WWE
Disc: None of the characters you recognize belong to me.
Rating: PG for now.
Pairings: Lita/Triple H, Lillian/Randy Orton, Victoria/Jericho
Notes: Same stuff as before. Oh, and I'm not sure how old Randy Orton is, so I'm putting his age at 29 years. And this part is kinda short as well.
Part 2
The two men sat in silence, confusion the reigning expression on their faces. Both were quietly staring at the monitor, watching as the replay played over and over on the screen. Judging from the commentary, the King and Coach were just as confused as they were.
"Did…did you just see that?" Ric Flair asked the World Heavyweight Champion, his eyes wide. The large man next to him, his blue eyes cold.
"I'm seeing, but I'm not believing. What the hell is he playing at?" Triple H ground out, his jaw set. Flair shrugged, a thoughtful look entering his eyes.
"I'm not sure…something tells me we're not gonna like it though…" The frown still in place, Hunter walked out of their locker room, swinging his belt over his shoulder. At Flair's questioning look, the blonde shrugged, his blue eyes hard.
"I'm going to find out what the hell is going on."
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She stared at him, her eyes wide with confusion. He was walking around the room, muttering under his breath. She wasn't quite sure what he was saying, but she thought it might have had something to do with Test, if only because she knew his knuckles weren't that white.
The redhead bit her lip nervously as she watched Orton pace; suddenly wishing that Victoria hadn't had to see Austin about something. Or that Lillian didn't have to announce the rest of the matches.
Randy slowed his steps slightly, his piercing brown eyes meeting hers. Lita looked at him, waiting for him to speak. Orton sighed, and slumped onto a table.
"Are you okay?" He finally asked her, his voice so quiet she could barely hear it. Lita frowned, glancing down at her stomach and tried not to wince at the thought of all the bruises she'd have come morning.
"I'm fine…" She shrugged dismissively, and then spoke again. "Randy? Why did you help me out there?" The man sitting opposite her frowned again, anger flaring in his eyes at the reminder of what Test had done.
He opened his mouth to speak, only to snap it shut again as the door to the locker room swung open, revealing a very pissed off world champion.
TBC