Trish almost stormed out from Chris Jericho's locker room, anger clear on
her pretty face. She really didn't know why she'd bothered to go in there
in the first place. The self-proclaimed 'King of the World', and his idiot
friend Christian, had no idea where Lita was, but they'd both managed to
piss off the petite blond with their rude insults and offerings of 'Vitamin
C's. The jackasses.
The diva decided that she was definitely going to head back to the guy's locker room this time. Lita either didn't want to be found, or was in the one place Trish didn't want to look.
.Eric Bischoff's office.
"Trish wait up!" a male voice called out, and Trish turned to smile at Tommy Dreamer, who ran to catch up with her.
"Hey Tommy what's up?" Trish smiled, glad to see one of her best friends after dealing with those two jerks.
"Rob wants to talk to us immediately, he says that he has some important information to tell us." Tommy shrugged as he fell into step with the petite blond. Trish frowned and looked up at him.
"Really? Is it about Lita, because I been trying to find her but had no luck."
"I have no idea what it's about. Rob wouldn't say over the phone, but he said that the Dudley's were already there and I had to find you. They're waiting for us in the Dudley's locker room."
"Well let's go then," Trish said, taking Tommy by the arm and almost dragging him in the direction of the locker room. She was eager to find out any new information that Rob had.
"Okay, okay Trish, over enthusiasm!" Tommy shook his head as he followed the obviously curious diva. He had to admit though, he was very curious about Rob's 'important' information too.
~
Jeff Hardy scowled as he sat alone in the locker room he was sharing with Rob Van Dam and Kane. He'd been tying the laces on his boots, when he'd suddenly heard Terri's voice on the small TV monitor. That was when he'd seen her. Lita. Leaving a limousine with 'Evolution'.
Damn. Jeff swore softly as he kept his eyes glued to the woman he'd thought was his best friend. She looked so different, with her tight leather pants and a red three-quarter length shirt, which was open at the bottom to show off her belly piercing. And her hair. It was jet-black and left to hang in long messy waves.
The young Hardy shook his head, his floppy hair hiding his face for a moment, before he ran a hand through it, once again allowing him to see the monitor.
"Shit." Escaped from his lips as he saw Tripple H put his arm around the diva's waist and lead her away from Terri and the camera. Randy Orton, Batista and Flair following swiftly behind. "Assholes," he muttered, briefly wondering if Lita had been brainwashed.but no. She was too smart for that. He knew Lita, and she was obviously up to something, and Jeff hoped she knew exactly what she was doing. before she got hurt.
"Jeff, can I come in?" came a worried voice from the open doorway and the young high-flyer nodded slowly. He was both surprised and confused by other man's presence. Not just because he was supposed to be on the other roster, but also because he apparently wanted to talk to *him* of all people. They definitely weren't friends and they probably could never be friends.they were as different as chalk and cheese. So why was he there?
"What do you want?" Jeff narrowed his eyes, wondering if this was a set-up of some kind.
The other wrestler looked up and down the hallway, and satisfied it was empty, he stepped inside the locker-room and shut the door. Then he turned to the younger man and held up his hands.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to try anything, I'm here about your girl."
Jeff frowned in confusion at the other man's words. "My girl?" He questioned, "I'm not seeing anybody."
"No that's right, maybe what I should have said was, your brother's girl. Or maybe your brother's ex-girl. But wait, that don't sound right either, maybe-"
"Lita. You're here about her?" Jeff raised an eyebrow. Now things really didn't make any sense.
"Yes." The older man clarified, "She's in trouble."
Jeff frowned, stepping closer to him, "What do you mean?" he wanted to know.
"Exactly what I said. When Lita goes out to the ring tonight, she's going to get hurt." The man said simply.
Jeff glared at him for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. "Oh really? How do I know you're not making this up? I'm just supposed to trust whatever you say?"
