Chapter 2


"Are you as nervous about this as I am?"

"What do you mean? About what?"

"Gee, I don't know. Prancing around in our boxers in
front of a bunch of women doing God knows what."

"Oh…that."

"Yeah, that. What? Did you forget?"

"Nope. I think it'll be fun." Grin. "I'm not going to
complain about it: that just makes me think they'll do something even
worse if I do."

"That just makes ME think you like the idea of stripping
to your skivvies for an arena of women."

"And if I do?"

"You are one messed up son of a bitch."

"Mom wouldn't like that you know."

"Losers! Stacy's about to tell us what a couple of these…
um…'events' are going to be on Smackdown. Come on your presence has
been demanded."

"That wasn't nice Chris…" Christian whined as he pushed
his brother out the door. "He's the only loser because he's looking
forward to this!!"

Edge just gave that infamous grin as he looked down at
his brother. "Ah, it'll be all in good fun I'm sure."

Chris snorted. "You just wanna get lucky."

"Hey, it'd be a good opportunity."

Chris appeared to be thinking over the validity of that
statement as Christian just rolled his eyes at the two. "You both are
incredibly pathetic! You have to get action by stripping down for
hundreds of screaming women…"

Chris just shared a grin with Edge as all three men
entered the room. Most of the roster was there: including a rather
disgruntled looking Albert and Big Show respectively. Chris took a
seat at the back, Edge leaning against a table that Christian took a
seat on.

The doors swung open showing in three rather cheerful
divas: Lita, Stacy and Torrie. Stacy smiled brightly as they stood at
the front. "You lucky guys you! You only have four more days!! And
after much deliberation, the WWE Divas have ALL decided on the first
two matches. And just so you know, Lita requested the first matches
specifically."

Lita poked her in the side as Stacy dissolved into
giggles. Torrie rolled her eyes with a good-natured smile as she took
the paper from a now giggling Stacy, Lita's eyes training on the
audience. Or…select members of the audience anyway… Torrie cleared
her throat with a smile. "This'll be good. Anyway," several men
looked ready to bolt as she continued. "Our first matches aren't
really going to be classic `wrestling' per say…" she grinned, making
those nervous men more nervous. "Our first competition is gonna be
with the leather pants. This was a real popular one in the divas
locker room, let me tell you. These are our lucky competitors who
have been guilty of sparking our imaginations: Edge, of course, Chris
Jericho, of course, Test, of course and Christian. He was the
surprise addition by one very happy to help Lillian."

"I don't think you were supposed to say that." Stacy
mumbled.

"Oops. Strike that from the record." She shrugged
again. "Anyway, Lillian and Lita were like the HUGE advocates of
this. They get this event and the next. Speaking of which, we'll let
Stacy tell you about that one!"

She passed the paper over to a now not laughing Stacy who
nodded her head. She grinned. "The event right after that one is,
ironically enough, one of our wet t-shirt contests."

"One?"

"We have multiples planned." Lita grinned.

"Wait, for those of us in the first match, wouldn't that
make it kinda difficult? I mean, leather pants don't come off easy
after getting wet."

"ARE YOU HELPING THEM?!?!" Christian screeched as he
hopped off the table.

"Besides, how would you KNOW leather's hard to get off
after getting wet?" Chris asked with arched eyebrow.

Edge just grinned. "…exposure to the elements after a
show?"

"Bullshit. You're such a liar."

Edge grinned again. "Let's just ask Lita. How hard were
those pants to get off after that quick-"

Christian muffled his brother with a sigh as Lita blushed
prettily behind the other two divas, hand to her forehead. "Ignore
that. Please. While you're at it, anyone want a sibling? I officially
have one for adoption since he can't seem to keep his sex life to
himself!!!!"

Torrie and Stacy were just twittering with laughter at
the front of the room. "Anyway, those four from the first match,
Edge, Chris, Test and Christian are in the second match: leather
pants and all…fortunately." Stacy mumbled with a smile before
continued. "Anyway, along with those four, we'll also have the sweet
addition of Randy Orton and Matt Hardy. Yum." Stacy looked up. "I
mean, excellent match, I'm sure."

Lita snorted with laughter as Torrie grinned at her
friend who was now shuffling nervously. Might as well make a save.
Torrie turned towards Stacy. "You know…we ought to just call the
first match something like… `Lita's Blonde Canadians'. I mean she did
SPECIFICALLY request it you know. I was wondering about the
whole `make sure Edge is in it' thing."

Stacy grinned, wisely ignoring that last comment. "That's
a great idea! That's exactly what we can bill it as!" Stacy smiled
with a giggle. "We can call the second match `Wet Leather' or
something like that."

"That's a great idea! I bet the other girls would LOVE
those names!!"

Lita appeared to be in a hurry to leave at that point,
ignoring Edge's knowing grin. "Uh, anyway, that was the announcement
guys! We'll have the next matches at the house show tomorrow! Can't
wait to see y'all tomorrow!"

"You mean see Edge tonight? I was unaware you two had
something going." Chris threw out with a smirk.

"Anyway, Lita and Lillian are the judges for those two
matches." Stacy smiled as Lita pulled she and a very giggling Torrie
out of the otherwise silent room of men. Well…Edge was grinning. He
was the only one though. He seemed to be a little TOO into this.

Silence reigned for several long, loooong minutes. Matt
stood with a sigh, resigned to his fate. "Well, since I know how Lita
is, this isn't gonna change anytime soon."

"She a hard judge?" Randy stood, walking out with the
elder Hardy.

"Well, that depends." Matt grinned wryly. "She likes `em
blonde and Canadian."

"I heard that! And what's wrong with liking blonde
Canadians?!"

That sounded like Edge. Matt and Randy just chose to
ignore the still grinning blonde.


End Chapter 2