*Drum roll* And. the insanity keeps on going! See what's in store for the
girls after that lovely display of brilliance..
*~*~*~*~*
"Okay, none of them are around, are they?" Test asked suspiciously, glancing around the crowded restaurant. His three companions sitting around the table, John Cena, Randy Orton, and Christian, all shook their heads.
"I think I heard Stacy mention something about having a girl's day out, so it should keep them occupied and we should have enough time to put our new plan in place." John supplied.
Christian held up a hand to silence the younger man. "Which would be all and well if we had a set plan good enough to pay them back for what they did to Hunter, Kurt, Jericho, Edge, and myself."
They started talking amongst themselves, throwing out random ideas and shooting them down just as quick. Randy sat in the corner of the booth they were in, thinking to himself when all of a sudden he got hit with a flash of brilliance. "Guys." The other three kept on talking, having not heard him. "You guys I got it!" He tried louder but still not response. "I figured out how to get them back!" He all but yelled.
That got their attention and unfortunately the attention of their entire side of the restaurant.
"You didn't need to yell man." John said sensibly. "We were all right here."
"I'm ignoring you because you're an idiot." Randy pointed out, and then continued on before he had a chance to respond. "So what is the one things the girls care about most in this business?"
"The Woman's title?" Christian guess and was met by laughter. "Yeah, I guess you guys are right, it's gonna be something more practical."
A look of realization dawned on Test's face. "The only thing they care about is looking good." He said finally.
"Exactly!" Randy said emphatically. "And they'd be nowhere if something happened to them where they wouldn't look good."
"Especially like the photo shoot they have next week in Cancun." John added with a smirk on his face.
They got into better detail about their plan and once that was done they sat back happily.
"So all we need is the help of some more people and some supplies, but I can pick those up at a drug store or something." Christian volunteered. "That'd really be no big deal."
"I'll go with you whenever." Randy volunteered.
"This time we're gonna get them right where it counts." Test promised, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair, looking all too pleased with himself and the other three and the plan they'd managed to come up with.
*~*~*~*~*
"Why are we getting this stuff again?" Randy asked as he held a bottle of the offending lotion to his nose before pulling back in disgust. "It smells like some of the guy's locker rooms after a pay-per-view."
"That's the point." Christian said patiently, and then held up a different bottle. "Eight out of the twelve divas going on this trip are allergic to that stuff; they'll break out in hives. And because they'd be able to smell it, we mix it with this stuff to mask that really nasty smell."
"We're such geniuses." Randy boasted, puffing his chest out a bit.
Christian rolled his eyes. "Yea, we." He muttered sarcastically and dragged Randy further down the aisle to pick up more of the products they'd need for their plan to work perfectly.
*~*~*~*~*
"Excuse me, ladies?!" A woman called out in the lobby, trying to get the attention of the six divas waiting around for their stuff to be brought up.
"Can we help you?" Stacy asked grumpily, pulling off her headphones.
The woman smiled brightly. "I'm with the Just Shoot It poster company and on behalf of you choosing our company to shoot and print out your novelties; we'd like you to have these complimentary gift baskets filled to the brim with goodies that you can't help but love."
"I love free stuff!" Torrie exclaimed, rushing over and picking her basket off the table. "Look, they're personalized and even have our names on them and everything!"
Once they heard Torrie's approval, the other five grabbed their own baskets excitedly and began rummaging through them, examining the different products given to them.
Lita turned around to thank the woman and the company and furrowed her eyebrows when she wasn't there any more. But instead of dwelling on the matter anymore, she smiled and started to compare her stuff with the other girls.
About fifteen minutes later their bags showed up and were brought to their rooms, all the way up on the seventeenth floor.
"These baskets are soo awesome!" Trish exclaimed to Stacy, who was sharing a room with her. She threw herself down on the bed next to it and dumped the basket out on the bed to get a more thorough look at what she got. "Stacy look! It's the lotion I love! I wonder how they knew."
"Oh they probably just went around asking some people." She reasoned, grabbing her showering stuff and heading to the bathroom. "I'm gonna go take a shower, I should be right out so you can take one too!"
Trish barely heard her as she still pawed through it, trying to look at everything at once.
By the time Stacy came out, she had already tried some of the gum, sprayed the perfume on her clothes for tomorrow, and was now bringing her brand new shampoo, conditioner, and toothpaste into the bathroom with her.
