Wow, I didn't realize how unorganized and generally weak that last chapter was until I just reread it. That's what happens when you write when you should be sleeping, I suppose. Anyway, I hope I can make it up to y'all with this one. Sorry for the delay; I've been home all weekend.
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RAW went fairly smoothly that night, with both Bischoff and Triple H accepting Spike's challenge with smirks. ECW chose to ignore their arrogance and focus on devising plans to ensure as fair a match as possible. Also, La Resistance agreed to let Tommy and Raven challenge for the titles if they could first beat the team of Chris Jericho and Christian the following week. Though they still didn't want to work together, neither Scott nor Tommy could resist a good challenge, so they agreed.
Besides Triple H making a 20-minute speech about how he overcame two opponents, and Molly and Gail double-teaming her and injuring her neck after the match, it was a fairly uneventful night. However, they were all still so upset from the aftermath of SummerSlam that no one felt like going out afterwards.
Lita walked around their floor of the hotel, checking on everybody in their rooms. Here was Justin, barely managing to look serious as Lance rambled about how he'd never love another woman like he'd loved Dawn Marie. "Yeah, I could see the true affection in the way she always poked you in the kidney," Justin teased, which launched a vicious (yet still, of course, utterly manly) pillowfight. Bubba and D-von, lying in bed pouting that they hadn't gotten to go out and pick a fight that night, like they usually did. Tommy and Raven, whom she'd forced to share a room so that they could work out their issues, pointedly ignoring each other, a little too pointedly. "They'll make up and be best friends again any day now," Lita thought with a bemused smile.
Spike and Stevie, philosophically debating which was worse: being betrayed so often by your brothers that you have to team up with Tazz, or having a dominant girlfriend who made you wear pink tights. Lita stifled a laugh, and moved on to Kane and RVD's door, in front of which she paused. It was fully closed, and she could hear banging and shouting from the inside. She'd been startled by Rob's immediate re-acceptance of Kane, but she couldn't imagine someone as sweet as him pretending forgiveness as a lure for revenge. She knocked hesitantly, and when she received no answer, she flew the door open.
"Oh, hey Li," Rob looked up from the game. "Care to join us in Hungry, Hungry Hippos?"
Despite looking up to talk to her, Rob was still apparently winning. Kane hadn't mastered the strategy of any sort of timing; he just repeatedly banged the button with his fist. "Dude, you keep that up and we'll have to replace the game *again* tonight."
Kane remained focused on his hippo, (the red one, of course), and continued playing intently. "That's it, I won," Rob commented when the round was over. "Hey Li, we're starting a new game, you can join in."
"Um, that's okay," she apologized. "I just wanted to check on y'all. Have you worked things out, talked things through?"
Despite the fact that they were two grown men playing Hungry, Hungry, Hippos, Lita was the one they looked at like she was crazy. "Um, everything's just cool now," Rob explained. When she still didn't seem to understand, he went a little deeper. "We're guys; we don't talk things out. We just know when things are cool, and things are cool."
Kane nodded, and went back to looking at the gameboard, waiting like a predator for the marbles to be released.
Rob scooted over to make room for her on the bed. "So, you in?"
"Um, okay, but I've only got time for one round. I need to talk with Rey."
"What about?" Kane growled, not achieving his goal of sounding casual.
"Just to see if he's interested in going after the cruiserweight title, since he held it on Smackdown."
"Oh, okay," both men visibly relaxed, though Rob maintained his cool just a little better.
Lita plopped down on the bed in between the guys and took her place behind the pink hippo. "Girl," Rob snorted teasingly.
"And proud of it. Okay, let's start."
Lita effectively used the hippo's head to knock marbles away from Rob and towards Kane, letting him win.
As Kane was celebrating his rare victory, Lita winked at Rob. "I guess your luck ran out. Anyway, it's late; I need to get going."
"Do you need me to walk you back to your room?" Kane offered.
Lita smiled sweetly. "It's two doors down; I think I can find it," she teased.
Rob cut in. "Well, if you need anything-"
"I won't. 'Night guys."
"'Night, Li."
Lita shook her head as she walked down the hall to Rey's room. Only two guys could be friends, turn into enemies, beat the crap out of each other, threaten to set one another on fire, become friends again, and sit in a hotel room playing "Hungry, Hungry Hippos." Two chicks? It would never work. Women seemed to hold weird grudges about stuff like that.
