~Part 7~
Lita left Chris' locker room, chuckling to herself and waving as she went.
She strolled down the corridor, humming and smiling despite the fact that her hair was a mess, her lipstick had smeared slightly, and she'd had way too much champagne.
The former redhead had denied Chris and his best friend Christian's invitation for a celebratory night out on the town. She knew she had no time for things like that. She had business to take care of first. Now that she had the women's title, things certainly would be moving fast.
She passed several locker rooms, briefly hearing someone, who she assumed must have been a very pissed off Trish, shouting something about a steel chair. The redhead just smirked in response and carried on walking until she arrived at the canteen doors, and entered. It was surprisingly busy in there, full of wrestlers chatting aimlessly in small groups. Lita noticed how it had quietened down when she'd entered the room and that most of them were staring at her.
There was a small TV monitor in the room, so she figured that they'd all seen the kiss between herself and Jericho.oh well. Currently, however, there was a match on the screen between Booker T and Randy Orton with Rick Flair out at ringside.
Sighing, the woman's champion walked over to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup. She jumped slightly as a large pair of hands rested on her tiny waist.
"Hey babe, did you miss me?" Came a smooth voice that Lita immediately recognised as the Game's. She bit her lip slightly.
"I wasn't aiming for you." She smirked and so did he. She was fiery, and Tripple H loved that.
"So what's it like, playing tonsil hockey with a jackass?" He asked, playing with a lock of her hair. Lita's eyes widened. She should have known he'd come out with something like that, especially as there was no love-loss between himself and Chris Jericho.
"You mean you don't kiss your own kind?" Lita smiled, she'd got him there.
The Game snorted and pressed himself up against her. Lita shuddered, as he lowered his head and placed a single kiss on her neck. The diva was suddenly found herself thankful that they weren't alone in the room.
"Don't worry babe, I'll be seeing you again. Hopefully next time it won't be over a coffee machine. But then again, you know what they say about coffee." He smirked at the woman, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he left the canteen.
Lita let out a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly. That man really was beginning to unnerve her. She turned around and noticed that she was receiving more stares than before. Plastering a smile on her face, she too sauntered out of the canteen.
They could all just think what they like.
~
"Bischoff." The man growled angrily as he stormed in to the general manager's office.
Eric stood from his seat, and glanced at his chief of staff, Sean Morely who also stood.
"What can I do for you?" Bischoff asked, with forced cheerfulness.
"I want to speak to you alone." The man demanded and glanced over at Chief Morely.
Eric was irritated by the man's behaviour but asked Morely to leave anyway, and when he had, he turned his attention back to the man in front of him.
"So what do you want? A match for you and your team?" Bischoff asked again.
"That's not why I'm here and you know it." The man said sternly, somewhat calmed down since Morely left the office.
"I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't want anything, then I suggest you leave." Eric glared at him, not caring that the other man was 6'5, 275 pounds and perfectly capable of causing him serious damage.
"I'm talking about your daughter." He informed him, receiving one of Eric's famous dirty looks.
"Lita is no concern of yours, just leave us alone." Bischoff told him. But the man wouldn't hear of it. "Really it's none of your business."
"That's bullshit and you know it!" He yelled slamming both hands on Eric's desk, then taking a few moments to recover his breath. "She was so happy here. Then you arrived, and you're just going to mess up that girls life.just like you did mine."
"If I remember correctly, *you* were the one who came knocking at *my* door. *I* took *you* into my home." Bischoff said, finding himself becoming angered.
The other man looked at him in utter disgust.
"I was twelve years old and had just lost both my parents in a car accident.you and Lita were the only family I had left." He said softly, lowering his eyes ".and you threw me out as soon as I turned sixteen."
"You weren't my son. You weren't my responsibility." Bischoff shook his head, sitting down in his seat. "You know that Lita didn't talk to me for three months after you left.she begged me not to kick you out.but she was only child."
"But not anymore Bischoff. She'll see through you and your lies." The large man said and Bischoff rolled his eyes.
"Are you here for a reason, or just to irritate me?" the general manager sighed.
"I came here to warn you actually," he man told him and Bischoff looked up, nervously.
"Warn me?"
"Yeah, you see I really do care about you.Uncle Eric." the man said snidely.
Eric flinched at the use of the term 'uncle'. He really hadn't heard that in a long time, although he knew that his only nephew was saying it out of spite.
"Cut the crap and tell me what you mean." He ordered and the younger man smirked.
"People know about your plan Eric.I was told earlier and I'm sure others will find out." He said.
"Are you blackmailing me?" Bischoff frowned, clearly not amused. However, the other man looked offended.
"The thought never crossed my mind. I'm not like you. I just wanted to let you know that whatever it is that you're planning to do.do it fast." He said, before walking towards the door.
Bischoff didn't know what to say to that. He hadn't expected any of that to happen.but if people knew about his plans, then he really must act fast. However much he and his nephew hated each other, he was grateful that he'd told him.no not grateful.thankful.
"Oh, Batista?" Eric called out, before the other man left.
"Yeah?" He asked, turning slightly, his hand on the door handle.
Bischoff shook his head.
"Never mind."