*~*~*~*~*
"Good night Molly!" Lita called softly to the Woman's Champion going to sleep in the bed next to her. "I got us a wake up call for like five tomorrow morning because we hafta catch our flight."
Molly mumbled in response and turned over, pulling the covers over her head.
The two were just about to fall asleep when the loudest, most obnoxious music began pulsating down from the floor above them. It was so loud the glass in the mirrors were starting to shake and they sat upright in bed, Lita pushing the mask from her eyes.
"What the hell is that noise?!" Molly exclaimed angrily, looking up at the ceiling. Without waiting for a response from her friend, she reached over and snatched up the phone, punching in the numbers to the receptionist's desk. "Will you please get somebody up to the eighteenth floor right away and tell the people to shut the hell up and turn their music down?" She snarled as soon as someone picked up on the other end.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but we can't do that." The lady chirped pleasantly.
"And why, pray tell, not?"
"Because the guests staying there are really famous and rich and we really don't want to make them mad incase they decide to take their business elsewhere."
Molly rested her hand to her head. "But what about all the rest of the paying customers? Are you telling me we're just going to have to deal with it and try to sleep through this noise? I have to be up by five tomorrow morning and I won't be able to sleep at all."
"I truly am sorry miss. Would you like something off the room service menu, compliments of us."
"No I don't want something off the menu!" Molly exclaimed. "I want to be able to sleep in peace and quiet but seeing as how you can't do that, I'm going to have to put in some sort of complaint to management." And with that, she slammed the phone back on the receiver and threw herself back against the pillows, trying to contain her anger.
"What'd they say?" Lita asked tentatively.
"They care more about those guests up there then they do anyone else." She replied in a huff. "I wish I had earplugs or something." She lamented.
Lita held up a box of tissues and grinned. "This is the best we got; better start stuffing
*~*~*~*~*
As soon as Torrie heard the alarm go off that morning, she rolled over and pulled a pillow over her head to try and drone out the annoying noise. She heard Victoria moving around and sat up straight when she heard her friend start swearing loudly. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Instead of answering, Victoria held up a pair of underwear that looked like they could fit three or four of her in. "The damn bellhops switched my stuff with someone else's." She then held up a gaudy, pink and white flowered shirt and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Someone whose clothes I definitely don't want to wear. You better check your stuff to make sure it didn't happen to you too."
Torrie was one step a head of her and her mouth dropped open when she opened her suitcase and saw clothes fitted for an old man, complete with knee high socks and flannel shirts galore. "What happened to my stuff?" She exclaimed, sitting back down on the bed feeling light-headed.
Victoria looked down at her watch and grimaced. "We gotta leave in ten minutes though; I guess we hafta work with what we have."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"I wish I was sweetie, I wish I was."
*~*~*~*~*
Stephanie McMahon took one look at the sorry bunch in front of her and pursed her lips. "So what the hell happened to you guys? Anyone feel like sharing?"
Stacy and Trish were doing their best to cover themselves completely up with hats, sunglasses, long sleeves, and bandannas around their faces to mask the rashes they had developed because of the lotion and hair that had turned almost orange from the shampoo. Trish pressed her lips together and shook her head to prevent anyone from seeing the blue stains on her teeth that wouldn't come out no matter how many times she brushed them and Stacy did the same and covered up her cheeks that had broken out sometime during the night.
"What about you two?"
Molly and Lita had fallen asleep, leaning against each other for support and they both looked like they'd been to hell and back with dark circles under their eyes and their hair tangled in knots. Lita had begun to get a rash on her forearms which she was scratching absent-mindedly in her sleep and Molly's cheeks were turning bright red.
"Is anybody going to tell me what's going on?" Stephanie asked exasperatedly, and couldn't help but laugh when she saw Torrie and Victoria walking towards the group.
The same rash thing that happened to Stacy, Trish, and Lita looked like it happened to them as well, except it didn't look like they had the clothes to cover it up. They were pretty much dressed up like an old married couple with Torrie looking extremely grumpy and Victoria pulling the hat down lower on her face to prevent anyone from seeing her.
"And to top it off." Torrie started angrily, whipping the hat off her head. "My hair turned this fucking ugly-ass purple color!"
"I bet you it was all that free cosmetics stuff we got." Stacy muttered bitterly and then turned to their boss. "Stephanie, never use Just Shoot It studios again for anything."
