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Chapter 10 - Unclothed Revenge
The next morning Lita was the first to wake up, which for the men wasn't a very good thing. The diva was still in a foul mood from the happenings of the previous night. She couldn't understand why they had decided to play such a joke on her.
The red head sat up in the bed that she had claimed the previous night and glanced around the hotel room. Orton and Cena apparently had taken up the other bed. How they managed that she wasn't sure considering both men were large in size and the hotel beds weren't all that big. It amazed her that one of them hadn't tried to knock the other one off the bed yet, but it all worked out in her favor. She smiled to herself as she crept out of the bed and headed to the couch where she knew that the other occupant of the room was sleeping.
Rey Mysterio shot up from the couch as he felt a little drizzle land on his forehead. He blinked at the smirking diva who was standing not far from him. He flinched away, waiting for her to do something.
"I'm sorry Lita. Don't hurt me."
The redhead laughed and shook her head as she placed her finger over her lips to indicate for him to be quiet.
"Don't worry," she whispered, "I'm not going to do anything to you. As for them..."
Hazel eyes shifted towards the bed with the two snoring superstars. One of them shifted in the bed, wrapping the blanket over himself causing the other to grumble. Lita looked back down at Rey and nodded her head towards the bag she had out.
"Come on you're going to help me pay them back."
Rey watched the redhead crawl to the bag and he silently debated on whether or not he should agree. He shrugged and followed after her. Now aware that she was pulling toys from the bag.
"What is all that?" He asked in a whisper.
Lita's smile never left her face. "I figured that they'd pull some sort of trick. So I was prepared to get them back."
Rey rose a brow. "With fake spiders?"
She smiled mischievously, "You haven't heard about their fear of spiders?"
The luchador shook his head and chuckled softly so as to not wake up the other two. With the supplies now all out of the bag. Rey listened as Lita directed him on what he needed to do. The Spanish wrestler only smiling as he listened, with a nod the pair stood up and got to work to position everything the way they wanted.
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One of the bodies in the bed moved. A groan escaping his lips as he stretched out his arm. The moment he made contact with something to his left he diverted his attention, frowning at that fact that John Cena was sleeping next to him. Randy Orton rolled his eyes sleepily and moved his arm quickly to reach for the nightstand between his bed and the one Lita had claimed.
The young man froze as his hand came into contact with something furry. Blue eyes shifted to the left and glanced at whatever it was he had touched. What he saw wasn't something he was expecting, the St. Louis native jerked and quickly hopped out of the bed with a short scream.
The reaction awoke the last sleeping occupant of the room as John Cena slowly opened his eyes. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, "Damn Orton stop screaming like a damn girl."
His head turned towards the direction of his friend who was now running towards the bathroom only to stop short and scream something about too many spiders. John couldn't help but laugh at his friend, dropping his hand to his chest and freezing. His eyes shifted to the furry thing on his chest and blinked at the blurred image before he too yelled, flinging the covers off his body and jumping out of the bed. He followed Orton's path crashing into the taller wrestler from behind and stared around the bathroom before both screamed.
"Fucking spiders!" John exclaimed darting to the door to the hotel room and dashing out with Randy not far behind.
The snickers heard from inside the hotel room were enough to stop both men in their tracks. Randy and John exchanged a look before glancing back at the door way to see a smiling Lita and Rey Mysterio. The redhead held one of the fake spiders in her hand.
"Nice underwear boys." She said with a wink.
The men looked down at themselves to realize they were standing outside in the hotel hallway in nothing more then their boxers. Neither man daring to laugh at the other especially when John was wearing a pair of pink My Little Pony boxers and Randy wear a yellow pair with Spongebob Squarepants on them. They stood in silence watching one another, until they heard the clicking of a camera followed by the slamming of the door. The grown men turning their attention back to trying to get back into the locked room.
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An hour an half later, John and Randy managed to return to the safety of their hotel room. Away from the prying eyes who had snuck their heads out from their rooms to see what all the commotion was about and from the squeals from girls who actually recognized them. The four sat in silence, that was until Lita decided to sing.
