~Part 8~
"Oh not this again. Rob, I thought you two were friends now." Bubba Dudley said tiredly.
They'd been through this before, back in ECW. Rob Van Dam had believed that Lita was working for someone who wanted to destroy the company, although it was never proven. Then after the whole WWF/alliance thing, Rob and Lita had become friends, quite good friends.so what the hell was the usually Mr cool, calm and collected up to?
"It explains the way she acted. It was the same way as she did in ECW. Maybe whoever wanted her to help them shutdown ECW, has asked her to do the same thing to RAW." Rob suggested, taking no notice of the winging Dudley, and addressing the others who were all sitting around in the hotel room he was currently sharing with Jeff Hardy. There weren't many of them, just the ones that Rob called friends. Trish, Jeff, all three Dudleys and Tommy Dreamer.
"I don't know Rob, it just all sounds a little too.unbelievable." Trish spoke to him gently, moving to sit beside him and placing a small hand on his shoulder. "She wouldn't do anything like that."
"Like she wouldn't hit you with a chair, cheat you out of your title, and kiss Chris Jericho live on national television?" Rob pointed out, and Jeff flinched slightly at the mention of Lita kissing Jericho. He just couldn't believe he'd seen her do that.and couldn't understand why.
"It doesn't mean she's going to destroy Raw, though." Devon pointed out, taking a swig of his bud.
"Well maybe it's not Raw. Maybe it's Smackdown.or even the whole of the WWE. Think about it. She's got the women's title, so she has access to both shows." Rob said, and glanced at his lifelong friend, Tommy Dreamer. "You believe me, don't you?"
"I don't know what I believe, man. We have no proof." Tommy shook his head, sorrowfully.
Rob rose from his seat and ran a hand through his long hair. "I *know* I'm right guys, and I'll get proof." The man insisted and looked at each wrestler in turn, "You'll all help me right?"
They all hesitated for a few moments, glancing at each other uncertainly. After all Lita was their friend too. But the way she'd acted.there was that slight chance.*slight* chance that Rob could be right.
"I'll help you." Spike Dudley spoke up, to Rob's relief.
"Me too." Trish nodded.
"Okay," Tommy sighed. "But if we find nothing, then we'll leave the girl alone."
Rob nodded in agreement, glad he was finally getting the support. He looked over at the other two Dudleys who didn't look so pleased, but they too nodded.
"Okay Rob, you win, as long as Lita doesn't get hurt." Bubba sighed.
"She won't be hurt. We just need to find out who she's working for." Rob reassured them.
The room quietened for a moment. Then Rob turned to Jeff. "What about you? You in?" he asked. Everyone turned to look at the youngest Hardy, who frowned in response.
"No." He said simply. He really couldn't believe they were doing this. "Lita's my best friend, and just because she was acting a but strange for one day, you're going gang up on her like this? You're supposed to be her friends." Jeff finished, disappointment lacing his every word. The room quietened once again, and Jeff decided that he'd had enough.
"I'm out of here." The young Hardy said, before he left the room, the others just watching him go. Trish got up to go after the man, but Rob stopped her.
"Let him go. We have more important thing to worry about.like our careers." He sighed.
"We still don't know for sure though do we." Trish responded and Rob put his hand on the woman's shoulder.
"We will find proof, I know it."
~
"Yeah.okay.you too.love you.bye." Lita hung up the phone and buried her head in her pillow. She was tired. Unlike everyone else at Raw, she hadn't gone straight to the hotel.well not their hotel. Instead, she'd driven for two hours, to another hotel.the one that occupied the Smackdown talent.
She glanced at the other bed in the room curiously. When she had arrived, the hotel receptionist had informed her that they were low on rooms, and that everyone in the WWE had been doubled up with a roommate, and Lita had been so tired that she had forgotten to ask who she'd be with.
However, after an hour and a half, Lita's room ate had still failed to show, and it was nearing the 2am mark. They hadn't even dropped off their things.
Suddenly, the diva sat up as she heard the door to the room open, and she stood to greet the person as they entered. She smiled deviously as she realised who it was. It was just perfect.
"Hi Steph." Lita smiled, as the wheels in her head began to turn. Steph looked up, slightly surprised. Lita had been the last person that she'd expected to share a room with, especially as she was technically Raw talent.
"Hey Lita." Steph said, putting her things down and entering the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came out, clad in her nightwear and flopped down on her bed. Lita watched the younger woman, and noticed that she seemed to be upset about something.
"Are you okay Steph?" the former redhead asked, concern in her voice.
"Yeah I'm fine." The brunette replied, unconvincingly. Lita moved over to Steph's bed and sat down on the edge.
