RVD, Trish, Tommy Dreamer and the Dudley's were all sitting in surprise
after the events they'd just witnessed on Raw. None of them had suspected
that to happen. Lita? A mole for Eric Bischoff? That sure was an
interesting development.
"So Lita's working with Bischoff..." Tommy stated the obvious, glancing around at his friends, who were all scattered around his hotel room.
"Wow, who'd have guessed.and what was that about Heyman? That bit doesn't add up?" Trish frowned, shooting Rob a look.
"I know what you mean. It sounds like he's in on it." Rob shook his head. This whole thing was confusing. He'd honestly thought that when Stephanie had called Lita out, it was because *she* was the one that the former redhead was working for.
"Yeah, and what doesn't make sense is why Heyman would team up with Bischoff and Lita, if they were the ones who put ECW out of business." Trish wondered aloud.
"Well this is Heyman we're talking about, don't forget." Devon pointed out, and the diva nodded.
"True." She said, knowing full well that the former ECW owner, did anything and everything he could to benefit himself alone.so working with the enemy was no problem whatsoever.
Why would Li do that? Work with that asshole after everything he's put us through. And then there's Jeff." Spike broke off, opening a fresh can of soda.
There was silence for a moment.
"We have to do something," Rob declared, standing up from his seat on the bed. He began pacing, as the others looked up at him, unsure of what he was going to suggest.
"You all saw what Stephanie tried to do to Lita tonight, " Rob ran a hand through his long hair, "She turned everyone against her.Lesner, Undertaker.even Matt Hardy the girl's own boyfriend!"
"What are you saying?" Bubba asked, frowning ever so slightly.
"That this whole mess, will probably result in a battle. No make that a war, between Raw and Smackdown," Rob told his friends who sent him sceptic glances, "Think about it guys. Eric Bischoff would want revenge for what happened to his 'mole' on Smackdown, and he'll probably be determined to find out who Stephanie's mole is. Which means we'll all probably be interrogated."
"What can we do though." Trish sighed, racking her brain for a plan.an idea.anything that could help them, "I could try to talk to Lita on Raw," she decided.
"Are you sure that's wise?" Tommy asked, looking down at the small blond diva.
"It's worth a shot."
~
"For the last time, I am fine.I'm at the hotel.with Raw.Batista brought me here.If it wasn't for him, then I hate to think what would have happened last night.I'm not rooming with anyone.no don't come here.don't.okay.I love you too.bye."
Lita sighed as she hung up the phone, lying back down in bed. It was early and she was so tired. She'd had a lucky escape last night, thanks to her cousin, and after picking up her bags from the hotel, they had driven miles to catch up with the Raw roster. She was safe now.and hungry.
She groaned as she lazily climbed out of bed, cursing the sun for blinding her as it streamed in through her hotel room window.
After showering and pulling on some jeans and a t-shirt, the diva studied herself in the mirror. She knew she was attractive, that went without saying. There was just one thing she hated about herself more than anything.her long wavy mousy-brown locks. She was just never satisfied when it came to her hair colour. She hated red.hated brown.hated copper.and would never go blond. She giggled as she thought about her father's jet-black head of hair. Many people thought it was dyed.but it was his natural colour.it was her natural colour. She laughed some more, as the thought of asking Rico for styling tips, briefly entered her mind.honestly she didn't know where that man got his ideas from.
Glancing at her watch, the diva noted that it was 8:30am. Luckily she hadn't missed breakfast. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and left her room, shoving her keycard in the back pocket of her jeans.
As she walked to the dining hall, a few floors down, she knew that the place would be packed full of Raw superstars. Bischoff tended to rent out a whole hotel, so that no one got hassled by fans. She wondered whether many of them would be talking about what happened on Smackdown. Although they weren't supposed to watch the show, most of them -if not all of them- did, and Bischoff knew that. Hell, he even watched the show himself.
Taking deep breath, she pushed open the door to the dining hall and scanned the room. Sure enough it was crowded. There were only a few empty tables. Ignoring the stares, the former redhead grabbed some breakfast from the buffet and took it to an empty table in the corner of the room.
As she ate, Lita watched all the wrestlers sitting and chatting in their little groups, wondering which one of them was Stephanie McMahon's so called 'mole'.
