-1Author's note: Hiya, second chapter, hopefully much better than the last with actual wrestlers actually involved this time. Aren't you lucky? Updates will be sporadic, because I have this thing called a life that unhappily likes to interfere with my writing time, and my brain doesn't help matters by blocking itself just when I want to write. But they will happen so, if you like the fic, keep checking back. I'm aiming for at least one update a week. And if you really like, you can always leave me a comment! Whee! And if you hate it, still leave me a comment, because I like to know when I'm pissing people off.
That's all for now. See you next update.
-Ellister
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Day One in the Big Brother House
In the week running up to Big Brother we were kept as hidden as possible, training in private and rooming separately to the other wrestlers, presumably to ensure that we didn't get to know anybody prior to going into the house, and all the fans were told, in newsflashes on RAW, SmackDown and the WWE website, was that two new Divas would be making their entrances in the house. The day after we signed our contracts we discussed ring names - Kit was going to be Kitten, naturally, with Falling Apart by Zebrahead as her entrance theme, and after much deliberation I decided to go with my friend Kelby's nickname for me, Ellister, with In Your Face by Children of Bodom as my entrance theme. It was all very exciting, and Kit and I couldn't wait to actually get into the house and see who we would have to put up with for a maximum of six weeks.
On the day we were separated and taken to the hotel that the wrestlers who were evicted from the house would be staying at for the duration of the feature. Our arrivals were staggered to avoid the Superstars running into each other, as the whole idea was that no-one knew who had been chosen until they actually got into the house. And once at the hotel we were under strict instructions not to leave our rooms until a minder came to escort us to the house. I didn't mind though; as it was I barely had time to get ready before someone rapped on the door. I was dressed in black flared cords, a green one-shoulder tank top with a silver dragon on it, a long sleeve mesh hoodie and a big metal bullet belt, with my black-with-blonde-tips hair done loose and straightened flat. I finished my preparations by putting on some lip gloss, smiled at my reflection, and silently wished myself luck.
I gathered up my case and wrenched the door open. A gruff man all in black announced he was to be my escort and I followed him down the corridor, into the lift, through the lobby and to a gleaming black limo waiting outside. My stomach was doing nervous flips as I sat down and I felt slightly dizzy, slightly sick and short of breath. Being a WWE fan for a long time, I was incredibly conscious of the fact that I could meet one of my idols, Undertaker, and if that happened I would hardly be able to control a fangirl spaz-out. Live. On television. In front of millions of viewers. Which wouldn't be good for my reputation.
It was only a short drive to the Big Brother House, and I didn't get time to be nervous as I stepped out of the limo. Fans were cheering, light bulbs were going off into my face, and before I could get my bearings Todd Grisham had grabbed me by the arm and led me out into the space in the middle of the crowd for a quick interview.
"Here she is, this is Ellister!" he was saying. "Now Ellister, I understand you're a new Diva?"
"That's right," I replied lamely, unable to think of anything at present as my mind seemed to have gone on a last-minute holiday.
"How are you feeling?" he asked and I gaped dumbly at him for a moment before forcing a smile and forcing my vocal chords to work.
"Bit nervous." I grinned and tucked my hair behind my ears.
"What are you hoping to achieve in the Big Brother house?" Enough with the questions! my mind screamed at him. I just wanted to get out of there, and I couldn't think with a camera shoved right in my face.
"I'm hoping to make some friends, maybe get some practise at kicking some arse, and most importantly, not get voted out first," I replied in a miserable attempt to be witty, although whether Todd was laughing at the actual words or the fact that it was so lame I had no idea.
"That's great Ellister!" He led me to the top of the big steel doors that separated the Big Brother house from the rest of the world. "Are you ready?"
"Sure. Let's do this thing," I said with a nervous grin. My entrance music started to play and I felt a jolt of excitement as the doors slid back. I looked back to wave at the fans, who were cheering, and then started off down the stairs, my heart hammering painfully in my chest.