Lita knocked on Rey's door. "?Si? ?Quien es?"
"Es Lita."
"Pues ven aca, bebe."
She walked in, laughing. "Flirt."
Rey waggled his eyebrows shamelessly. "Hey, you're the one who made, what, 11 guys fall in love with you?"
Lita glared. "Oh, forgive me," Rey corrected himself. "I don't suppose they all count as 'love'. Kane's obsessed with you in some creepy way and I just want your body."
She laughed and whacked him in the head with a pillow. "You little creep."
"Y no olvidalo, mamacita."
"Seriously, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"No, I won't plant a hidden camera in the lockerroom when Raven goes to take a shower."
"Perv! I just wanted to know if you were interested in going for the cruiserweight title, since you held it on SmackDown."
"I thought you knew, it wasn't really about the title then. I just didn't care for the guy who had it before me."
"Rey," she sighed. "I've forgiven him. I wish you would, too."
"How can you say this, Lita? He abandoned you."
"I'm sure he had his reasons for what he did."
"Then they're not good enough."
"Will you just shut up about it?" Lita yelled, tears springing to her eyes. "I don't care anymore, so it doesn't matter."
"So, then this is you not caring?"
"Leave me alone."
"You're the one in my room."
"Fine." She stalked to the door.
"Lita, don't do this."
"Do what?" Her voice was ice. "Get some sleep; we have to hit the road in the morning."
"Lita, I'm sor-"
She slammed the door.
"Perdoname, mami," he muttered. "Estaba muy tonto."
Lita stormed into her room and went over to check her cell phone for missed calls. Four new ones since earlier that evening, all from the same number.
"Right when I thought I was over you," she murmured to herself. "You had to pick that time to finally call, didn't you Matt?"
Turning off the light, she fell into bed with all her clothes on, crying.
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Accounting homework, then sleep.
*"?Si? ?Quien es?" - "Yes? Who is it?"
*"Pues ven aca, bebe." - "Well come in baby."
*"Y no olvidalo, mamacita." - "And don't you forget it, baby."
*"Perdoname, mami. Estaba muy tonto." - "Forgive me. It was very dumb."
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RAW went fairly smoothly that night, with both Bischoff and Triple H accepting Spike's challenge with smirks. ECW chose to ignore their arrogance and focus on devising plans to ensure as fair a match as possible. Also, La Resistance agreed to let Tommy and Raven challenge for the titles if they could first beat the team of Chris Jericho and Christian the following week. Though they still didn't want to work together, neither Scott nor Tommy could resist a good challenge, so they agreed.
Besides Triple H making a 20-minute speech about how he overcame two opponents, and Molly and Gail double-teaming her and injuring her neck after the match, it was a fairly uneventful night. However, they were all still so upset from the aftermath of SummerSlam that no one felt like going out afterwards.
Lita walked around their floor of the hotel, checking on everybody in their rooms. Here was Justin, barely managing to look serious as Lance rambled about how he'd never love another woman like he'd loved Dawn Marie. "Yeah, I could see the true affection in the way she always poked you in the kidney," Justin teased, which launched a vicious (yet still, of course, utterly manly) pillowfight. Bubba and D-von, lying in bed pouting that they hadn't gotten to go out and pick a fight that night, like they usually did. Tommy and Raven, whom she'd forced to share a room so that they could work out their issues, pointedly ignoring each other, a little too pointedly. "They'll make up and be best friends again any day now," Lita thought with a bemused smile.
Spike and Stevie, philosophically debating which was worse: being betrayed so often by your brothers that you have to team up with Tazz, or having a dominant girlfriend who made you wear pink tights. Lita stifled a laugh, and moved on to Kane and RVD's door, in front of which she paused. It was fully closed, and she could hear banging and shouting from the inside. She'd been startled by Rob's immediate re-acceptance of Kane, but she couldn't imagine someone as sweet as him pretending forgiveness as a lure for revenge. She knocked hesitantly, and when she received no answer, she flew the door open.
"Oh, hey Li," Rob looked up from the game. "Care to join us in Hungry, Hungry Hippos?"