"We don't." Stephanie replied slowly. "In fact I've never even heard of those people."
"Wow, you ladies don't look so well." Randy Orton noted as he walked over to the front desk to collect his messages.
"I know." John Cena added. "What happened with you girls?" The two started laughing quietly as they began to walk away and Trish's eyes got wide before dropping her bags and sprinting after the two.
She jumped on Randy's back and tackled him to the ground. "You son of a bitch bastards!" She yelled, trying her hardest to hit and slap him while John was trying to pry her off of him. Randy was covering his face with his hands to stop her from gauging his eyes out with her nails. The other girls had rushed over and were trying to hold back Trish once they got her off of him. He was dusting himself off and looking at Trish like she was psycho and was about to say something when Test walked into the lobby, happily whistling to himself. He stopped and took one look at the girls and burst out laughing, having to hold onto the wall for support.
Stacy narrowed her eyes and pushed past Trish to stand in front of Test, who still looked like he was having trouble breathing from laughing so hard. She was about to open her mouth to say something when she stopped and turned back to Stephanie, whispering something in her ear. Stephanie nodded and wrote something down in her planner.
"The rest of the guys will not be very happy when you see where your little prank has gotten them." Stacy sneered at the three guys.
"What are you talking about?" John asked cautiously.
Stacy smirked and shrugged. "You'll see."
"Oh we'll see?" Test challenged, and then started laughing when he pulled a camera out of his bag. "How about before we do, everyone else sees how beautiful you ladies look this morning. And believe me, we don't care who has to see these as long as we get you back for what you did."
"You'll be sorry." Stacy threatened once more, pursing her lips as she stared at the camera in his hands.
*~*~*~*~*
"So did they actually do it?" Trish muttered dejectedly the next day while sitting in the locker room.
Instead of answering, Torrie handed her three different newspapers and turned her computer to her so she could see the pictures on the internet.
"But girls don't worry." Stacy breezed into the room. "Stephanie assured us that they'd get what they deserved. She said she was going to be talking to both her parents, JR, Austin, and Bischoff so I don't think we have anything to worry about."
*~*~*~*~*
What'd ya think? I personally don't think it's up to par with the other ones, but you guys can decide that! Don't forget to review before you leave!! *waves happily*
NY BrAt 007
*~*~*~*~*
"Okay, none of them are around, are they?" Test asked suspiciously, glancing around the crowded restaurant. His three companions sitting around the table, John Cena, Randy Orton, and Christian, all shook their heads.
"I think I heard Stacy mention something about having a girl's day out, so it should keep them occupied and we should have enough time to put our new plan in place." John supplied.
Christian held up a hand to silence the younger man. "Which would be all and well if we had a set plan good enough to pay them back for what they did to Hunter, Kurt, Jericho, Edge, and myself."
They started talking amongst themselves, throwing out random ideas and shooting them down just as quick. Randy sat in the corner of the booth they were in, thinking to himself when all of a sudden he got hit with a flash of brilliance. "Guys." The other three kept on talking, having not heard him. "You guys I got it!" He tried louder but still not response. "I figured out how to get them back!" He all but yelled.
That got their attention and unfortunately the attention of their entire side of the restaurant.
"You didn't need to yell man." John said sensibly. "We were all right here."
"I'm ignoring you because you're an idiot." Randy pointed out, and then continued on before he had a chance to respond. "So what is the one things the girls care about most in this business?"
"The Woman's title?" Christian guess and was met by laughter. "Yeah, I guess you guys are right, it's gonna be something more practical."
A look of realization dawned on Test's face. "The only thing they care about is looking good." He said finally.
"Exactly!" Randy said emphatically. "And they'd be nowhere if something happened to them where they wouldn't look good."
"Especially like the photo shoot they have next week in Cancun." John added with a smirk on his face.
They got into better detail about their plan and once that was done they sat back happily.
"So all we need is the help of some more people and some supplies, but I can pick those up at a drug store or something." Christian volunteered. "That'd really be no big deal."
"I'll go with you whenever." Randy volunteered.
"This time we're gonna get them right where it counts." Test promised, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair, looking all too pleased with himself and the other three and the plan they'd managed to come up with.
*~*~*~*~*
"Why are we getting this stuff again?" Randy asked as he held a bottle of the offending lotion to his nose before pulling back in disgust. "It smells like some of the guy's locker rooms after a pay-per-view."
