Summary: When Trish makes an un-official alliance with Evolution, Lita is seemingly left to fend on her own. Or is she?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I'll say it once: Anything that you recognize does not belong to me.
Notes: Now, Pretty much everything in the present storylines goes..exceptions being made are that Lita is not 'married' or involved with anyone. The whole Pregnancy,miscarriage yes. And, just for this evening's events..pushing RAW back by one hour. Makes it a tad more, realistic I suppose. That all said, enjoy and please review.
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Prologue: One Night Only?
Randy Orton grinned broadly as he re-entered the locker room he was sharing with Chris Jericho and Maven. Granted, while the three really hadn't expected for Bischoff to grow a spine since last week; it was definately working in their favor. Last week had gone off without a hitch, Evolution had un-knowingly played into their little plan and now Hunter Hearst Helmsely was finally feeling the heat. And by the looks of things, it looked like the rest of the locker room was finally ready to take a stand against the leader of Evolution.
"Dude, this is great!" Maven declared, digging through his gym bag for his elbow pads. "I mean, all we have to do is beat Evolution and their stupid friends. And bam!" He pumped his fists for emphasis. "We'll finally put them in their place."
"Correction," Chris Jericho grinned broadly, raking a hand through his blonde locks. "When we beat Evolution, we'll put them in their place..but only after they serve their due 'punishment'."
Randy nodded in confirmation, "Exactly. Survivor Series is only the beginning. Hunter has had it coming to him for way too long, to get off that easy."
"We're last on the card right?" Maven looked between the other two, "Who's up before us?"
"Li's cutting a promo, I think." Jericho frowned thoughtfully, "At least that's what I could decipher from earlier. I swear, that girl is running on some kinda supernatural high."
"Well, it's a big moment.." Randy commented, "I mean, she's been waiting how long now? And even before that--"
Chris waved it off, turning his attention to the monitor. "Believe me Junior, I know how long she's been waiting. And I also know how much that ho bag has it coming to her." His once vibrant blue eyes, darkened as the she-devil in question exited through the curtains. "And so it begins.."
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The three watched on, Chris sneering in disgust and muttering choice curse words when the video package was played. Aptly commenting to no one in particular that Trish was also a walking kiss of death..only not in the same manner as Lita. For their parts, neither Maven or Randy said much. They all knew what Trish had done to Chris, and secretly both thought that Chris had partly deserved it. But, Randy figured that all mattered for nothing; considering he was once the bad guy and now sharing a locker room with the likes of Chris Jericho, Maven and on occasion Chris Benoit. Truth be told, if someone had predicted this scenario? He would've laughed himself into an early grave. However, Orton was soon snapped out of his thoughts as another figure entered the ring. He sent a sidelong glance to Chris, mentally praising the outspoken Canadian for not rushing out to the ring to play savior. While he also thought it was entirely wrong for Gail Kim to be out there, he knew that they couldn't afford a distraction like that. Not now.
"Chris," Randy cut the wrestler in question off from cursing Gail and Trish to their doom -- for the third time in five minutes. "Save that fire for the ring, man."
"Look, Orton." Chris turned stormy blue eyes to the younger wrestler. "Lita is my friend, and I will be damned if--"
"I understand, that alright?" Orton inwardly sighed, debating how to go about this diplomatically. "It's just, we still have our own match to worry about. Lita's a big girl, I'm sure she'll be fine."
Chris rolled his eyes in response, claiming he needed a drink before he briskly walked out of the locker room.
"Dude, just let him go. Chris knows what he's doing." Maven re-assured to Randy, before the aforementioned wrestler could go storming after him. "Just let him check on Lita, get that mental re-assurance and he'll be back to his ass-kicking self."
Randy just nodded in response, moving to the middle of the locker room to stretch. For his part, Maven stretched near the door; idly awaiting the return of their tag team partner. And, true to Maven's predictions; a somewhat subdued Chris Jericho met them in the hallway. He assured Orton that he was good and ready, and let them all know that Lita would be traveling back to the hotel with them. While Maven took the news in stride, Randy almost looked irritated by the fact. Given, it was nice to know that Lita was okay..no one really deserved that kind of treatment; but the fact of the matter was that they didn't need a distraction. And right now? Anyone outside of Chris Jericho, Maven and Benoit was a distraction.
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"Vikki, I'm fine." Lita abruptly brushed off her well meaning friend. "I've taken worse bumps then that, and you know it."
"Yeah, but Li--"
"Stop." Lita sighed, raking a hand through her hair. "I'm fine, I just need to rest instead of painting the town pink--"
"Chartruse"
"Maroon, with you tonight." The redhead rolled her eyes good naturedly, squeezing her friend's shoulders reassuringly. "Just, give me a nice little detailed report when you and Stace get back."
Victoria raised a brow, "Stace isn't going, remember? It was supposed to be me, you, Lil and Nidia.."
Lita blinked momentairly, her mind drawing a blank before she remembered. "Oh yeah..Stace is calling John..why it takes all night to call someone,"
"Well, when said someone is half way across the globe," The raven haired diva shrugged.
"True," The redhead shrugged it off, yanking her top over her head. "Anyway, just give me a report when you get back..I'll take it easy and just rest."
