Aaah! I'm going to see RAW live when it comes to North Carolina in about a month! My chick is back, too! This will be only my second RAW, and my third show, so I'm so stoked. I'll be sure to make a sign, though I don't know what yet, but I'll tell y'all when I've decided, so look for me! Though, nothing can beat the sign I came up with last time. I got my dad (a big buff guy) to hold up a sign that said, "Goldust, I'm Pregnant!" We got the most laughs with that sucker. Anyway, down to business. Thanks to Amber for her review, do not worry, cool characters will not be forgotten. To Tundra, don't worry, this is ECW, violence shall be glorified and gratuitous. To Funky in Fishnets, you have the freakin' coolest name. It makes me laugh every time I heard it. Plus, it reminds me of the rockin' band (soon to break up) Five Iron Frenzy. Anyway, sit down on the magic carpet kids, and I'll tell you a story...
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The rest of the guys started to file in pretty soon; first Lance, punctual as always, then Tommy, again serious and ready to work. He glanced at RVD and sent Lita a questioning look, but said nothing and sat down. The Dudleyz snuck in next, Bubba picked her up from behind in a huge bear hug and Lita squeaked in surprise. She playfully, but forcefully punched his shoulder and he set her down and grinned at her before the half-brothers took their usual place in the back corner. Stevie sauntered in a few minutes late, a goofy, bashful grin on his face as he glanced at the clock and shrugged. Lita tried to glare at him, found it simply wasn't working, shrugged herself, and called the meeting to order.
"As you guys can see, Rob's with us now. As far as I'm concerned, this is all improvement, strength in numbers. However, the strength is misdirected and pointless if we're not united on this. So, if any of you has a problem with Rob being here, you'd better say something now and we'll deal with it."
Spike called from the back, "Hey Li, I was just wondering something."
Lita's eyes darted to him in surprise. She certainly didn't think the sweetie of the group would have an issue with Rob's joining. Spike certainly wasn't the jealous type. "Yeah, Killer?"
"I was just wondering, why now?"
Lita looked to Rob. "Why don't you take this one?"
RVD stood to his feet, a little nervous at addressing the full lockerroom. "Lita didn't ask me to join...I asked if I could. I saw what y'all had going here, and I wanted to be a part of it."
The room felt eternally quiet. Finally, Tommy spoke. "All right then. So Li, anything else you want to cover tonight?"
She beamed at him, thankful for his breaking the silence, and Tommy ducked his head and blushed a little. "Yeah, actually. It goes back to the strength in numbers thing I was talking about. I want you to meet our *other* newest member."
Justin Credible walked through the door.
"OH MAN!" Lance screamed, and jumped over to grab his former teammate in a hug. Everyone was surprised to see such a reaction from the normally stoic wrestler. The two men jumped around like teen girls reunited on the first day of the school year.
Lita ignored them, having expected something like this. "Well, if that's it, then I advise you all to go get ready for your matches tonight. I have a title match coming up, so I really need to prepare. I'll catch up with y'all after the show, and remember, I want everyone watching each other's backs tonight. We've made an impact, and people are gonna come gunning for us. So be careful out there. Bye guys."
RVD lingered behind as everyone else left. "You should take some of your own advice."
Lita sighed. "I've got nothing to worry about. Evolution isn't going to attack me in the middle of the ring during a women's match."
"How can you be so sure?"
Lita smiled ruefully. "Because they're cowards, and they know they wouldn't make it out of the building without you boys ripping them apart. So if, they come for me, which I don't think they will, Triple H is all talk anyway, it'll be backstage, in the parking lot, somewhere vermin like them can hide in the shadows. But don't worry, I'll be ready."
She grinned up at him. "Besides, I've got all the back-up I need. So go on and get out of here so I can get ready for my match, okay?"
"Let me come down to the ring with you tonight."
"Hey, you worry about Kane. That's a big enough problem. Focus on your match, and we'll all get together after the show, okay? Now go, run along."
RVD patted her shoulder hesitantly and walked out. Lita locked the door behind him and changed clothes, stretched, and watched the first part of the show on the room's monitor. Before she knew it, a stagehand was knocking on her door, telling her she was on next. Popping her shoulders one more time, she jogged out the door and down the hall to the guerrilla position.
