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It's back. You knew it wouldn't be gone for long. So without further ado, the return of the first, original, posted in December of 2002, become the sibling to your fav superstar MS. *claps and bows*
Enjoy!
Lara!"
The blonde ignored the sound of her sister's voice and slouched down lower into the corner. It was created by the boxes set up backstage, but it was tolerable. She stretched her legs out in front of her and turned her Walkman off as she heard voices that weren't her sister's grow closer to her hiding spot.
"Why do you have to be so rude to him?"
There was a pause and then: "Because it's just so easy."
"He thinks you hate him."
"Wow, he's smart and has superpowers." The male voice said sarcastically. "He should have no problem finding a super girlfriend and yet, he's a 28 year old virgin."
"Hayate! Shut the hell up. What if he hears you?"
"Then it's my problem."
Lara grinned at the interaction between Amy and her brother and his obvious dislike towards the self-proclaimed superhero.
"There you are. I've been searching for you for like two hours."
"No you haven't." Lara responded slowly, not bothering to turn around. "You've called my name once and even that's just because Mom and Dad wanted you to keep an eye out for me while they were away on vacation." She finally turned around and came face to face with a very pissed off looking Torrie Wilson. "Am I right?"
"No." Torrie snapped. "You're not. I was just kinda worried because there are a lot of weird people lurking around backstage that would be like just waiting to pounce on you."
"Like me?" A voice from behind her said dryly.
Torrie didn't turn around. "Yes, like you Jericho. And don't even think about it."
"You're flattering yourself. I would never go for a Wilson." Jericho said, an arrogant smile spreading over his face.
Lara jumped off the crates and stood next to her sister, hands on her hips. "Never go for one?" She started. "Or would never have the chance to get one?"
"Ooh how biting." He smirked, reaching out to touch Lara's hair before she swatted his hand away. "Just like her sister."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Torrie demanded, raising her eyebrows.
He was about to say something back when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
"I can't leave you alone for two seconds." The brunette chided, shaking her head slowly.
"I thought I told you to stay in your little office type cubicle thing." Jericho hissed. "There are some people who, if they found out you were my sister, would be right after you. And I don't want that to happen." He added quietly under his breath and the girl put her hand on her heart, pretending to faint.
She turned to Torrie and Lara. "Can you believe it? Mr. Living Legend himself does have a heart. You'll protect me, right Mr. Jericho?" She asked jokingly, fluttering her eyelashes at him before bursting out laughing. "You shoulda seen your face. I'm Jesse by the way." She introduced, holding out her hand to the two sisters.
"That's Torrie and her sister Laura." He introduced dismissively.
"It's Lara." She corrected quickly and Jesse grinned.
"Like the video game chick?" She asked.
"Except they share none of the, physical attributes." Jericho added, looking at Lara.
"Why are you still here?" Torrie asked sharply, quick to come to her sister's defense and he held up his arms.
"Calm down there Blondie. I have to go take my sister back to the room anyway. If everything goes right I won't be seeing you two later." He laughed and Jesse rolled her eyes.
"I apologize for him." She said sincerely, turning to run after her brother, mostly to try and keep him from starting a fight with someone he more then likely wouldn't be able to handle. Oh she had full faith in her brother. Yeah right, she thought idly with a shake of her head. "Why are you such a dick?" She asked once they were out of earshot.
"Because it's fun." He answered simply, causing his sister to groan. "And it's a lot easier then being nice to everyone."
"How considerate." Jesse responded dryly. They stopped in front of an unmarked door and she took the key and unlocked it. "I'm here now, thanks for playing the part of the protective older brother, but you should probably go find someone else to torment before you like, self-destruct or something." She swung the door shut and faintly heard him muttering something about 'how Dad so owed him'.
Jesse swung around and put her feet on the table, staring idly out the small, rectangular window. A person caught her eye and she kept her eyes fixed on him, watching until he was out of sight and sighed deeply; she'd have to get Chris to introduce them later.
*~*~*~*~*
"So this is where Mom and Dad wanted to send me." The small blonde mused out loud, taking in the bustle of JFK airport in New York City. "Give me Sydney any day." Eleanor Cook muttered, grabbing her bags off the line. She dug her free hand into the pocket of her pants and pushed some hair out of her face before scanning the crowd, or at least trying to, amidst all the people crowding the limited space.
