What can I say but, "Forgive me." I have wanted desperately to get back to this story, but I was on fall break and had a lot of stuff going on, so I was away from my precious laptop and my precious fan-fiction for almost a week. Anyway, to those of you who have been reviewing, with all my heart, thank you. I wish I could reply to your reviews more personally, but that would only further delay the posting of this chapter, and I don't think any of us want that. So, here we go.
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Bischoff had to, of course, pick that moment to ruin everything.
"Lita," he stormed in. "I just wanted to let you know that this little stunt's going to cost you."
"What little stunt?" she asked with wide-eyed innocence. Rob laughed, tried to turn it into a cough, and ended up really coughing, with Spike pounding on his back. Bischoff glared at him and he tried half-heartedly to hide his smirk behind one hand.
"THAT little stunt," he looked pointedly at Raven.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "We're just trying to secure an even playing field for ourselves."
He stepped up close to her, and all the of the guys drew up protectively in a tighter semi-circle behind her. She made a slight gesture with her left hand, backing them off.
"That's when I go and change the playing field altogether," Bischoff growled huskily.
She refused to cringe back, staring evenly into his eyes. "Cut to the chase."
"You're not going to defend your women's title in a regular match tonight."
"Go on."
"It's going to be done the way women's wrestling should be. In a bikini mud wrestling match." He looked her up and down. "I hope you brought a more appropriate outfit."
Rob lunged forward, and it took a trio of Dudleys to hold him back. "Why are you trying to be so degrading?" he yelled. "You've proven whatever screwed-up point it was you were trying to make. Just give her a real match already."
"I'm not afraid of you," Lita bit at him. "I can handle anything you throw at me. So why resort to the cheap little power-plays and lame tricks, huh?"
"Actually, you should know it was the Champ's suggestion," Eric winked at her. "And you know what? If you're such a liberated little lady, and you want to get treated with the same respect as the big boys, how about you really join your team for once?"
"And what's that supposed to mean? I'd never abandon ECW."
"I mean, I don't think it's fair for one stable to have two dressing rooms, especially if the second room is for just one wrestler. So I suppose you'll be changing with your 'team' tonight. I mean, you're all cozy little brothers, so it doesn't bother you, right? Good; I'll see you at your match later."
Shoulders sagging, Lita turned to face the guys. She shrugged. "My match is the first of all of ours. I gotta get changed...or, well...unchanged for it. So..."
Rob walked to the door and held it open, a clear indication for everyone to leave the lone female member of ECW to her privacy. "Thanks guys..." she murmured. "I'm sorry about all this."
"Don't be sorry," Stevie reprimanded her. "It's Bischoff we're going for a piece of now. And still Triple H and his little Evolution buddies, of course."
"Yeah, okay," she reluctantly agreed.
"Believe it," Rob told her as he started to walk out and shut the door. "Creerlo," he said with a wink.
Lita stood gaping at the place where he'd stood until remembering her upcoming match and hurrying to get ready.
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hahaha...Robbie speaks Spanish. She can't pull anything over on him. Okay, this was very brief since I'm currently pulling an all-nighter, eating sunflower seeds to stay awake, reminding myself that going to sleep at 4:00 for an 8:00 class equals missing the class. I may go for an early morning, long, hot shower; plenty of hot water in the dorm at 4:00 a.m. Anyway, I'll make this up to y'all, I promise. Hopefully with the next chapter. Later.
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Bischoff had to, of course, pick that moment to ruin everything.
"Lita," he stormed in. "I just wanted to let you know that this little stunt's going to cost you."
"What little stunt?" she asked with wide-eyed innocence. Rob laughed, tried to turn it into a cough, and ended up really coughing, with Spike pounding on his back. Bischoff glared at him and he tried half-heartedly to hide his smirk behind one hand.
"THAT little stunt," he looked pointedly at Raven.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "We're just trying to secure an even playing field for ourselves."
He stepped up close to her, and all the of the guys drew up protectively in a tighter semi-circle behind her. She made a slight gesture with her left hand, backing them off.
"That's when I go and change the playing field altogether," Bischoff growled huskily.
She refused to cringe back, staring evenly into his eyes. "Cut to the chase."
"You're not going to defend your women's title in a regular match tonight."
"Go on."
"It's going to be done the way women's wrestling should be. In a bikini mud wrestling match." He looked her up and down. "I hope you brought a more appropriate outfit."
Rob lunged forward, and it took a trio of Dudleys to hold him back. "Why are you trying to be so degrading?" he yelled. "You've proven whatever screwed-up point it was you were trying to make. Just give her a real match already."
"I'm not afraid of you," Lita bit at him. "I can handle anything you throw at me. So why resort to the cheap little power-plays and lame tricks, huh?"
"Actually, you should know it was the Champ's suggestion," Eric winked at her. "And you know what? If you're such a liberated little lady, and you want to get treated with the same respect as the big boys, how about you really join your team for once?"
"And what's that supposed to mean? I'd never abandon ECW."
"I mean, I don't think it's fair for one stable to have two dressing rooms, especially if the second room is for just one wrestler. So I suppose you'll be changing with your 'team' tonight. I mean, you're all cozy little brothers, so it doesn't bother you, right? Good; I'll see you at your match later."
Shoulders sagging, Lita turned to face the guys. She shrugged. "My match is the first of all of ours. I gotta get changed...or, well...unchanged for it. So..."
Rob walked to the door and held it open, a clear indication for everyone to leave the lone female member of ECW to her privacy. "Thanks guys..." she murmured. "I'm sorry about all this."
"Don't be sorry," Stevie reprimanded her. "It's Bischoff we're going for a piece of now. And still Triple H and his little Evolution buddies, of course."
"Yeah, okay," she reluctantly agreed.
"Believe it," Rob told her as he started to walk out and shut the door. "Creerlo," he said with a wink.
Lita stood gaping at the place where he'd stood until remembering her upcoming match and hurrying to get ready.
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hahaha...Robbie speaks Spanish. She can't pull anything over on him. Okay, this was very brief since I'm currently pulling an all-nighter, eating sunflower seeds to stay awake, reminding myself that going to sleep at 4:00 for an 8:00 class equals missing the class. I may go for an early morning, long, hot shower; plenty of hot water in the dorm at 4:00 a.m. Anyway, I'll make this up to y'all, I promise. Hopefully with the next chapter. Later.