"Yes." The man rubbed the top of his head and sighed, "Look Jeff, I know that you and I aren't friends, and I know that I'm not considered to be one of the 'good' guys-" Jeff snorted at that comment, but the man continued "- but I'm supposed to be protecting Lita, and I can't do that alone," "Wait a minute. Why on earth would *you* be protecting Lita? And what do you mean by 'protecting' anyway?" The youngest Hardy was a little more than confused. Weird things had definitely been happening in the WWE lately, and they all seemed to point at Lita.
"Maybe I should tell you what's going on." The man said and took a seat on a nearby chair. Jeff slowly sat opposite on the wooden bench, never taking his eyes form the other wrestler.
"Well?" Jeff urged. The other man waited a beat, then sighed.
"Okay. Rob Van Dam is trying to turn Lita's friends against her,"
"What?" Jeff snorted, but the man rose his hand to silence him.
"He's working for Paul Heyman, who's pretending to work for Eric Bischoff."
Jeff shook his head, "What do you mean pretending? And why are they picking on Lita?"
"There is going to be a war at Judgement Day. A war between Smackdown and Raw. Last week on Smackdown, Stephanie sent her goons to attack Lita, because her mole -And I don't know who that is by the way- told her that Lita was working with Bischoff," he paused at the perplexed look on the young Hardy's face, "Oh it gets much worse. You see originally Heyman was working with Bischoff, but Stephanie's mole also found that out, and Steph somehow convinced Heyman to work with her instead, but to pretend to work for Bischoff."
"Okay," Jeff nodded. He wasn't really sure whether he believed any of it, but he let the man proceed.
"Earlier tonight, Heyman convinced Bischoff to let his *clients* attack Lita in the ring and distract Stephanie, making her an easier target at Judgement Day."
"Oh because Lita is supposed to be working for Bischoff and if he attacks his own, then Steph will be confused. Yeah I get it," Jeff nodded. It seemed, the more complex the information became, then the more believable it became. The only thing that bothered the Hardy was the whole Lita working for Bischoff thing. Why would she do that?
"But Steph will only be pretending to be confused. It will actually be Bischoff who's weaker, because he would have just hospitalised the one person on Raw who has access to Smackdown,"
"Lita." Jeff muttered. His friend really was in trouble.
"Well RVD has apparently got all his group together right at this very moment and Heyman is going to lock them in. A few others are being locked in too. Uh, Evolution, Chris Jericho and Christian, I think."
"Shit." Jeff said, frowning, "That means Lita is going to be alone out there with A-train, Big Show and Team Angle,"
"Hey not all of Team Angle. I'm protecting the girl." The wrestler shook his head slightly and shrugged, "And I can't take on all of them guys alone."
"Why?" Jeff spoke, "I mean why are you protecting her? You're one of Heyman's clients."
"There is no-one I hate more than Paul Heyman," The man stated, then chuckled "Besides I'm only 'pretending' to work for Heyman."
"No shit. All these lies, I don't know how everyone keeps up." The high- flyer rolled his eyes heavenward, then a thought struck him, "Uh, so who *are* you working for?"
"Huh? What makes you think I'm working for someone?" The man said quickly, looking nervous all of a sudden.
"Well like you said earlier, you aren't exactly considered one of the 'good' guys. So are you gonna tell me or what?" the Hardy wanted to know. He wasn't about to align himself with this man if he didn't know the whole truth.
"This goes no further than this room okay?" The larger man said in a quieter tone. Jeff nodded, leaning forward in his seat. "At Judgement Day, Bischoff will not come out a winner. Neither will Stephanie. There will only be one winner and he will be in charge of the entire WWE."
"Vince McMahon?" Jeff raised an eyebrow, and the man shook his head.
"No there's a new owner, and he actually managed to get Vince to sign over the company without knowing."
"Really? Wow, I would have loved to have seen that?" Jeff grinned, "And this guy wants you to protect Lita?"
"Yep, but I don't know why," He shrugged "And that reminds me; apparently there are supposed to be two other guys turning up to help us tonight, so it should be four against four hopefully."
"Two guys, you know who they are?" Jeff asked. The older man stood and shrugged, heading towards the door.
"No idea. I just hope they can fight, because against the likes of the Big Show, we're going to need all the help we can get."