I took a deep breath as I reached the heavy double doors at the bottom of the stairs, and pushed them open. The wrestlers already in the room stopped talking and turned to stare at me and I paused momentarily as I took in who was there. Ashley, Batista, Brian Kendrick, Candice, Chris Masters, Carlito and Edge were stood around. I smiled and waved uncertainly. Ashley was the first to react.
"Oh hi! You must be one of the new Divas!" she said excitedly and hurried over to me to give me a hug.
"That's right. I'm Ellister."
"Let me introduce you to everybody!" I smiled politely as I was dragged over to the others and shook hands with them all. Chris Masters had a gleeful sort of look in his eye and raised my hand to his lips as he took it. I suppressed a shudder and the urge to kick him in the nuts and quickly turned to Edge, who was stood with his arms folded and a cocky smile firmly in place.
"So, Ellister," he said with a smirk. "Do you have a soul? Or do you have to earn it by sacrificing Christian babies?"
"Nah, not just Christian babies, any babies will do, preferably first born," I replied with a grin. "It doesn't necessarily have to be babies either," I added with a pointed look in his direction. "In fact Superstars' souls are worth about fifteen hundred babies', so watch your back." Batista sniggered and clapped his hand on my shoulder.
"I like you!" he said, as Edge gave me an appraising look. Ashley laughed and grabbed hold of my arm.
"Let me show you around!" she said excitedly. We went through to the girl's bedroom where I claimed my bed and dumped my case, and then she showed me the Diary Room, the indoor gym complete with a wrestling ring, the huge kitchen, the conservatory which housed a spa pool and the garden, which had fairy lights strung up along the imposingly high walls, which were topped with barbed wire, and right at the end was a chicken coop. There was one chicken that was staring dazedly at the wire and kept trying to peck it, and I sniggered and mentally named it Masters.
When we got back inside some more Superstars had shown up. Gregory Helms, Hunter, JBL, Jeff Hardy, John Cena and Johnny Nitro were milling about. Hunter and Edge were occasionally shooting each other suspicious glances but apart from that the mood was still relatively genial.
"Hey guys, this is one of our new Divas, Ellister!" Ashley announced, pushing me forwards into the middle of the group. I stumbled over my own feet and knocked into Hunter, who grabbed hold of my arm to steady me.
"Whoa there. Hey, I'm Hunter."
"Hi," I whispered and smiled weakly, feeling unaccountably shy in the face of one of my heroes.
"What's that? I can't hear you." Hunter put his hand to his ear and leaned closer. "Speak up. Or did Vince hire a mute?"
"Oh, shut up!" I muttered irritably, shoving him. "You're a pillock."
"You get used to it," supplied John, and folded his arms and looked completely untroubled as Hunter shot him a death glare that would have melted a lesser man. "What?"
"Are you saying that I'm a… what she said?" demanded Hunter, gesturing wildly at me.
"Hunter, everyone knows you are," said Edge with a cocky smirk.
"Don't you start! You're worse than him!"
"I am not!" Edge looked genuinely affronted. "I'm the Rated R Superstar!"
"Yeah, rated R for Retarded," sniggered John. JBL just snortedandJeffsniggered as the three started bickering loudly.
"What have you done?" he asked, looking thoroughly amused.
"Er… started World War Three, I think," I replied with a shrug as we sank down onto one of the couches. "Dear Diary, today in my new job I contributed to the destruction of the world - OI!" I roared as Edge picked up a cushion and threw it at Hunter, who ducked so that it hit me. "Fucking gobshite," I muttered as I lobbed it at Edge's head.
"You know, it's kinda hard to tell, they're like this in the locker room all the time," he remarked. "Hey! Leave me out of it!" he yelled as Edge pushed John, who stumbled and fell into him. I roared with laughter as Jeff shoved John onto the floor and dived into the melee.
"I think I'm going to like working here," I remarked to Ashley, who giggled as the door opened. I looked up and couldn't quite suppress a fangirl squeal as Kane strode through the doorway.
"KANE!" He looked startled as I jumped to my feet, pushed through the warring quartet and grabbed the man in a great big hug.
