A.n: Ok y'all before you throw tomatoes and raise your pitchforks at me I
want to apologize that I didn't update these chapters sooner. I've been
trying to write chapters that would be worthy for y'all to read especially
with where I'm going with this story, thank you for being so patient with
me even though I don't update when I say I will. Now I feel that I should
apologize for the remarks made by certain characters below. I do not
express the serious like of that word but it was necessary for the story to
go on. So please do not be offended. Thank you and on to the chapter!
"Dude our parents are going to be so fucking pissed when they find out we skipped school to come up here." A tall sandy blonde haired gray eyed guy said passing through the hallway. He as were his companions were dressed simply in a blue jeans and High School Mascot T-shirts. They passed through several halls of the arena before coming to a stop at an intersection.
"Davis are you sure you know where the you're going?" A short kid about 5'6 with jet-black hair asked his buddy. "I think we should just follow the damn signs."
At the sound of voices all four hushed up and looked down on of the four halls. "Look someone's coming we'll ask them." As the voices got louder and more feminine they all turned in the direction of the melodic voices. Walking up the hall were two girls a tall leggy blonde and a shorter pretty African American girl with fresh new red streaks through her hair.
"Ok so where the hell are they didn't they say they'd be back in like 10 minutes with our fries?" The tall blonde asked of the shorter girl.
"Hey." The tall blonde smiled smugly at the taller girl. The blonde girl looked to her friend and they both rolled their eyes. Unfortunately the guys didn't notice. One more thing that they didn't notice was that there were two girls instead of one. They advanced upon the blonde girl who stood at least a head shorter than the tallest guy did.
"Mys I think we should go!" The blonde said.
"What do you want?" The shorter girl asked. They threw her a look as if to say, "Get lost" and turned back to the blonde.
"Hey babe. I-well my self and my friends are kind of lost we need to find the guys locker room." He smiled sleazily at her. "And we'd be ever so grateful if you'd accompany us there and maybe make a pit stop on the way?" He smiled what must have been his most charming smile and leaned on the wall while his buddies surrounded her.
"Go down to the end of this hall make a left then go down that hall and make a right there's two of them opposite of each other. I think with your intelligence you can handle finding who ever you're looking for from there." She said sweetly before shoving her way through the wall they had made around her. Joining her friend they continued on their way until the guy started shouting again.
"Hey if you're a lesbian and you prefer." His eyes fell on the African American girl. "That. Then no hard feelings...ah um whatever your name is."
"My name is Stacey and this is Mystic incase you haven't noticed by the gear that we're wearing we're female wrestlers we're actually competing tonight. Oh and we're not lesbians we both have boyfriends which would make us straight and if you so happen to see them when you go find your friend who must be a total sleezebag you'll see them. Tall blonde guy with long hair is mine and hers-" She didn't get to finish as the tallest whom must have been their leader stepped forward getting right into Stacey's face.
"OOO I'm terrified big bad fake wrestlers are going to try and kick my ass well guess what sweetness, I'm an All American State Championship winner. I could kick their asses any of the damn week and I guess that means that I could take you too." He snarled. Then he felt a small body in between them and was shoved backwards hard.
"What the fuck is your problem you black bitch." He growled glaring at her staring holes into Mystic.
She walked up to him and smiled then slapped him adding as much sting to it as she could. Glaring at him she turned and started off before feeling a hard clap on her shoulder. With out much warning she was tossed into the wall. She winced with pain. "No nigger slaps me."
"And nobody calls me a bitch." She smiled happily before bringing her wrestling booted foot to his crotch in a hard kick. With him doubled over and looking up at her she brought her fist back and then slammed it into the side of his face his friends watching with awe.
"C'mon Mystic I think we really should go. "Stacey said watching her friend closely. She looked like she could cry and after they were safely around the corner she did as Stacey asked around for Kurt. She calmed a little suspecting that he and Edge hit the locker room when they got back to drop their bags since they'd stopped on the way to the arena and told herself and Mystic to head on. She then blew out air steamily hoping that they'd hurry and that they met those small-minded bastards on their way there.
