Okay, just a note: No, I don't think Orton's gay, I just thought the taunting was funny, since he does kinda follow Triple H around like a little guard dog. Second note: Orton's freakin' dead sexy and I'd jump his bones the first chance I got. :Ahem: Okay, I think I'm back in control, now. Anyway, let's see where this goes, huh?
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Lita sat in the back of the limo, happily munching on her Bojangle's fried chicken and slurping syrupy-sweet tea. "So, I guess we're still somewhere in the South, considering they don't have Bojangle's up North," she muttered thoughtfully.
"You think you can intimidate me?" Triple H asked. "The windows are tinted. You don't even know what state we're in anymore. You were out cold for a while."
"Doesn't matter," she shot back. "I'll figure it out, and my boys will come and get me."
"Your boys probably think you've run off somewhere with the Hardy kid. They probably aren't looking for you too hard."
"They will."
"But not until after we go live on RAW tomorrow night and make our proposal. And by the time they realize we've got you, they'll be willing to agree to anything we say."
Lita shrugged. "You're taking a gamble. You can't avoid them forever. And believe me, they'll kill you."
Triple H smirked at her. "You really think that I, the Cerebral Assassin, didn't cover all the loose ends? We're not going to promise them to let you go; we're going to promise them to not hurt you. You still don't get it, do you? As of tonight, you're a permanent hostage."
"...Oh." Lita said quietly.
Hunter nodded smugly.
"Well, that bites." She sagged back into the seat cushion, closing her eyes so she wouldn't have to see Evolution laughing at her. The limo rolled to a smooth stop.
"We're here at your new home. Dave, get the blindfold."
Batista wrapped the handkerchief around her eyes and tied it tightly. He then held her wrists so that she wouldn't go to untie it. Hearing the car doors open, she felt herself being pulled out across the smooth leather seat.
Batista stood her up, somewhat gently, outside. "Now's as good as ever," she thought. She mulekicked his shin, hard, and darted off, one hand reaching up to tug at the blindfold. She'd only gotten a peek when she was tackled from behind and knocked onto the hard concrete.
"Please don't do that," Batista said as he pulled her to her feet again, readjusting the blindfold. "Are you okay?" he muttered nonchalantly.
She turned her head to the sound of his voice and nodded. Holding her arms behind her, he pushed her forward a little, and Lita walked along obediently, glad that the blindfold was hiding the smile in her eyes. She'd seen enough in that one glimpse to make her very, very happy.
A large white building and the letters "Western Wa".
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When they removed the blindfold, she was in a large bedroom with a huge adjoining bath and kitchen, complete with hot tub and bar. "I guess Evolution gets only the best penthouse suites, eh?" she taunted.
"There are a million penthouse suites in the South," Triple H reminded her. "It means nothing. Besides, why don't you have a look at your lovely window view?"
She did. The window was painted over black.
"You've been planning this for a while."
"Since the night you dared defy me."
"Just can't let go of a good grudge."
"True, I would be lying if I said this was all business, nothing personal. And I am expecting your company to be a true pleasure."
"You can't keep me forever."
"No. Only until you die."
With that threat, he turned and headed for the door. "I'm leaving Randy here to keep you company. Maybe you should get some rest." He turned and threw her down onto the bed, and snapping his fingers, walked off with Flair and Batista in tow.
Lita scrambled up to a sitting position and glared at Orton. "You hurt me and there won't be any deal."
"Don't worry," he leaned over her. "I won't bruise that pretty little face. You just do what you're told, and we'll get along fine."
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Ugh, I hate being rushed, but my ride's waiting downstairs, and I need to pack, so later!
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Lita sat in the back of the limo, happily munching on her Bojangle's fried chicken and slurping syrupy-sweet tea. "So, I guess we're still somewhere in the South, considering they don't have Bojangle's up North," she muttered thoughtfully.
"You think you can intimidate me?" Triple H asked. "The windows are tinted. You don't even know what state we're in anymore. You were out cold for a while."
"Doesn't matter," she shot back. "I'll figure it out, and my boys will come and get me."
"Your boys probably think you've run off somewhere with the Hardy kid. They probably aren't looking for you too hard."
"They will."
"But not until after we go live on RAW tomorrow night and make our proposal. And by the time they realize we've got you, they'll be willing to agree to anything we say."
Lita shrugged. "You're taking a gamble. You can't avoid them forever. And believe me, they'll kill you."
Triple H smirked at her. "You really think that I, the Cerebral Assassin, didn't cover all the loose ends? We're not going to promise them to let you go; we're going to promise them to not hurt you. You still don't get it, do you? As of tonight, you're a permanent hostage."
"...Oh." Lita said quietly.
Hunter nodded smugly.
"Well, that bites." She sagged back into the seat cushion, closing her eyes so she wouldn't have to see Evolution laughing at her. The limo rolled to a smooth stop.
"We're here at your new home. Dave, get the blindfold."
Batista wrapped the handkerchief around her eyes and tied it tightly. He then held her wrists so that she wouldn't go to untie it. Hearing the car doors open, she felt herself being pulled out across the smooth leather seat.
Batista stood her up, somewhat gently, outside. "Now's as good as ever," she thought. She mulekicked his shin, hard, and darted off, one hand reaching up to tug at the blindfold. She'd only gotten a peek when she was tackled from behind and knocked onto the hard concrete.
"Please don't do that," Batista said as he pulled her to her feet again, readjusting the blindfold. "Are you okay?" he muttered nonchalantly.
She turned her head to the sound of his voice and nodded. Holding her arms behind her, he pushed her forward a little, and Lita walked along obediently, glad that the blindfold was hiding the smile in her eyes. She'd seen enough in that one glimpse to make her very, very happy.
A large white building and the letters "Western Wa".
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When they removed the blindfold, she was in a large bedroom with a huge adjoining bath and kitchen, complete with hot tub and bar. "I guess Evolution gets only the best penthouse suites, eh?" she taunted.
"There are a million penthouse suites in the South," Triple H reminded her. "It means nothing. Besides, why don't you have a look at your lovely window view?"
She did. The window was painted over black.
"You've been planning this for a while."
"Since the night you dared defy me."
"Just can't let go of a good grudge."
"True, I would be lying if I said this was all business, nothing personal. And I am expecting your company to be a true pleasure."
"You can't keep me forever."
"No. Only until you die."
With that threat, he turned and headed for the door. "I'm leaving Randy here to keep you company. Maybe you should get some rest." He turned and threw her down onto the bed, and snapping his fingers, walked off with Flair and Batista in tow.
Lita scrambled up to a sitting position and glared at Orton. "You hurt me and there won't be any deal."
"Don't worry," he leaned over her. "I won't bruise that pretty little face. You just do what you're told, and we'll get along fine."
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Ugh, I hate being rushed, but my ride's waiting downstairs, and I need to pack, so later!