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Chyna sat back and watched Trish talk excitedly on the phone. Probably chatting it up with Midajah. When those two weren't together, or in the ring, they were chatting it up on the phone. Over yonder, Stephanie was finally relaxing, leaning against Amy, her head on her shoulder, while Matt's on-screen girlfriend went over the plans for tonight's match with Matt, Jeff, Steven and Ivory.
On the other side of the room, Jackie was keeping an eye on her lover, Ivory, while playing poker with Faarooq and Bradshaw. And in a corner where they were hoping no one could see them, Molly and Tori were making out like mad.
And she, the Ninth Wonder of the World, was sitting alone. She was everyone's best friend but she was no one's lover. Not anymore. She looked over at Hunter and saw him discreetly rubbing Steve's hip. Then she looked over at Debra, who was talking angles with Rocky and sighed. How could she not see it? That her husband was fucking her former lover blind.
"She doesn't want to see it," Test whispered, sitting down next to her.
"Huh?"
"You were thinking about Debra, right?"
"Yeah."
"She doesn't want to see it. She sacrificed a lot for Steve. She doesn't want to believe he'd do this to her."
"But he is doing it to her."
"Yeah. He is."
"That sucks."
"Yes it does. But here's a question. Does it suck because you want Debra or does it just plain old suck?"
"It plain old sucks. Debra's my best friend. I love her. But not that way."
"But in that case, who do you like?"
Chyna grinned at the bold question and quickly lowered her eyes. But not before her eyes had the time to drift to the one person she'd been entertaining fantasies about.
"Her? Really? Not your type. Really not your type."
"How do you know who my type is?"
"I don't know. I always pictured you with a woman who could stand up to you and give you hell when you got snippy."
"I don't get snippy," she laughed.
"Eddie disagrees."
"Eddie can go fuck himself."
"Or Perry, or Benoît."
Chyna laughed and Test followed suit, drawing a few eyes to them.
"So you really like her huh?" he asked on, nudging her shoulder.
"Yeah, I really do."
"But..."
"She's in a relationship! Duh!"
"So? Come on, you're the Ninth Wonder of the World. You can get her!"
"I know I can... but what if it's a mistake? My being with her, that is. I'm not sure I want to be responsible for separating her from the person who might be her one and only."
"Please. As if those two are right for each other. It's an easy fix, no more, no less. They needed to fuck someone and they're there."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"Yep. Is it working?"
"A little."
Soon enough, the other Canadian Blondes joined Andrew and they all started making plans for their next Canadian excursion. Chyna sat back and picked up a book, trying to focus on the story. Andrew had been right, she knew it. They weren't meant to be, not in that love of a lifetime way. They were an easy and convenient fix for each other, no matter how hard they tried to pretend it wasn't so. Chyna was friends with the woman she was in love with, and as she went through everything she'd told her about her current relationship, she knew it was full of holes, of inconstancies.

"Argh," the younger woman sighed, sitting down next to Chyna, making the older woman's heart pick up speed at her proximity.
"Good day?" her friend asked with a flippant grin.
"If I asked you to be honest with me about something, and I was, would you be mad at me?"
"I don't think so. Unless you crossed the line of honesty and went into downright mean. Why?"
"I bought this cute little tee-shirt three days ago. It's got my astrological sign on it and everything, and it looks really good on me, if I do say so myself."
"OK... But I feel a 'but' coming on."
"She went out and bought the exact same tee-shirt a day later. And I don't know... it made me feel kind of weird, you know. And it doesn't look that great on her. It doesn't look bad, mind you, but it's just not her style. It's mine. And the first time I saw her with it, I guess I made a face."
"Uh-oh."
"Right. But she didn't ask anything about it, so I let it go. Now, two seconds ago, she asked me if I liked it on her. And I told her the truth."
"I see."
"But she asked me to be honest," the younger woman whined.
