Here we go with the latest installment of my slightly insane backstage story. This is getting out of control, lol. I remember back in the good ol' days when this was a single chapter story that I wasn't going to continue; but it's just so much fun to write about their crazy antics… he he. At least I get some amusement out of it and apparently so do you guys! I can't wait to see what you think!!!
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"Damn you Jericho."
"No, damn you Stratus."
"Me? What the hell did I do to you?"
"You got me sick; this is so obviously all your fault and you know it but you're just in complete denial."
Trish glanced over at him with her mouth opened before crossing her arms over her chest. "Chris I don't know what disillusioned world you're living in, but if memory serves me right, you were the one with the flu and I was the one stupid enough to drink from your water bottle."
He smirked and proceeded to cough for about thirty seconds straight before regaining himself. "Now what I was gonna say before I started to choke—"
"You were coughing."
Chris turned and glared at her. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You were coughing which means you were still breathing and because you were still breathing, you weren't choking. You were just being melodramatic." Trish replied smartly. "Something you're very good at."
Chris was about to respond when the door swung open and Torrie breezed in, nodding at him curtly before sitting down next to Trish.
"Sweetie are you feeling any better?" She asked with a concerned expression on her face.
"I could use some better company." Trish said. "But other then that I'm peachy."
"Do you honestly think that I enjoy—"
"Nobody asked for your opinion Jericho." Torrie cut in. "And believe me, if we, due to some weird brain lapse, want your opinion, we'll ask for it. And by the way," She held her hand up, positioning it halfway between him and Trish. "There's a wall here, don't go past the wall."
"So how's everything going?" Trish asked her friend quietly once they deemed Jericho far off enough into his own world to no longer be a problem to them. "With our plan?" She pressed on when she noticed the confused look on Torrie's face.
"Oh it's going really well." She answered. "Everything is set and we're planning on pulling it off Sunday after the Pay-Per-View is over. I think Stacy said she'd be calling you later about it; you know, just to make sure that everything was set and in order."
"They're so going to get paid back for what they did to us last week." Trish said.
"They won't know what hit them." Trish vowed, glancing over at Jericho who had his headphones on and the music blaring.
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"So Edge, tell me how it feels to have lost Matt Hardy again?"
"It totally blows. The ref didn't know what he was doing. And Matt, if you think you can get away with all this crap you pulled, you're wrong, because come next Thursday you're all mine." He scowled at the cameraman and turned on his heel before walking away, grabbing a water bottle off of one of the carts.
"Cut, excellent job Adam."
"Thanks man." Edge grinned at the crew. "It's all in a days work." He added, giving them all a mock bow. He watched them disperse and settled back down in front of one of the monitors placed around strategically backstage. He heard them announce the Woman's Championship match and looked up in time to see Victoria stalk by him, an unreadable look on her face. "Hey Victoria, good luck in your match!" He called out feebly.
She turned around to face him and instead of the usual scowl on her face, she smiled. "Thanks Adam." She said brightly before climbing up the stairs and past the curtain.
"Wow, was she just civil to you?" Christian asked, looking after her in awe.
Edge nodded in response.
"I mean, you figure if she heard about what happened they'd all be pissed off at us." He reasoned out loud. He saw Molly round the corner. "Here let me try. Hey Molly, no hard feelings about what happened the other week, right?"
She looked at the two as she adjusted her elbow pad and grinned at them. "Of course not guys, it was all in fun. It's not like there's hard feelings or anything. Ya just gotta get up and move on, forgive and forget, especially in this business. I gotta go though, they're calling my name. I'll see you two later!" She rushed out after being ushered by some of the crew.
"Okay that was weird." Christian noted.
"Tell me about it; since when have the girls back here forgave and forgot about anything?" Edge marveled.
Christian laughed. "It must be a new era in the women's division or something. I don't think we should be complaining about it or anything, especially after we almost scared them to death."
"True."
"Oh my God, Shonna tell me it's not who I think it is!" A female voice floated over to the two Canadians, who both looked up curiously.
"Nikki, those two are so Edge and Christian!"
"Sexy blonde Canadians!" Both girls shrieked together.
"I want the brunette." Christian spoke up after studying both girls intently for a few moments. Edge happily obliged when he caught sight of her black-haired friend standing next to her. Both girls were dressed in denim miniskirts of different shades and short sleeved shirts that barely covered the end of their ribcages. "What's your name?" He asked, sidling up to the brunette.
