A/N: This was a random-moment idea, I have many of these. Strange thoughts, how I love them! XD
Orton had just finished his match against Kofi, sadly, he'd lost. The crowd hated him for this moment, but, he knew Vince could change their opinion in seconds. A smirking Miz enterd the back, looking at him. "Heh, you lost." Orton sighed, "Yes, I already knew that." Miz continued to smile, he looked pretty stupid to Orton, just standing there with his big grin. Randy sighed again, looking at the ground.
A man's voice rang through the locker-room, he didn't sound like Kofi. 'It's probably the acoustics in here' Orton thought. A pale red-head walked in, he knew they'd be getting a new wrestler, and he matched the description given to him by Punk, but his attire was completley strange. "Whoa," The man looked around, "Is this the right place?" His voice wasn't very deep, and annoying, Orton thought. Two people were alongside him.
Orton racked his brain for the new wrestler's name, "Sheamus?" He finally asked, Punk had said his name was 'Sheamus', although Punk was never good with information. "Sheamus?" The red-head chuckled, "What the heck kinda name is 'Sheamus?'" Orton looked at the man, a fan who had strayed back ,a security guard? He couldn't tell, "What's your name, then?" The man smirked, "A-" One of the people standing beside him stepped closer to Orton, he could see her, now. A thin, pale woman with blonde hair and hauinting green eyes stepped forward.
"Names are not important," she spat, her voice high-pitched and shrill, "We need to know, where are we?" Orton looked at her, "Minnesota." She quickly drew her hand to her forehead, "Oh my god, you got us lost again!" She pulled a card out of her robe? Dress? Cloak? He couldn't decide but they were all wearing whatever they were. "What does that say?!"
The man looked at it quizically, "Erm, it says something, you wrote in cursive.." She sighed, "Destiny Islands, Axel!" Orton looked at the red-headed man, "Axel?" The man looked at him, "Yeah." The third person stepped into the light, they had long pink hair, and wore the same 'outfit' as the others. Miz immeadiatley walked beside them, "Hey, there. What're you doing back here?" The person opened there mouth about to speak, but Miz cut them off, "I know, I'm striking, but, what do you say we go out for a drink." The person looked offended, "What the heck?!" His deep voice was filled with frustration. "Oh my god, it's a guy!" Miz looked surprised.
"Duh," Axel sighed, "I thought your buddy over here was on that team." Miz looked at Axel, offended. "Am not!" "Sorry about Marluxia," The blonde winked, "he kinda is 'there'." Miz looked at her a little disgusted, "Dude, why are you winking at me, I just told you, I'm not gay!""Miz!" A man's voice sounded behind him, he whirled around to find Chris Jericho standing there. He looked at the strange three in front of them, "Erm..." They all looked a Jericho now, a confused look on his face. "Eh...fans? Do you want autographs or something?" Axel looked at him, "Fans? Do you have your own organization?" He looked at Axel, still confused, "Well, I guess you could call it that."