Rating: R for explicit content and language.
Spoilers: Nothing current.
Summary: Just when things couldn't get any worse...they did.
Notes: Starts from the night Evolution humilated Lita in the ring, 11-10-03.
Prologue: The Games Begin
If Trish Stratus had to sum up Lita's current mood in one word, it would be: pissed. Not that the petite blonde could blame her friend for feeling like that. Triple H and friends, after all, had publically humiliated the redheaded Diva. Of course, it was always some sort of default that whenever Triple H was in the near vicinty, the mood would change. And now that he had both of his head goons at full health, the potential for a change in mood went from bad to worse in less than five seconds. But, it wasn't so much the fact that they had humiliated her like they had, but rather..they were enjoying it. Somehow though, the redheaded Diva had expected that part. None of them ranked high on her potential friends list -the top spot reserved for Triple H with a bullet- but they could've chosen any moment to just walk down to the ring. Of course, they hadn't done that..they had interrupted her time in the ring and of course, they had done it with that typical cocky air.
"Li?" Trish called out tentatively, the Diva in question currently pacing like a caged animal. "Li, honey..they're just a bunch of chauvanistic assholes. You can't let them get under your skin."
Lita snorted, "I'm well aware of the type of people that they are Trish, but I think I have every right to be pissed off about it."
"And I'm not saying you don't," Trish conceded easily. "But getting so worked up about it won't get you anywhere."
"Then what should I do, hm? File a comlaint with management?" Lita rolled her eyes, raking her hands through her hair. "Trish, you and I both know Bischoff doesn't give a damn."
Trish shrugged, "Then what about Austin?"
"Right..so I complain to Austin, Bischoff gets wind of it.." Lita shook her head, "Even if I did do something it-"
"Then stop stressing over it!" Trish tossed up her hands helplessly, "If it was anyone else, you'd just let it slide, so why are you getting so worked up over what they said?"
"They didn't say anything," Lita reminded the blonde crisply. "It was him. They were just there for show."
Trish rolled her eyes, "You know what I meant Li.."
The redhead slowly nodded, "Fine..alright..fine. This is me..letting it go."
"Good," Trish smiled then, tucking a strand of rampant hair behind her ear. "Then, how about joining me, Stace and Terri for a night out.."
Lita rolled her eyes, "Normally I'd say no chance in hell, but..I suppose I can make an exception."
Trish rolled her eyes right back, a brow raising in confusion when the redhead reached the door. "Where are you going?"
"To find Terri." The redhead explained quickly as she grasped the doorknob. "You know, stupid match with Molly and Gail?"
"Oh yeah..duh." Trish shook her head, "I'm such a-"
"Blonde?" Lita smirked, opening the door then. "I know Trish,..believe me, I know."
Trish tossed her shoe as the door shut, the petite blonde settling in to watch the monitor.
xxx
And for her part, Lita did set off to find Terri to talk to her about their 'match' that night. She knew that Terri really wasn't there to wrestle, but at least it would be good practice for the redhead. She wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of wrestling Gail and Molly, but at the same time..it would be a good way - and a much healthier way - for her to let out some of her agression. Still, by the time she had talked to Terri and gotten a lovely pep talk from Bischoff..the redhead was more than ready to head back to her locker room to prepare for the match. What she didn't expect was to run into Randy Orton, Evolution's youngest member, on the way back.
"I must say I'm not too surprised when women throw themselves at me." Orton smirked, eyeing the redhead lazily. "But you? It's a welcomed surprise."
Lita glared, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I'm sure, but if you would excuse me..I have a match to prep. for." She gritted her teeth, her arms swinging by her sides as she tried to sidestep him.
Orton grabbed her by the forearm, pulling her closer to him. "What's the rush, baby? Your match is right before mine..how about we 'prep' together?"
Lita tried to wrench her arm free. "How about no..look Orton, if there are so many women out there who willingly throw themselves at you..why don't you find one of them and leave me alone."
Orton raised a brow, "Let me think about that.." His face hovered closer to hers, his mouth a breath away from her ear. "No."
The redhead squared her shoulders, "Do you assholes in Evolution have a fetish for chasing after people you can't have?"
Orton chuckled, leaning in to press his face against her neck. "Who says I can't have you?"
"Me, that's who."
He released her abruptly, but not before he licked a trail from the base of her neck to her ear. "You'll change your mind..they all do."
Lita wiped angrily at her neck, the redhead stalking off to other parts of the arena. But if anything, the little confrontation at least provided for more fuel for her upcoming match. Too bad, she didn't count on Randy Orton making a repeat appearance. She knew she was supposed to lose, the odds were never in their favor to begin with, but that didn't help her mood any as she stalked through the curtains. Lita gingerly rubbed the back of her head; mentally plotting the downfall of Gail and Molly.
