~Part 4~
Knock, knock! No reply. She tried again. Knock, knock! Still no reply. Once more. Knock kno-
"Come in!" A rather gruff sounding voice answered and Lita opened the locker room door.
He turned around to face his only visitor, running a hand through his long blond hair. There was a look of surprise, annoyance, but also a hint of intrigue, which crossed his stunning features. His blue eyes flickering with suspicion at the same time. Lita was amazed that a man, who always acted so cocky and self-centred, could show so many emotions in just his face alone.
"What do *you* want?" he almost snapped, receiving a harsh look from the former redhead. She walked into the room, closing the door behind her then turned to face him.
"Listen Jericho, king of the assclowns, or whatever it is that you call yourself now, I'm here for one reason, and one reason only, and that's business. You see I just so happen to be your tag-team partner for a very important match, which should result in me becoming the womens champion, and if things go differently, then I'm going to be *very* pissed off, and when I'm pissed off, things get ugly." Lita threatened, the seriousness evident in her hazel eyes, "Understand?"
Chris smirked. Wow, she sure was fired up about something.
"Well, well, well, looks like the little dog has a bark after all." He sneered. Lita frowned. The asshole. How dare he insult her like that.
"Oh there is no dog over here, but there sure is one hell of a bitch standing in front of me." She spat at him, and a look of what you could almost call awe, flashed in his eyes.
"Wow. That was a good one." The Jericho grinned. He wasn't sure what was going on. Lita was *his* tag-team partner? Why wasn't she Jeff's or someone else's? And he wasn't sure where she had developed the new attitude, but he sure as hell liked it. In fact she looked very hot.
"I know." Lita shrugged.
"Huh?" Chris snapped out of his thoughts, "What?"
"Forget it. So are you coming or not, because our match is first up, in like 5 minutes." Lita said, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor and staring at the blond.
"Uh.course." Chris muttered, following the diva out of the dressing room and down the corridor to the ring. This was going to be one hell of a night that was for sure.
~~
1,2,3!
The crowd surprisingly erupted in applause for the new champions, considering that Jericho was a heel. Everyone had been surprised to see Lita and her new appearance, and despite the fact that she was teaming with the 'King of the World', the audience had cheered for her all throughout the match.
However, they weren't the only one's surprised to see her back. She genuinely couldn't wait to see a playback of her match, if only to get another look at Trish and RVD's faces, when *she* was announced as Jericho's partner.
Lita smiled triumphantly. Everything had gone perfectly. While Trish was unconscious on the outside of the ring, -courtesy of a steel chair- Lita had hit RVD with the hurricanrana, setting him up perfectly for the lionsault, by Jericho.
Now she was the woman's champion, and she planned on staying that way.
The referee lifted her arm, along with Chris' in victory. She glanced at Chris. The new intercontinental champion really did look like the King of the World at that moment. Smiling, Lita walked up to the stunning blond Canadian, standing victorious in the middle of the squared circle.
She met his eyes for a brief second, before grabbing a handful of his long hair and pulling him towards her for a kiss. Now Chris really *felt* like the King of the World.
After releasing him, the diva left the ring and walked up the ramp, leaving Chris smirking at her retreating form.
She knew that she would be stirring trouble, that it would get to him, seeing her kissing Jericho like that. What she didn't know, was that it wasn't *just* getting to *him*.
~End part 4~
Knock, knock! No reply. She tried again. Knock, knock! Still no reply. Once more. Knock kno-
"Come in!" A rather gruff sounding voice answered and Lita opened the locker room door.
He turned around to face his only visitor, running a hand through his long blond hair. There was a look of surprise, annoyance, but also a hint of intrigue, which crossed his stunning features. His blue eyes flickering with suspicion at the same time. Lita was amazed that a man, who always acted so cocky and self-centred, could show so many emotions in just his face alone.
"What do *you* want?" he almost snapped, receiving a harsh look from the former redhead. She walked into the room, closing the door behind her then turned to face him.
"Listen Jericho, king of the assclowns, or whatever it is that you call yourself now, I'm here for one reason, and one reason only, and that's business. You see I just so happen to be your tag-team partner for a very important match, which should result in me becoming the womens champion, and if things go differently, then I'm going to be *very* pissed off, and when I'm pissed off, things get ugly." Lita threatened, the seriousness evident in her hazel eyes, "Understand?"
Chris smirked. Wow, she sure was fired up about something.
"Well, well, well, looks like the little dog has a bark after all." He sneered. Lita frowned. The asshole. How dare he insult her like that.
"Oh there is no dog over here, but there sure is one hell of a bitch standing in front of me." She spat at him, and a look of what you could almost call awe, flashed in his eyes.
"Wow. That was a good one." The Jericho grinned. He wasn't sure what was going on. Lita was *his* tag-team partner? Why wasn't she Jeff's or someone else's? And he wasn't sure where she had developed the new attitude, but he sure as hell liked it. In fact she looked very hot.
"I know." Lita shrugged.
"Huh?" Chris snapped out of his thoughts, "What?"
"Forget it. So are you coming or not, because our match is first up, in like 5 minutes." Lita said, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor and staring at the blond.
"Uh.course." Chris muttered, following the diva out of the dressing room and down the corridor to the ring. This was going to be one hell of a night that was for sure.
~~
1,2,3!
The crowd surprisingly erupted in applause for the new champions, considering that Jericho was a heel. Everyone had been surprised to see Lita and her new appearance, and despite the fact that she was teaming with the 'King of the World', the audience had cheered for her all throughout the match.
However, they weren't the only one's surprised to see her back. She genuinely couldn't wait to see a playback of her match, if only to get another look at Trish and RVD's faces, when *she* was announced as Jericho's partner.
Lita smiled triumphantly. Everything had gone perfectly. While Trish was unconscious on the outside of the ring, -courtesy of a steel chair- Lita had hit RVD with the hurricanrana, setting him up perfectly for the lionsault, by Jericho.
Now she was the woman's champion, and she planned on staying that way.
The referee lifted her arm, along with Chris' in victory. She glanced at Chris. The new intercontinental champion really did look like the King of the World at that moment. Smiling, Lita walked up to the stunning blond Canadian, standing victorious in the middle of the squared circle.
She met his eyes for a brief second, before grabbing a handful of his long hair and pulling him towards her for a kiss. Now Chris really *felt* like the King of the World.
After releasing him, the diva left the ring and walked up the ramp, leaving Chris smirking at her retreating form.
She knew that she would be stirring trouble, that it would get to him, seeing her kissing Jericho like that. What she didn't know, was that it wasn't *just* getting to *him*.
~End part 4~