She fluttered her eyelashes at him and giggled. "My name's Nicole but you can call me Nikki. In fact," She started, motioning him closer. "You can call me anything you want later."
Christian, whose raging hormones got the best of him despite the fact he just met this girl, draped his arm over her shoulder and glanced over at his friend who seemed to be having even better luck. Shonna was already sitting contentedly on Edge's lap, and had one of her hands playing with his hair with the other resting on his shoulder.
"So when are you going to invite me back to your hotel room?" Nikki asked Christian straightforwardly, placing one hand on his arm.
"We can go right now if you want." Christian said eagerly. They began walking towards the parking lot in silence until he spoke up again. "So what do you think of my new short hairdo?"
"It is so sexy." Nikki purred. "I cannot wait until we get back to the hotel room."
He grinned as he unlocked the doors to the rental car. "Oh me neither."
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"So tell me baby, how'd you like the show?" Triple H asked to the petite blonde standing next to him in the elevator. He looked over and took in her appearance; short black dress that would envy anything Stacy Kiebler ever wore with black strappy stilettos and her hair was wavy and to her shoulders, he let out a quiet breath as he waited for her response.
"Probably the part when you kept your title." She replied as she put her index finger to her bottom lip thoughtfully.
"You know what my favorite part was?"
"What?" She giggled.
"As soon as you agreed to come back to the hotel with me." He said slyly. Then in one quick motion he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers gently until she pulled back, wagging her finger at him.
"Not yet." She apprehended. "What if somebody sees us, then what?"
Stupid other people, he thought to himself grumpily, trying to calm himself down at least until they reached the hotel room. The doors slid open after what seemed like forever and the first thing he saw was Chris Jericho walking by proudly with this tall and thin black haired girl. He had his arm around her waist and a smug look was on his face, only stopping long enough to wink at Triple H before disappearing inside one of the rooms.
The two got out of the elevator and walked a bit further until they stopped outside one of the rooms. He fumbled a little in his pocket for the keys and quickly produced them once he saw the eager look on the girl's face. He swiped the card through the lock and held the door open for her as she breezed in.
"I'll be right out. I need to change into something a little bit more comfortable." She promised and disappeared inside the bathroom without another word.
"Alright, just hurry!" He called after, sitting down on the bed. "I don't know how much more of this I can take this." He mumbled, taking off his jacket and getting up to go open a window.
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"So why did you say you were backstage again?" Kurt Angle asked the auburn haired girl lying next to him in bed who was resting her head on his chest as he played with her hair.
"I'm writing an article for my school." She replied without missing a beat. Then, after deciding he wasn't moving fast enough for her, she moved up against him and kissed him lightly. Taking the hint, he rolled them over so he was on top and pressed his lips to hers more intently, his hands brushing down her shoulders and arms to her waist. He moved his lips away from hers and kissed down her neck and to her throat. He brushed one hand against her skin and froze when he saw and felt something that wasn't supposed to be there on any normal female.
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"Who do you think the first one to notice will be?" Stacy quipped, pulling her knees up to her chest as she leaned back against the headboard.
"I'm thinking Christian actually." Victoria spoke up. "You should have seen the poor boy when she started coming on to him; he didn't stand a chance."
Torrie laughed. "Well personally—"
"HOLY FREAKIN' MOTHER OF JESUS!!!" Kurt's voice echoed throughout the upper half of the hotel.
"I think Kurt found out first." Torrie changed her mind.
"C'mon, this I gotta see." Trish said, jumping up off the couch.
The four original girls, now plus Victoria and Molly rushed out past the door and out into the hall, where Kurt Angle was racing out of his room with a look of pure disgust on his face. He was shaking and trying to wipe his tongue off with his hand, muttering things to himself while shuddering.
Within a matter a five minutes, four other doors flew open and Edge, Christian, Chris Jericho, and Triple H came rushing out, screaming out obscenities much harsher and louder then the ones Kurt had chosen to use.
"Don't tell me…" Edge trailed off as he caught sight of Kurt's appearance and he nodded. "How did this happen? How didn't we know? Why did this happen?" He demanded shrilly.
"It was a guy!" Christian wailed. "I thought she was pretty and she wasn't a she but a guy and now I think I'm scarred for life. I KISSED IT!!!!" He whined. "How'd you find out it was a guy?" He demanded of the other four guys. They patted their throats.