It was pure energy when her music hit. She half-sprinted/half-headbanged down to the ring with the drumbeat pulsing up through the floor and through her, fueling her, along with the intermingled chants of "Lita!" and "ECW!" She posed for the crowd, and stood center ring, waiting for her opponent.
Molly Holly's music started, but the scowling diva was not unaccompanied as she walked down the ring. Eric Bischoff, a huge smile on his face, kept pace beside her.
He climbed into the ring with a microphone in hand, and Molly stood at his side.
"Lita dearest, I just wanted you to know, that I was going to allow managers at this Women's Championship Title match. Unfortunately, all of your little boyfriends are backstage getting ready for matches of their own, matches, may I add, they wouldn't even be in tonight if it weren't for your interference. So it looks like it's just you, me, and Molly."
Lita jerked the microphone from his hand. "Actually Eric, I DO have a manager for tonight, and you could never measure up to the man he is. I'd hoped to introduce him later, but desperate times call for desperate measures, so..."
"Who's that jumpin' out the sky, R-E-Y, Mysterio, here we go..."
The luchador appeared to spring from nowhere up to the top of the ramp, and while he had the two heels distracted, Lita attacked Molly and the bell rang, signalling the beginning of the match. Eric was screaming, "You're supposed to be on Smackdown! You can't be here!" until Rey dragged him out of the ring and did a senton flip onto him from the apron. He took care of Bischoff on the outside while Lita decimated Molly in the ring. A twist of fate and a moonsault later, it was over, and Lita was standing with the belt in the middle of the squared circle while both Charles Robinson and Rey Mysterio, Jr. raised her arms in victory.
"Gracias, Rey," she whispered in his ear.
"De nada, mamacita. Estaba divertido para golpear Bischoff."
"Lo creo," Lita laughed.
They ran with their arms around each other backstage, and Lita soon found herself being swamped with hugs from all sides. "Okay, okay!" she gasped. "The Women's Champion can't breathe!"
Someone sprayed champagne into the air, and they were all soon covered in sticky suds. "Guys, a lot of you still have matches!" Lita admonished them. "Go get ready; we'll celebrate after!"
"Dancing!" someone shouted. Lita had a guess that it was Stevie. Soon all the guys had taken up the chant. "Dancing! Dancing!"
"Fine, we'll go dancing!" Lita agreed. "You know that I absolutely suck at it, but if it will get you boys to go on and get ready for your matches, then fine, we'll go dancing after the show."
Stevie grabbed her and started spinning her around in a waltz. Lita pushed him away, laughing harder than ever. "AFTER the show! I swear, it's impossible babysitting all you kids at once."
The boys made their way off, but the Dudleyz stayed close.
"What is it Killer?"
"I thought we might walk you back to your lockerroom."
"Thanks, Spike," Lita smiled. "But I think I remembered where I left it."
"Very funny. No, we just figured it might be a little safer."
"Why is that?"
He nodded toward something over her left shoulder. She turned to see Triple H standing arms crossed in his trademark expensive suit and sunglasses on inside, watching the festivities with a smug expression.
"Oh yeah," Lita murmured.
"What was that?" Spike asked. "Has he been giving you trouble?" Bubba questioned. "Oh, HELL no," D-von growled and it took both of his brothers and Lita to hold him back.
"No guys, look, I'm fine, okay? You know Evolution; they're just always running their mouths. But if it'll make you feel better, then you can walk me back to the room. I'll even lock the door and not open it until everyone comes to meet after the show, fair enough?"
"Fine," Bubba muttered. "Yeah, I guess that's fair," D-von agreed. Spike nodded.
They set off for the lockerroom, Lita leading with Bubba and D-von flanking either side, and Spike bringing up the rear. As they walked off, he simply couldn't resist turning around to flip Triple H the bird before they turned a corner out of sight.
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*Okay, so I realize not all of you speak Spanish. I just happen to be double-majoring in that (along with Accounting, but who wants to read about wrestlers doing their taxes?), so I wanted to use it. Anyway, I'll give you a translation here.
