WWE
Disc: None of the characters you recognize belong to me.
Rating: G/PG
Spoilers: Roster split ended after Judgement Day. Stephanie, Austin and Bischoff are all co-GM's. Edge isn't hurt.
Pairings: Lita/Christian, Stacy/Brock, Victoria/Jericho, Lillian/Edge
Note: Since this was the fic that got the most votes in the poll I did a couple of days ago, I thought I might as well start with it. Tell me what you think. This is a challenge response to a challenge from Karen
- Lita/Edge, Lita/Jeff, Lita/Christian, or Lita/Jericho
- Torrie Wilson as a bitch
- A nasty Test/Stacy break up over the Girls Gone Wild thing.
- Torrie getting put in a match against one of the tougher Raw divas (i.e. Lita, Jazz, Trish, Molly, Victoria, etc.) and getting her butt kicked.
- Jerry Lawler getting the crap kicked out of him by Lita's boyfriend for making one too many crude comments
Part (1/?)
She stared at the man in front of her with a shocked expression.
"Excuse me??" She asked, disbelief tingeing her voice. The two men sitting in front of her both smirked.
"You heard us…" The dark haired man started talking, but was interrupted by his co-worker.
"Shut up Bischoff…look, Lita, I'm sorry…but for once, he and I are in complete agreement. I mean, we have totally different reasons for wanting to do it, but it's final." Stone Cold Steve Austin told the redheaded diva calmly.
"What about Stephanie? Doesn't she get a say in this?" Lita asked, anger lacing through her voice.
"Nope…majority rules…" Eric Bischoff told her happily. Lita glared at him, resisting the urge to slap the smug smirk off his face.
"The two of you are out of your bloody minds!!! Do you actually think that this is going to work, that we'll be able to work together?" Cause, you know, if you do, I'm pretty sure the WWE employs a couple of good psychiatrists…" She half-yelled at them, her hazel eyes flashing. Austin grinned. The girl had spunk.
"Yeah, actually, they do…but that's beside the point."
"Well, then, what the hell is the bloody point? You have to know that we'll kill each other before the week is out!"
"The point, Lita, is that you were cleared to wrestle less than two months ago. I don't want you back in the ring until you're ready. Therefore, you manage."
She glared at the Texas Rattlesnake, an annoyed expression on her face.
"I get that…I really do. But why can't I just manage Edge, or Brock? Hell, even Benoit would do…why the hell are you putting me with him of all people? I mean, honestly, you can't be drunk already, can you?"
"Damnit Red, don't give him any ideas!!" Bischoff growled at her, a resigned look entering his eyes.
Austin snorted. "You wish…actually, I put you with him because he's an arrogant asshole who can't keep his mouth shut…and giving him a manager, one who hates him, will piss him off immensely." Lita rolled her eyes.
"Tell me something I don't already know…and by the way, the feeling's mutual." She muttered, before a speculative look entered her eyes. "If I have to walk out with him, and I'm not saying I will, but if I do, can I at least screw with his matches?" She asked curiously.
"Hell, I don't care what you do, as long as you go out there with him. And it's not negotiable." Austin told her impatiently, fighting back a grin. She was feisty, that was obvious enough. The tall diva frowned again.
"But seriously, him?" She asked, walking to the door. Austin sighed.
"Yes, Lita…you are as of now, officially, Chris Jericho's manager." He looked around, a glint appearing in his eyes. "Now, where did I put that damn beer…" Bischoff sighed, shutting his eyes…it was going to be a long night.
TBC???