"That's the point." Christian said patiently, and then held up a different bottle. "Eight out of the twelve divas going on this trip are allergic to that stuff; they'll break out in hives. And because they'd be able to smell it, we mix it with this stuff to mask that really nasty smell."
"We're such geniuses." Randy boasted, puffing his chest out a bit.
Christian rolled his eyes. "Yea, we." He muttered sarcastically and dragged Randy further down the aisle to pick up more of the products they'd need for their plan to work perfectly.
*~*~*~*~*
"Excuse me, ladies?!" A woman called out in the lobby, trying to get the attention of the six divas waiting around for their stuff to be brought up.
"Can we help you?" Stacy asked grumpily, pulling off her headphones.
The woman smiled brightly. "I'm with the Just Shoot It poster company and on behalf of you choosing our company to shoot and print out your novelties; we'd like you to have these complimentary gift baskets filled to the brim with goodies that you can't help but love."
"I love free stuff!" Torrie exclaimed, rushing over and picking her basket off the table. "Look, they're personalized and even have our names on them and everything!"
Once they heard Torrie's approval, the other five grabbed their own baskets excitedly and began rummaging through them, examining the different products given to them.
Lita turned around to thank the woman and the company and furrowed her eyebrows when she wasn't there any more. But instead of dwelling on the matter anymore, she smiled and started to compare her stuff with the other girls.
About fifteen minutes later their bags showed up and were brought to their rooms, all the way up on the seventeenth floor.
"These baskets are soo awesome!" Trish exclaimed to Stacy, who was sharing a room with her. She threw herself down on the bed next to it and dumped the basket out on the bed to get a more thorough look at what she got. "Stacy look! It's the lotion I love! I wonder how they knew."
"Oh they probably just went around asking some people." She reasoned, grabbing her showering stuff and heading to the bathroom. "I'm gonna go take a shower, I should be right out so you can take one too!"
Trish barely heard her as she still pawed through it, trying to look at everything at once.
By the time Stacy came out, she had already tried some of the gum, sprayed the perfume on her clothes for tomorrow, and was now bringing her brand new shampoo, conditioner, and toothpaste into the bathroom with her.
*~*~*~*~*
"Good night Molly!" Lita called softly to the Woman's Champion going to sleep in the bed next to her. "I got us a wake up call for like five tomorrow morning because we hafta catch our flight."
Molly mumbled in response and turned over, pulling the covers over her head.
The two were just about to fall asleep when the loudest, most obnoxious music began pulsating down from the floor above them. It was so loud the glass in the mirrors were starting to shake and they sat upright in bed, Lita pushing the mask from her eyes.
"What the hell is that noise?!" Molly exclaimed angrily, looking up at the ceiling. Without waiting for a response from her friend, she reached over and snatched up the phone, punching in the numbers to the receptionist's desk. "Will you please get somebody up to the eighteenth floor right away and tell the people to shut the hell up and turn their music down?" She snarled as soon as someone picked up on the other end.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but we can't do that." The lady chirped pleasantly.
"And why, pray tell, not?"
"Because the guests staying there are really famous and rich and we really don't want to make them mad incase they decide to take their business elsewhere."
Molly rested her hand to her head. "But what about all the rest of the paying customers? Are you telling me we're just going to have to deal with it and try to sleep through this noise? I have to be up by five tomorrow morning and I won't be able to sleep at all."
"I truly am sorry miss. Would you like something off the room service menu, compliments of us."
"No I don't want something off the menu!" Molly exclaimed. "I want to be able to sleep in peace and quiet but seeing as how you can't do that, I'm going to have to put in some sort of complaint to management." And with that, she slammed the phone back on the receiver and threw herself back against the pillows, trying to contain her anger.
"What'd they say?" Lita asked tentatively.
"They care more about those guests up there then they do anyone else." She replied in a huff. "I wish I had earplugs or something." She lamented.
Lita held up a box of tissues and grinned. "This is the best we got; better start stuffing
*~*~*~*~*
As soon as Torrie heard the alarm go off that morning, she rolled over and pulled a pillow over her head to try and drone out the annoying noise. She heard Victoria moving around and sat up straight when she heard her friend start swearing loudly. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Instead of answering, Victoria held up a pair of underwear that looked like they could fit three or four of her in. "The damn bellhops switched my stuff with someone else's." She then held up a gaudy, pink and white flowered shirt and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Someone whose clothes I definitely don't want to wear. You better check your stuff to make sure it didn't happen to you too."