"Gracias, Rey." = "Thank you, Rey." Pretty simple.
"De nada, mamacita." = "It was nothing, mommy." "Mamacita" is similar to calling someone "babe" or "honey".
"Estaba divertido para golpear Bischoff." = "It was fun beating up Bischoff."
"Lo creo." = "I believe it."
Anyway, there's your lesson for today! Another lesson: I love reviews!
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The rest of the guys started to file in pretty soon; first Lance, punctual as always, then Tommy, again serious and ready to work. He glanced at RVD and sent Lita a questioning look, but said nothing and sat down. The Dudleyz snuck in next, Bubba picked her up from behind in a huge bear hug and Lita squeaked in surprise. She playfully, but forcefully punched his shoulder and he set her down and grinned at her before the half-brothers took their usual place in the back corner. Stevie sauntered in a few minutes late, a goofy, bashful grin on his face as he glanced at the clock and shrugged. Lita tried to glare at him, found it simply wasn't working, shrugged herself, and called the meeting to order.
"As you guys can see, Rob's with us now. As far as I'm concerned, this is all improvement, strength in numbers. However, the strength is misdirected and pointless if we're not united on this. So, if any of you has a problem with Rob being here, you'd better say something now and we'll deal with it."
Spike called from the back, "Hey Li, I was just wondering something."
Lita's eyes darted to him in surprise. She certainly didn't think the sweetie of the group would have an issue with Rob's joining. Spike certainly wasn't the jealous type. "Yeah, Killer?"
"I was just wondering, why now?"
Lita looked to Rob. "Why don't you take this one?"
RVD stood to his feet, a little nervous at addressing the full lockerroom. "Lita didn't ask me to join...I asked if I could. I saw what y'all had going here, and I wanted to be a part of it."
The room felt eternally quiet. Finally, Tommy spoke. "All right then. So Li, anything else you want to cover tonight?"
She beamed at him, thankful for his breaking the silence, and Tommy ducked his head and blushed a little. "Yeah, actually. It goes back to the strength in numbers thing I was talking about. I want you to meet our *other* newest member."
Justin Credible walked through the door.
"OH MAN!" Lance screamed, and jumped over to grab his former teammate in a hug. Everyone was surprised to see such a reaction from the normally stoic wrestler. The two men jumped around like teen girls reunited on the first day of the school year.
Lita ignored them, having expected something like this. "Well, if that's it, then I advise you all to go get ready for your matches tonight. I have a title match coming up, so I really need to prepare. I'll catch up with y'all after the show, and remember, I want everyone watching each other's backs tonight. We've made an impact, and people are gonna come gunning for us. So be careful out there. Bye guys."
RVD lingered behind as everyone else left. "You should take some of your own advice."
Lita sighed. "I've got nothing to worry about. Evolution isn't going to attack me in the middle of the ring during a women's match."
"How can you be so sure?"
Lita smiled ruefully. "Because they're cowards, and they know they wouldn't make it out of the building without you boys ripping them apart. So if, they come for me, which I don't think they will, Triple H is all talk anyway, it'll be backstage, in the parking lot, somewhere vermin like them can hide in the shadows. But don't worry, I'll be ready."
She grinned up at him. "Besides, I've got all the back-up I need. So go on and get out of here so I can get ready for my match, okay?"
"Let me come down to the ring with you tonight."
"Hey, you worry about Kane. That's a big enough problem. Focus on your match, and we'll all get together after the show, okay? Now go, run along."
RVD patted her shoulder hesitantly and walked out. Lita locked the door behind him and changed clothes, stretched, and watched the first part of the show on the room's monitor. Before she knew it, a stagehand was knocking on her door, telling her she was on next. Popping her shoulders one more time, she jogged out the door and down the hall to the guerrilla position.
It was pure energy when her music hit. She half-sprinted/half-headbanged down to the ring with the drumbeat pulsing up through the floor and through her, fueling her, along with the intermingled chants of "Lita!" and "ECW!" She posed for the crowd, and stood center ring, waiting for her opponent.
