WWE
Disc: None of the characters you recognize belong to me.
Rating: G/PG – minor uses of offensive language
Spoilers: Roster split ended after Judgement Day. Stephanie, Austin and Bischoff are all co-GM's. Edge isn't hurt.
Pairings: Lita/Christian, Stacy/Brock, Victoria/Jericho, Lillian/Edge
Part (2/?)
Lita frowned as she walked through the corridors of the arena, ignoring the various looks that some of the wrestlers sent her way. Her mind was still busy processing what Austin and Bischoff had just told her less than twenty minutes before, so it was no surprise that she wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings or the speed she was walking at.
"Watch where you're going!" The voice was all too familiar to Lita as she looked up at the wrestler she had just collided with.
"Oh great…just the jack ass I was looking for…" She spat out before getting up off the floor. The redheaded diva glared at the blonde before smirking as realization dawned. She laughed bitterly, the sound lightening a little bit as his confused look deepened.
"You really don't know, do you?" She asked him curiously and then frowned as a voice broke into their conversation.
"Man, I thought you were only getting a drink…and why are you with that skank?" Christian asked, walking up to them. Lita sighed, an annoyed expression on her face.
"What is this, an asshole convention or something?" Another voice was heard; cutting into whatever Lita was about to say. She turned around, smiling when she saw who it was.
"Hey Brock!" The diva said cheerily, waving at the large man before frowning. "Did you just call me an asshole?" The tall blonde man grinned, holding his palms up defensively.
"Of course not…I was talking 'bout the two idiot's behind you…" He assured her, before his expression turned serious. "They bothering you, Red?"
Lita grinned before replying. "Nah…well, Christian maybe, but I was actually looking for Jerky here…" She motioned towards Jericho, smirking at the slightly worried look that appeared on Christian's face as Brock glared at him.
"You know, you still haven't told me why you were looking for me…" Jericho put in, before smirking while he checked his watch. "And do you think you could hurry it up a bit? I do have better things that I could be doing instead of standing here in the presence of cheap trash like you…"
Lita scowled angrily, before sneering at him again. "You know, I'm kinda glad that they haven't told you just yet…" Chris sighed impatiently.
"Told me what?"
"How do you feel about having a manager?" She asked him, snickering as his expression changed to one of mild horror.
"You've got to be kidding me!" He sputtered out, disbelief lining his face. Brock and Christian looked liked they weren't sure whether they should laugh or look shocked. Lita smirked again.
"Apparently Bischoff and Austin finally managed to agree on something…" She turned around and walked away, Brock following behind. She grinned as she heard Jericho swear profusely, before turning her head back, and smirking at Jericho one last time.
"Oh, and Chris…don't count on winning anytime soon…I'm planning to have a lot of fun screwing with your matches…"
TBC?