~Part 1~
"Bischoff!" A voice interrupted Eric's thoughts. He looked up sternly at the blond, who had just burst through his office door, frowning as he approached the general manager's desk.
"Jericho." Eric said, standing eye-level to the man. It was no secret that Chris Jericho and Eric Bischoff hated each other.but they did tolerate each other, and Bischoff actually had high hopes for the young, cocky, Canadian wrestler.
"What can I do for you Chris?"
"A match!" Chris half asked and half demanded, "against RVD." He spat out the other wrestler's name like you would an incurable disease. Bischoff smirked.
"I'll tell you what Chris.you can have your match, but I like your enthusiasm, so it can be for the intercontinental championship." Bischoff declared, and Jericho was the one who smirked this time.
"I won't let you down Bischoff. You're looking at the next intercontinental champion and soon I will regain my world championship title and prove to you all, exactly why I am the King.of the world!"
And with that, the blond left the office, almost the same way in which he had entered, as Eric rolled his eyes. The Canadian really was a jackass.
The general manager was just about to sit down, when the very woman Bischoff had been thinking about earlier, walked into the room, closing the door behind her.
Eric went to speak, but didn't have the chance, as she slapped him hard across his face.
"That was for my friends!" she yelled angrily, a frown on her face. Bischoff glared at her for a moment. Then he smiled.
"Nice to see you too, gorgeous." He said, pulling the woman into a hug. God, if anyone were to walk in right now.
"Sorry dad, It's just.well I know it was a while ago, but I didn't like the way you treated my friends, they didn't deserve any of the crap you pulled," She sighed as they both sat, either side of Bischoff's desk. "Also I couldn't believe it when you told Three Minute Warning to attack."
"Don't you dare say her name!" Eric yelled, and instantly regretted it at the hurt look that formed on his daughter's face. "I'm sorry honey, It's just.the woman's a bitch that's all."
"Whoa, you a psychic now?" She mumbled, folding her arms, and taking on the image of a sulking child.
"You know what your problem is?" Bischoff shook his head slightly, "you care too much. Whatever happened to my little girl huh? You used to be so.well like me! Then you joined this place and you've changed." Eric finished.
The woman frowned. "I have not changed! I'm still me! I just have friends now."
"Friends?! You call them friends?!" Eric threw his arms in the air in disbelief. "They don't care about you. They never have and they never will."
"That's not true." The young woman said quietly, shrinking in her seat.
"They've hurt you, humiliated you, and they couldn't care less about you when you got injured. They didn't come to visit you. They're not your friends honey. They only care about themselves and their success in this business. Why do you think they want you accompanying them to the ring huh? It's because *you* are the popular one, not them. *They* need *you* not the other way round."
She frowned. He really knew how to argue a point.but maybe there was some truth in what he had said.everything made sense now. She had changed, and she wanted to change back.
Her father was once again in a powerful position, just like before. And just like before, she wanted some of that power. Wanted to be recognised as her own person. Not someone who walked out the Tag team champions, or European champion every once in a while. No.she wanted her own power. She wanted the womens championship title.
"You're right you know. I wish.I wish things were like they were before I had joined the WWE. Before all the lying and pain. Just you and me dad remember? Every man and woman for themselves."
Bischoff smiled. He most definitely did remember. But surely too much had changed since then.
"I don't know sweetie, I mean you're a different person now and I."
"No." She cut him off short, rising from her seat. "I'm very much the same person. I've just been hiding behind a mask these past few years. Anyway, now that you're back in the game and I'm cleared to wrestle again, the mask is coming off. No more sweet innocent little Lita, because Bischoff, the bitch.is back." She smirked, and so did Bischoff.
"Now that's the girl I remember," Eric said proudly, standing to give his daughter a hug.
"I want to start work next week, is that okay?" Lita asked, as the general manager released her.
"That's great. Are you going home or staying in the hotel?"
"No one knows I'm here so I'm going home for the week." She stated. Then looked at her clothes in disgust. "I've got to get out of these combats too.honestly, what was I thinking!"
Bischoff laughed. Oh yeah, his girl was definitely back!
And his plan was working perfectly.
