It was nearly 2:00 am. and Tora was laying on Jeff's bed staring at the ceiling. Her eyes growing heavy in her head.
"Wow, this is all sudden" she said, breaking the silence of the room.
"It's such a thrill"
"mmmhmmm" Jeff mumbled into a pillow he was laying on in the middle
of the floor of the hotel room. "I suppose it is"
Tora sat up abruptly. "what time is it?" she asked quietly to the immobile
Jeff on the floor.
"Two..." he mumbled, then shot up suddenly. "two! Holy fuck!" Jeff
jumped up to his feet. "I didn't think it was that late. fuck" he
looked around the room. Lita was asleep on Matt's bed, entangled in his
arms. The both stirred in their sleep at the sound of Jeff's vulgar outbursts.
He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Come out side with me" he asked Tora.
She nodded, and followed him from the hotel room.
"We're going where now?" she asked him, fully knowing the answer, merely
trying to keep herself from drifting, and sleep walking.
"The roof, there's a fire exit up here" he said, pointing towards the
door. "no alarm, so people suck when it comes to that" he gave a small
chuckle to himself, basically trying to keep himself awake as well. "I'm
not witty when I'm half asleep"
"Don't feel bad" Tora laughed. Jeff opened the fire exit door, and
pulled down a set of stairs. "You've been here before I can tell" she smiled.
"mmmhmmm. Twice now. This is the best hotel in the city... top notch
security" he yawned.
They climbed to the roof, and lay down on the cool cement.
"Vince is giving you a title shot... so does that mean you soon get
your own music, instead of bumming off us or your uncles" Jeff laughed.
Tora looked surprised. Hopefully it was just the over exertion of his body
talking, or he was teasing her, in an odd childish way.
"mmm, I dun" she said. "I'd like my own music. But I'm good for now"
she looked up at the stars, her eyes falling heavier and heavier.
"What would you like...a already written one, or one specifically written
for you" Jeff said, "I mean, follow in undertakers footsteps, or Kanes"
he smiled at his own wit.
"I dunno" she said, and rubbed her eyes. "I do have one lined up" Tora
started to fall asleep.
"mmm" Jeff said. Falling asleep himself. There they slept, on
the rooftop of an old hotel.
When dawn broke, Jeff woke up to any empty roof. He rubbed his eyes,
and clambered down through the fire exit back into the hotel.
He wandered aimlessly back to his hotel room, and opened to door. Tora
sat on the bed brushing her ruby hair. Lita came from the bathroom, and
turned on the TV to check the temperature. Jeff walked in and sat next
to Tora, taking the brush from her hand and began combing her hair.
A little startled, Tora shot him a puzzled glance. He smiled, and bowed,
continuing to brush. She smiled and let him.
Matt walked in the door and over to give Lita a kiss hello. She smiled
and hugged him, mumbling something into his chest. Matt turned to look
at Jeff.
"Oh, brother" he said. Jeff looked confused. What was he doing wrong
by brushing Tora's pretty hair. Tora let out quiet, muffled giggles. As
Matt turned back to go about his business.
Jeff handed his brush back to Tora and stood up.
"We'll I'm off to dye" he said. He went to his suit case and pulled
out a paper bag. Inside were two bottles of Manic Panic. One red, one blue.
He walked off to the bathroom.
Tora looked at Matt. He was laughing at the fact Jeff was at it again.
He laughed each time he trekked off to dye.
Tora stood up, and volunteered to help. She walked into the bathroom
holding a black towel that she had grabbed from her bag. She held it out
so Jeff could lay his long, soggy hair on it and ring it out.
And hour passed and it was time to go off to the stadium. Jeff's hair
soaked up the last bit of dye, and he pulled his shirt on over top. Praying
that his hair wouldn't leak.
Once at the stadium, the were approached by Mr. McMahon.
"I believe you wanted this" He handed Tora a cd. She smiled, fully
aware of what it was. She bounced, joyfully over to the sound system and
popped it in. Just then "Where Am I" by Orgy and Fred Durst came blaring
through the titantron, that was in the process of being assembled. Tora
smiled happily to her self, and bobbed her head to the music.
"Ta da! Weren't you just asking me about this?" she asked Jeff. He
nodded.
"This isn't bad." He said. "Good enough beat to use as an entrance"
"You're using this tonight" McMahon said. "People may not recognize
who it is until you approach the ring. But mystery is good."
"Great!" Tora said. Fully contended by the idea.
"Well then. Tonight, fourth match, woman's title, Chyna, comprende`?"
He asked. Tora nodded her head, almost in time with the music.
Her dream was slowly coming true.