Raw.
Trish Stratus held a breath as she walked nervously through the door marked 'Women's Locker Room,' her eyes instantly darting around the place.
Sure enough, Ivory was in there, stretching for a match she had later with Molly, who was also in the room, applying some pink lip gloss. Jackie was sitting on a chair, chatting away to Stacy Keibler, who appeared to be a little upset. It was no secret that the young woman had been having relationship troubles. Her boyfriend Test was unfortunately the over-protective, jealous type. Something that Trish herself had discovered back in her 'T&A' days.
Victoria wasn't there; she was probably with Steven Richards somewhere. The two of them were inseparable and both a little too crazy for Trish's liking. Jazz wasn't there either and the blond diva knew she wouldn't be missing the 'bitch' anytime soon.
However, Trish wasn't interested in either Victoria's or Jazz's whereabouts, and it wasn't any of the divas present in the locker-room that she wanted to talk to.
It was Lita.
After everything that Rob had said about current women's champion, and then what Edge had told them the previous night, about Lita sleeping with the boss, Trish couldn't help but feel nervous about having to face the other diva. She seemed dangerous. Not just physically, but Lita was bound to have connections through Eric Bischoff, and those types of connections usually involved two large men and a fashion designer. The blond Canadian shuddered slightly at the thought of what those very men had once done to Stephanie McMahon on her *own* show. Imagine what they could do to Trish on *Eric Bischoff's* show...
"Uh...have any of you seen Lita around?" she asked, and all the diva's glanced at her. Trish had to take a deep breath to stop herself from trembling. It wasn't that she was scared of the other divas, not a chance...she was more afraid that one of them would say 'yes' to her question. Seemed silly really, that she wanted to know where Lita was, but at the same time she didn't...
"No she hasn't been in here." Molly informed the petite blond, whom outwardly frowned, and inwardly sighed with relief.
"Oh, well if any of you guys see her at all, could you please tell her that I was looking for her?" she asked... 'Or not', she thought.
"Sure thing honey," Jackie replied, accompanied with an "Uh-huh" from Ivory and a "Yep" from Molly.
"Thanks," Trish sighed on her way out, and looked up and down the hallway. Now what?
The petite blond shook her head regretfully as she made her way back to the guys' locker room. She didn't want to have to tell Rob, Tommy and the others that she hadn't yet spoken to Lita. Sure the night was still fresh, and Raw was in it's early minutes, but Trish knew that she should really try and look for Lita as soon as possible; before she lost her nerve altogether.
Trish suddenly stopped in her tracks as she spotted a sign on one of the doors. She narrowed her eyes at the name on the door, wondering, just wondering if the cocky male could tell her where Lita was. After all, the Woman's champion had kissed him last week.
Cringing at that very thought, Trish knocked on Chris Jericho's door.
~
"Are you sure that's the only way?" Bischoff asked for about the fifth time that evening. He just wasn't sure about Paul's plans; they just seemed a little too sketchy.
Heyman leaned over the desk, grinning sadistically, at the Raw GM. "It's the perfect way to distract Stephanie McMahon. The little bitch won't know what the hell is going on."
"Yeah but." Eric rubbed his forehead. He had a bad feeling about this whole idea.
"Bischoff, you said it yourself, Stephanie is bound to be devising a plan, and you have the power to distract her from that plan. To confuse the woman and buy yourself time to build up a force for Judgement day."
"I know but."
"It's the only way Bischoff, unless you want to lose everything to Stephanie McMahon." Paul smirked; he knew how to strike a nerve.
"I'd die before I let Stephanie humiliate me." The dark haired man spat, and Paul grinned.
"So it's settled?" he asked with a gleam in his eye. He was really going to enjoy this.
"No wait," Bischoff put his head in his hands, fatigued by all the constant planning, all the lies and the secrets. "She won't be badly hurt."
"Nah," Paul shrugged for emphasis, "she'll probably have a few bruises, or a concussion at the most. Hell that girl is a tough one and you know that better than anyone."
"You're right." Eric ran his hands through his hair, then thought of another question, "What about her friends?"
"What friends?" Heyman scoffed.
"You know, the Dudleys, Trish etc."
"Dealt with." Paul smiled that sadistic smile again; "I have Rob Van Dam working on turning them against the 'lovely Lita' right now. I just told him to tell them a bunch of stories and they believed him like there was no tomorrow. Even Edge is buying all that crap and he's not even Raw talent."
The Raw GM frowned. He really wasn't so sure about Heyman's ideas. Bischoff loved his daughter, he really did, but there was no way that he would lose his business to the 'Billion Dollar Princess'. Some sacrifices had to be made, and Lita would understand eventually. He hoped. "Okay, get your guys ready and I'll meet you in the ring later,"
"We'll see you then," Paul said cheerfully on the way out.
Eric sighed as he thought about the things Paul Heyman had been saying. The former ECW owner did have a good point. Stephanie wouldn't have a clue what was going on if some of her very own superstars finished the job that she had asked them do last Smackdown. Except that it would be on Raw and under Eric Bischoff's orders. The GM smiled as he thought about the look that would appear on the brunette's face. Everything was going to go perfectly. He could almost taste victory.
Now all he had to do was get Chief Morely to carry out the interrogations to find the 'famous' Smackdown mole.
There were also a few other things Bischoff needed to do, involving a few of his own superstars. Heyman may have most of Lita's friends brainwashed, but there were still a few that Eric needed to take care of.
Jericho, Christian and his *favourite* nephew, Batista.
