it and made her way to the still-closed door.  As she stepped out into the hallway, intending to retrieve her cell phone from her jacket pocket, she instead received what was nearly the fright of her life.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she nearly collided with someone else.  The phone she'd been reaching for had fallen from her pocket, clattering to the floor, and she hoped it hadn't been broken.

However, when she raised her gaze, her mouth went dry.  Chris Irvine... He was the person with whom she'd collided, and he seemed to be standing in her path - deliberately blocking her.  The blond man's face wore a sly, half-lopsided grin, and one of his hands was palm-flat against the wall by her head, in a dominating gesture.

The blonde diva tried to move around him, just wanting to grab her cell phone and get the hell out of there, but Irvine would have none of that.

"So...sweet little Stacy..." the man said mockingly, his grin growing wider.  He actually moved just a tiny bit closer to her, and the tall young woman's heart beat that much faster.  Her breathing suddenly became uncomfortably fast, her mouth still bone-dry.

"Wh-what do you want?" she asked in a small, uncertain voice.  She knew about the horrible things he'd put poor Amy through.  The redhead was so much stronger than herself, in more ways than one, so Stacy knew she didn't stand a chance if this guy wanted to try something with her.

Instinctively, she took a couple of steps backward, her gaze briefly traveling down to her fallen cell phone before raising back to his face.  He was smirking at her menacingly.

"What do I want?" the man parrotted with a sarcastic shrug.  "Just an answer, sweetheart...What's all this about?"

Stacy cocked her head as she regarded Chris with confusion.  "What's all what about?  I...I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Oh, cut the crap, will you, sweet Stace?"  Irvine's clear blue eyes narrowed as he took a step closer to her.  "What's all this business about you testifying for the Billion Dollar bitch?"

The leggy blonde blinked, then winced a little at the harshness in his tone and on his face.  "I-I...I can't discuss that," she said fearfully, cowering slightly.  Then, after a momentary debate with herself, she came to a decision - to hell with her cell phone - she could always call her provider, temporarily cancel her service and get a new phone later.  Her safety came first.

That decided, the diva whirled around to flee, but she didn't get far, as she quickly discovered that Irvine had her by a handful of her long blonde hair.  She cried out, tears of pain and fright springing to her eyes.

"Instead of running away," Irvine barked, his expression not amused by the attempt, "how about you answer my damn question?"

"P-please!" Stacy begged, putting both hands up before her as though to ward off the angry man.  "Leave me alone!"  She was positively terrified.

Damn it... There was no one around.  The hallway seemed to be completely deserted.  What could he be thinking of doing to her, even if she did answer his question?  Stacy didn't want to think about it - but, knowing what the man had been putting Amy through, she knew Chris Irvine could very well be capable of raping her.  Oh, God!

She tried to twist around, but the blond man reached out with his other hand and grabbed her forcefully by the wrist.  His grip on her delicate appendage was strong enough to cause her more pain.  She whimpered as the unpleasant sensations shot through her.

"Hey!  What are you doing, man?  Let her go!" a voice yelled, and the tall blonde diva was relieved nearly to tears to see Eddy Guerrero standing only a few feet away, his bag slung over his shoulder.

Chris loosened, then released his hold on her as the other man took the several remaining steps over.

"Hey, everything's cool, Eddy..." Irvine said, his hands up in a placating gesture.

The expression on the other man's face told that he didn't believe that.

"Get lost before I beat the living crap out of you..." Guerrero said in a low, warning tone.

The blond man gave him a strange, surprised look before taking off.  As he walked briskly on down the hallway, he turned back to look over his shoulder at Eddy and the diva.

"You okay, Mamacita?" Guerrero asked, placing a hand gently on Stacy's arm.  She looked quite scared, and she shook slightly under his touch.  She also seemed to be a little hurt.

"Yeah...I...I think so..."  The frightened diva met Eddy's eyes.  "Thank you."

Latino Heat gave her a small smile.  "No need to thank me," he said.  "I'm just glad I came by when I did."

So am I, Stacy thought.  You don't know how much...