~ Part 2 ~
Lita walked down a corridor of the Raw arena, smiling to herself. She was on her way to Bischoff's office and she couldn't wait to see him.
As she passed a mirror, she checked her reflection quickly. She looked good. She was wearing her low cut dirty denim jeans with a wide tan belt and tanned boots to match. Her white, long sleeved and cleavage-bearing top, added that extra bit of.class? However, her midriff was bare, revealing her pierced belly button and her famous thong straps were hidden for a change.
Then she looked at her hair. It was no longer red. Instead, it was a mousy brown colour, with some blond highlights and she wore it loose around her shoulders.
Lita continued down the corridor, there was no one around. It was still early.
She stopped at a coffee machine, deciding that as she was passing, then she might as well grab a drink for herself and one for Eric too.
Lita heard laughter behind her and footsteps approaching, but she didn't bother turning around. She didn't care who it was.until she felt the light slap on her ass.
"Hey babe." Came a very self-assured man's voice and it was accompanied by laughter from a second man.
Lita turned around, coming face to face with Tripple H -Great- and sure enough he had Rick Flair with him.
She glared at the man coldly and registered the surprised look on the Game's face, which soon changed to a slightly amused look.
"Well, well, well.If it isn't the lovely Lita." He taunted in a singsong voice. He let his eyes wander up and down the young woman's form, letting them rest comfortably below her neckline.
Lita smirked. She personally thought that the man was good looking, but there was a side to him that could be a sick, perverted, asshole -as many in the WWE found out the hard way- which made the diva feel a little less than comfortable in his presence. She wouldn't let him know that though.
"Lovely?" Lita laughed, "Ha. You don't know me very well, do you H,H,H." She almost purred as this time she let *her* eyes wander up and down *his* well-muscled body.
The Game was quite taken aback by the confidence of the young woman and was impressed to say the least. He already knew she was tough in the ring, and a stunner to look at, but with the diva's whole new look and teasing attitude, he could definitely find some uses for her as part of his dominating team.
Tripple H leaned in closer to the former redhead, and whispered in her ear, "Now that you're back, I hope that I will get to know you *very* well."
Then he turned away, continuing down the corridor with Flair at his side, only pausing once to turn and wink at her, as she watched him leave.
Lita smirked, shaking her head with disbelief.
What the hell was that? She wasn't sure whether to throw up or burst out into a fit of laughter.
Wit till daddy found out.
~ end part 2 ~
Lita walked down a corridor of the Raw arena, smiling to herself. She was on her way to Bischoff's office and she couldn't wait to see him.
As she passed a mirror, she checked her reflection quickly. She looked good. She was wearing her low cut dirty denim jeans with a wide tan belt and tanned boots to match. Her white, long sleeved and cleavage-bearing top, added that extra bit of.class? However, her midriff was bare, revealing her pierced belly button and her famous thong straps were hidden for a change.
Then she looked at her hair. It was no longer red. Instead, it was a mousy brown colour, with some blond highlights and she wore it loose around her shoulders.
Lita continued down the corridor, there was no one around. It was still early.
She stopped at a coffee machine, deciding that as she was passing, then she might as well grab a drink for herself and one for Eric too.
Lita heard laughter behind her and footsteps approaching, but she didn't bother turning around. She didn't care who it was.until she felt the light slap on her ass.
"Hey babe." Came a very self-assured man's voice and it was accompanied by laughter from a second man.
Lita turned around, coming face to face with Tripple H -Great- and sure enough he had Rick Flair with him.
She glared at the man coldly and registered the surprised look on the Game's face, which soon changed to a slightly amused look.
"Well, well, well.If it isn't the lovely Lita." He taunted in a singsong voice. He let his eyes wander up and down the young woman's form, letting them rest comfortably below her neckline.
Lita smirked. She personally thought that the man was good looking, but there was a side to him that could be a sick, perverted, asshole -as many in the WWE found out the hard way- which made the diva feel a little less than comfortable in his presence. She wouldn't let him know that though.
"Lovely?" Lita laughed, "Ha. You don't know me very well, do you H,H,H." She almost purred as this time she let *her* eyes wander up and down *his* well-muscled body.
The Game was quite taken aback by the confidence of the young woman and was impressed to say the least. He already knew she was tough in the ring, and a stunner to look at, but with the diva's whole new look and teasing attitude, he could definitely find some uses for her as part of his dominating team.
Tripple H leaned in closer to the former redhead, and whispered in her ear, "Now that you're back, I hope that I will get to know you *very* well."
Then he turned away, continuing down the corridor with Flair at his side, only pausing once to turn and wink at her, as she watched him leave.
Lita smirked, shaking her head with disbelief.
What the hell was that? She wasn't sure whether to throw up or burst out into a fit of laughter.
Wit till daddy found out.
~ end part 2 ~