"Uh… hi?" he asked uncertainly as I let him go and grinned.
"Hi. I'm Ellister, a new Diva, and I've always wanted to do that."
"Oh. Right. Hi," he said, still looking a trifle shocked and uncertain, and turned his attention to the battle raging in the living room. JBL was providing commentary, Carlito had now been roped in, and the rest were egging them on and placing bets on the outcome. "What happened here?"
"Er, that was my fault. I insulted Hunter and it snowballed from there. Can you say, oops?" He laughed and clapped me on the shoulder.
"You'll fit right in, I'm sure. Watch out." He pulled me out of the way of Jeff's falling body; Jeff hit the ground with a grunt and sprung back up as if he was made out of rubber.
"Sorry!" He flashed me a brief grin as he dived onto John and Kane shrugged, led me well away from trouble and plonked me down in between Candice and Ashley.
"Look after her. She's not to start any more fights, all right?"
"But it's fun!" Candice and I said together, and laughed. Kane sighed and folded his arms.
"You mean you're not even going to try and behave?"
"Why would I do a damn fool thing like that?" I pouted.
"For my sanity!" he replied, his tone conveying that he was surprised I even need ask.
We watched the fight for a bit, cheering loudly as Jeff picked up a fluffy cushion and tried smothering John with it as Carlito and Hunter chased Edge around the room.
The doors opened again and Kit stepped through wearing vinyl pants and a hunter green tank top; so intent were we on the fight that we didn't notice her arrive until she clapped her hands loudly and yelled "OI!" The men stopped fighting and turned to look at her; Jeff dropped the cushion he was holding. I couldn't see the look on his face but he had gone stock-still and was staring, and I guessed that in his world time had slowed down while Theme From A Summerplace played in his head. Hunter and Carlito dropped Edge and tried to look innocent, and John jumped up and grabbed her around the waist as he tried to hide behind her.
"Protect me, new kid!" he begged. Kit turned to face him and raised an eyebrow.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because they're ganging up on me!" Kit snorted.
"Jeff doesn't look much like a gang," she snorted. "And you probably deserved it. Elli?"
"What? It wasn't my fault!" I protested. John let out a loud, sarcastic laugh and I shrugged. "All right, so maybe I called Hunter a pillock, but you didn't have to get involved."
"Sure I did! I had a, uh, a thing… You know!" Kit rolled her eyes and smacked him around the head.
"Prat!" she muttered and turned to face the others. "Hi, I'm Kitten." There was a chorus of "Hi, Kitten," and she came to sit with me, Ashley and Candice as Jeff, John, Hunter, Edge and Carlito tried to pretend that they hadn't been fighting a mere thirty seconds before.
More people came in as Kit and I wandered around trying to get to know the rest of the guys. Lashley came in after Kit, and was followed by Lillian Garcia and Lita. Kit was so excited at the appearance of her favourite female wrestler that she immediately abandoned her conversation with John to go and talk to Lita, and they were soon joined by Edge. John sat there gaping after her, his brow creasing in a frown.
"Have I just been dumped for a chick?" he asked. "Tell me Kit did not just abandon me for a chick!"
"She did. Sorry, hon, but Lita's hotter than you," I teased.
"Huh!" John looked mortally offended at the notion and folded his arms as he slumped back in a sulk.
"Fine, if you're going to be a big baby about it… Hey Brian!" I latched on to Brian Kendrick as Chris Masters was showing worrying signs of wanting to come over and talk to me, and steered him forcefully over to the other side of the room.
"Are you okay?" he asked as Masters frowned and tried instead to muscle in on Kit's conversation with Edge and Lita.
"Chris Masters creeps me out," I admitted in a low whisper. "I'm not sure what it is…"
"The way he's been blatantly trying to paw you and Kit since you got in here?" he suggested, wrinkling his nose with disgust. "Yeah, he's a creep. Best not to get involved."