Despite looking up to talk to her, Rob was still apparently winning. Kane hadn't mastered the strategy of any sort of timing; he just repeatedly banged the button with his fist. "Dude, you keep that up and we'll have to replace the game *again* tonight."
Kane remained focused on his hippo, (the red one, of course), and continued playing intently. "That's it, I won," Rob commented when the round was over. "Hey Li, we're starting a new game, you can join in."
"Um, that's okay," she apologized. "I just wanted to check on y'all. Have you worked things out, talked things through?"
Despite the fact that they were two grown men playing Hungry, Hungry, Hippos, Lita was the one they looked at like she was crazy. "Um, everything's just cool now," Rob explained. When she still didn't seem to understand, he went a little deeper. "We're guys; we don't talk things out. We just know when things are cool, and things are cool."
Kane nodded, and went back to looking at the gameboard, waiting like a predator for the marbles to be released.
Rob scooted over to make room for her on the bed. "So, you in?"
"Um, okay, but I've only got time for one round. I need to talk with Rey."
"What about?" Kane growled, not achieving his goal of sounding casual.
"Just to see if he's interested in going after the cruiserweight title, since he held it on Smackdown."
"Oh, okay," both men visibly relaxed, though Rob maintained his cool just a little better.
Lita plopped down on the bed in between the guys and took her place behind the pink hippo. "Girl," Rob snorted teasingly.
"And proud of it. Okay, let's start."
Lita effectively used the hippo's head to knock marbles away from Rob and towards Kane, letting him win.
As Kane was celebrating his rare victory, Lita winked at Rob. "I guess your luck ran out. Anyway, it's late; I need to get going."
"Do you need me to walk you back to your room?" Kane offered.
Lita smiled sweetly. "It's two doors down; I think I can find it," she teased.
Rob cut in. "Well, if you need anything-"
"I won't. 'Night guys."
"'Night, Li."
Lita shook her head as she walked down the hall to Rey's room. Only two guys could be friends, turn into enemies, beat the crap out of each other, threaten to set one another on fire, become friends again, and sit in a hotel room playing "Hungry, Hungry Hippos." Two chicks? It would never work. Women seemed to hold weird grudges about stuff like that.
Lita knocked on Rey's door. "?Si? ?Quien es?"
"Es Lita."
"Pues ven aca, bebe."
She walked in, laughing. "Flirt."
Rey waggled his eyebrows shamelessly. "Hey, you're the one who made, what, 11 guys fall in love with you?"
Lita glared. "Oh, forgive me," Rey corrected himself. "I don't suppose they all count as 'love'. Kane's obsessed with you in some creepy way and I just want your body."
She laughed and whacked him in the head with a pillow. "You little creep."
"Y no olvidalo, mamacita."
"Seriously, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"No, I won't plant a hidden camera in the lockerroom when Raven goes to take a shower."
"Perv! I just wanted to know if you were interested in going for the cruiserweight title, since you held it on SmackDown."
"I thought you knew, it wasn't really about the title then. I just didn't care for the guy who had it before me."
"Rey," she sighed. "I've forgiven him. I wish you would, too."
"How can you say this, Lita? He abandoned you."
"I'm sure he had his reasons for what he did."
"Then they're not good enough."
"Will you just shut up about it?" Lita yelled, tears springing to her eyes. "I don't care anymore, so it doesn't matter."
"So, then this is you not caring?"
"Leave me alone."
"You're the one in my room."
"Fine." She stalked to the door.
"Lita, don't do this."
"Do what?" Her voice was ice. "Get some sleep; we have to hit the road in the morning."
"Lita, I'm sor-"
She slammed the door.
"Perdoname, mami," he muttered. "Estaba muy tonto."
Lita stormed into her room and went over to check her cell phone for missed calls. Four new ones since earlier that evening, all from the same number.
"Right when I thought I was over you," she murmured to herself. "You had to pick that time to finally call, didn't you Matt?"
Turning off the light, she fell into bed with all her clothes on, crying.
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Accounting homework, then sleep.
*"?Si? ?Quien es?" - "Yes? Who is it?"
*"Pues ven aca, bebe." - "Well come in baby."
*"Y no olvidalo, mamacita." - "And don't you forget it, baby."
*"Perdoname, mami. Estaba muy tonto." - "Forgive me. It was very dumb."