"Baby, we really need to stop meeting like this."
Lita glared, "Believe me, it's not planned so why don't you just step aside so I can hit the showers."
"Ooh, you move fast." Orton winked, a suggestive smile on his face. "But, I'm afraid it'll have to wait until after I beat that washed out, loser 'HBK'."
The redhead rolled her eyes, "I hope he knocks some sense into that thick skull of yours."
A cocky smile alit his face, "No..no..it's too easy." He smirked then, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "The shower's free in Evolution's locker room."
Lita snorted, stating sardonically. "I'll keep it in mind..thanks." She clenched her hands into fists, brushing past him before he could utter another word.
xxx
Later that night, and as she had promised, Lita found herself taking in the Boston nightlife with Terri, Stacy and Trish. She admitted easily, that yes, a girls night out was what she needed. After all, between the four of them; none of their love lives were looking spectacular. Of course, Trish was quick to point out that Lita had Matt..while Lita quickly retorted that Matt was on Smackdown. But, instead of drowning in their sorrows, they drowned another way. And one round of shots, quickly turned into another..and another. The end result was Lita, Trish, Terri and Stacy wandering down the sidewalk until they found another club - and another set of appreciative males - to buy them drinks.
"So..." Trish slurred as the four waited in line, "Where to next?"
Stacy giggled, "Umm...I dunno.."
Lita snorted at the two, "You two are pathetic..can't hold your liquor." She sighed overdramatically, "I need new drinking buddies."
"I can so, hic, hold my liquor." Trish stated definately, a rather unladylike burp escaping her then. "I'll prove it."
Terri and Lita exchanged a disbelieving look..but declined to comment.
"Ooooh look!" Stacy let out a high pitched squeal, "They have strobe lights!"
Lita rolled her eyes, "Um Stacy? Just about every club we've parked our asses in? Has strobe lights."
"Really?"
"Yes really," Lita took the long legged blonde, gently by the forearm, leading her into the club. "Why don't we stay off the drinks for a little bit."
"Oh come on...party pooper." Trish whined as she and Terri followed. "We're here to have fun!" The petite blond sent a pleading look to the redhead. "Dance with me."
Lita sent a look to Terri, nodding to Stacy as she shrugged out of her jacket. "Can you keep an eye on this one?"
Terri nodded slowly, "I'll do my best."
"Come on Li! Lets go do da dip!"
Lita rolled her eyes, the petite blonde quite dragging the redhead along after her. Given, Lita didn't exactly mind dancing with her friend..in fact, it was something they often ended up doing when they went out club hopping. So, when Trish wrapped an arm around the redhead's shoulder; Lita went along with the flow.
"Well, well, well.." Hunter smiled appreciatvely from a nearby booth. "Look what we have here."
Orton tore his attention from the scantily clad woman in his lap. "What?"
"It's our friend Li-ta." Hunter nodded to the two Diva's, whom were currently grinding against each other. "And the blonde bombshell Trish."
Orton smirked, "That's why she turned you down then..she plays for the other team."
"Wrong.." Hunter rolled his eyes, a hand trailing over the thigh of one of the women in the booth. "She just hasn't played the Game."
"Well maybe she needs a little RKO."
Hunter raised a brow in challenge, "How about you put your money where your mouth is, Randy..50 says you can't get her to dance with you."
Orton waved it off dismissively, "I'd hate to just take your money like that H."
Hunter removed his wallet, thumbing through a wad of bills before he set a 50 on the table. "What's wrong? Afraid you'll get rejected?"
Orton snorted, nudging Batista and his current toy for the night. "I do not get rejected..and I'll prove it."
Hunter smirked cockily, "Another 50 if you can cop a feel."
Orton smirked in turn, straightening out his shirt sleeves as he stood. "I do enjoy this..taking your money I mean."
"Yeah okay, Randy. Put up or shut up."
Hunter looked on as Randy made his way over to the two Diva's. And much to his amusement, not only did Lita turn him down flat, but so did Trish. This was way too easy, and Hunter almost felt bad. Almost. Of course, he didn't count on the fact that Randy Orton was just about as persistent as he was, and despite the continuious denials from the Diva's..he was relentless. Which was why he was so surprised to see Lita and Trish inviting Orton along for a game of pool. Hunter could only wonder what Randy had said to convince the two Diva's otherwise, or what they were planning. Needless to say, he wouldn't like the outcome.
TBC
Author note: Okay so yes..another story from me, and well..I don't have too much to say about it right now. Let me know what you think.