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Lita paced up and down the hallways of the arena after her match whom she'd so disappointedly lost. She smiled a few passerby's but didn't acknowledge what the smile had probably looked like. She was heart broken and shaken. Her friends all tried to comfort her knowing how much the match had meant to her but she brushed them off harshly. She began to bounce up and down on the balls of her feet with energy that was slowly draining out of her. Her red hair was pulled back in a braid at the moment with several strands falling down. She was supposed to meet Matt and Jeff. She checked the hall clock eagerly and knowing that she was early she couldn't wait to see Matt. He said he had something after her match about something that would change the three of them and ensure their win at the Royal Rumble in which she'd meet up with Francine again.
"Jeez Lita you're going to burn a hole in the floor if you don't stop." Jeff joked and Lita punched him playfully in the arm. "Hey as your future brother and law I say stop the violence!"
"Future brother in law?" Matt and Lita both asked in unison as Mat wrapped his arms around her holding her close.
"Change of subject!" Jeff smiled. "Lita I have come up with a plan for the three of us."
"Jeff has a plan?" Lita tried to look serious but only broke down seconds later into laughter.
"Hey!" Jeff snorted. "I resent that!"
"Ok Mr. Genius keep going!" Matt urged him.
"Well we all know who the best of the best is at this school when it comes to high-flying." Jeff started.
"Well except for that really hot guy Shawn Micheals." Lita bit her lip and grinned. Matt glowered at her and she stopped and kissed his cheek.
"Anyways you know how people call it extreme right?" Jeff continued. "Well I figured we could be a team a trio of the best future high-flying wrestlers around here."
"Jeff you kick ass." Lita smiled and hugged him.
"Ya see!" Jeff laughed at Matt. "I'm kick ass!"
"You're a dork with multi-colored hair." Matt assessed and Jeff rolled his eyes.
"So what's our theme other than just high-flying moves?" Lita questioned.
"Oh don't worry Li there's definitely more." Jeff answered. "I'll explain more later. My match is next after Molly's I've got to go find Hailey."
"Bye!" Lita laughed and it didn't rush to meet her eyes. She then turned to Matt her disappointment showing completely.
He kissed her cheek sweetly and smiled down at her. "You did really good you shouldn't be so sad. You came and competed and isn't that what you wanted in the beginning?
"Yeah I guess." She sighed.
"You gave her a run for her money and don't forget in the Tournament you also receive points regardless the outcome." Matt added. "And you still get to go at her at the Rumble."
"You're right." She nodded her charismatic and trademark look coming to her face. "I do."
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Trish arrived at the arena flustered an angry. She knew why she was angry but she felt something else and she didn't know what. She swiftly ignored every greeting from the people she saw and stepped into the girl's locker room. Thankful that no one was there she then chucked her bag across the room. It sounded with a heavy thud after it hit one of the many lockers. Kicking one of the chairs over she screamed and began venting her rage on everything she saw. Several minutes later she leaned against her own locker and took several deep breaths. Her breaths turned to sniffles and then the sniffles changed to heavy sobs. Finally tears spilled forth and she slid quietly to the floor. Pulling her knees to her chest she leaned her head back and let the tears flow.
"Suck it up." She whispered quietly. "You have to do this or Jeff."
"Or I'll what?" A confused voice above her sounded and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she raised her eyes. A flutter formed in her stomach and for a fleeting moment before it died she wondered if she still wanted him.
"Trish what's going on?" Jeff knelt next to the fallen diva. His breath was on her shoulder and she slightly whimpered from his close proximity. Yet this close she didn't feel anything. She inwardly smiled at the fact that she was over him completely. It used to happen here and there but now she felt absolutely nothing. His green eyes were boring into her and she nearly blushed at how elated she was to feel nothing. But just like that her happy moment shattered at the thought of her new task and her tears continued to flow.
"Nothing just leave me alone." She said quietly now unable to meet his green eyes.
"Trish." He said softly. "What's going on?"