"Believe me, I don't intend to, and if he grabs my sister's arse again I will kick him SO hard…" I muttered as he grabbed Kit. "Or maybe not," I amended as Kit spun around and kicked him. Hunter immediately darted to Kit's side to pull Masters away from her and give him a lecture.
"You and Kitten are sisters?" asked Brian, his eyes widening in surprise. "But… you're British, she's not…"
"Long story," I replied with a shrug and turned to the doors opened to admit Matt Hardy. I was glad I had such tight hold of Brian, as my knees went weak. Matt was infinitely hotter in real life than he was on screen, and I had to work hard to keep myself from spazzing out. He looked around, spotted me, and wandered over with a grin.
"Hey there, new Diva!" he said with his hand outstretched. "I'm Matt; it's nice to meet you."
"You too. I'm Ellister." I took hold of his hand and tried to ignore the jolt that passed up my arm at the contact. My face flushed and I was seconds away from swooning into his arms. Matt just looked at me, a small smile on his face, and Brian coughed loudly.
"I'm uh, going to go over there," he said loudly and scarpered. Matt and I ignored him as we continued staring dumbly at each other, an awkward silence building between us. I realised I still had hold of his hand and dropped it.
"So… you're new," said Matt unnecessarily.
"Yeah," I replied lamely. "Signed on a week ago and got press-ganged into this."
"Cool." We lapsed into silence again and I shifted awkwardly from one foot to another, unsure of what to say apart from 'Fucking hell, you're hot'.
"So you're British?" Matt asked, making another brave stab at conversation. I nodded, trying desperately to steer my brain away from its current train of thought, which was along the lines of 'you so hot, want to jump, NO must not jump, jumping bad!'
"Yeah. Moved here about a year ago," I replied, not daring to look at his face in case I lost control and totally spazzed out.
"JEFF!" Kit's yell made us both jump. We looked over to see Kit swearing loudly as she tried to get out from under Jeff. We both laughed, and the tension between us vanished.
"Sorry! So sorry!" Jeff was saying as he rolled off her and helped her to her feet. "John pushed me!"
"Hmm!" Kit folded her arms and glared at Jeff and John, and they both backed away.
"Excuse me, I think I have to go and stop my sister before she kills your brother," I said to Matt and he laughed.
"Good idea. I'll just go and escort my brother to safety, then." Matt hurried over and grabbed Jeff and I grabbed hold of Kit.
"Let's not kill the nice people before we've even been in the house an hour, yeah?" I asked.
"Kill? Me? Nah, I wouldn't kill… maybe maim a little," Kit snorted, but allowed herself to be led away as we joined the other Divas at the kitchen table.
We stayed mainly with the Divas as more people entered the house, occasionally talking to some of the lads whenever they passed our table. Chris Masters kept looking longingly over at us, but didn't make any moves towards us as Kane kept glaring at him every time he looked like getting up from his chair. Melina ran straight to Johnny Nitro when she entered the house, ignoring the rest of us, and Candice confided that Melina was a cow who thought herself queen of the locker room. Kit and I exchanged smirks at this; it'd be fun to put her in her place. By contrast, Mickie James ran over as soon as she spotted us at the table, greeted Kit and I with enthusiastic hugs, sat herself in between us and began chatting away as if we were long-lost sisters.
Paul London, Randy Orton and Shane McMahon followed; Randy immediately joined the group that currently consisted of John, Hunter, Jeff, Matt and Carlito, and wasted no time in making known how hot he found the new Divas - "Especially the brunette, I mean, check out that vinyl clad ass!" he remarked to Jeff, who pretended not to hear.
Shawn Michaels wandered in after that, and Kit went very still. A small squeak escaped her lips and she glared at me as if daring me to mention it. I just sniggered and wondered exactly how badly her inner fangirl was spazzing out. Shawn spotted us at the table and practically ran over, a look of almost childlike glee on his face.
"New Divas! Hey, I'm Shawn!" he said enthusiastically.
"Hi, I'm Ellister, this is my sister Kitten," I replied, and nudged Kit in the ribs; she had gone slack-jawed and wide-eyed and I wondered for a moment if her brain had actually shut down.
