WWE
Disc: None of the characters you recognize belong to me.
Rating: Has been changed to R for slightly sexual situations.
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 3He stormed into the locker room he was sharing with his best friend, his blue eyes shooting sparks.
"I can't believe this! Why me? Why her?" Christian watched amused, as Jericho angrily paced the room.
"Geezus Chris…calm down!" The blonde said, a smirk on his face. "So you have some tits and ass accompanying you to the ring now…big deal…"
Jericho snorted, his expression not changing. "Tits and ass? Lita? Yeah, she's gorgeous, but that's like, a standard requirement for being a diva…" He glared at the younger man. "I'm more worried about what she said before she walked off…"
"What, that she'd screw with your matches?" Christian eyed him sceptically. "If she does, just put her in the Walls or something…not like you haven't done it before…"
Jericho gave a short humourless laugh. "Have you seen the guys she's been hanging out with lately? Lesnar, Benoit…" He glanced at Christian through the corner of his eye. "Edge…"
Christian's eyes flashed at the mention of his older brother before shutting down, his eyes like twin glaciers. "They probably just want to get in her pants…that is, if they already haven't…"
"I doubt she's sleeping with Benoit or Lesnar…Edge, on the other hand, got there sometime last year…" Jericho drawled, watching the way Christian's face tightened as Edge was mentioned yet again.
"So my brother's banging the tramp? Huh…would've thought he had better taste than that…" Jericho sighed, running his hands through his hair.
He was about to say something when a knock on the door interrupted him. Exchanging a glance with Christian, he opened the door, only to find himself staring into the apprehensive eyes of Lillian Garcia.
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The tall blonde leaned against the door frame, a seductive smile on her face. She stepped forward, pushing the door shut behind her as she flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
Test watched her, his eyes travelling over the tanned legs left bare by the barely there miniskirt she was wearing, stopping at her breasts, staring appreciatively at the amount of cleavage on show.
"Hey beautiful…" He leered at her, reaching out to grab the blonde diva, his lips descending on Torrie's as his hands squeezed and moulded her breasts. Laughing, she flung her hands around his neck, a smirk on her face.
"Drew! What if your girlfriend walks in?" She said breathlessly, enjoying the feel of the Canadian's tongue on her neck. Test lifted his head long enough to leer at the blonde, his voice heavy with passion.
"Who cares? Stacy knows what's good for her…and baby, I'm good for her. Hell, she's the one who set up the fucking Girls Gone Wild thing…" He laughed, his hands sliding under Torrie's halter top. "I have to admit though, I really hadn't expected you to 'go wild' in my hotel room though…"
Torrie smirked. "What can I say…I see what I want, and I go for it." With that, the blonde diva pulled Test down for a kiss, the two lovers oblivious to Stacy's tearstained face as she looked in from the slightly open doorway.
TBC