"Well.." Victoria shrugged, eyeing the redhead before she turned her attention to the monitor. "If you change your mind, which I don't think you should..but knowing you.." She grinned inncoently when hazel eyes cut in her direction. "We'll wait for you, okay?"
"I appreciate the offer," Lita replied honestly, a touch of a smile tugging at her lips. "But for now, I really need to hit the showers..and the gym later this week. Work off some of this..'chub'."
"Oh please," Victoria scoffed, straddling the bench to watch the final match. "Trish is delusional."
Lita just rolled her eyes, gathering her shower supplies. "Yeah well, couldn't hurt, right? I'll be out in a bit."
"Oh!" Victoria caught the retreating diva's attention just before she entered the shower area. "You still need a ride later?"
"Nah," Lita tossed her towel over her shoulder, "Jerky's giving me a lift."
The raven haired diva raised a brow, "Is that so? Are the flames re-igniting?"
"God, and you said Trish was delusional." Lita shook her head, calling back over her shoulder before she completely dissapeared. "For your information, he likes someone else."
Victoria blinked at the enterance to the showers, before her attention returned to the monitor. It certainly looked like Chris, Maven and Orton had the upper hand in things..but given who their opponents were, it was too early to call. At any rate, the raven haired diva had nothing to do before the night was over and so set off for other parts of the arena.
Just as she was passing by the shared locker room of Trish Stratus, Gail Kim and Molly Holly, she stopped dead in her tracks. The women's champion -- at least by Victoria's estimates-- was standing near the door and hurridly talking on her cellphone with someone. A few more minutes of discreet evesdropping, and Victoria found out that Trish was talking to none other than the current World's Heavyweight Champion. Normally, that might disturb Victoria..but it disturbed her even more when she realized that they were forming an alliance. The raven haired diva frowned, quickly retreating from the area. Trish, Gail, Molly and Jazz on their own, were a rather nasty team to deal with. But the potential of Trish and Evolution? That was down right sickening. Add to that, either Gail or Molly..possibly both and where did that leave Lita?
By the time Victoria returned to the locker room, Lita was just exiting the shower and the match was in it's last five minutes. And, exactly five minutes later..Victoria had cajoled the redhead into joining herself, Lillian and Nidia later. When Lita questioned why, Victoria took a sudden interest in packing. At any rate, Lita still had to talk to Chris about it, so she couldn't give a firm yes or no. She said she'd let Victoria know by the time she got to the hotel and then just go from there. That seemed to satisfy the raven haired diva enough, and Lita was left to her own means while Victoria went off to collect Nidia.
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For her part..and once she was dressed; Lita hung around in the hallways. After all, Chris Jericho had declared that she was getting a ride from him, and there was no arguing about it. On the way to the parking lot, the redhead idly mentioned the prospect of hitting one of the local clubs, and Chris agreed..only after the redhead promised to take it easy. And, by the time all was said and done; Lita had managed to get both Maven and Randy, along with Chris to go out that night. She still didn't know what Chris wanted, nor did she know what Victoria's alterior motives were. Whatever the case, one confused redhead walked into the lobby of the hotel, flanked on either side by Maven and Chris. An equally confused, or perhaps just peeved, Randy Orton lead the way.
"Thanks for the ride guys," Lita grinned charmingly as she collected her hotel room key. "We'll meet y'all back here in about an hour."
"We'll see ya then," Chris quite beamed, ruffling the redhead's hair before she rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Look, Chris I know she's your friend and all but." Randy Orton let out a slight sigh. "We really can't afford any distractions, and I mean no offense? But having Lita around is a distraction."
Chris scoffed, waiting until Randy had collected their hotel room keys. "And I'm telling you, she's not a distraction. I just wanna make sure she's safe. She's been through a lot recently, and right now? She could use all the friends she can get." He paused, making sure he had the other man's attention. "You can relate to that, right?"
Randy near frowned in response, mentally conceding to that point. "Alright, just..keep your focus on the task at hand, okay?"
"We won tonight didn't we?" Chris shook his head, waiting until Maven caught up to them before pressing the button on the panel. "Look, you worry about the match..don't worry about me. Otherwise? I'll become a distraction to you. And all you need to worry that pretty little, playboy face of yours over? Is getting the title back.." He frowned thoughtfully, adding as an afterthought: "And of course, kicking Trip's ass from here to hell and back."
Orton held up his hands in mock defeat, "Point taken Jerky."
"Besides," Chris smirked confidentally as they entered the elevator. "It's just for tonight..after this? I'm sure Lita'll be able to handle everything on her own."
Randy only nodded to that, closing his eyes to clear his thoughts. He sure hoped Chris was right about this being, one night only. Because if he was wrong? Lita would become a distraction that they didn't need and that they definately couldn't afford. While he did admit, that if he wasn't already persuing his own goals, side trips like playing knight in shining armor--and especially to the divas--would be appealing. If anything, he figured that he could get to know Lita a little better..and that was always a plus. He knew of her, but didn't know her and he was pretty sure that it went the same way with her. He mentally shook himself out of those thoughts though, once he realized that he was making Lita a distraction. Inwardly he sighed, clamming up when Maven and Jericho launched into some conversation about music. Now was not the time to think about being a savoir, now was the time to think about serving some much needed justict with a good helping of revenge.