The remaining siblings are introduced. I know I made four chapters into two, but I want to try and use up as much space as possible! Enjoy! And review!
Caitlin Stratus looked at all the make-up scattered around and ran a hand through her thick blonde hair before starting to clean up. The RAW shows, for some reason, were always the busiest. And if you really think about it, there a very few divas who wanted their make-up done by her. She frowned at the thought and didn't even notice her sister walk in until she backed up right into her.
"Way to go Blondie." Trish teased, helping her pick up some of the fallen cosmetics.
"Thanks." Caitlin responded, laughter evident in her voice. They finished cleaning up and packing everything away in record time and Caitlin picked up her jacket before the two started heading out towards the rental car. "You did a really good job out there." She commented.
Trish winced, remembering the pain she went through because of that tag match with Jackie against Victoria and Molly. Of course Steven Richards had to go and interfere and of course they had to lose and of course Jackie had blamed her before stomping off towards the locker room, shutting the door in Trish's face. Caitlin cleared her throat and Trish looked up and saw her sister's expectant face. "Oh, thanks. We shouldn't have lost though."
Caitlin smiled and opened the passenger side door. "True, but at least your make-up looked really good."
"Yes that is true." Trish said, a grin on her face. She turned the car on and was about to back up when she was stopped by a multi-colored Hardy running their way, his arms waving in an attempt to flag them down. She put the car in park and rolled down her window. "Can I help you Jeff?"
He paused a moment, trying to catch his breath. He gave Caitlin a half-hearted wave and turned his attention towards the diva. "Um, oh yeah." He dug around in his pocket and eventually produced what looked like a crinkled up invitation. "Jericho wanted me to give this to you. It's just something at the club a bunch of us are going to. You can come too if you wanted to." He added, looking over at Caitlin.
Trish looked it over and shrugged lightly before turning back to Jeff. "We might make an appearance."
That was good enough for him and he gave them some kind of demented salute before turning around and jogging back to the building.
"So are we going?" Caitlin asked, looking over the folded up paper that Trish handed to her.
"It should be interesting." Trish commented. "We might as well. I don't think anything else is going on tonight. I could introduce you to a bunch of the people too."
Caitlin grinned at the thought of being introduced to the people she'd only seen briefly from afar and watched the city streets as they passed by in a blue, the latter due to the fact that Trish didn't know what the speed limit was put in place for. "It'll be fun." She said with an affirming nod of her head.
*~*~*
"…what the Rock... is… cooking."
"And cut promo. Good job guys."
The Rock lowered his sunglasses and glared at the girl standing behind the camera guy. "We just busted our ass for you and all you can say is 'good job guys'?" He asked, mimicking her.
"That was hardly busting your ass jabroni." The girl shot back, clipping some papers back on the clipboard. She flipped her dark brown hair over her shoulder and stood unflinching as the icon walked up to her, a scowl on his face.
He remained silent for a minute before grinning and pulling the girl into hug. "You just can't get over the fact that you're bossing me around, can you?"
Anastasia Johnson raised one eyebrow like her brother and shook her head, pushing away from him as she did so. "Nope and I love every minute of it."
He shook his head and grabbed his bag. "Yeah, I figured you would."
She nodded and followed him as he left the stage. "Hey can I ask you something?"
"I doubt it." He joked, grabbing a water bottle off the table as they passed. "But you can try your hardest."
"Why are you so retarded?" She questioned hypothetically. He opened his mouth to answer but she hit him on the arm. "That wasn't my question, shut up. There's something I wanted to ask you about one of the guys."
He rolled his eyes. "Please don't tell me you're one of those girls who obsesses over the wrestlers because we have grown up in this business and I will punch you if you say you have a crush on one of the guys backstage. Do you realize these are the same guys who saw you in your diapers when you were little?"
Anastasia was about to respond to that when what he said fully sank in. "They what?" She shook her head quickly. "That's not the point. And just forget I asked you anything." She added, walking at a brisk pace ahead of him.
Catching her by the arm, he swung her back around. "What were you going to ask me?"
"Nevermind." She said, looking around for some sort of escape form her brother. She spotted the women's bathroom and smiled. "I'll see you later! She called over her shoulder, pushing open the heavy wooden door. From the other side of the door she could make out her brother cursing loudly
"I'm going to find out sooner or later!" He called out threateningly.
"Not if I can help it!" She yelled back. She pulled her purse from her shoulder and set it down on the countertop. Peering into the mirror she grinned, and to think, this was just the start of her time at the company.
*~*~*~*~*
"So, would you say that 95% of the time you're out there, you're high?"