"No you're not. Sweetie, if there's something wrong then you can tell me. Maybe I can help?" The diva spoke. She really was a great actress.
Stephanie sighed and shook her head. She sat up and smiled at Lita slightly. She did feel a little uncomfortable, as she and the woman had never really been friends and she knew that it was mostly her own fault rather than Lita's.
"You can't. Nobody can help me." The brunette almost whispered, as her blue eyes moistened with tears. She looked so helpless and innocent.
"Honey, nobody can help you if you don't tell them what's wrong.is it a man?" Lita hesitated for a moment, then put an arm round Stephanie to comfort her. The young woman gulped and looked down at her hands.
"I.yes, it's a man." She admitted, shame in her voice. Now the tears were falling freely. She really didn't know why she was confessing all to Lita, but it felt good to let it all out.
"What did he do to you?" Lita frowned. She couldn't help but feel genuinely concerned for the usually headstrong woman, who was now sobbing against her shoulder.
"It wasn't what *he* did.we both did.on the night of the Royal Rumble.we were drunk and we.it was only one stupid night!" Steph yelled the last part angrily and Lita pursed her lips, thinking she might know where the brunette was heading with this.
"You're pregnant." The former redhead stated more than asked and hugged Stephanie, who burst into a fresh set of tears. After a few moments the brunette glanced up at Lita, and wiped her eyes.
"Nobody knows.and I want to keep it that way. Until I start showing, then nobody has to know a thing."
"You're keeping the baby?" Lita questioned, obviously surprised.
"I can't get rid of it. It's a baby.and it has a right to live." Steph said, taking a deep breath.
"And the father? What about him?"
Steph shook her head and lay back down on her bed. The last thing she needed was the father to find out.she had enough problems with him already, let alone a baby to add to the mix.
"He can't know.god Lita, I hate the man. None of it should have happened.we were just both there and." The Smackdown general manager took another deep breath and looked at the other woman.
"Um.Steph? Who is the father?" Lita asked, curiosity getting the better of her, although she had a terrible feeling about this one.
Stephanie looked down again. She knew she shouldn't say anything.but she needed to tell someone...Lita was there, and it wasn't as though *she* was close to the father at all.Lita was a good woman, and he was an asshole.plus he was only the diva's boss.
"Eric Bischoff." Stephanie breathed.
~End Part 8~
"Oh not this again. Rob, I thought you two were friends now." Bubba Dudley said tiredly.
They'd been through this before, back in ECW. Rob Van Dam had believed that Lita was working for someone who wanted to destroy the company, although it was never proven. Then after the whole WWF/alliance thing, Rob and Lita had become friends, quite good friends.so what the hell was the usually Mr cool, calm and collected up to?
"It explains the way she acted. It was the same way as she did in ECW. Maybe whoever wanted her to help them shutdown ECW, has asked her to do the same thing to RAW." Rob suggested, taking no notice of the winging Dudley, and addressing the others who were all sitting around in the hotel room he was currently sharing with Jeff Hardy. There weren't many of them, just the ones that Rob called friends. Trish, Jeff, all three Dudleys and Tommy Dreamer.
"I don't know Rob, it just all sounds a little too.unbelievable." Trish spoke to him gently, moving to sit beside him and placing a small hand on his shoulder. "She wouldn't do anything like that."
"Like she wouldn't hit you with a chair, cheat you out of your title, and kiss Chris Jericho live on national television?" Rob pointed out, and Jeff flinched slightly at the mention of Lita kissing Jericho. He just couldn't believe he'd seen her do that.and couldn't understand why.
"It doesn't mean she's going to destroy Raw, though." Devon pointed out, taking a swig of his bud.
"Well maybe it's not Raw. Maybe it's Smackdown.or even the whole of the WWE. Think about it. She's got the women's title, so she has access to both shows." Rob said, and glanced at his lifelong friend, Tommy Dreamer. "You believe me, don't you?"
"I don't know what I believe, man. We have no proof." Tommy shook his head, sorrowfully.
Rob rose from his seat and ran a hand through his long hair. "I *know* I'm right guys, and I'll get proof." The man insisted and looked at each wrestler in turn, "You'll all help me right?"
They all hesitated for a few moments, glancing at each other uncertainly. After all Lita was their friend too. But the way she'd acted.there was that slight chance.*slight* chance that Rob could be right.
"I'll help you." Spike Dudley spoke up, to Rob's relief.
"Me too." Trish nodded.
"Okay," Tommy sighed. "But if we find nothing, then we'll leave the girl alone."
Rob nodded in agreement, glad he was finally getting the support. He looked over at the other two Dudleys who didn't look so pleased, but they too nodded.