Three Minute warning and Rico were happily chatting away together. Booker T, Goldust, Shawn Michaels and Kane occupied another table. There was Stacy and Test getting cosy in the corner.
One rather large group that did catch her eye, were RVD, Trish, Tommy Dreamer and the Dudleys. They couldn't have made it more obvious they were talking about her, throwing glances her way every five seconds. There was one thing that stood out in Lita's mind though.where was Jeff Hardy? Wouldn't he usually be sitting with them? A sudden thought struck Lita -what if Jeff was the mole? - But the diva quickly pushed that idea from her mind. There was no way Jeff would do that to her, even if she was working with Bischoff. In fact she hadn't spoken with the youngest Hardy for months.
Turning away, she saw her father talking with Sean Morley and Lance Storm. He hadn't seen her, luckily. She wasn't in the mood for a lecture about what happened last night. He was bound to be pissed off.
Turning once more, she caught the eye of another wrestler. She shot him a smile, which was returned by a discreet nod, trying not to make it make it obvious to his team mates that he had anything to do with Lita. She couldn't help feel a twinge of hurt at the gesture, but understood from Batista's point of view. He was trying to protect her, not just from Tripple H and Flair, but from everything.he was like that.he cared too much.
The former redhead sighed, as she suddenly felt lonely. She shot another glance towards Batista's table, but instead of catching her cousin's eye, she caught the attention of The Game, great. She shuddered slightly, under the intense stare of the man that was nicknamed the 'cerebral assassin', and found it difficult to read the expression on his face. - It was dangerous, yet somewhat enticing. She hated to admit it, but the man disturbed her. there was just something not quite right about him.
Failing to shake those thoughts from her mind, Lita almost had a panic attack, when Tripple H stood and began walking towards her. Shit.Now what?
"Hey hotcakes, mind if we join you?" Came a lively voice from behind her and she was relieved to see Jericho and Christian standing there, with full plates in their hands.
She shot a glance over to Hunter, who had diverted his path to the buffet table, but he didn't once take his eyes off her.
"Not at all, take a seat." She smiled brightly at the two blond Canadians and gestured for them to sit. "What's up guys?"
Christian smirked and raised his eyebrows; "Maybe we should be asking you that sweetie."
"What do you mean?" Lita frowned, defensively and took a sip of her orange juice.
"Smackdown was quite a show last night, don't you think?" Jericho sneered, snatching her drink away and downing the lot himself. The former redhead just rolled her eyes, ignoring the man's actions.
"Actually I thought Smackdown kind of sucked." Lita scowled and Christian nodded slightly.
"I totally agree. That Stephanie McMahon is totally gonna pay for what she tried to do to you." He said. Lita looked the blond man over. She truly didn't see how he and Edge could be brothers.they were so different. Christian was temperamental, conniving and sometimes judgmental, whereas Edge was compassionate, courteous and modest. Shaking all thoughts of Edge from her mind, the woman's champion glanced over to Chris Jericho.now there was a jerk when you saw one.
"Yeah she will," Lita sighed, then cringed "Chris, have you been drinking? You stink of booze,"
"You see Christian, that's the exact reason why I broke up with my ex," Jericho drooled and Christian sniggered.
"He's drunk." The other blond pointed out. Lita glared at Jericho incredulously.
"You're pissed at 8:40am.unbelievable. What did you do, accidentally go to the *bar* for breakfast?" the diva quipped, a small smile forming on her face. Chris smiled too.
"Actually he spent all night in the bar. I left him there all night, and found him there this morning." Christian sniggered, and Lita shook her head, laughing. She looked around the room, noticing that some of the tables had cleared. Trish and her little group of guys had left, so had Bischoff.damn. She needed to talk to him. He would probably be at the arena, sorting out matches and stuff for the upcoming Raw. She didn't have a car and she needed to be there, so.
"Hey guys, what do you say that we finish up and head over to the arena. Maybe you two could teach me some new moves. That is, only if you want to," she purred seductively, biting her lower lip in a fashion she knew that no man could resist.
"Yeah, definitely," Jericho nodded eagerly.
