The Night's Far From Over
The guys arrived in their room long after everyone else had left the arena to party or relax, getting many strange looks from the hotel staff for their attire. Shane opened the door and groaned, "You gotta be kidding me."
The rest of the guys filed into the room and voiced similar reactions to the room. The girls had managed to change everything in the room including the bed (yes bed as in one for all six of them), curtains, and towels in the bathroom, into something overtly girly. The objects set up in that room would most likely be found in some six year old girl's room.
The T.V. was regular sized, big enough for all of them to see without having to crowd around it but it was, for some reason, pink with white, orange and yellow plastic flowers decorating it. The bedspread was similar to the T.V. as were the curtains. The guys were all arguing over what the sleeping arrangements would be while Matt for some reason was looking at a tape he found on top of the VCR.
"Yo guys, shut up," he said loudly, gaining everyone's attention. "I think the girls left us a video," he put the tape in and pressed play before anyone said anything else.
Once the tape started playing Anika and Amy, along with the other Divas that were involved with Anika's scheme earlier that night, popped up on the screen. They obviously taped it in that room for most of the Divas were sitting on the pink bed with Amy and Anika sitting Indian style in front of it on the floor.
Anika was smirking deviously while she said, "Why hello boys. So nice of ya'll to join us on a fine night such as this. I hope ya'll had fun earlier, but of course you did. What girl wouldn't love makeovers and bra and panty matches? Oh yeah, we wouldn't, and ya'll found out just why didn't you? Not only is it degrading to our gender but it's very embarrassing, but ya'll already figured that out by now, hopefully."
She paused and calmed herself down before going on, replacing the smirk on her face with a fake smile, "As I told ya'll earlier, the fun's not over yet. We hope you like your room, we all worked really hard to set this all up for ya'll. You're probably wondering why there's only one bed huh?" The guys all nodded their heads while looking at each other disgusted at the thought of having to sleep in the same bed as one another.
"Well that's really simple to answer. During a sleepover the participants usually sleep on the floor in sleeping bags. Now we know ya'll didn't bring any so whoever's closest to the closet, be a dear and open it up. You'll find everything you'll need for tonight including: junk food (Amy: What sleepover's complete without that?), 5 sleeping bags (Trish: Whoever won the match gets the luxury of sleeping in this lovely bed.), and a bunch of games and movies (Victoria: Mostly chick flicks but we did include a few horror movies). Check out is at 10 am sharp, you'll get your keys around 7:30, which should give you gals all the time you need to make yourselves purdy. Have fun and don't forget about that pillow fight."
The screen went blank as Billy opened the closet and pulled out the sleeping bags and started handing them out grumbling about how stupid their whole situation was. Once everyone was all settled into their sleeping bags Jeff spoke up, "We have to get them back for this."
The rest of the guys, not including Matt, gazed at Jeff in shock, "Yeah right man. I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I don't wanna get on their bad sides again," said Rey shuddering at the thought.
"Especially not Anika's, man she's scary," said Billy speaking up amongst the shouts of agreements. Not one of them there wanted to have to go through something like that ever again. They definitely had a lot more respect for the females on the roster after their brief stint as one of them.
"I can't believe you guys are punking out on us," said Matt outraged that they would just lie down and take whatever the girls wanted to do to them.
"Hey look, if you guys really want to be embarrassed like that again then go right on ahead but leave us out of it," said Shane turning over in his 'My Little Pony' sleeping bag to face away from the stubborn brothers, the others following suit and doing the same.
While the Hardy brothers were hard at work, plotting my demise without the added help of their friends, us girls were on our way out of the hotel for a fun-filled night of drinking and dancing.
There was a long queue of people waiting for admission into Krowbar, but me and the other Divas easily bypassed everyone, much to the annoyance of everyone else who had more than likely been waiting a good portion of the night to gain entrance into the popular club.
The club was jam-packed with celebrities, including most of the wrestling roster who greeted us lovely Divas as we made our way to the bar. Music blared from all around as nearly all the ladies of the WWE, including myself, settled around the bar, talking idly amongst ourselves while we waited for our drinks.
Over in a corner of the club, my father, Glenn, Chris Irvine (Jericho), Rob (RVD), and Paul and his Evolution teammates were sitting at a table, getting along for once, and enjoying a beer together. They had all noticed us when we entered the club but every guy at the table had their eyes on one Diva only.
