Back in the Alliance lockerroom...
"Party!"
"Yeah!"
High-fives were going all around. Who knew they'd be this happy at getting me in the Alliance. Or they could be celebrating over the fact that Stone Cold had retained his title tonight as well.
Some of the more friendly Alliance members had gladly welcomed me to the group. Although it really was against my ways, I smiled and chit-chatted with the likes of Justin Credible and Billy Kidman. I ran a quick, judgemental eye over the two - Justin seemed like an Alliance type: lie, cheat and steal. May not be their motto, but whatever, it should be. Kidman, on the other hand, was the total opposite as he seemed kind of laid back and overall nice.
"Hey, you think you did pretty good tonight, don't you?" I glanced next to me. Sure enough, Booker T was standing right there and I hadn't even noticed his approach.
"Well what you did tonight was nothin' compared to The Book - the five time, five ti-"
"Excuse me everyone," Shane interrupted, standing on a chair in the middle of the room.
Thank goodness for Shane. I'd heard that Booker T could just keep going and going and going, kinda like that evil Energizer bunny. Shane was my new savior as everyone, including the Book-man, grew silent.
"Tonight, we celebrate!"
This earned Shane a loud cheer from the Alliance audience, even me.
"Austin is still the champ, Booker and Test are the Tag Team Champions, Kidman won the cruiserweight title and we got a new member of the Alliance. Oh yes, we have cause for celebration!"
This earned Shane more cheers. Although, it seems that "celebration" in the Alliance dictionary means to find the closest dance club around and drink 'til ya drop.
Most of the ECW crew held their alcohol well, still able to walk halfway through the night. Unsteadily - But they could walk nonetheless. But WCW wrestlers like Kanyon and Sean Stasiak were plastered. Completely plastered. Proof of that was in the fact that after the girls had refused to dance with them, they started asking the guys.
I chuckled at the scene infront of me, wondering how badly they were going to regret drinking so much in the morning.
Ah well, I figured, not my problem. I excused myself to the Ladie's room, maybe even a little dancing afterwards. Pushing the door to the bath room open, it reaked of piss and puke. I wouldn't have been surprised if I'd stepped in it by now. Spotting an open window, low to the ground, I smiled. Perfect. I took my oppurtunity and eased myself out of the window and made my way over to a dimmly lit alleyway where Lita and Jericho seemed to be waiting next to their car.
"Hey," Jericho greeted lightly.
"Took you long enough..."
"Well ex-cuse me," I mocked playfully.
"You kicked Chris' ass out there, Katelyn!" Lita exclaimed.
"How many times have I told you to call me Kat?"
"Sorry."
"And Kat didn't kick my ass," Chris said as he wrapped an arm around my waist.
"I *let* her kick my ass."
This earned him an elbow to the gut courtesy of moi.
"Sure ya did, Chrissy."
"Anyways." Lita interrupted, "How long do you think it will take for the Alliance to start trusting you with all their dirty little secrets?" Lita rubbed her hands together greedily and grinned. She really was a bit odd at times...
"No telling. Probably not long though," I said winking. I hadn't seen anyone wink in a long, long time, so I thought I'd bring it upon myself to keep it alive.
"Good. We want to have you in the WWF as soon as possible."
I grinned at Chris as he kissed me lightly on the lips, Lita turning her head and making a gagging noise until me and Christ finally pulled apart. I smiled once more at my WWF pals, well, my boyfriend and my best friend, before I started heading back to the club.
Too bad none of them noticed Rob Van Dam watching from the shadows.
"Party!"
"Yeah!"
High-fives were going all around. Who knew they'd be this happy at getting me in the Alliance. Or they could be celebrating over the fact that Stone Cold had retained his title tonight as well.
Some of the more friendly Alliance members had gladly welcomed me to the group. Although it really was against my ways, I smiled and chit-chatted with the likes of Justin Credible and Billy Kidman. I ran a quick, judgemental eye over the two - Justin seemed like an Alliance type: lie, cheat and steal. May not be their motto, but whatever, it should be. Kidman, on the other hand, was the total opposite as he seemed kind of laid back and overall nice.
"Hey, you think you did pretty good tonight, don't you?" I glanced next to me. Sure enough, Booker T was standing right there and I hadn't even noticed his approach.
"Well what you did tonight was nothin' compared to The Book - the five time, five ti-"
"Excuse me everyone," Shane interrupted, standing on a chair in the middle of the room.
Thank goodness for Shane. I'd heard that Booker T could just keep going and going and going, kinda like that evil Energizer bunny. Shane was my new savior as everyone, including the Book-man, grew silent.
"Tonight, we celebrate!"
This earned Shane a loud cheer from the Alliance audience, even me.
"Austin is still the champ, Booker and Test are the Tag Team Champions, Kidman won the cruiserweight title and we got a new member of the Alliance. Oh yes, we have cause for celebration!"
This earned Shane more cheers. Although, it seems that "celebration" in the Alliance dictionary means to find the closest dance club around and drink 'til ya drop.
Most of the ECW crew held their alcohol well, still able to walk halfway through the night. Unsteadily - But they could walk nonetheless. But WCW wrestlers like Kanyon and Sean Stasiak were plastered. Completely plastered. Proof of that was in the fact that after the girls had refused to dance with them, they started asking the guys.
I chuckled at the scene infront of me, wondering how badly they were going to regret drinking so much in the morning.
Ah well, I figured, not my problem. I excused myself to the Ladie's room, maybe even a little dancing afterwards. Pushing the door to the bath room open, it reaked of piss and puke. I wouldn't have been surprised if I'd stepped in it by now. Spotting an open window, low to the ground, I smiled. Perfect. I took my oppurtunity and eased myself out of the window and made my way over to a dimmly lit alleyway where Lita and Jericho seemed to be waiting next to their car.
"Hey," Jericho greeted lightly.
"Took you long enough..."
"Well ex-cuse me," I mocked playfully.
"You kicked Chris' ass out there, Katelyn!" Lita exclaimed.
"How many times have I told you to call me Kat?"
"Sorry."
"And Kat didn't kick my ass," Chris said as he wrapped an arm around my waist.
"I *let* her kick my ass."
This earned him an elbow to the gut courtesy of moi.
"Sure ya did, Chrissy."
"Anyways." Lita interrupted, "How long do you think it will take for the Alliance to start trusting you with all their dirty little secrets?" Lita rubbed her hands together greedily and grinned. She really was a bit odd at times...
"No telling. Probably not long though," I said winking. I hadn't seen anyone wink in a long, long time, so I thought I'd bring it upon myself to keep it alive.
"Good. We want to have you in the WWF as soon as possible."
I grinned at Chris as he kissed me lightly on the lips, Lita turning her head and making a gagging noise until me and Christ finally pulled apart. I smiled once more at my WWF pals, well, my boyfriend and my best friend, before I started heading back to the club.
Too bad none of them noticed Rob Van Dam watching from the shadows.