"Shawn Michaels…" she whispered, and then started babbling about his entire career, startingfrom the beginning. Shawn looked politely bemused at the tide of information sprouting from her lips, and when she paused to take a breath both Lita and I clapped out hands over her mouth.
"Kit's a big fan," I supplied helpfully. Shawn grinned andclapped his hands delightedly.
"Yay! Come and talk to me, fan!" He grabbed Kit, who shot me an almost despairing look as she was led away. I watched them talk, only half paying attention when Torrie Wilson and Trish Stratus were admitted. Hunter wandered over to join Shawn and Kit and I relaxed as the three of them indulged in a bit of good-natured banter, Kit's natural sarcasm totally quashing her fangirl spaz-out.
Temporarily bereft of entertainment I looked around the room. Jeff, Matt and Carlito were whispering together and pointing at Randy. Just as I wondered what they were planning the doors opened again and the Undertaker stepped in.
"OHMYGOD!" I looked around for the person who had screamed and realised with a flush of embarrassment that it had been me. Everyone turned to stare at me and Kit rolled her eyes as I tried vainly to control my inner fangirl. I failed, and charged him much as I had done with Kane.
"Oof!" Taker grunted as I hit him at about waist height and hugged him tight. "Er…" he added as I continued to hug him. "Kid… can't… breathe…"
"Oh. Sorry." He turned a cool gaze onto me and I looked at the floor, feeling like a total fool. "It's just, I've been a fan of yours since childhood, and you were like my first idol, and now I'm meeting you, and yeah I'm just going to shut up now because I'm babbling, hi I'm Ellister and I'm a new Diva?" I supplied helpfully. Taker's face split into a broad grin - a strange sight in itself - and he shook my hand.
"Good to meet you, Ellister," he said sincerely. "It's always nice to meet a fan."
"Ha! Fangirl!" taunted Randy as he appeared suddenly beside me and poked me in the ribs. I squeaked and jumped sideways, crushing Taker's foot as I did so.
"Sorry! Randall Keith Orton, I'm going to MURDER you! STOP FUCKING POKING ME!" I roared as Randy continued to jab a finger into my side. I grabbed his hand and tried to bite it. Randy tried to snatch his hand away but I kept a death grip on it and as we wrestled, he tripped over, pulling me down on top of him.
"Hey there, cutie," he smirked, wrapping his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes and tried to get off him, but he held me too tight. Kit ran in and kicked him in the side until he let me go. He got to his feet rubbing his side and looking hurt.
"What did you do that for?" he pouted. "I did nothing!"
"You were groping my sister," Kit pointed out.
"Your sister threw herself at me, what's a boy to do?" asked Randy with a perfectly innocent look on his face. "Hey that's it, you were jealous weren't you? You wanted me all to yourself? Well, ladies," he said, smirking as he wrapped his arms around our shoulders. "There's no need to fight. There's plenty of me to go around. Hey!" he protested as John smacked him over the head. "What did I do now?"
"Don't molest the new Divas, ok?" said John sternly.
"I wasn't molesting! They liked it!"
"Behave, both of you," said Edge, looking amused. "Randy, you're a manwhore."
"Am not!"
"You are!"
"You're making me angry. You won't like me when I'm angry."
"Pfft! I've seen you angry, it's about as frightening as a little girl."
"That's it, Edge! You're going DOWN!" Randy charged Edge, who got out of the way so that he crashed into Matt instead. Matt shoved him away and aimed a slap at Randy, who ducked so that he hit Hunter by mistake. Within seconds all was chaos as Jeff, Matt, John, Randy, Edge, Shawn, Hunter and Carlito all attacked each other and the middle of the living room was just a writhing mass of bodies. The door opened for the final time and Vito, wearing a pretty blue floral dress, stopped dead at the sight in front of him.
"What happened?" he asked, sidestepping Edge as he rolled towards him.
"They're being… well, themselves," supplied Lita helpfully, and Kit and I grinned at each other as we settled down to watch the chaos unfold.