"I said leave me alone." Trish repeated.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me." He said firmly with a raised voice. He placed one hand comfortingly on her shoulder while the other snaked out and brushed away her tears. He could feel her tremble slightly at his touch.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed at him. The force of the sound sent him sprawling backwards. Heavy footsteps added to the noise and soon Christian was at the door. He took one look at her and then finally settled his eyes on Jeff.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" Christian asked with a secret challenge in his voice.
"Dude our parents are going to be so fucking pissed when they find out we skipped school to come up here." A tall sandy blonde haired gray eyed guy said passing through the hallway. He as were his companions were dressed simply in a blue jeans and High School Mascot T-shirts. They passed through several halls of the arena before coming to a stop at an intersection.
"Davis are you sure you know where the you're going?" A short kid about 5'6 with jet-black hair asked his buddy. "I think we should just follow the damn signs."
At the sound of voices all four hushed up and looked down on of the four halls. "Look someone's coming we'll ask them." As the voices got louder and more feminine they all turned in the direction of the melodic voices. Walking up the hall were two girls a tall leggy blonde and a shorter pretty African American girl with fresh new red streaks through her hair.
"Ok so where the hell are they didn't they say they'd be back in like 10 minutes with our fries?" The tall blonde asked of the shorter girl.
"Hey." The tall blonde smiled smugly at the taller girl. The blonde girl looked to her friend and they both rolled their eyes. Unfortunately the guys didn't notice. One more thing that they didn't notice was that there were two girls instead of one. They advanced upon the blonde girl who stood at least a head shorter than the tallest guy did.
"Mys I think we should go!" The blonde said.
"What do you want?" The shorter girl asked. They threw her a look as if to say, "Get lost" and turned back to the blonde.
"Hey babe. I-well my self and my friends are kind of lost we need to find the guys locker room." He smiled sleazily at her. "And we'd be ever so grateful if you'd accompany us there and maybe make a pit stop on the way?" He smiled what must have been his most charming smile and leaned on the wall while his buddies surrounded her.
"Go down to the end of this hall make a left then go down that hall and make a right there's two of them opposite of each other. I think with your intelligence you can handle finding who ever you're looking for from there." She said sweetly before shoving her way through the wall they had made around her. Joining her friend they continued on their way until the guy started shouting again.
"Hey if you're a lesbian and you prefer." His eyes fell on the African American girl. "That. Then no hard feelings...ah um whatever your name is."
"My name is Stacey and this is Mystic incase you haven't noticed by the gear that we're wearing we're female wrestlers we're actually competing tonight. Oh and we're not lesbians we both have boyfriends which would make us straight and if you so happen to see them when you go find your friend who must be a total sleezebag you'll see them. Tall blonde guy with long hair is mine and hers-" She didn't get to finish as the tallest whom must have been their leader stepped forward getting right into Stacey's face.
"OOO I'm terrified big bad fake wrestlers are going to try and kick my ass well guess what sweetness, I'm an All American State Championship winner. I could kick their asses any of the damn week and I guess that means that I could take you too." He snarled. Then he felt a small body in between them and was shoved backwards hard.
"What the fuck is your problem you black bitch." He growled glaring at her staring holes into Mystic.
She walked up to him and smiled then slapped him adding as much sting to it as she could. Glaring at him she turned and started off before feeling a hard clap on her shoulder. With out much warning she was tossed into the wall. She winced with pain. "No nigger slaps me."
"And nobody calls me a bitch." She smiled happily before bringing her wrestling booted foot to his crotch in a hard kick. With him doubled over and looking up at her she brought her fist back and then slammed it into the side of his face his friends watching with awe.
"C'mon Mystic I think we really should go. "Stacey said watching her friend closely. She looked like she could cry and after they were safely around the corner she did as Stacey asked around for Kurt. She calmed a little suspecting that he and Edge hit the locker room when they got back to drop their bags since they'd stopped on the way to the arena and told herself and Mystic to head on. She then blew out air steamily hoping that they'd hurry and that they met those small-minded bastards on their way there.