~end part 1~
"Bischoff!" A voice interrupted Eric's thoughts. He looked up sternly at the blond, who had just burst through his office door, frowning as he approached the general manager's desk.
"Jericho." Eric said, standing eye-level to the man. It was no secret that Chris Jericho and Eric Bischoff hated each other.but they did tolerate each other, and Bischoff actually had high hopes for the young, cocky, Canadian wrestler.
"What can I do for you Chris?"
"A match!" Chris half asked and half demanded, "against RVD." He spat out the other wrestler's name like you would an incurable disease. Bischoff smirked.
"I'll tell you what Chris.you can have your match, but I like your enthusiasm, so it can be for the intercontinental championship." Bischoff declared, and Jericho was the one who smirked this time.
"I won't let you down Bischoff. You're looking at the next intercontinental champion and soon I will regain my world championship title and prove to you all, exactly why I am the King.of the world!"
And with that, the blond left the office, almost the same way in which he had entered, as Eric rolled his eyes. The Canadian really was a jackass.
The general manager was just about to sit down, when the very woman Bischoff had been thinking about earlier, walked into the room, closing the door behind her.
Eric went to speak, but didn't have the chance, as she slapped him hard across his face.
"That was for my friends!" she yelled angrily, a frown on her face. Bischoff glared at her for a moment. Then he smiled.
"Nice to see you too, gorgeous." He said, pulling the woman into a hug. God, if anyone were to walk in right now.
"Sorry dad, It's just.well I know it was a while ago, but I didn't like the way you treated my friends, they didn't deserve any of the crap you pulled," She sighed as they both sat, either side of Bischoff's desk. "Also I couldn't believe it when you told Three Minute Warning to attack."
"Don't you dare say her name!" Eric yelled, and instantly regretted it at the hurt look that formed on his daughter's face. "I'm sorry honey, It's just.the woman's a bitch that's all."
"Whoa, you a psychic now?" She mumbled, folding her arms, and taking on the image of a sulking child.
"You know what your problem is?" Bischoff shook his head slightly, "you care too much. Whatever happened to my little girl huh? You used to be so.well like me! Then you joined this place and you've changed." Eric finished.
The woman frowned. "I have not changed! I'm still me! I just have friends now."
"Friends?! You call them friends?!" Eric threw his arms in the air in disbelief. "They don't care about you. They never have and they never will."
"That's not true." The young woman said quietly, shrinking in her seat.
"They've hurt you, humiliated you, and they couldn't care less about you when you got injured. They didn't come to visit you. They're not your friends honey. They only care about themselves and their success in this business. Why do you think they want you accompanying them to the ring huh? It's because *you* are the popular one, not them. *They* need *you* not the other way round."
She frowned. He really knew how to argue a point.but maybe there was some truth in what he had said.everything made sense now. She had changed, and she wanted to change back.
Her father was once again in a powerful position, just like before. And just like before, she wanted some of that power. Wanted to be recognised as her own person. Not someone who walked out the Tag team champions, or European champion every once in a while. No.she wanted her own power. She wanted the womens championship title.
"You're right you know. I wish.I wish things were like they were before I had joined the WWE. Before all the lying and pain. Just you and me dad remember? Every man and woman for themselves."
Bischoff smiled. He most definitely did remember. But surely too much had changed since then.
"I don't know sweetie, I mean you're a different person now and I."
"No." She cut him off short, rising from her seat. "I'm very much the same person. I've just been hiding behind a mask these past few years. Anyway, now that you're back in the game and I'm cleared to wrestle again, the mask is coming off. No more sweet innocent little Lita, because Bischoff, the bitch.is back." She smirked, and so did Bischoff.
"Now that's the girl I remember," Eric said proudly, standing to give his daughter a hug.
"I want to start work next week, is that okay?" Lita asked, as the general manager released her.
"That's great. Are you going home or staying in the hotel?"
"No one knows I'm here so I'm going home for the week." She stated. Then looked at her clothes in disgust. "I've got to get out of these combats too.honestly, what was I thinking!"
Bischoff laughed. Oh yeah, his girl was definitely back!
And his plan was working perfectly.
~end part 1~