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"Wrestlemania Twenty-Five is in one week," Stephanie McMahon declared for the hundredth time that evening, and Lita raised an uninterested eyebrow, as she finished off her burger.
"How many more times do you plan on saying that Steph, because it's getting kind of annoying," The former redhead told the blonde, who just smiled happily.
"I'm sorry, I just can't believe we're actually going to return in a week!" Stephanie said excitedly. She leaned over the table and grabbed some of her friend's fries.
"Well *I* can't believe that we're going to RAW tomorrow," Lita glanced around the diner and then looked back at Stephanie with a sigh, "I know that the plan was to watch the show from a VIP booth, but can we please have just one look backstage?"
Stephanie regarded the anxious expression on the brunette's face and rolled her eyes then smiled "okay..." Lita's eyes lit up and Stephanie continued "...but we can't give ourselves away, nobody must recognise us..." she frowned, "...we'll need some sort of disguise or something,"
Lita shrugged, she personally hated all this hiding they were doing but could understand why Stephanie wanted to wait...she wanted to make this a night to remember, a night for revenge and the return of the youngest McMahon, the one who was forgotten only six years earlier...
"Okay Steph, tomorrow, we'll have some fun,"
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-Monday night RAW-
"Friends of Mr Bischoff's huh?" The burly security guard nodded as he let the two women through the backstage door, handing them back their passes.
"Yes, very good friends," Lita confirmed and winked at the guard, who grinned back.
"Well be careful ladies, make sure you're not still in the corridors when the show starts tonight, or there'll be trouble," the man smirked as he watched them walk away.
Once out of sight, Lita found the nearest empty locker room and ushered Stephanie inside, locking the door behind her.
"Let's get changed," The brunette said, opening their bags and pulling out a couple of uniforms they'd occupied, courtesy of Stephanie's lawyer.
"What did he mean by that?" The blonde frowned, thinking back to what the security guard had said a moment ago.
"What did who mean by what?" Lita asked, shaking her head in confusion.
"You know, what the security guard said about there being trouble if we were in the corridor after the show starts...why would he say that?"
Lita shrugged, but didn't seem too worried.
"Steph, he was just trying to scare us because he's a jerk...here put this on," she threw Stephanie a cap and continued to get changed. After a beat, Stephanie sighed and did the same.
"There," Lita smiled with satisfaction at her reflection in the long mirror, she then looked over at her friend and giggled, "we look like a couple of the stage-hands or technical crew now, so no one will recognise us. Just make sure you stay hidden under that hat okay?"
"This is so ridiculous," came Stephanie's reply, but Lita was still smiling from ear to ear. The brunette unlocked the door and peered outside.
"All's clear, how about we split up and take a look around, it'll be fun. We can meet back here in about twenty minutes. That should give us time to get changed and go watch the show."
"Okay," Stephanie reluctantly agreed, letting Lita leave first, then proceeding to walk in the opposite direction.
She crossed her arms over her stomach as she walked down the wide corridor. There was something that she felt uneasy about, but she wasn't quite sure what that was. The guard's words had unnerved her a bit, but Lita had been sure that he was just an idiot, so maybe she was overreacting.
The hallway got busier, the further she went...wrestlers she presumed...yet she didn't know who they were...new faces. It was strange.
She pulled her cap down a little, turning a corner and walking straight into a brick wall...a talking brick wall...
"Whoa there honey, I'm sorry," a strangely familiar and overly cheerful voice rang out, grasping her arms to stop her from falling, "are you okay?" the voice spoke again, but Stephanie kept her head down, trying to walk past him. In fact the only thing she could actually see at that moment, were a pair of boots and some wrestling tights, which seemed to have the man's name written on in silver...yeah, she could just about make out the letters...E...D...G...
"Edge!" She burst out accidentally, immediately covering her mouth with her hands, desperately trying not to look up at him, even though she wanted to see his face more than anything right then.
She and Edge had always been good friends. He had been there for her when she was going through her divorce...she had visited him a few times after he'd broken his neck. Even when she had left she'd though about contacting him, but had chickened out every time...and now there he was...and she couldn't look at him...
"Do I know you?" The man asked, and Stephanie became aware that he was still holding onto her arms. Shrugging him off, she tried to walk round him, ducking under one of his arms in order to do so, and losing her cap at the same time...Shit!
She turned, keeping her head down, allowing her messy blonde locks to cover her face and went to pick up the hat...but Mr nice guy beat her to it...
"Here you go," Now any normal person would just hand the cap over, but not Edge, he walked over to Stephanie, brushed her hair out of her face using his free hand and then placed the cap on her head. "There you are honey, You shou..." His mouth dropped open mid-sentence and Stephanie knew he'd recognised her.
"Hi Edge," she said with a shy smile, "How's it going?"
