Authors note: I don't own anything in the WWE obviously, so no law suits!
Chapter 1.
They always had two planes, one for the girls and one for the guys, that way, they didn't "mingle" too much and a diva get pregnant. The problem was, there were more diva's then male superstars, and so three diva's always had to ride with the guys. Today it was Lita, Trish, and Victoria who were chosen. They absolutely hated each other and sat as far away from one another as possible. Trish was in the very back of the plane, against the window, right next to Test. She was pretending to listen as he droned on about his life and how hard it was for him to wrestle since he had twisted his ankle a couple of weeks ago. Victoria was in the middle of the plane, right between Matt and Jeff Hardy. She was trying to read a book as they snored loudly in her ears. Lita was at the very front, with John Cena beside her, Randy Orton in front of her, and Batista behind her. They were all holding a very noisy conversation while she was trying to sleep. Since it was an overnight flight to Japan, some just wore their pajamas and were caught trying to sleep while others had absolutely no intention of falling asleep and were keeping everyone awake.
A couple of hours later, the place had quieted down a little, but John, Randy and Dave were all still keeping Lita awake. Finally she threw her pillow at Randy, because he had his seat nearly flat and was lying on his stomach talking to everyone. "What the hell was that for?" He asked as he threw it back at her. "For gossiping to much while I'm trying to sleep!" Lita said angrily. "You could have just said it a little nicer!" Randy said in a hurt voice. "OK, I swear that you sounded gay right there." Lita said. Randy slapped her on the stomach. "Hey!" Lita said in shock right before slapping Randy back. They got into a little slapping fight, Randy being as gentle as he could so as not to hurt her. Then Paul Heyman walked over to them and said "Cut it out! Lita, from now on you'll stay on the girl's plane!" He said. "Why?" She asked angrily as she gave him a death glare. "You're just too much of Tom Boy to be trusted on here." "Wow, and I was expecting an insult!" Lita said in a mock shocked voice. Heyman just stalked off. "OK, now let me please get some sleep!" She begged Randy, John and Batista. "Never!" John said with a smile on his face. Lita just sighed dramatically and pretended to fall asleep, falling over onto John. He began to gently caress her hair, which made her practically jump up. "There is a such thing as personal space between us! You know that don't you?" She asked angrily. "Oh, but you don't have a personal space anymore, remember?" Batista chimed in. "Oh, did I say that? I didn't mean it. It was a joke." Lita said in a nervous voice. "Yeah sure…" Randy said. "Oh, Shut up Orton!" Lita said as she threw her pillow at him. They began their slapping match again, then quickly stopped because Heyman came back over to talk to them some more.
Victoria was desperately trying to read The Unreal: Fleur by Sherri Sanders, but after repeating the same sentence five times, she gave up. After stowing her book away, she laid back in her seat and was trying to get to sleep when Matt Hardy put his head on her shoulder, and gave a huge snort. She gave the ceiling a look that clearly said your testing my patience, then closed her eyes, as if trying to get control of herself when she felt Jeff Hardy put his head on her shoulder. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at one then the other in rage, trying to decide what to do. Then she grabbed them both by their ears and sat them up. They both quickly woke up and pleaded for her to release their ears. She squeezed both their ears tightly as she said "Unless either of you want castrated, I suggest you keep your goddamn greasy heads off me, and quiet your snoring." They both nodded furiously and scooted over in their seats as far away from her as they could, once she had let go of their ears. 'Good. Peace and quiet now.' She thought as she rested her head on her pillow and closed her eyes.
Trish began staring at the window as Test complained about his swollen ankle. She once again began to daydream as she watched the clouds zoom by the window… 'She was at the beach, looking off over the ocean at the falling sun. As she walked along, a beach house came into view and she immediately headed towards it. She was almost there when a person emerged. "Good you finally made it, thought you would never come! Here are the keys, my number is on the refrigerator, and the dogs are kept in a kennel at the side of the house. Thanks so much for taking care of the house for me." The person said, then hurried around the side of the house before Trish could say a word. Wow, a nice beach house, all hers for god knows how long, this was gonna be the best… "Trish! Are you even listening to me?" Test asked angrily as he shook Trish from her thought. "Yes, you were talking about facing Maven when we get to Japan." Trish said as she once again began to pay attention.
After a few hours, everyone finally went to sleep. Unfortunately, so did the pilot. At first, he was fine, but then he saw that the co.-pilot was already asleep, and he too began to get tired. Instead of informing someone, and taking a small break, he thought that he could stay awake and tough it out. Too bad he decided to nod off, and right over the middle of the Pacific Ocean. He fell asleep leaning over the controls, and unfortunately, fell right on them, causing the plane to go into a nose dive. They were spinning out of control at an alarming rate, and by the time that everyone woke up it was too late. Some how, they landed only a few miles away from an island. Although no one knew at the time since it was so dark.
Moments before the plane hit the ocean, someone had gotten to the door and opened it. Water filled the compartment as everyone frantically swam for the door. The plane was going under quickly and some of the people had been knocked out by some one accidentally kicking them in the struggle to get out. Finally, when they all broke surface, only twenty people had made it out alive. They all huddled close together, in the middle of the ocean, waiting for some kind of help to come along, and when the sun rose, so did a glimmer of hope as they saw the island in the distance.
Authors note: I know the pilot falling asleep was really stupid, but hey, I couldn't think of a better reason at the time for the plane to crash. Review soon.