Rob Van Dam's mouth fell open in shock as he glared at the guy that had just made the accusation; the one who was now looking at him expectantly with hands poised over the keyboard, ready to type his response, his younger brother. Rob shook his head. "Shut up Gerrod."
"World's best comeback, right here folks." Gerrod said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "But honestly, tell me the truth."
"Okay, maybe sometimes, but not 95% of the time." Rob admitted. "Do you know how hard it is to always be that happy at everything?"
Gerrod nodded mock-sympathetically as he watched his brother pace around the room. "Yes, it must be extremely hard to put a smile on your face when you got thousands of people screaming at the mere sight of you. Not to be sarcastic and bitter or anything." He added quickly with a smirk when seeing the look Rob gave him.
Rob quickly dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Whatever dude. I gotta match to get ready for so you have to leave now."
"Do you think anyone would mind if I walked around a bit?" Gerrod asked, shoving his laptop and books back into his bag.
"Nah, just tell them you're my brother." Rob replied. "They won't care then."
Gerrod left the room without another word and shut the door behind him. He made sure it was locked (strict orders from Rob) and yanked his bag over his shoulder before beginning his trek in the backstage area of a WWE Raw event.
"What do you think they're gonna have me doing once I come back?"
Pausing quickly, Gerrod turned around and tried to inconspicuously hear whatever else the person had to say. He knew that voice; he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"Well, considering the fact that they're really lacking decent competition in the women's division, my guess is that they're going to put you back there."
"I wanna be the champion again though."
"You're just going to be coming back after what, eight months because of a neck injury and you think they're going to give you the title?"
"That's what they did with Triple H. He came back, won the Royal Rumble, and then went on to Wrestlemania to become the Undisputed Champion. Why can't I do that in the women's division?"
Gerrod's face perked up. It couldn't be, could it? There were no more voices and he began to walk around the corner when somebody stopped him.
"Hey buddy. Where do you think you're going?"
"Over there?" Gerrod guessed. He looked at the hand on his shoulder that was preventing him from moving any further and then up at the eldest Hardy brother.
Matt shook his head. "Do you have a backstage pass?"
"Who do you think you are, God?" Gerrod asked straightforwardly.
"Matt don't worry about it, he's my brother." Rob said, coming up from behind them.
Amy's face lit up as he mentioned the fact. "You're Gerrod, right?" He nodded in response, finding himself unable to form an intelligent sentence. "I remember meeting you before."
"Really?" Gerrod managed out. "I think I might remember you a bit too because we went to the movies that one time with all the ECW guys and you were there but your hair wasn't as red then and you didn't really dress the same but I do remember sitting five seats away from you and…" He trailed off when he realized all three were staring at him and felt his face turn red. "Rob, I'll catch you later." He mumbled, walking away. He heard somebody walking up from behind him and tensed when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and came face to face with the girl of his dreams, the same girl that he had just made a complete ass of himself in front of, and forced a smile.
*~*~*
The Hurricane was sitting in front of the mirror, touching up the green in his hair, when the door to his locker room swung open, hitting the wall behind it with a resounding 'bang'.
A girl stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips. Her hair was a slight pink color with darker pink streaks placed strategically around her hair and her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. "What are you doing?" She demanded, dropping her suitcases
He smiled, stood up, and shook his head, setting the dye and brush down. "I could ask you the same thing Rose."
She sidestepped her bags that were on the floor next to her and ran up to her brother, flinging her arms around him.
"You still haven't answered my question." He said once they separated.
Rose looked down and seemed extremely interested in a
stain on the carpet. "Well." She started
reluctantly. "I was coaching this
cheerleading team and we're down here for a competition this week and they had
their first meet yesterday and they lost so now we're down here for the next 6
days until the end."
Shane laughed. "So I get to spend the next few days with you because you
led your team to defeat?"
"Pretty much." Rose confirmed. "You
don't mind me staying here, do you?"
"I guess no." Shane answered reluctantly, removing some comic books
from off of the bench. "Did you want something?"
Rose shrugged. "Sure, I guess so. Got anything to drink?"
*~*~*
"Hayate, where'd you go?"
The 18 year old, younger brother of Lita, sucked in a deep breath and held it while his sister passed by. He exhaled once he was sure she was gone and, checking to make sure he still had the hair dye tucked away securely in his jacket pocket, walked slowly towards the back way to the locker rooms.
"Awesome match Rob!" A voice called, momentarily startling Hayate to stillness.
"Thanks Chris!" Rob called back.