"Adam's apple." Jericho clarified, holding onto the wall for support.
"What about you Hunter?" Edge asked, he gave up on trying to stay standing all together and was now seated on the ground with his back to the girls, putting his head in his hands.
Triple H's eyes were frozen open in terror and his arms were crossed in front of him.
Christian's eyes got wide in panic. "It wasn't the Adam's apple, was it?" He asked cautiously.
It took a while to get a response out of him, but when they finally did he shook his head and promptly fainted, crumpling to the floor.
"Quick, somebody call…" Kurt's orders faded as he caught sight of the six girls off to the side who were laughing so hard they weren't able to stand up without some help. "This was your doing!" He accused loudly, pointing at their group. All Trish could do was nod, which brought up a whole new round of laughing.
Christian ran out of his room with a pitcher of ice and water and dumped it all over the Champion's head and face, causing him to wake up right away and jump up in alarm. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He demanded and then began to feel light headed again as he remembered the situation he was just in and had to hold onto something for support.
One by one, the "girls" walked out of their respective rooms and passed the guys who were trying to press themselves into the wall or disappear and walked over to the other six, who still could barely breathe from laughing so hard.
"You were in on this!" Jericho exclaimed, pointing his finger at the girls.
Stacy was the first one to calm down and stand up and shook her head, pursing her lips. "No honey, we weren't in on this, we were this." She walked back over to Edge and looked him straight in the eyes. "And you all had better remember this before you try pulling another trick on us again." She said and then turned to Hunter pointedly. "Especially you."
"But how…why…w.. Where.. WHY?" Christian sputtered out, growing increasingly angry.
"Because you all deserved it after what happened the other week." Lita spoke up. "That was an incredibly mean and vial thing to do to us so we had to get you back."
*~flashback 2 days~*
"So do you really think a place like this would just be listed in a phone book or directory?" Trish asked, pulling her jacket tighter around her to try and combat the cold she'd picked up from Jericho.
There was silence, and then:
"I found one." Stacy piped up, holding up the ad for them to see and copy down the information. "Shall we go there right now so we can find some good ones for our dear friends."
"I think this is the type of thing that will scar someone for life." Victoria mentioned as she a Molly flipped through the directory some more. "Not that I'm saying they don't deserve it because they definitely do." She rushed out catching sight of the look Trish gave her. "It's a good plan."
After about twenty minutes of walking through downtown Houston, they came to a stop in front of a brightly colored and glittered, sparkly building with streamers and banners proudly claiming they have "the best in town".
"Well that's fascinating to know." Lita commented as they walked warily into the building until they were in some type of waiting room.
"Yes may I help you?" A woman or at least someone they thought was a woman, asked, peering around the corner at them.
Torrie stood up and held out her hand. "Hello my name is Torrie and these are my friends." She waved her arm behind her. "And we were sort of wondering if you rent any of these…these..."
"Transvestites?" The lady supplied with a smirk on her face. "What my dear? Of course we do. However, they're very pricey."
"We have the money." Stacy promised, jumping up to stand next to her best friend. "Money isn't an issue where this is concerned."
"I like the way you ladies work." The woman complimented, and then motioned for them to follow her further down the hall to a more private room filled to the brim with stacks of pictures and books. "Now how many would you need?" She asked once they were all situated down and looking around in wonderment.
"We will only be needing five this time around." Trish answered pleasantly. "That's all but they need to be very attractive and can't look like a guy in the slightest.
So two hours later, and after searching through pictures, books, movies, and by meeting a few of them, they had everything set for the plan the boys would never be able to top.
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"You guys went to all that trouble for this?" Edge asked incredulously and was met by nods. "Damn, guys they did well." He recognized. "They put some effort in this one."
Triple H had managed to collect himself up from off the floor and was standing in front of them, trying to look as menacing as he could; given the present state he was in. "You had better not think this is over between us, because it's not, not by a long shot." He threatened.
The girls began walking back into their rooms until it was only Torrie out there with him. "Sweetie, we'd be disappointed if you didn't try to come up with something better then this. And in the meantime, we'll be looking forward to it. Happy planning."
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Completely lame or a stroke of pure brilliance? You decide, lol. Please read and review my humble little story with any future plans or jokes to be played. Your suggestions are always welcomed with open arms because I love getting ideas to use! R&R&R&R&R&R&R!!!!!!!