"I know baby girl. But here's the thing. That sentence, be honest, that's a lie. It's never true. What the person wants you to do is lie to them. Lie through your teeth."
"But..."
"Hey... Hunter once asked me if his nose was too big."
"Oh God..."
"And he wanted me to be honest. Honest, I wanted to know if Toucan Sam knew he'd repainted his beak, but naturally, I couldn't do that."
"Ouch!" she laughed, leaning into Chyna, her body rocking with chuckles. The Wonder tried putting up a brave face and laughing along, but she just couldn't do it. There was something about having that body leaning into hers, sharing body warmth with the one she wanted so much. She wanted so much to lean over and bury her face in her soft hair, run an intimate hand over her thigh or her arm, even her hand. She also wanted to bend her head over hers, lift her chin with her fingers and press her lips into hers in a long kiss.
"So what do I do now?" the clueless woman asked.
"I truly don't know."
"Come on, you're supposed to be helping."
"I don't know what to tell you."
"There has to be something I can do."
"I know. And I wish I could help in some way but I have no clue."
Upon hearing her sigh, the words tumbled right out of Chyna's mouth, before she could stop them.
"You know, almost every time you and I talk, it's more often than not about her and the problems the two of you are having. Seems to me like the whole thing's more trouble than it's worth. I mean, I know about having problems within a relationship but can you tell me one thing the two of you don't fight about? She doesn't like the stuff you do in the ring, she doesn't like your friends, hates my guts, but on the other hand, you're supposed to love everything she does, all the time. When you are going through a hard time, she just brushes over it like it didn't happen but when the slightest thing happens to her, lord knows the world has to be put on hold for her sake."
Test, who'd been eavesdropping on the quiet conversation, sucked in a breath at Chyna's hard words. True, he'd only heard about the situation from Chyna's side, and knew he wasn't getting the whole picture but he knew her words rang true. But the way she'd just blurted the whole thing out, that was rough. And apparently, Chyna's friend agreed.
"I thought you were my friend," she whispered.
"Yeah. But don't you get it? It's about your pain too and I hate seeing you in pain like this. It sucks. It really does."
"You don't know everything about us. You don't know about the good times."
"Thank God!" Chyna sighed.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that hearing about your good times with her would make me want to shoot myself in the head."
In a huff, the blonde got up and walked away, leaving Chyna to stare after her, twin tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Damn!" Test said, filling the recently emptied seat. "You pack one hell of a punch, in and out of the ring."
"She needed a friend," Chyna whispered, dabbing at her tears with the tissue Test handed her, "and I was the biggest bitch in the world to her."
"You told her the truth."
"Not the whole truth."
"Will you ever tell her the whole truth?" he asked, gently rubbing her knee.
"Would that serve a purpose?"
"Yeah. She would know how much you were hurting... How much you're still hurting."
"Hurting? I'm not hurting. I'm Chyna, the Ninth Wonder of the World, I have a best-selling book out, I have a workout video out. I have no reason to be hurting. I am on top of the world."
Her lie was evident, specially with her face twisted in such a grimace of a smile.
"I hate to give in to an old male stereotype you could bash my balls in for, but it sucks to be single in a paired-up world, doesn't it?"
Chyna was about to nod her ascent when she spotted Raven enter the room, his eyes immediately going to his flavor of the month, Test. She jumped to her feet and rushed out of the room. She stumbled to the bathroom and proceeded to throw up violently. She stumbled out of the stall and went to the row of sinks, splashing her face with water.
Chyna looked up at her reflection and saw her tears mixing with the water still on her face. Test's words rang in her head and stuck her tongue out at herself.
"Being single wouldn't be so bad, if this weren't a paired-up world. But it is, and in this world, I'm still single. And I still hate it."
And though her heart sobbed for her fate, somehow, perversely, she found intense joy in the fact that the object of her affection wasn't in this situation. She was paired up, even if Tori was totally wrong for Molly.

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