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Who were all these people? Lita knew there would be some new wrestlers, but she didn't realise there would be so many...she hadn't seen a face she recognised...yet...
She wandered down the corridor, thankful that she no longer had those vibrant red locks, because there was no way she would blend into the background if she did.
"Look, I don't know what to do anymore, we can't fight them any longer, there's too many of them," Lita heard a man say, as she passed a locker room. She frowned curious as to what he was talking about and stood behind the half-open door to hear him better.
"You *can't* give up on us now, not when we're closer than we ever have been." Another, younger voice pleaded, and continued. "You're our leader, you always have been...we just need to get a few more wrestler's on our side..."
"It's no good! That damn Eric Bischoff, Hunter and their men...they've won," Lita's frown deepened at what she was hearing...what the hell was going on?...and those voices, they were so familiar...
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" an angry voice from behind her, demanded to know. Lita's eyes widened, but she didn't have the chance to turn around as she was suddenly grabbed by the hair, and thrown through the half-open door, the side of her stomach painfully hitting the edge of a desk.
"I found a spy boss, One of Bischoff's sluts I suppose," The angry voice snarled, grabbing her by the hair again, and throwing her to the ground.
"Fuck you, asshole!" Lita spat, furious that this man had dared to throw her around like that...who the hell did he think he was?
"I'm not a spy and I'm definitely not a slut," she growled, to the surprise of all three men in the room, who just stared at the raging woman on the floor.
She stood up, not caring about the damn disguise anymore...she hadn't wanted it in the first place, and pulled off her cap so she could get her hair out from her eyes.
"Who the hell *are* you and what do you want?" The voice of the 'leader' spoke out, grabbing the brunette's attention and she looked up at him...
"Paul Heyman?" She frowned with surprise and turned when someone said...
"Lita? Is that you?" The woman's eyes widened...It was Christian, and he looked exactly the same as he had done six years ago.
Lita, spun round quickly to find out if she also knew who the asshole that had just manhandled her was...and she did...
"Jeff,"
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He blinked once...then once again...
"No way," Edge muttered in disbelief, shaking his head slightly.
"Long time no see Edge," Stephanie smiled slightly. It was great to see him again after all that time, and the tall blond looked very much the same as he'd done back then.
"No...no, this is a trick...you've been sent by Bischoff to try and stop us..." The wrestler ranted, backing away from the wide-eyed woman in front of him.
"What?" Stephanie frowned, she thought he'd be more pleased to see her...and what did he mean by 'to try and stop us'? "Edge...it's me, it's Stephanie,"
"Shut up!" He yelled, making the blonde woman jump slightly, and catching the attention of some passers by, who eyed the two of them curiously for a moment, then carried on walking.
"You can't be her, everyone knows she's dead," he said, quieter this time.
Stephanie was horrified...everyone thought she was dead?
"W—who told you that?"
"Shane McMahon," he said simply, running a hand through his hair, "...he announced it on SmackDown three years ago, just after Vince and Linda..." he broke off shaking his head and turned to leave.
Stephanie was very confused. She didn't understand why her brother would tell everyone that she was dead, and then leave the whole company in her name a year later.
...Unless, he was protecting her...maybe he wanted people to think she was dead...
"Wait!" She called, and the Canadian looked back as she continued, "I *am* Stephanie McMahon, look at me, you *know* it's me, Edge."
He eyed her for a moment, and spoke softly...
"You're blonde,"
She chuckled, meeting his green eyes with her blue ones "so are you,"
After a brief silence Stephanie raised her eyebrows and held out her arms, "so, don't I get a hug?"
The tall wrestler smiled, pulling the former brunette towards him and said, "welcome back Steph,"
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Lita stared at the man she had called her best friend almost six years earlier. He looked different...older, his hair was short, almost as short as Christian's, and dark blonde in colour...but it *was* him, Lita knew for sure...it was her Jeff...
"Check her," Heyman said, and before Lita could protest, Christian's arms had wrapped themselves around her waist and Jeff grabbed her right arm, pulling back the sleeve to take a look.
"She's clear boss," The Hardy brother told the practically bald man, and Christian released her.
"Clear of what? What's going on?" She demanded, frowning at each of the men in turn, finally settling on Paul Heyman. He was thinner, she noticed, still overweight, but thinner than he was when she last saw him.
"Why are you here?" he asked, purposely avoiding her question and squinting at her as though she were a bug waiting to be squashed.
Lita scowled, "You haven't changed one bit Paul...still an ass,"
Heyman smirked, "Still a firecracker I see...like the hair,"
"Wish I could say the same to you," she said, glaring at him.