"Okay Rob, you win, as long as Lita doesn't get hurt." Bubba sighed.
"She won't be hurt. We just need to find out who she's working for." Rob reassured them.
The room quietened for a moment. Then Rob turned to Jeff. "What about you? You in?" he asked. Everyone turned to look at the youngest Hardy, who frowned in response.
"No." He said simply. He really couldn't believe they were doing this. "Lita's my best friend, and just because she was acting a but strange for one day, you're going gang up on her like this? You're supposed to be her friends." Jeff finished, disappointment lacing his every word. The room quietened once again, and Jeff decided that he'd had enough.
"I'm out of here." The young Hardy said, before he left the room, the others just watching him go. Trish got up to go after the man, but Rob stopped her.
"Let him go. We have more important thing to worry about.like our careers." He sighed.
"We still don't know for sure though do we." Trish responded and Rob put his hand on the woman's shoulder.
"We will find proof, I know it."
~
"Yeah.okay.you too.love you.bye." Lita hung up the phone and buried her head in her pillow. She was tired. Unlike everyone else at Raw, she hadn't gone straight to the hotel.well not their hotel. Instead, she'd driven for two hours, to another hotel.the one that occupied the Smackdown talent.
She glanced at the other bed in the room curiously. When she had arrived, the hotel receptionist had informed her that they were low on rooms, and that everyone in the WWE had been doubled up with a roommate, and Lita had been so tired that she had forgotten to ask who she'd be with.
However, after an hour and a half, Lita's room ate had still failed to show, and it was nearing the 2am mark. They hadn't even dropped off their things.
Suddenly, the diva sat up as she heard the door to the room open, and she stood to greet the person as they entered. She smiled deviously as she realised who it was. It was just perfect.
"Hi Steph." Lita smiled, as the wheels in her head began to turn. Steph looked up, slightly surprised. Lita had been the last person that she'd expected to share a room with, especially as she was technically Raw talent.
"Hey Lita." Steph said, putting her things down and entering the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came out, clad in her nightwear and flopped down on her bed. Lita watched the younger woman, and noticed that she seemed to be upset about something.
"Are you okay Steph?" the former redhead asked, concern in her voice.
"Yeah I'm fine." The brunette replied, unconvincingly. Lita moved over to Steph's bed and sat down on the edge.
"No you're not. Sweetie, if there's something wrong then you can tell me. Maybe I can help?" The diva spoke. She really was a great actress.
Stephanie sighed and shook her head. She sat up and smiled at Lita slightly. She did feel a little uncomfortable, as she and the woman had never really been friends and she knew that it was mostly her own fault rather than Lita's.
"You can't. Nobody can help me." The brunette almost whispered, as her blue eyes moistened with tears. She looked so helpless and innocent.
"Honey, nobody can help you if you don't tell them what's wrong.is it a man?" Lita hesitated for a moment, then put an arm round Stephanie to comfort her. The young woman gulped and looked down at her hands.
"I.yes, it's a man." She admitted, shame in her voice. Now the tears were falling freely. She really didn't know why she was confessing all to Lita, but it felt good to let it all out.
"What did he do to you?" Lita frowned. She couldn't help but feel genuinely concerned for the usually headstrong woman, who was now sobbing against her shoulder.
"It wasn't what *he* did.we both did.on the night of the Royal Rumble.we were drunk and we.it was only one stupid night!" Steph yelled the last part angrily and Lita pursed her lips, thinking she might know where the brunette was heading with this.
"You're pregnant." The former redhead stated more than asked and hugged Stephanie, who burst into a fresh set of tears. After a few moments the brunette glanced up at Lita, and wiped her eyes.
"Nobody knows.and I want to keep it that way. Until I start showing, then nobody has to know a thing."
"You're keeping the baby?" Lita questioned, obviously surprised.
"I can't get rid of it. It's a baby.and it has a right to live." Steph said, taking a deep breath.
"And the father? What about him?"
Steph shook her head and lay back down on her bed. The last thing she needed was the father to find out.she had enough problems with him already, let alone a baby to add to the mix.
"He can't know.god Lita, I hate the man. None of it should have happened.we were just both there and." The Smackdown general manager took another deep breath and looked at the other woman.
"Um.Steph? Who is the father?" Lita asked, curiosity getting the better of her, although she had a terrible feeling about this one.
Stephanie looked down again. She knew she shouldn't say anything.but she needed to tell someone...Lita was there, and it wasn't as though *she* was close to the father at all.Lita was a good woman, and he was an asshole.plus he was only the diva's boss.
"Eric Bischoff." Stephanie breathed.
~End Part 8~