Torrie was one step a head of her and her mouth dropped open when she opened her suitcase and saw clothes fitted for an old man, complete with knee high socks and flannel shirts galore. "What happened to my stuff?" She exclaimed, sitting back down on the bed feeling light-headed.
Victoria looked down at her watch and grimaced. "We gotta leave in ten minutes though; I guess we hafta work with what we have."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"I wish I was sweetie, I wish I was."
*~*~*~*~*
Stephanie McMahon took one look at the sorry bunch in front of her and pursed her lips. "So what the hell happened to you guys? Anyone feel like sharing?"
Stacy and Trish were doing their best to cover themselves completely up with hats, sunglasses, long sleeves, and bandannas around their faces to mask the rashes they had developed because of the lotion and hair that had turned almost orange from the shampoo. Trish pressed her lips together and shook her head to prevent anyone from seeing the blue stains on her teeth that wouldn't come out no matter how many times she brushed them and Stacy did the same and covered up her cheeks that had broken out sometime during the night.
"What about you two?"
Molly and Lita had fallen asleep, leaning against each other for support and they both looked like they'd been to hell and back with dark circles under their eyes and their hair tangled in knots. Lita had begun to get a rash on her forearms which she was scratching absent-mindedly in her sleep and Molly's cheeks were turning bright red.
"Is anybody going to tell me what's going on?" Stephanie asked exasperatedly, and couldn't help but laugh when she saw Torrie and Victoria walking towards the group.
The same rash thing that happened to Stacy, Trish, and Lita looked like it happened to them as well, except it didn't look like they had the clothes to cover it up. They were pretty much dressed up like an old married couple with Torrie looking extremely grumpy and Victoria pulling the hat down lower on her face to prevent anyone from seeing her.
"And to top it off." Torrie started angrily, whipping the hat off her head. "My hair turned this fucking ugly-ass purple color!"
"I bet you it was all that free cosmetics stuff we got." Stacy muttered bitterly and then turned to their boss. "Stephanie, never use Just Shoot It studios again for anything."
"We don't." Stephanie replied slowly. "In fact I've never even heard of those people."
"Wow, you ladies don't look so well." Randy Orton noted as he walked over to the front desk to collect his messages.
"I know." John Cena added. "What happened with you girls?" The two started laughing quietly as they began to walk away and Trish's eyes got wide before dropping her bags and sprinting after the two.
She jumped on Randy's back and tackled him to the ground. "You son of a bitch bastards!" She yelled, trying her hardest to hit and slap him while John was trying to pry her off of him. Randy was covering his face with his hands to stop her from gauging his eyes out with her nails. The other girls had rushed over and were trying to hold back Trish once they got her off of him. He was dusting himself off and looking at Trish like she was psycho and was about to say something when Test walked into the lobby, happily whistling to himself. He stopped and took one look at the girls and burst out laughing, having to hold onto the wall for support.
Stacy narrowed her eyes and pushed past Trish to stand in front of Test, who still looked like he was having trouble breathing from laughing so hard. She was about to open her mouth to say something when she stopped and turned back to Stephanie, whispering something in her ear. Stephanie nodded and wrote something down in her planner.
"The rest of the guys will not be very happy when you see where your little prank has gotten them." Stacy sneered at the three guys.
"What are you talking about?" John asked cautiously.
Stacy smirked and shrugged. "You'll see."
"Oh we'll see?" Test challenged, and then started laughing when he pulled a camera out of his bag. "How about before we do, everyone else sees how beautiful you ladies look this morning. And believe me, we don't care who has to see these as long as we get you back for what you did."
"You'll be sorry." Stacy threatened once more, pursing her lips as she stared at the camera in his hands.
*~*~*~*~*
"So did they actually do it?" Trish muttered dejectedly the next day while sitting in the locker room.
Instead of answering, Torrie handed her three different newspapers and turned her computer to her so she could see the pictures on the internet.
"But girls don't worry." Stacy breezed into the room. "Stephanie assured us that they'd get what they deserved. She said she was going to be talking to both her parents, JR, Austin, and Bischoff so I don't think we have anything to worry about."
*~*~*~*~*
What'd ya think? I personally don't think it's up to par with the other ones, but you guys can decide that! Don't forget to review before you leave!! *waves happily*
NY BrAt 007