And who could blame them really? Not to sound full of myself or anything but...I looked good. I was wearing this short camo mini skirt with a low riding belt made of bullets, fishnet stockings, knee high black boots with a good sized heal on them, and this form fitting black ¾ sleeved shirt that had a portion cut out above her bust with elbow length black arm warmers. My hair was left down and pin straight and my make up was dark, with smoky eyes lined with heavy black eye liner and just a clear glazed lip gloss to give my lips some shine.
I was oblivious to their stares as I conversed with my friends—having Diva-fied the guys that day had brought me closer to the rest of them. We were talking about something—the specifics of which I couldn't tell you—and did not notice my father and Glenn who were sneaking up on me. I had just taken a rather unconventionally large sip from my drink when someone jumper cabled me, causing the liquid in my mouth to go spurting out everywhere.
Coughing a few times to get my breathing under control, I narrowed my eyes at the laughing figure of my Uncle Glenn. "So, not cool," I muttered pouting slightly. My father draped his arm around my shoulders, grabbing at the drink he'd just ordered.
"Having fun?" he asked. I nodded with a big grin on my face. I'd had a blast that night and was intending on having even more fun yet. "Behaving yourself?" Mark asked after a second, knowing full well that that was a stupid question.
"When am I ever?" I snorted. Although I was in fact behaving myself, the night was still young and there was plenty of time for me to change that.
Glenn and Mark went back to hang with the guys, apparently us ladies were boring them with all our girl-talk. I couldn't blame them though. Even I was starting to zone out, wishing for more excitement than who's dating who and the latest fashions.
I gazed around the packed club, waving at random WWE stars as our eyes made contact. I think I was on my third drink, though no where near being wasted, when I was elbowed rather roughly in the side. Rubbing my side, that seemed to be taking all the abuse that night, I turned to glare at the culprit.
Amy smiled innocently but I saw right through it. However I did nothing because the opportunity had came and gone as Trish leaned closer to me and started speaking in a loud but hushed voice. Loud enough to hear over the music, but low enough so no one heard that wasn't supposed to. "They've been staring at you the whole night, hun," she said, staring past me.
"Who?" I asked dumbly, having not noticed any one staring at me before. Come on, I was sitting at a table with a bunch of WWE Divas. How am I supposed to tell whether they're staring at me or them?
I turned to get a glimpse of who she was referring to when her, Amy and Lisa (Victoria) all stopped me before I had the chance to see anything. "Don't look," Trish hissed, pulling my attention back to her.
I laughed at how absurd they were all being. "How am I supposed to know who you're talking about if I'm not allowed to look?" I asked finishing off another drink. Hard liquor and yet I was still only slightly buzzed...well according to me at least. I'll only think I'm drunk when the floor starts moving and I know for a fact that I'm sitting down.
The girls rolled their eyes at me and Amy answered, "We were going to tell you. Your father and Glenn were sitting at the same table as them but wandered off somewhere. Paul and the rest of Evolution along with Jericho and Cena, though it's mostly only Paul and Chris who are ogling you."
We all laughed at this, though I was fairly certain they weren't only looking at me. However the girls were convinced otherwise. "So what are you going to do about this little love triangle you've found yourself in?" Lisa asked eyes bright with mischief. I was definitely a bad influence on them for I noticed each had a similar expression on their faces.
I shrugged not really wanting to bother with them anyway. That is until Trish slapped a hundred dollar bill in front of me, "A hundred says you can't make them fight over you." Before I could accept or reject the bet two more hundreds were set on the table. I glanced at Lisa and Amy who were both looking excited at the prospect.
I nodded, slapping a hundred of my own down before spinning my seat to stare straight back at the guys, smiling flirtatiously at both Paul and Chris in turn who smiled or waved back. The night was still young and I intended to misbehave and my targets had no idea what was in store for them.
John Cena made his way over to a table with some of the other guys, with his long time friend Randy discussing the show they all had just had. "Some show, huh?" he said, him and Randy making themselves comfortable in the seats Mark and Glenn had just vacated.
They were greeted by Dave, glared at by Ric and ignored by Paul and Chris. Both John and Randy noticed right away Paul and Chris' state of distraction but figured they were just eying up their next conquest. Well with Paul that was more than likely the case, Chris on the other hand was a little iffy.
Ignoring Flair's obvious dislike for him, John started up a conversation with Dave, wondering why on earth Randy hung out with Evolution. Ric and Paul were the two biggest jerks on the roster. They made the perfect heels but they took it too far at times. John could understand playing the part but it was just ridiculous when the part becomes who you are during off-hours.