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"Wrestlemania Twenty-Five is in one week," Stephanie McMahon declared for the hundredth time that evening, and Lita raised an uninterested eyebrow, as she finished off her burger.
"How many more times do you plan on saying that Steph, because it's getting kind of annoying," The former redhead told the blonde, who just smiled happily.
"I'm sorry, I just can't believe we're actually going to return in a week!" Stephanie said excitedly. She leaned over the table and grabbed some of her friend's fries.
"Well *I* can't believe that we're going to RAW tomorrow," Lita glanced around the diner and then looked back at Stephanie with a sigh, "I know that the plan was to watch the show from a VIP booth, but can we please have just one look backstage?"
Stephanie regarded the anxious expression on the brunette's face and rolled her eyes then smiled "okay..." Lita's eyes lit up and Stephanie continued "...but we can't give ourselves away, nobody must recognise us..." she frowned, "...we'll need some sort of disguise or something,"
Lita shrugged, she personally hated all this hiding they were doing but could understand why Stephanie wanted to wait...she wanted to make this a night to remember, a night for revenge and the return of the youngest McMahon, the one who was forgotten only six years earlier...
"Okay Steph, tomorrow, we'll have some fun,"
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-Monday night RAW-
"Friends of Mr Bischoff's huh?" The burly security guard nodded as he let the two women through the backstage door, handing them back their passes.
"Yes, very good friends," Lita confirmed and winked at the guard, who grinned back.
"Well be careful ladies, make sure you're not still in the corridors when the show starts tonight, or there'll be trouble," the man smirked as he watched them walk away.
Once out of sight, Lita found the nearest empty locker room and ushered Stephanie inside, locking the door behind her.
"Let's get changed," The brunette said, opening their bags and pulling out a couple of uniforms they'd occupied, courtesy of Stephanie's lawyer.
"What did he mean by that?" The blonde frowned, thinking back to what the security guard had said a moment ago.
"What did who mean by what?" Lita asked, shaking her head in confusion.
"You know, what the security guard said about there being trouble if we were in the corridor after the show starts...why would he say that?"
Lita shrugged, but didn't seem too worried.
"Steph, he was just trying to scare us because he's a jerk...here put this on," she threw Stephanie a cap and continued to get changed. After a beat, Stephanie sighed and did the same.
"There," Lita smiled with satisfaction at her reflection in the long mirror, she then looked over at her friend and giggled, "we look like a couple of the stage-hands or technical crew now, so no one will recognise us. Just make sure you stay hidden under that hat okay?"
"This is so ridiculous," came Stephanie's reply, but Lita was still smiling from ear to ear. The brunette unlocked the door and peered outside.
"All's clear, how about we split up and take a look around, it'll be fun. We can meet back here in about twenty minutes. That should give us time to get changed and go watch the show."
"Okay," Stephanie reluctantly agreed, letting Lita leave first, then proceeding to walk in the opposite direction.
She crossed her arms over her stomach as she walked down the wide corridor. There was something that she felt uneasy about, but she wasn't quite sure what that was. The guard's words had unnerved her a bit, but Lita had been sure that he was just an idiot, so maybe she was overreacting.
The hallway got busier, the further she went...wrestlers she presumed...yet she didn't know who they were...new faces. It was strange.
She pulled her cap down a little, turning a corner and walking straight into a brick wall...a talking brick wall...
"Whoa there honey, I'm sorry," a strangely familiar and overly cheerful voice rang out, grasping her arms to stop her from falling, "are you okay?" the voice spoke again, but Stephanie kept her head down, trying to walk past him. In fact the only thing she could actually see at that moment, were a pair of boots and some wrestling tights, which seemed to have the man's name written on in silver...yeah, she could just about make out the letters...E...D...G...
"Edge!" She burst out accidentally, immediately covering her mouth with her hands, desperately trying not to look up at him, even though she wanted to see his face more than anything right then.
She and Edge had always been good friends. He had been there for her when she was going through her divorce...she had visited him a few times after he'd broken his neck. Even when she had left she'd though about contacting him, but had chickened out every time...and now there he was...and she couldn't look at him...
"Do I know you?" The man asked, and Stephanie became aware that he was still holding onto her arms. Shrugging him off, she tried to walk round him, ducking under one of his arms in order to do so, and losing her cap at the same time...Shit!
She turned, keeping her head down, allowing her messy blonde locks to cover her face and went to pick up the hat...but Mr nice guy beat her to it...
"Here you go," Now any normal person would just hand the cap over, but not Edge, he walked over to Stephanie, brushed her hair out of her face using his free hand and then placed the cap on her head. "There you are honey, You shou..." His mouth dropped open mid-sentence and Stephanie knew he'd recognised her.
"Hi Edge," she said with a shy smile, "How's it going?"
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