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Lita paced up and down the hallways of the arena after her match whom she'd so disappointedly lost. She smiled a few passerby's but didn't acknowledge what the smile had probably looked like. She was heart broken and shaken. Her friends all tried to comfort her knowing how much the match had meant to her but she brushed them off harshly. She began to bounce up and down on the balls of her feet with energy that was slowly draining out of her. Her red hair was pulled back in a braid at the moment with several strands falling down. She was supposed to meet Matt and Jeff. She checked the hall clock eagerly and knowing that she was early she couldn't wait to see Matt. He said he had something after her match about something that would change the three of them and ensure their win at the Royal Rumble in which she'd meet up with Francine again.
"Jeez Lita you're going to burn a hole in the floor if you don't stop." Jeff joked and Lita punched him playfully in the arm. "Hey as your future brother and law I say stop the violence!"
"Future brother in law?" Matt and Lita both asked in unison as Mat wrapped his arms around her holding her close.
"Change of subject!" Jeff smiled. "Lita I have come up with a plan for the three of us."
"Jeff has a plan?" Lita tried to look serious but only broke down seconds later into laughter.
"Hey!" Jeff snorted. "I resent that!"
"Ok Mr. Genius keep going!" Matt urged him.
"Well we all know who the best of the best is at this school when it comes to high-flying." Jeff started.
"Well except for that really hot guy Shawn Micheals." Lita bit her lip and grinned. Matt glowered at her and she stopped and kissed his cheek.
"Anyways you know how people call it extreme right?" Jeff continued. "Well I figured we could be a team a trio of the best future high-flying wrestlers around here."
"Jeff you kick ass." Lita smiled and hugged him.
"Ya see!" Jeff laughed at Matt. "I'm kick ass!"
"You're a dork with multi-colored hair." Matt assessed and Jeff rolled his eyes.
"So what's our theme other than just high-flying moves?" Lita questioned.
"Oh don't worry Li there's definitely more." Jeff answered. "I'll explain more later. My match is next after Molly's I've got to go find Hailey."
"Bye!" Lita laughed and it didn't rush to meet her eyes. She then turned to Matt her disappointment showing completely.
He kissed her cheek sweetly and smiled down at her. "You did really good you shouldn't be so sad. You came and competed and isn't that what you wanted in the beginning?
"Yeah I guess." She sighed.
"You gave her a run for her money and don't forget in the Tournament you also receive points regardless the outcome." Matt added. "And you still get to go at her at the Rumble."
"You're right." She nodded her charismatic and trademark look coming to her face. "I do."
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Trish arrived at the arena flustered an angry. She knew why she was angry but she felt something else and she didn't know what. She swiftly ignored every greeting from the people she saw and stepped into the girl's locker room. Thankful that no one was there she then chucked her bag across the room. It sounded with a heavy thud after it hit one of the many lockers. Kicking one of the chairs over she screamed and began venting her rage on everything she saw. Several minutes later she leaned against her own locker and took several deep breaths. Her breaths turned to sniffles and then the sniffles changed to heavy sobs. Finally tears spilled forth and she slid quietly to the floor. Pulling her knees to her chest she leaned her head back and let the tears flow.
"Suck it up." She whispered quietly. "You have to do this or Jeff."
"Or I'll what?" A confused voice above her sounded and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she raised her eyes. A flutter formed in her stomach and for a fleeting moment before it died she wondered if she still wanted him.
"Trish what's going on?" Jeff knelt next to the fallen diva. His breath was on her shoulder and she slightly whimpered from his close proximity. Yet this close she didn't feel anything. She inwardly smiled at the fact that she was over him completely. It used to happen here and there but now she felt absolutely nothing. His green eyes were boring into her and she nearly blushed at how elated she was to feel nothing. But just like that her happy moment shattered at the thought of her new task and her tears continued to flow.
"Nothing just leave me alone." She said quietly now unable to meet his green eyes.
"Trish." He said softly. "What's going on?"
"I said leave me alone." Trish repeated.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me." He said firmly with a raised voice. He placed one hand comfortingly on her shoulder while the other snaked out and brushed away her tears. He could feel her tremble slightly at his touch.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed at him. The force of the sound sent him sprawling backwards. Heavy footsteps added to the noise and soon Christian was at the door. He took one look at her and then finally settled his eyes on Jeff.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" Christian asked with a secret challenge in his voice.