"My Little Pony...My Little Pony...Isn't the world a lovely place...My Little Pony...My Little Pony...Everywhere you go, a smiling face..." Lita sang with a bright smile on her face as Randy and Rey bother snorted with laughter.
John groaned, "Alright, alright...ya ain't gonna let me live that down are ya?" The trio shook their heads.
"Sorry hermano." Rey said with a smile.
Randy smirked, "Never imagined you for the girly type Cena."
"Shut up." John snapped, "It was a gift from my little cousin. She thought they were cute."
Lita stifled a laugh, "They are cute...for a little girl."
The West Newbury native grumbled under his breath as he leaned deeper into the couch.
"At least my boxers were normal."
"Normal?" John rose brow, "Bro ain't Spongebob gay? If you're wearin' those ya must be tryin' to give us a message or somethin'."
Randy glared at the older man and prepared to reply to his comment but was interrupted by Lita. The redhead standing up and pulling her red hair up into a ponytail.
"Ok children play time is over. Keep all childish comments to yourself. We need to figure out what we're going to do about getting to New York." Lita stated, looked at each man individually.
Rey stood up and walked to the balcony door, sliding it open. "I hate to say this Li-Li but it looks like we're not going to be able to go anywhere today. They haven't cleaned the streets yet and it's still snowing pretty heavily."
"I say to hell wit' tryin' to get to New York. The show'll be over by the time we get there anyway. I say we say 'ere wait out the snow, then leave." Cena said, relaxing in his seat.
"I still think we should leave anyway." Lita frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's bad enough we didn't get there yesterday like Bischoff wanted us to do, we should at least try."
Randy scoffed and plopped his legs up on the coffee table. "Bisch'll get over it. I'm not about to risk my neck in a snow storm. Do you know how many people die during snow storms? More importantly do you know how many women would cry if I died?"
The other rolled their eyes. Lita looked to Rey for support.
"Rey?"
"Sorry Li, I agree. We should wait it out. It's too dangerous out there." The San Diego native said.
The redhead threw her hands up in defeat. "Fine." She sighed, "but we don't exactly have snow clothes."
"There are some shops near by that we can walk to. We can buy some there and it's not like we're going to be staying here for too long." Rey offered.
Randy nodded, "Besides if you get too cold I'm sure Cena would be more then happy to keep you warm." He smirked and moved out of the way as John swiped at him.
"Orton you are such a pig." Lita stated, smacking the wrestler.
"You know you love me babe." Randy shot back cockily.
"In your dreams. Let's go boys, get dressed so that we can get proper clothes." She waited for no answer. Lita turned on her heel and withdrew clean clothes from her suitcase before she entered the bathroom.
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Twenty minutes later the four WWE superstars left the safety of their hotel room. One the trip down to the lobby, they ran into a few fans who had been quite disappointed to see John and Randy fully clothed. The men sheepishly brushing them off as Lita and Rey held towards the front desk to request another night before they set out for more weather friendly clothing.
"It's so damn cold." John huffed when the crisp winter air brushed against his face.
"That's why it's called Winter." Lita stated as she wrapped her jacket more tightly around herself.
"You know guys..." Randy began, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. "I just realized something. We might not be back in time for Christmas. Tomorrow's Christmas Eve."
"Yep. Crap this is going to be the first time I miss Christmas with my kids." Rey sighed sadly.
Lita put a comforting hand on her friends shoulder and the Latino looked up offering her a small smile.
John sighed, "Sorry man, I guess this is all my fault that we're stuck here. I got us lost."
"Damn right you got us lost." Lita hissed.
"Woman it ain't all my fault. Orton shouldn't have fallen asleep while I was drivin'. He had the damn map." John shot back.
Rey laughed softly, "Guys calm down. Just try and get along. Like Randy pointed it out, tomorrow's Christmas Eve and whether we like it or not we are going to be spending it together instead of our families."
"My dad is going to kill me." Randy muttered and glared down at the snow covered path.
"Enough with the sadness." Rey stated, "Let's check out these shops for some clothes so we're not freezing out asses off."
The group nodded in agreement and entered the first shop. The quartet splitting up once inside the warm building. Each had a similar thought as they branched off. If they were going to be stuck together on Christmas day then they were going to make the best of it.