It's 1:30 a.m. I have class in 6 1/2 hours. Accounting, for which I have not finished the homework. Do I care? No. I have a story banging around in my head, killing me. It must be let out.
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Lita's wrath had not abated by the pre-RAW lockerroom meeting the next night. She stood in silent anger, glaring down at the men, particularly Raven and Tommy, who sat on opposite sides of the room, heads hung.
After a long, awkward silence, Lita spoke.
"It is the Monday after SummerSlam. And for God-knows-what reason, Triple H is still walking around with the World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist. Does anyone care to explain this to me?"
Heads shook "no" silently.
"I didn't think so. So, moving on..." She addressed Spike. "Killer." His head snapped up. "Forget the mission for the cruiserweight belt; you're on for the world championship now. And you two..." She glared at Raven and Tommy. "You know the best moment in your match last night? When the two of you were fighting as a team, annihilating Triple H. So given your history and past success together, I want you to going after the tag team title belts."
Both gaped at her, but neither dared to protest. "Scott? Tommy? Did you hear me?" They closed their mouths and nodded slowly, then hung their heads again in thought.
They were all spared when a knock sounded on the door. Lita slammed it open, and there stood Kane.
"May I help you?" She tried to cover the irritation in her voice, but she hated to be interrupted right in the middle of a good berating. Kane seemed almost comically intimidated by the much smaller woman in front of him.
"I'm sorry, I, I just wanted to talk to you."
"So talk."
He glanced nervously around the room, and spoke a little too rapidly to sound relaxed and in control. "I was just wondering if since, we both have a common enemy now, maybe we could help each other."
"You wanna join us?" Justin asked, a little shocked and humored.
Kane shrugged and wouldn't look anyone in the eye.
Lita studied him thoughtfully for a moment. "Come in."
She shut the door behind him. "All right, so I guess we're having a sort of unplanned request for induction. Thoughts?"
"But, he's not ECW," Tommy pointed up.
"You shouldn't be speaking; I'm still mad at you," Lita told him. "Besides, if anyone in the WWE who didn't come through ECW was extreme, he's it."
"He nearly set you on fire," Spike reminded her.
"And Bubba and D-von have put me through a table, a few times. Big deal; we move on."
"I wish you'd quit mentioning that," D-von murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Anyway, we put her through tables a few times, not through one table over and over," Bubba corrected.
"Bro, not helping."
"ANYWAY," Lita brought the meeting back to focus. "It's not like there's people who went through ECW that we'd really care to have with us."
"Jerry Lynn," Rob muttered.
"Dances with Dudley," Bubba, Spike, and D-von said together.
"Ni Juventud Guerrera ni Super Crazy," Rey added.
"Dawn Marie," Justin said and Lance smacked him upside the head.
Tommy and Raven just looked at each other.
"Dean Malenko," Lita muttered to herself.
Rob raised his hand.
"Yeah, what is it, you're not in elementary school anymore?"
"Do I have permission to jump Dean Malenko backstage?"
"Rob, that was three years ago, we didn't even like each other back then, Dean doesn't even wrestle anymore but works as a talent agent now, and Matt took care of it back then, anyway."
A look of tragic nostalgia swept washed across Lita's face, and she brushed it away by getting back down to business. "Okay, so the subject at hand. Kane: in or not in?"
"I say 'in'," Rob responded quietly.
"If he thinks so, then I second the motion," Stevie said.
Raven continued to glare at Tommy and said, "If we're going to so debase ourself by letting in degenerates such as we already have, then I don't see why not."
Lita rolled her eyes. "I know that was just a thinly-veiled insult at Tommy, but I'll count it as a vote for Kane anyway. All in favor of passing the motion, say 'in'?"
"He's in," the room chorused.
"All right," she surveyed her boys proudly. "Kane," she turned to him briskly, but couldn't hide the smile in her eyes. "Welcome to ECW."
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And now I must collapse.
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Lita's wrath had not abated by the pre-RAW lockerroom meeting the next night. She stood in silent anger, glaring down at the men, particularly Raven and Tommy, who sat on opposite sides of the room, heads hung.
After a long, awkward silence, Lita spoke.
"It is the Monday after SummerSlam. And for God-knows-what reason, Triple H is still walking around with the World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist. Does anyone care to explain this to me?"
Heads shook "no" silently.
"I didn't think so. So, moving on..." She addressed Spike. "Killer." His head snapped up. "Forget the mission for the cruiserweight belt; you're on for the world championship now. And you two..." She glared at Raven and Tommy. "You know the best moment in your match last night? When the two of you were fighting as a team, annihilating Triple H. So given your history and past success together, I want you to going after the tag team title belts."
Both gaped at her, but neither dared to protest. "Scott? Tommy? Did you hear me?" They closed their mouths and nodded slowly, then hung their heads again in thought.
They were all spared when a knock sounded on the door. Lita slammed it open, and there stood Kane.
"May I help you?" She tried to cover the irritation in her voice, but she hated to be interrupted right in the middle of a good berating. Kane seemed almost comically intimidated by the much smaller woman in front of him.
"I'm sorry, I, I just wanted to talk to you."
"So talk."
He glanced nervously around the room, and spoke a little too rapidly to sound relaxed and in control. "I was just wondering if since, we both have a common enemy now, maybe we could help each other."
"You wanna join us?" Justin asked, a little shocked and humored.
Kane shrugged and wouldn't look anyone in the eye.
Lita studied him thoughtfully for a moment. "Come in."
She shut the door behind him. "All right, so I guess we're having a sort of unplanned request for induction. Thoughts?"
"But, he's not ECW," Tommy pointed up.
"You shouldn't be speaking; I'm still mad at you," Lita told him. "Besides, if anyone in the WWE who didn't come through ECW was extreme, he's it."
"He nearly set you on fire," Spike reminded her.
"And Bubba and D-von have put me through a table, a few times. Big deal; we move on."
"I wish you'd quit mentioning that," D-von murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Anyway, we put her through tables a few times, not through one table over and over," Bubba corrected.
"Bro, not helping."
"ANYWAY," Lita brought the meeting back to focus. "It's not like there's people who went through ECW that we'd really care to have with us."
"Jerry Lynn," Rob muttered.
"Dances with Dudley," Bubba, Spike, and D-von said together.
"Ni Juventud Guerrera ni Super Crazy," Rey added.
"Dawn Marie," Justin said and Lance smacked him upside the head.
Tommy and Raven just looked at each other.
"Dean Malenko," Lita muttered to herself.
Rob raised his hand.
"Yeah, what is it, you're not in elementary school anymore?"
"Do I have permission to jump Dean Malenko backstage?"
"Rob, that was three years ago, we didn't even like each other back then, Dean doesn't even wrestle anymore but works as a talent agent now, and Matt took care of it back then, anyway."
A look of tragic nostalgia swept washed across Lita's face, and she brushed it away by getting back down to business. "Okay, so the subject at hand. Kane: in or not in?"
"I say 'in'," Rob responded quietly.
"If he thinks so, then I second the motion," Stevie said.
Raven continued to glare at Tommy and said, "If we're going to so debase ourself by letting in degenerates such as we already have, then I don't see why not."
Lita rolled her eyes. "I know that was just a thinly-veiled insult at Tommy, but I'll count it as a vote for Kane anyway. All in favor of passing the motion, say 'in'?"
"He's in," the room chorused.
"All right," she surveyed her boys proudly. "Kane," she turned to him briskly, but couldn't hide the smile in her eyes. "Welcome to ECW."
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And now I must collapse.