Hayate waited while he heard the fading footsteps and silently cursed the entire company for taking the back hallways. He flipped the switch on the wall and the lights leading down the corridor went out. There were some protests heard form the wrestlers and Hayate took the opportunity to look down at the map and make his way to the room he was looking for. He pressed his ear to the door to make sure no one was in there and pushed the door open.
Shutting the door behind him, Hayate flipped on the room light and the first thing he noticed were the comic books strewn about the entire room. He almost tripped on some action figures while on his way to the bathroom and kicked them out of the way, sending one careening into the wall where it landed with a satisfactory 'thud'.
"28 years old and he still splays with dolls." Hayate said to himself, letting out his breath slowly. He looked up in panic as the doorknob began to turn and sprinted into the bathroom and shut the door as light poured through the room.
"Stand back, there's a hurricane coming through." Shane announced as he shut the door behind him. He took a quick inventory of his room, somehow managing to overlook the now disfigured action figure propped against the wall, and threw his bag on the floor.
Hayate listened intently and panicked when he heard footsteps approaching his hiding spot. He looked around and ducked into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind him.
The bathroom door opened a few minutes later and the Hurricane stepped, in, shutting it behind him.
"Damn, you are one sexy superhero." Shane complimented himself as he watched his reflection in the mirror. "It's no wonder everyone wants you. They just want to be in a match with you to get closer to this." He licked his lips and ran his hand down his side.
Hayate covered his mouth to keep from laughing, or gagging, and discreetly switched the two identical shampoo bottles.
"The only reason Molly left was because she couldn't handle this." He ran a hand through his green/brown hair and smiled seductively at his reflection. He quickly washed his face of all the paint and grabbed a towel, narrowly missing brushing past Hayate's arm. He dried off and then left the room about a minute later, humming something under his breath that sounded remarkably like: "I'm too sexy for my mask, too sexy for my cape, too sexy yeah."
Hayate left the room as soon as he could after everything was clear and tossed the old shampoo bottle from one hand to the other, putting it securely back in his pocket.
"There you are." Lita scolded, catching sight of her brother. "Where'd you go off to?"
"Just walking around." Hayate answered innocently. "What have you been up to?"
*~*~*
Chris Benoit was just going back to his locker room, turning the corner, and didn't notice the short brunette until it was too late and they were both on the ground. He quickly went to help her up but she brushed his hand away impatiently and stood up by herself.
"¿Qué el infierno usted no vio mí?" She demanded, her hands placed firmly on her hips.
"Sorry." He offered, not knowing exactly what she was saying.
"¿Arrepentido, eso es todo usted puede decir es arrepentido?" She asked, an angry look on her face. She waited for a response and when she didn't get one she threw up her hands in frustration. "Ah mi Dios. And I thought you wrestlers were supposed to be worldly."
"So you can speak English." Chris said triumphantly.
The girl looked immediately offended. "Of course I can. But don't you think it would be more fun to bitch people out when they didn't know what you were saying?" She asked coyly. "I'm Alyssa, by the way."
Chris was about to introduce himself when her eyes lit up and she ran past him. He turned around to see who it was and saw her hugging Rey Mysterio.
"Hey Chris!" He called. "I see you had the misfortune of meeting my younger sister Alyssa."
"The only misfortune around here is the fact that we're related." She shot back. "Tan cállese."
"¿Me dispensa?" Rey questioned, his eyebrows raised. "¿Es ese tiempo del mes?"
Chris looked between the two siblings and felt a headache coming on. Well, a headache and the feeling of remorse for not taking Spanish when it was offered because whatever Rey said, Alyssa was not very happy and Chris was a very curious person.
"Yo no puedo creer que usted acaba de decir que a mí, enfrente de él." She snapped, her eyes blazing. She snatched her bags from off the ground and Chris took that as his opportunity.
"Did you want me to get that stuff for you?" He asked helpfully.
Alyssa smiled and it completely changed the way she looked. "I would appreciate that. Thank you." They began walking. "¿El actúa puede apreciar, por qué puede un hombre verdadero no usted?" She threw over her shoulder and Rey stood there, an unreadable look on his face.
"What did you say?" Chris asked curiously, shifting her bags from one hand to the other.
"It was nothing." Alyssa answered simply, a smile still on her face and they kept walking down the hall as far way from Rey as possible.
*~*~*
Maxina Garcia watched the television monitor in front of her and found herself just a bit envious as she watched they way her sister, Lillian, dealt with the wrestlers and pretty much everyone in the company. You could tell they all loved her. She looked over at the mirror at her own reflection, as unlike Lillian's as you could possibly get. Curly black hair fell down and over her shoulders in layers and her brown eyes were behind thin, wire-rimmed glasses.