~End Part 7~
Lita left Chris' locker room, chuckling to herself and waving as she went.
She strolled down the corridor, humming and smiling despite the fact that her hair was a mess, her lipstick had smeared slightly, and she'd had way too much champagne.
The former redhead had denied Chris and his best friend Christian's invitation for a celebratory night out on the town. She knew she had no time for things like that. She had business to take care of first. Now that she had the women's title, things certainly would be moving fast.
She passed several locker rooms, briefly hearing someone, who she assumed must have been a very pissed off Trish, shouting something about a steel chair. The redhead just smirked in response and carried on walking until she arrived at the canteen doors, and entered. It was surprisingly busy in there, full of wrestlers chatting aimlessly in small groups. Lita noticed how it had quietened down when she'd entered the room and that most of them were staring at her.
There was a small TV monitor in the room, so she figured that they'd all seen the kiss between herself and Jericho.oh well. Currently, however, there was a match on the screen between Booker T and Randy Orton with Rick Flair out at ringside.
Sighing, the woman's champion walked over to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup. She jumped slightly as a large pair of hands rested on her tiny waist.
"Hey babe, did you miss me?" Came a smooth voice that Lita immediately recognised as the Game's. She bit her lip slightly.
"I wasn't aiming for you." She smirked and so did he. She was fiery, and Tripple H loved that.
"So what's it like, playing tonsil hockey with a jackass?" He asked, playing with a lock of her hair. Lita's eyes widened. She should have known he'd come out with something like that, especially as there was no love-loss between himself and Chris Jericho.
"You mean you don't kiss your own kind?" Lita smiled, she'd got him there.
The Game snorted and pressed himself up against her. Lita shuddered, as he lowered his head and placed a single kiss on her neck. The diva was suddenly found herself thankful that they weren't alone in the room.
"Don't worry babe, I'll be seeing you again. Hopefully next time it won't be over a coffee machine. But then again, you know what they say about coffee." He smirked at the woman, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he left the canteen.
Lita let out a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly. That man really was beginning to unnerve her. She turned around and noticed that she was receiving more stares than before. Plastering a smile on her face, she too sauntered out of the canteen.
They could all just think what they like.
~
"Bischoff." The man growled angrily as he stormed in to the general manager's office.
Eric stood from his seat, and glanced at his chief of staff, Sean Morely who also stood.
"What can I do for you?" Bischoff asked, with forced cheerfulness.
"I want to speak to you alone." The man demanded and glanced over at Chief Morely.
Eric was irritated by the man's behaviour but asked Morely to leave anyway, and when he had, he turned his attention back to the man in front of him.
"So what do you want? A match for you and your team?" Bischoff asked again.
"That's not why I'm here and you know it." The man said sternly, somewhat calmed down since Morely left the office.
"I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't want anything, then I suggest you leave." Eric glared at him, not caring that the other man was 6'5, 275 pounds and perfectly capable of causing him serious damage.
"I'm talking about your daughter." He informed him, receiving one of Eric's famous dirty looks.
"Lita is no concern of yours, just leave us alone." Bischoff told him. But the man wouldn't hear of it. "Really it's none of your business."
"That's bullshit and you know it!" He yelled slamming both hands on Eric's desk, then taking a few moments to recover his breath. "She was so happy here. Then you arrived, and you're just going to mess up that girls life.just like you did mine."
"If I remember correctly, *you* were the one who came knocking at *my* door. *I* took *you* into my home." Bischoff said, finding himself becoming angered.
The other man looked at him in utter disgust.
"I was twelve years old and had just lost both my parents in a car accident.you and Lita were the only family I had left." He said softly, lowering his eyes ".and you threw me out as soon as I turned sixteen."
"You weren't my son. You weren't my responsibility." Bischoff shook his head, sitting down in his seat. "You know that Lita didn't talk to me for three months after you left.she begged me not to kick you out.but she was only child."
"But not anymore Bischoff. She'll see through you and your lies." The large man said and Bischoff rolled his eyes.
"Are you here for a reason, or just to irritate me?" the general manager sighed.
"I came here to warn you actually," he man told him and Bischoff looked up, nervously.
"Warn me?"
"Yeah, you see I really do care about you.Uncle Eric." the man said snidely.
Eric flinched at the use of the term 'uncle'. He really hadn't heard that in a long time, although he knew that his only nephew was saying it out of spite.
"Cut the crap and tell me what you mean." He ordered and the younger man smirked.
"People know about your plan Eric.I was told earlier and I'm sure others will find out." He said.
"Are you blackmailing me?" Bischoff frowned, clearly not amused. However, the other man looked offended.
"The thought never crossed my mind. I'm not like you. I just wanted to let you know that whatever it is that you're planning to do.do it fast." He said, before walking towards the door.
Bischoff didn't know what to say to that. He hadn't expected any of that to happen.but if people knew about his plans, then he really must act fast. However much he and his nephew hated each other, he was grateful that he'd told him.no not grateful.thankful.
"Oh, Batista?" Eric called out, before the other man left.
"Yeah?" He asked, turning slightly, his hand on the door handle.
Bischoff shook his head.
"Never mind."
~End Part 7~