John's attention drew towards Paul when he let out a low whistle. Apparently he was correct in his assumption as to the nature of his distraction. He just wasn't expecting both Paul and Chris to be interested in the same Diva. "For once we agree on something," Chris said with a smirk, waving at Anika who was at a table near the bar with her new friends, Trish, Lisa and Amy.
John had seen her knocking back shots earlier and was quite surprised that she wasn't completely smashed. Instead she was sitting on a high stool, her long legs crossed in front of her, causing her already short skirt to inch up her leg. She was staring right at the table John was at with a look that would have screamed seduction if it wasn't for the gleam in her eye and the smirk on her face as both Paul and Chris looked to be on the verge of drooling.
"Too bad she only has eyes for me, Jericho," Paul said, tearing his eyes from the lovely beauty to smirk at a scoffing Chris, who disagreed wholeheartedly. John and Randy, who had noticed the guys' staring as well, rolled their eyes as the two bitter rivals started yet another argument over the blue haired beauty they'd been admiring.
They hadn't known Anika for very long since she had only been with the WWE for a few short weeks. But in that time they'd learned that she was a very...rambunctious girl. Always running around and smiling. The boys also learned that night to steer clear of her when she was putting on the charm. It only meant she was up to something, a part of which they most definitely wouldn't have wanted.
Randy and John were quite right in that assumption. They watched as Anika said something to the other Divas and downed another shot before slowly making her way over to their table. Her eyes were solely focused on one Wrestler and one Wrestler only and it wasn't who either Orton or Cena thought it'd be.
The music blared all around me as time went by and I made eyes at both Jericho and Paul. I was a little apprehensive about this bet, not wanting any hard feelings with either of them. However that soon changed as I was reminded by Amy of all the things they'd been saying about me and only me.
At times they were worse than the Hardys—and by them know that I mostly mean Paul but Chris could be just as bad…just less crude about his comments. It was not something I usually stood for, considering the events that spurred that night's show, and I had no intention of letting them get away unscathed. Their humiliation would come swiftly albeit less publicized.
I turned to face my new friends briefly, my decision to act already made up and said, "Wish me luck," before downing one last shot for a boost of confidence. Not the best way to get it mind you for I was finally starting to feel those drinks. Luckily though I was experienced in the art of drunken high-heal walking.
With my head held high, poised and confident, I locked my eyes on the leader of Evolution and sauntered my way over to his table, my hips swinging seductively from side to side, catching not only his but his tables' attention as well. 'Please don't trip. Please don't trip. Please don't trip,' I repeated over and over again in my head. Though I did say I was experienced...I never said it was a good experience.
I smiled my patented 'innocent' grin complete with a slight lip biting motion as I finally reached the table, cutting the mantra in my head short as I inexplicitly sighed with relief. There would have been no way I'd get them to take me seriously if I had fallen on my face while they were watching, drunk or not.
"Hey guys," I said softly to the table my eyes still on Paul. Chris smiled sweetly at me; both Cena and Orton waved energetically causing me to laugh slightly. Dave nodded my way while Ric said his own greeting and Paul shot me a lust-filled look complete with his eyes straying up and down my body only to lock on my chest before slowly trailing upwards where my eyes were locked solely on his.
I could see Jericho slump in his seat out of the corner of my eye, but made sure to give no indication that I had noticed this. I didn't know if it was because I was giving Paul all my attention but I sure hoped it was.
Apparently though, Chris wasn't the only one to notice my one track attention span. "Looks like you, Miss Anika, have eyes for the Champ," said Ric stating the obvious or what seemed to be the obvious to him and the rest at their table.
'Oh
this is too easy,' I thought, smirking as I tore my eyes away from
Paul to answer him. "As a matter of fact I do, Ric," I said
sweetly smiling and winking as I did so, "Which is exactly why I
came over here..." I paused as I leaned further on Paul, playing
with his hair as he wrapped one of his rather large arms back around
my legs, his hand playing dangerously close to the hem of my skirt.
My desire to say to hell with the bet and just backhand him right
there was growing with each caress. "Ya see, I had a good time
tonight. It was a good night after all. Don't you boys agree?"
A
round of concurrences rang out around the booth as Paul raised his
voice to be heard over them all. "Of course we agree,
absolutely. And anytime you need help with those Hardy Boy punks, you
know who to come to. Evolution will always have your...back."