She closed the laptop sitting on the couch and set it down next to her, flicking off the TV. After about fifteen minutes of sitting there in silence she looked at the clock, saw it was after 9:30, and picked up the phone, punching in the familiar number to her sister's cell phone.
"Hello?" Lillian answered, her voice muffled by the sound and bustle of backstage.
"Lil, it's Max." She said happily. "What's up?"
"We just finished shooting." Lillian answered. "It was alright I guess, did you see what happened with Stacy?"
"Yeah, is she okay? It looked like she took that chair shot hard."
Lillian sighed. "She's at the hospital right now. The ring post actually lessened the impact but she'll be fine. What are you up to? How's work going?"
The look on Maxine's face brightened, despite the fact her sister wouldn't know. "It's good. I actually got a job working at this local magazine so I'm writing for that. It pays decent, enough to get by."
"I have the best idea!" Lillian exclaimed suddenly. She didn't wait for her sister to respond and went on. "Why don't you come on the road with me for a while. I know you haven't been doing really well since you got dumped-"
"I'm fine." Maxine interrupted. "This has nothing to do with Kyle."
"And I think it would do you good." Lillian finished.
Maxine thought about it for a minute. "Are you sure nobody would mind? I don't want to be getting in the way or anything."
"No, no." Lillian assured. "You would so fit right in and I think you'd get along great with everyone, especially Hunter." She added slyly in hopes it would sway her decision..
"I guess that would be cool." Maxine answered non-chalantly. They were quick to make the arrangements and she hung up about five minutes later, a smile on her face at the idea of visiting her sister, and some other people.
*~*~*
"Hardy, you're gonna have to move outta the way." Fleur Lesnar demanded, one hand on her hip while the other hung at her side. She was standing next to her skateboard and glaring at Jeff, who was standing right in the way.
"I don't have to move anywhere." Jeff shot back, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
Fleur sighed heavily. She left her spot and walked over to Jeff and grabbed him by the arm in her attempt to move him out of the way herself.
Jeff looked at her lazily. "Can I help you with something?"
"Move." She whined. "Brock, make him move!" She demanded of her brother, who was watching leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Fleur, go find somewhere else to bother people." Brock said simply. "Anyway, aren't you up in a few minutes?"
She looked down at her watch and her eyes widened. "Shit!" She exclaimed. "Steph's gonna kick my ass if I'm late out to the ring again." Fleur pushed her board in Brock's direction. "Bring that back to my room for me and I'll see you guys later!" She sprinted amply through the maze known as backstage and skidded to a stop as soon as she saw Stephanie McMahon standing at the curtain, a scowl on her face.
"Fleur, you're late again." She said once taking note of the short, auburn haired girl standing in front of her; her hands shoved in the pockets of her low-rise cargo pants.
"I know Steph. I was sidetracked." Fleur apologized.
Stephanie grinned, a knowing look on her face. "But Fleur Sweetie, Adam isn't here yet."
Fleur's mouth dropped open indignantly. "How can you say something like that? I'm hurt."
"Hold that thought." Stephanie said, flipping open her cell phone as it started ringing. "Hello? He is, great. Thanks for calling. Bye. I lied." She grinned. "Adam just got here."
"Whatever Steph." Fleur dismissed, watching as the technician cued her music. She had reached the top of the stairs when she turned back around to Stephanie. "Hey, can you tell him I'll see him when I get done?"
Stephanie nodded. "No problem Fleur. Go kick some ass."
*~*~*
"Almost ready to go Hayate?" Amy called from outside the guy's bathroom.
He pushed open the heavy wooden door and came face to face with his sister. "I'm ready Ames. Let's get going before all hell breaks loose."
Amy followed after him, a curious look on her face. "Why, what's going to happen?"
"What the fuck happened!" The Hurricane yelled loudly. "Why the hell is my hair purple? Who the fuck was messing with my shampoo!?"
Hayate sprinted ahead of Amy, laughing his ass off. "Come on Amy! Let's go!"
"You're gonna get your ass kicked one of these days." She muttered, trudging after him.
Without further ado, I bring to you all chapter three
Oh yeah, and the translations for the conversation between Rey Mysterio and his sister Alyssa
What the hell, didn't you see me?
Sorry, that's all you can say is sorry? Oh my God.
So shut up.
Excuse me? Is it that time of the month?
I cannot believe you just said that, in front of him.
He can act like a real man, why can't you?