Molly Holly's music started, but the scowling diva was not unaccompanied as she walked down the ring. Eric Bischoff, a huge smile on his face, kept pace beside her.
He climbed into the ring with a microphone in hand, and Molly stood at his side.
"Lita dearest, I just wanted you to know, that I was going to allow managers at this Women's Championship Title match. Unfortunately, all of your little boyfriends are backstage getting ready for matches of their own, matches, may I add, they wouldn't even be in tonight if it weren't for your interference. So it looks like it's just you, me, and Molly."
Lita jerked the microphone from his hand. "Actually Eric, I DO have a manager for tonight, and you could never measure up to the man he is. I'd hoped to introduce him later, but desperate times call for desperate measures, so..."
"Who's that jumpin' out the sky, R-E-Y, Mysterio, here we go..."
The luchador appeared to spring from nowhere up to the top of the ramp, and while he had the two heels distracted, Lita attacked Molly and the bell rang, signalling the beginning of the match. Eric was screaming, "You're supposed to be on Smackdown! You can't be here!" until Rey dragged him out of the ring and did a senton flip onto him from the apron. He took care of Bischoff on the outside while Lita decimated Molly in the ring. A twist of fate and a moonsault later, it was over, and Lita was standing with the belt in the middle of the squared circle while both Charles Robinson and Rey Mysterio, Jr. raised her arms in victory.
"Gracias, Rey," she whispered in his ear.
"De nada, mamacita. Estaba divertido para golpear Bischoff."
"Lo creo," Lita laughed.
They ran with their arms around each other backstage, and Lita soon found herself being swamped with hugs from all sides. "Okay, okay!" she gasped. "The Women's Champion can't breathe!"
Someone sprayed champagne into the air, and they were all soon covered in sticky suds. "Guys, a lot of you still have matches!" Lita admonished them. "Go get ready; we'll celebrate after!"
"Dancing!" someone shouted. Lita had a guess that it was Stevie. Soon all the guys had taken up the chant. "Dancing! Dancing!"
"Fine, we'll go dancing!" Lita agreed. "You know that I absolutely suck at it, but if it will get you boys to go on and get ready for your matches, then fine, we'll go dancing after the show."
Stevie grabbed her and started spinning her around in a waltz. Lita pushed him away, laughing harder than ever. "AFTER the show! I swear, it's impossible babysitting all you kids at once."
The boys made their way off, but the Dudleyz stayed close.
"What is it Killer?"
"I thought we might walk you back to your lockerroom."
"Thanks, Spike," Lita smiled. "But I think I remembered where I left it."
"Very funny. No, we just figured it might be a little safer."
"Why is that?"
He nodded toward something over her left shoulder. She turned to see Triple H standing arms crossed in his trademark expensive suit and sunglasses on inside, watching the festivities with a smug expression.
"Oh yeah," Lita murmured.
"What was that?" Spike asked. "Has he been giving you trouble?" Bubba questioned. "Oh, HELL no," D-von growled and it took both of his brothers and Lita to hold him back.
"No guys, look, I'm fine, okay? You know Evolution; they're just always running their mouths. But if it'll make you feel better, then you can walk me back to the room. I'll even lock the door and not open it until everyone comes to meet after the show, fair enough?"
"Fine," Bubba muttered. "Yeah, I guess that's fair," D-von agreed. Spike nodded.
They set off for the lockerroom, Lita leading with Bubba and D-von flanking either side, and Spike bringing up the rear. As they walked off, he simply couldn't resist turning around to flip Triple H the bird before they turned a corner out of sight.
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*Okay, so I realize not all of you speak Spanish. I just happen to be double-majoring in that (along with Accounting, but who wants to read about wrestlers doing their taxes?), so I wanted to use it. Anyway, I'll give you a translation here.
"Gracias, Rey." = "Thank you, Rey." Pretty simple.
"De nada, mamacita." = "It was nothing, mommy." "Mamacita" is similar to calling someone "babe" or "honey".
"Estaba divertido para golpear Bischoff." = "It was fun beating up Bischoff."
"Lo creo." = "I believe it."
Anyway, there's your lesson for today! Another lesson: I love reviews!