"Sure," Christian mocked his friend and the woman grinned.
"Come on then, we'll have fun." Lita chirped, as the three of them left the hotel.
"So Lita's working with Bischoff..." Tommy stated the obvious, glancing around at his friends, who were all scattered around his hotel room.
"Wow, who'd have guessed.and what was that about Heyman? That bit doesn't add up?" Trish frowned, shooting Rob a look.
"I know what you mean. It sounds like he's in on it." Rob shook his head. This whole thing was confusing. He'd honestly thought that when Stephanie had called Lita out, it was because *she* was the one that the former redhead was working for.
"Yeah, and what doesn't make sense is why Heyman would team up with Bischoff and Lita, if they were the ones who put ECW out of business." Trish wondered aloud.
"Well this is Heyman we're talking about, don't forget." Devon pointed out, and the diva nodded.
"True." She said, knowing full well that the former ECW owner, did anything and everything he could to benefit himself alone.so working with the enemy was no problem whatsoever.
Why would Li do that? Work with that asshole after everything he's put us through. And then there's Jeff." Spike broke off, opening a fresh can of soda.
There was silence for a moment.
"We have to do something," Rob declared, standing up from his seat on the bed. He began pacing, as the others looked up at him, unsure of what he was going to suggest.
"You all saw what Stephanie tried to do to Lita tonight, " Rob ran a hand through his long hair, "She turned everyone against her.Lesner, Undertaker.even Matt Hardy the girl's own boyfriend!"
"What are you saying?" Bubba asked, frowning ever so slightly.
"That this whole mess, will probably result in a battle. No make that a war, between Raw and Smackdown," Rob told his friends who sent him sceptic glances, "Think about it guys. Eric Bischoff would want revenge for what happened to his 'mole' on Smackdown, and he'll probably be determined to find out who Stephanie's mole is. Which means we'll all probably be interrogated."
"What can we do though." Trish sighed, racking her brain for a plan.an idea.anything that could help them, "I could try to talk to Lita on Raw," she decided.
"Are you sure that's wise?" Tommy asked, looking down at the small blond diva.
"It's worth a shot."
~
"For the last time, I am fine.I'm at the hotel.with Raw.Batista brought me here.If it wasn't for him, then I hate to think what would have happened last night.I'm not rooming with anyone.no don't come here.don't.okay.I love you too.bye."
Lita sighed as she hung up the phone, lying back down in bed. It was early and she was so tired. She'd had a lucky escape last night, thanks to her cousin, and after picking up her bags from the hotel, they had driven miles to catch up with the Raw roster. She was safe now.and hungry.
She groaned as she lazily climbed out of bed, cursing the sun for blinding her as it streamed in through her hotel room window.
After showering and pulling on some jeans and a t-shirt, the diva studied herself in the mirror. She knew she was attractive, that went without saying. There was just one thing she hated about herself more than anything.her long wavy mousy-brown locks. She was just never satisfied when it came to her hair colour. She hated red.hated brown.hated copper.and would never go blond. She giggled as she thought about her father's jet-black head of hair. Many people thought it was dyed.but it was his natural colour.it was her natural colour. She laughed some more, as the thought of asking Rico for styling tips, briefly entered her mind.honestly she didn't know where that man got his ideas from.
Glancing at her watch, the diva noted that it was 8:30am. Luckily she hadn't missed breakfast. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and left her room, shoving her keycard in the back pocket of her jeans.
As she walked to the dining hall, a few floors down, she knew that the place would be packed full of Raw superstars. Bischoff tended to rent out a whole hotel, so that no one got hassled by fans. She wondered whether many of them would be talking about what happened on Smackdown. Although they weren't supposed to watch the show, most of them -if not all of them- did, and Bischoff knew that. Hell, he even watched the show himself.
Taking deep breath, she pushed open the door to the dining hall and scanned the room. Sure enough it was crowded. There were only a few empty tables. Ignoring the stares, the former redhead grabbed some breakfast from the buffet and took it to an empty table in the corner of the room.
As she ate, Lita watched all the wrestlers sitting and chatting in their little groups, wondering which one of them was Stephanie McMahon's so called 'mole'.