Trish Stratus held a breath as she walked nervously through the door marked 'Women's Locker Room,' her eyes instantly darting around the place.
Sure enough, Ivory was in there, stretching for a match she had later with Molly, who was also in the room, applying some pink lip gloss. Jackie was sitting on a chair, chatting away to Stacy Keibler, who appeared to be a little upset. It was no secret that the young woman had been having relationship troubles. Her boyfriend Test was unfortunately the over-protective, jealous type. Something that Trish herself had discovered back in her 'T&A' days.
Victoria wasn't there; she was probably with Steven Richards somewhere. The two of them were inseparable and both a little too crazy for Trish's liking. Jazz wasn't there either and the blond diva knew she wouldn't be missing the 'bitch' anytime soon.
However, Trish wasn't interested in either Victoria's or Jazz's whereabouts, and it wasn't any of the divas present in the locker-room that she wanted to talk to.
It was Lita.
After everything that Rob had said about current women's champion, and then what Edge had told them the previous night, about Lita sleeping with the boss, Trish couldn't help but feel nervous about having to face the other diva. She seemed dangerous. Not just physically, but Lita was bound to have connections through Eric Bischoff, and those types of connections usually involved two large men and a fashion designer. The blond Canadian shuddered slightly at the thought of what those very men had once done to Stephanie McMahon on her *own* show. Imagine what they could do to Trish on *Eric Bischoff's* show...
"Uh...have any of you seen Lita around?" she asked, and all the diva's glanced at her. Trish had to take a deep breath to stop herself from trembling. It wasn't that she was scared of the other divas, not a chance...she was more afraid that one of them would say 'yes' to her question. Seemed silly really, that she wanted to know where Lita was, but at the same time she didn't...
"No she hasn't been in here." Molly informed the petite blond, whom outwardly frowned, and inwardly sighed with relief.
"Oh, well if any of you guys see her at all, could you please tell her that I was looking for her?" she asked... 'Or not', she thought.
"Sure thing honey," Jackie replied, accompanied with an "Uh-huh" from Ivory and a "Yep" from Molly.
"Thanks," Trish sighed on her way out, and looked up and down the hallway. Now what?
The petite blond shook her head regretfully as she made her way back to the guys' locker room. She didn't want to have to tell Rob, Tommy and the others that she hadn't yet spoken to Lita. Sure the night was still fresh, and Raw was in it's early minutes, but Trish knew that she should really try and look for Lita as soon as possible; before she lost her nerve altogether.
Trish suddenly stopped in her tracks as she spotted a sign on one of the doors. She narrowed her eyes at the name on the door, wondering, just wondering if the cocky male could tell her where Lita was. After all, the Woman's champion had kissed him last week.
Cringing at that very thought, Trish knocked on Chris Jericho's door.
~
"Are you sure that's the only way?" Bischoff asked for about the fifth time that evening. He just wasn't sure about Paul's plans; they just seemed a little too sketchy.
Heyman leaned over the desk, grinning sadistically, at the Raw GM. "It's the perfect way to distract Stephanie McMahon. The little bitch won't know what the hell is going on."
"Yeah but." Eric rubbed his forehead. He had a bad feeling about this whole idea.
"Bischoff, you said it yourself, Stephanie is bound to be devising a plan, and you have the power to distract her from that plan. To confuse the woman and buy yourself time to build up a force for Judgement day."
"I know but."
"It's the only way Bischoff, unless you want to lose everything to Stephanie McMahon." Paul smirked; he knew how to strike a nerve.
"I'd die before I let Stephanie humiliate me." The dark haired man spat, and Paul grinned.
"So it's settled?" he asked with a gleam in his eye. He was really going to enjoy this.
"No wait," Bischoff put his head in his hands, fatigued by all the constant planning, all the lies and the secrets. "She won't be badly hurt."
"Nah," Paul shrugged for emphasis, "she'll probably have a few bruises, or a concussion at the most. Hell that girl is a tough one and you know that better than anyone."
"You're right." Eric ran his hands through his hair, then thought of another question, "What about her friends?"
"What friends?" Heyman scoffed.
"You know, the Dudleys, Trish etc."
"Dealt with." Paul smiled that sadistic smile again; "I have Rob Van Dam working on turning them against the 'lovely Lita' right now. I just told him to tell them a bunch of stories and they believed him like there was no tomorrow. Even Edge is buying all that crap and he's not even Raw talent."
The Raw GM frowned. He really wasn't so sure about Heyman's ideas. Bischoff loved his daughter, he really did, but there was no way that he would lose his business to the 'Billion Dollar Princess'. Some sacrifices had to be made, and Lita would understand eventually. He hoped. "Okay, get your guys ready and I'll meet you in the ring later,"
"We'll see you then," Paul said cheerfully on the way out.
Eric sighed as he thought about the things Paul Heyman had been saying. The former ECW owner did have a good point. Stephanie wouldn't have a clue what was going on if some of her very own superstars finished the job that she had asked them do last Smackdown. Except that it would be on Raw and under Eric Bischoff's orders. The GM smiled as he thought about the look that would appear on the brunette's face. Everything was going to go perfectly. He could almost taste victory.
Now all he had to do was get Chief Morely to carry out the interrogations to find the 'famous' Smackdown mole.
There were also a few other things Bischoff needed to do, involving a few of his own superstars. Heyman may have most of Lita's friends brainwashed, but there were still a few that Eric needed to take care of.
Jericho, Christian and his *favourite* nephew, Batista.