About five minutes later, she set her bags down and pulled the picture of her brother out from one of her pockets. She was almost certain it was from a magazine and he was posing with a tall blonde, their arms encircled around each other.
"So she's what you're doing in the US." Elle smirked, putting the picture back. He had mentioned something when they briefly talked on the phone for the first time in 19 years, but she didn't think he would stoop to that level.
"Excuse me, have you seen this guy?" She asked, turning to the person next to her as she flashed the picture.
The girl jumped as she turned to Elle. "How did you find out that he would be here today?" She continued without giving her a chance to respond. "God, all he's doing is picking up his sister and people like you follow him everywhere. Yes he's gorgeous, but c'mon now, that's just borderline obsessive."
"First off." Elle started. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I am the sister that he's meeting-"
"You're Eleanor?" The girl exclaimed.
She nodded uncertainly and found herself being dragged along through the crowds, calling out brief apologies over her shoulder.
"Drew! I found Eleanor!"
"Elle." She corrected.
"Stacy you said that four times already." He trailed off as he caught
sight of the girl standing next to his girlfriend. Her blonde hair had been
thrown up carelessly and a pair of sunglasses rested on the bridge on her nose.
She was wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of olive green cargo pants
hung on her waist. "You not really what I was-"
"Expecting?" Elle finished. Andrew nodded as he turned to Stacy, who
shrugged. "Sorry I'm not like your girlfriend over here." She said
bluntly. "What you see is what you get."
*~*~*~*
"So, who gave who the wrong directions?" 16 year old Luke asked his two brothers, who were stalking ahead of him, neither talking.
"It was Christian." Edge muttered, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the other blonde. He ignored the indignant look and turned to Luke. "And how the hell did you get here so early?"
"I didn't trust either of you to drive me." Luke answered honestly. He held up the tape recorder and notebook for Edge to observe. "Besides, WU wanted me to get an interview with your Tag-Team champs, Los Gurreros."
"WU?" Christian asked, finally caving and getting into the conversation.
Luke gave him a weird look. "Wrestling United. The magazine I've been working at for the past 6 months. I thought Mom told you?"
Christian shrugged. "Mom tells me a lot of things. I only remember what's important."
Edge shook his head at Luke, who looked ready to jump on Christian. "Don't waste your energy." He muttered under his breath. The two brothers watched as Christian slammed the door to his locker room shut and Edge grinned. "I am so glad he's getting his ass kicked tonight."
*~*~*~*
The pulsing music could be heard coming from the headphones slung around the young man's neck. His eyes were closed and his head would nod in time with the beat almost perfectly.
Martin Cena studied his brother John as he stay in his own little world. He looked around to make sure that no one was watching and kicked the legs out form underneath the chair, sending John sprawling over the floor.
"What the hell is your malfunction?" John snapped as he picked himself up, first checking to make sure his CD player was working.
He stared down at John's "rapper" attire and smirked. "I could be asking you the same thing." He helped John up and then shook his head. "For real man, you're white."
John scowled. "I think we mighta had some relatives-"
Martin cut him off with a shake of his head. "No, we never did." He responded before John could finish.
"Whatever." John muttered, situating himself on the chair again. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"McMahon wanted me to work at the pre-Royal Rumble party you guys are having." He answered idly, studying the people as they entered and exited the room. "He wants to meet with me I guess." He noticed one person in particular as she came into the room. "Is that…"
"Dawn Marie." John finished, rolling his eyes. He adjusted his hat and watched his brother's reaction. "Dude please tell me no."
"There's no harm in looking." Martin replied truthfully. "Right?"
"Sure, whatever."
*~*~*~*~*
"Because I am the Game." Trixie Helmsley recited, watching her brother on the TV screen. "And I am that damn good." She rolled her eyes as she shut off the TV with the remote.
"Please don't tell me that you rehearse that." A mocking voice said from the doorway. Stacy Keibler stood there with her hands on her hips, one foot slightly a head of the other. "Because that would be so sad."
"Oh damn, you caught on." Trixie replied sarcastically. "Every waking moment is spent on mimicking him so that I can take his place and rule the WWE." She lowered her voice. "But I'm afraid that now that you know, I'm going to have to kill you."