Jeff nodded and followed the other man out into the empty corridor. "There's just one more thing I want to know Kurt."
"Yeah?" Angle glanced at the young man, knowing exactly what he was going to be asked.
"Who's the new owner?"
The diva decided that she was definitely going to head back to the guy's locker room this time. Lita either didn't want to be found, or was in the one place Trish didn't want to look.
.Eric Bischoff's office.
"Trish wait up!" a male voice called out, and Trish turned to smile at Tommy Dreamer, who ran to catch up with her.
"Hey Tommy what's up?" Trish smiled, glad to see one of her best friends after dealing with those two jerks.
"Rob wants to talk to us immediately, he says that he has some important information to tell us." Tommy shrugged as he fell into step with the petite blond. Trish frowned and looked up at him.
"Really? Is it about Lita, because I been trying to find her but had no luck."
"I have no idea what it's about. Rob wouldn't say over the phone, but he said that the Dudley's were already there and I had to find you. They're waiting for us in the Dudley's locker room."
"Well let's go then," Trish said, taking Tommy by the arm and almost dragging him in the direction of the locker room. She was eager to find out any new information that Rob had.
"Okay, okay Trish, over enthusiasm!" Tommy shook his head as he followed the obviously curious diva. He had to admit though, he was very curious about Rob's 'important' information too.
~
Jeff Hardy scowled as he sat alone in the locker room he was sharing with Rob Van Dam and Kane. He'd been tying the laces on his boots, when he'd suddenly heard Terri's voice on the small TV monitor. That was when he'd seen her. Lita. Leaving a limousine with 'Evolution'.
Damn. Jeff swore softly as he kept his eyes glued to the woman he'd thought was his best friend. She looked so different, with her tight leather pants and a red three-quarter length shirt, which was open at the bottom to show off her belly piercing. And her hair. It was jet-black and left to hang in long messy waves.
The young Hardy shook his head, his floppy hair hiding his face for a moment, before he ran a hand through it, once again allowing him to see the monitor.
"Shit." Escaped from his lips as he saw Tripple H put his arm around the diva's waist and lead her away from Terri and the camera. Randy Orton, Batista and Flair following swiftly behind. "Assholes," he muttered, briefly wondering if Lita had been brainwashed.but no. She was too smart for that. He knew Lita, and she was obviously up to something, and Jeff hoped she knew exactly what she was doing. before she got hurt.
"Jeff, can I come in?" came a worried voice from the open doorway and the young high-flyer nodded slowly. He was both surprised and confused by other man's presence. Not just because he was supposed to be on the other roster, but also because he apparently wanted to talk to *him* of all people. They definitely weren't friends and they probably could never be friends.they were as different as chalk and cheese. So why was he there?
"What do you want?" Jeff narrowed his eyes, wondering if this was a set-up of some kind.
The other wrestler looked up and down the hallway, and satisfied it was empty, he stepped inside the locker-room and shut the door. Then he turned to the younger man and held up his hands.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to try anything, I'm here about your girl."
Jeff frowned in confusion at the other man's words. "My girl?" He questioned, "I'm not seeing anybody."
"No that's right, maybe what I should have said was, your brother's girl. Or maybe your brother's ex-girl. But wait, that don't sound right either, maybe-"
"Lita. You're here about her?" Jeff raised an eyebrow. Now things really didn't make any sense.
"Yes." The older man clarified, "She's in trouble."
Jeff frowned, stepping closer to him, "What do you mean?" he wanted to know.
"Exactly what I said. When Lita goes out to the ring tonight, she's going to get hurt." The man said simply.
Jeff glared at him for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. "Oh really? How do I know you're not making this up? I'm just supposed to trust whatever you say?"
"Yes." The man rubbed the top of his head and sighed, "Look Jeff, I know that you and I aren't friends, and I know that I'm not considered to be one of the 'good' guys-" Jeff snorted at that comment, but the man continued "- but I'm supposed to be protecting Lita, and I can't do that alone," "Wait a minute. Why on earth would *you* be protecting Lita? And what do you mean by 'protecting' anyway?" The youngest Hardy was a little more than confused. Weird things had definitely been happening in the WWE lately, and they all seemed to point at Lita.