Three Minute warning and Rico were happily chatting away together. Booker T, Goldust, Shawn Michaels and Kane occupied another table. There was Stacy and Test getting cosy in the corner.
One rather large group that did catch her eye, were RVD, Trish, Tommy Dreamer and the Dudleys. They couldn't have made it more obvious they were talking about her, throwing glances her way every five seconds. There was one thing that stood out in Lita's mind though.where was Jeff Hardy? Wouldn't he usually be sitting with them? A sudden thought struck Lita -what if Jeff was the mole? - But the diva quickly pushed that idea from her mind. There was no way Jeff would do that to her, even if she was working with Bischoff. In fact she hadn't spoken with the youngest Hardy for months.
Turning away, she saw her father talking with Sean Morley and Lance Storm. He hadn't seen her, luckily. She wasn't in the mood for a lecture about what happened last night. He was bound to be pissed off.
Turning once more, she caught the eye of another wrestler. She shot him a smile, which was returned by a discreet nod, trying not to make it make it obvious to his team mates that he had anything to do with Lita. She couldn't help feel a twinge of hurt at the gesture, but understood from Batista's point of view. He was trying to protect her, not just from Tripple H and Flair, but from everything.he was like that.he cared too much.
The former redhead sighed, as she suddenly felt lonely. She shot another glance towards Batista's table, but instead of catching her cousin's eye, she caught the attention of The Game, great. She shuddered slightly, under the intense stare of the man that was nicknamed the 'cerebral assassin', and found it difficult to read the expression on his face. - It was dangerous, yet somewhat enticing. She hated to admit it, but the man disturbed her. there was just something not quite right about him.
Failing to shake those thoughts from her mind, Lita almost had a panic attack, when Tripple H stood and began walking towards her. Shit.Now what?
"Hey hotcakes, mind if we join you?" Came a lively voice from behind her and she was relieved to see Jericho and Christian standing there, with full plates in their hands.
She shot a glance over to Hunter, who had diverted his path to the buffet table, but he didn't once take his eyes off her.
"Not at all, take a seat." She smiled brightly at the two blond Canadians and gestured for them to sit. "What's up guys?"
Christian smirked and raised his eyebrows; "Maybe we should be asking you that sweetie."
"What do you mean?" Lita frowned, defensively and took a sip of her orange juice.
"Smackdown was quite a show last night, don't you think?" Jericho sneered, snatching her drink away and downing the lot himself. The former redhead just rolled her eyes, ignoring the man's actions.
"Actually I thought Smackdown kind of sucked." Lita scowled and Christian nodded slightly.
"I totally agree. That Stephanie McMahon is totally gonna pay for what she tried to do to you." He said. Lita looked the blond man over. She truly didn't see how he and Edge could be brothers.they were so different. Christian was temperamental, conniving and sometimes judgmental, whereas Edge was compassionate, courteous and modest. Shaking all thoughts of Edge from her mind, the woman's champion glanced over to Chris Jericho.now there was a jerk when you saw one.
"Yeah she will," Lita sighed, then cringed "Chris, have you been drinking? You stink of booze,"
"You see Christian, that's the exact reason why I broke up with my ex," Jericho drooled and Christian sniggered.
"He's drunk." The other blond pointed out. Lita glared at Jericho incredulously.
"You're pissed at 8:40am.unbelievable. What did you do, accidentally go to the *bar* for breakfast?" the diva quipped, a small smile forming on her face. Chris smiled too.
"Actually he spent all night in the bar. I left him there all night, and found him there this morning." Christian sniggered, and Lita shook her head, laughing. She looked around the room, noticing that some of the tables had cleared. Trish and her little group of guys had left, so had Bischoff.damn. She needed to talk to him. He would probably be at the arena, sorting out matches and stuff for the upcoming Raw. She didn't have a car and she needed to be there, so.
"Hey guys, what do you say that we finish up and head over to the arena. Maybe you two could teach me some new moves. That is, only if you want to," she purred seductively, biting her lower lip in a fashion she knew that no man could resist.
"Yeah, definitely," Jericho nodded eagerly.
"Sure," Christian mocked his friend and the woman grinned.
"Come on then, we'll have fun." Lita chirped, as the three of them left the hotel.