Stacy looked momentarily uneasy before spinning on her heel and stalking out of the room. "Hey Hunter." Her sickeningly fake voice floated towards Trixie, causing her to shake her head.
"That girl is so fine." Hunter commented, walking into the room but still keeping watch on Stacy's retreating figure.
Trixie held up her hand to stop him. "You're engaged already."
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her." He said with a wink.
"Please don't tell me all men are like this."
"Nah." He replied honestly. "But can you just imagine the kind of pain in the ass I would be if you ever started dating again?"
"Which is not appreciated." Trixie shot back. "So just stop."
*~*~*~*
"What's this place?"
Amy Dumas turned to face her brother as they entered the cafeteria and shook her head. "Why are you so weird?" She wondered out loud.
"You must've rubbed off on me." Hayate replied with a big grin on his face. He followed her towards a table and had to lift his tray over his head to avoid running into Spike Dudley. "And you had to pick the table furthest from the line why?"
"You could use the exercise." She joked, poking him in the stomach.
Hayate ran a hand through his short, dark blue hair and smiled. "You're one to talk Miss. I've-been-out-for-nearly-a-year."
"My neck was broken." She objected.
Hayate dismissed the fact with a wave of his hand. "Minor details."
Amy rolled her eyes and ignored him and then waved to the Hurricane, who was going back into the serving line.
"Looks like he got distracted by the banana and just had to go in for a closer look." Hayate said simply, taking a sip from his soda can.
"You are so rude!" Amy scolded, hitting him on the arm. "Tell me, what did he ever do to you besides try to be nice?"
"That's not the point." He said exasperatedly. "I don't know. He just really annoys me I guess."
Amy raised her eyebrows. "And you never thought that you might have that affect on some people also?"
Hayate looked shocked. "Never in a million years, everyone loves me."
"Keep on dreaming." Stacy commented as she breezed by. Hayate turned and scowled at her but she just laughed and kept walking.
"Ya well, put some clothes on and stop playing with the testicles." Hayate muttered after her and Amy burst out laughing.
She shook her head with a grin still on her face and got up, her tray in one hand and a sweatshirt in the other. "Come on little bro. I gotta go talk to Trish about our match tonight."
Hayate smirked at the thought of seeing his favorite diva again, even if it was for a brief second. "Coming!" He called, scurrying after her after disposing of his uneaten lunch. He passed by the Hurricane's table and laughed to himself when he caught sight of the banana resting on his tray. "Couldn't help it, could ya?" He asked quietly, walking out of the room.
*~*~*
"If you don't hold still it's gonna hurt a lot more."
Booker T grimaced and clenched his fist.
"You tensing up your muscles isn't going to help the matter either." The young man scolded. In one hand he held a needle and the other was holding out a tissue to the former WCW Champion.
"Dude, fine." Booker T muttered. He grabbed the Kleenex and used it to dap the sweat from his forehead. "Are you almost done though?"
Allan Reed Michaels, better known as Reed to his friends, looked at the wrestler impatiently. "Do you want this done or not? Because I could just leave it like that and it'll look like you gotta flower on your arm." There was no response and he had just touched the needle down on the skin when the door burst open and he somehow managed to stay focused.
"Are you still working on that?" HBK Shawn Michaels asked his younger brother, peering over his shoulder.
"You are so lucky he's a professional at this." Booker T muttered. "Or God knows where that needle would be right now."
Reed laughed and elbowed his brother away. "He's being a girl and not letting me finish this thing. Plus look at him, he looks like he's going to start crying."
Shawn examined Booker T's face closely and nodded like a doctor giving his diagnosis. "You really are acting like a little girl." He commented.
Booker T flipped him off. "Man shut up. I don't wanna hear anything from your punk ass so keep your mouth shut."
"Ooh, those are fighting words, Booker my man." Shawn said, pretending to have an insulted look on his face.
"Not here." Reed instructed. "Not with all these sharp pointy objects around." He turned to his brother. "You, get the hell outta here before I turn this needle on you." He paused and turned to Booker. "And you stop crying before I tell all the guys backstage what a wuss you are."
Now I shall lead you all this way to chapter two…