"Maybe I should tell you what's going on." The man said and took a seat on a nearby chair. Jeff slowly sat opposite on the wooden bench, never taking his eyes form the other wrestler.
"Well?" Jeff urged. The other man waited a beat, then sighed.
"Okay. Rob Van Dam is trying to turn Lita's friends against her,"
"What?" Jeff snorted, but the man rose his hand to silence him.
"He's working for Paul Heyman, who's pretending to work for Eric Bischoff."
Jeff shook his head, "What do you mean pretending? And why are they picking on Lita?"
"There is going to be a war at Judgement Day. A war between Smackdown and Raw. Last week on Smackdown, Stephanie sent her goons to attack Lita, because her mole -And I don't know who that is by the way- told her that Lita was working with Bischoff," he paused at the perplexed look on the young Hardy's face, "Oh it gets much worse. You see originally Heyman was working with Bischoff, but Stephanie's mole also found that out, and Steph somehow convinced Heyman to work with her instead, but to pretend to work for Bischoff."
"Okay," Jeff nodded. He wasn't really sure whether he believed any of it, but he let the man proceed.
"Earlier tonight, Heyman convinced Bischoff to let his *clients* attack Lita in the ring and distract Stephanie, making her an easier target at Judgement Day."
"Oh because Lita is supposed to be working for Bischoff and if he attacks his own, then Steph will be confused. Yeah I get it," Jeff nodded. It seemed, the more complex the information became, then the more believable it became. The only thing that bothered the Hardy was the whole Lita working for Bischoff thing. Why would she do that?
"But Steph will only be pretending to be confused. It will actually be Bischoff who's weaker, because he would have just hospitalised the one person on Raw who has access to Smackdown,"
"Lita." Jeff muttered. His friend really was in trouble.
"Well RVD has apparently got all his group together right at this very moment and Heyman is going to lock them in. A few others are being locked in too. Uh, Evolution, Chris Jericho and Christian, I think."
"Shit." Jeff said, frowning, "That means Lita is going to be alone out there with A-train, Big Show and Team Angle,"
"Hey not all of Team Angle. I'm protecting the girl." The wrestler shook his head slightly and shrugged, "And I can't take on all of them guys alone."
"Why?" Jeff spoke, "I mean why are you protecting her? You're one of Heyman's clients."
"There is no-one I hate more than Paul Heyman," The man stated, then chuckled "Besides I'm only 'pretending' to work for Heyman."
"No shit. All these lies, I don't know how everyone keeps up." The high- flyer rolled his eyes heavenward, then a thought struck him, "Uh, so who *are* you working for?"
"Huh? What makes you think I'm working for someone?" The man said quickly, looking nervous all of a sudden.
"Well like you said earlier, you aren't exactly considered one of the 'good' guys. So are you gonna tell me or what?" the Hardy wanted to know. He wasn't about to align himself with this man if he didn't know the whole truth.
"This goes no further than this room okay?" The larger man said in a quieter tone. Jeff nodded, leaning forward in his seat. "At Judgement Day, Bischoff will not come out a winner. Neither will Stephanie. There will only be one winner and he will be in charge of the entire WWE."
"Vince McMahon?" Jeff raised an eyebrow, and the man shook his head.
"No there's a new owner, and he actually managed to get Vince to sign over the company without knowing."
"Really? Wow, I would have loved to have seen that?" Jeff grinned, "And this guy wants you to protect Lita?"
"Yep, but I don't know why," He shrugged "And that reminds me; apparently there are supposed to be two other guys turning up to help us tonight, so it should be four against four hopefully."
"Two guys, you know who they are?" Jeff asked. The older man stood and shrugged, heading towards the door.
"No idea. I just hope they can fight, because against the likes of the Big Show, we're going to need all the help we can get."
Jeff nodded and followed the other man out into the empty corridor. "There's just one more thing I want to know Kurt."
"Yeah?" Angle glanced at the young man, knowing exactly what he was going to be asked.
"Who's the new owner?"