'I'm going to disregard the fact that he just blatantly looked at my ass and is currently rubbing my leg!' Evolution agreed with Paul as usual, they were his mindless puppets after all, what else were they going to do? "Well that's very sweet of you boys, but back to what I was saying about a good ni—my good night!" I said quickly, giving a small smile to the guys at the table who'd noticed my obvious slip up. "Now so far I thought I had no complaints, I mean the show was great, I'm here with my family, friends and fellow co-workers, drinking it up and all but...there's just this one thing I want and I figured: Hey, why not go and get it, ya know?"
Paul nodded his head, smirking as he pulled me down onto his lap—me fighting not to cringe mind you. "And what exactly was it you wanted?" he asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively. And here's where I fought not to gag, though him thinking along the lines as he was just made it easier for me to manipulate him.
Biting my lip, I looked down at him innocently, "Well I'm not exactly sure I can get it anymore..." I stated sadly, hoping he took the bait.
He did. "Oh trust me, whatever you want you'll be able to get."
Brightening significantly, I smiled softly, "So you're saying that if I wanted it right now, I could get it?"
"Oh hell yeah," came his enthusiastic reply. Jericho, who'd been sulking the whole time I was 'flirting' with Paul, looked up to witness what he suspected to be an amusing spectacle.
I smiled widely at Paul before speaking. "Well that's good because I was just wondering if Chris would like to dance with me," I stated cheerfully, staring across the table at a smirking Jericho—who had, much like the rest of the table, caught on to what I'd been up to.
"In the words of my pal Trips: Oh hell yeah," Jericho said enthusiastically.
Stunned at what had just occurred, to him of all people, Paul's hands fell loose, allowing me to slip off his lap. And I did so without delay, wanting to spend no more time than I had to near him. Grabbing Chris' hand, I proceeded to drag him off to the dance floor. However I made sure not to go too far into the sea of mashing bodies for I still wanted Paul to have a good view of the show.
My back was pressed tightly to the front of Jericho and I was smirking at an infuriated Paul when I felt a breath on my neck. "You little minx!" Jericho growled playfully into my ear.
My smirk grew into a mischievous grin as I turned around to face my dance partner, my arms slipping around his neck, "Guilty as charged, Mr. Irvine."
Paul could not for the life of him wrap his mind around what had just happened. The little bitch played him like a fool. And in front of his friends and co workers no less! No one makes a fool out of HHH and gets away with it.
Ric and Dave tried to talk him down a bit; placate his anger and all but nothing was working. Especially not when Orton and his idiot counterpart Cena were turning blue from laughing too hard, and Anika was off dancing merrily with Jericho… directly in Paul's line of vision. Paul ignored the snickering morons across from him—who were now leaning on each other for support.
The song was blaring in his ears and all he saw was red as he abruptly stood knocking over his drink in the process. Dave and Ric stood to intervene but Paul had already crossed the distance, ripped Jericho from Anika—shocking the heck out of the former while the latter sauntered off, having expected nothing less than what was happening then from Paul.
He had already got in a few good punches before either Flair or Dave even made it to the fighting duo. Though he only got a few good punches in before Jericho began to fight back—the pair completely forgetting why they were fighting at all as their rivalry came back in full blast.
It would be an understatement to say that I was quite pleased with myself when Paul initiated the barroom brawl for it wouldn't even begin to cover just how satisfied I was at getting one over on him. I skulked unsteadily—thanks to the alcohol consumption—back towards my Diva instigators, who were having a jolly good laugh at both Paul and Chris' expense.
They were soon tossed out of the club however for causing such a raucous, Paul glaring my way as though to say, 'This isn't over.' And I didn't expect it would be and was very much indeed looking forward to the future confrontation but for now… "Drinks on me!" I shouted merrily to the club as I picked up the multiple hundreds I had just won.
"A bet now was it?" a familiarly delicious masculine voice drawled out laughingly from behind me as I sat myself back at a table with my friends.
"Do you really think I'd do that just for shits and giggles now, Cena?" I inquired, sloppily spinning on my stool to face him. The alcohol finally chose to kick in full blast at that moment causing me to slip sideways.
Luckily John was there to steady me. He chuckled as he helped me sit up straight, "Personally, I wouldn't put it past you." He took a seat next to me, his partner in crime Orton pulling up a stool on my other side as the three of us and the rest of the WWE roster drank and danced the night away.
I had no cares for everything was going my way. I knew that everything would soon go down hill, what with me now being on Paul's bad side. Though I didn't want to worry about that then. I wanted to party, then go back to my hotel room and relax, enjoying what was left of my solitude till RAW came around.