"Do you want me to get rid of her?" Christian spoke up, stepping towards the former redhead, but Paul held an arm out to stop him.
"No, if Bischoff or one of his men see her, then god knows what they'll do to her," Paul sighed, tracing his chin with his hand.
Lita frowned, how dare they talk about her as though she wasn't there...as though she was just some piece of property...although, nothing hurt her as much as when Jeff said...
"Who cares. She's not our problem, Bischoff can have her, we've got more important things to worry about..."
"No Jeff!" Heyman almost yelled, causing the Hardy to flinch, "I'm not letting that bastard do to her what he did to the other divas..." he broke off, looking down at the ground for a moment and taking a deep breath.
Lita didn't say anything...though her mind was reeling with questions...the older man looked like he could snap at any given time.
"We've got ten minutes before the doors close, we need to get to the others," Paul stated, heading for the door, "and bring her too," he added.
Jeff and Christian did as their boss instructed, each taking one of Lita's arms and escorting her through he door. She didn't even bother protesting, she was so damn curious, yet confused too...she felt as though she were an intruder...someone who wasn't welcome.
She just hoped that Stephanie was having better luck than she was...
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Who were all these people? Lita knew there would be some new wrestlers, but she didn't realise there would be so many...she hadn't seen a face she recognised...yet...
She wandered down the corridor, thankful that she no longer had those vibrant red locks, because there was no way she would blend into the background if she did.
"Look, I don't know what to do anymore, we can't fight them any longer, there's too many of them," Lita heard a man say, as she passed a locker room. She frowned curious as to what he was talking about and stood behind the half-open door to hear him better.
"You *can't* give up on us now, not when we're closer than we ever have been." Another, younger voice pleaded, and continued. "You're our leader, you always have been...we just need to get a few more wrestler's on our side..."
"It's no good! That damn Eric Bischoff, Hunter and their men...they've won," Lita's frown deepened at what she was hearing...what the hell was going on?...and those voices, they were so familiar...
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" an angry voice from behind her, demanded to know. Lita's eyes widened, but she didn't have the chance to turn around as she was suddenly grabbed by the hair, and thrown through the half-open door, the side of her stomach painfully hitting the edge of a desk.
"I found a spy boss, One of Bischoff's sluts I suppose," The angry voice snarled, grabbing her by the hair again, and throwing her to the ground.
"Fuck you, asshole!" Lita spat, furious that this man had dared to throw her around like that...who the hell did he think he was?
"I'm not a spy and I'm definitely not a slut," she growled, to the surprise of all three men in the room, who just stared at the raging woman on the floor.
She stood up, not caring about the damn disguise anymore...she hadn't wanted it in the first place, and pulled off her cap so she could get her hair out from her eyes.
"Who the hell *are* you and what do you want?" The voice of the 'leader' spoke out, grabbing the brunette's attention and she looked up at him...
"Paul Heyman?" She frowned with surprise and turned when someone said...
"Lita? Is that you?" The woman's eyes widened...It was Christian, and he looked exactly the same as he had done six years ago.
Lita, spun round quickly to find out if she also knew who the asshole that had just manhandled her was...and she did...
"Jeff,"
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He blinked once...then once again...
"No way," Edge muttered in disbelief, shaking his head slightly.
"Long time no see Edge," Stephanie smiled slightly. It was great to see him again after all that time, and the tall blond looked very much the same as he'd done back then.
"No...no, this is a trick...you've been sent by Bischoff to try and stop us..." The wrestler ranted, backing away from the wide-eyed woman in front of him.
"What?" Stephanie frowned, she thought he'd be more pleased to see her...and what did he mean by 'to try and stop us'? "Edge...it's me, it's Stephanie,"
"Shut up!" He yelled, making the blonde woman jump slightly, and catching the attention of some passers by, who eyed the two of them curiously for a moment, then carried on walking.
"You can't be her, everyone knows she's dead," he said, quieter this time.
Stephanie was horrified...everyone thought she was dead?
"W—who told you that?"
"Shane McMahon," he said simply, running a hand through his hair, "...he announced it on SmackDown three years ago, just after Vince and Linda..." he broke off shaking his head and turned to leave.
Stephanie was very confused. She didn't understand why her brother would tell everyone that she was dead, and then leave the whole company in her name a year later.
...Unless, he was protecting her...maybe he wanted people to think she was dead...
"Wait!" She called, and the Canadian looked back as she continued, "I *am* Stephanie McMahon, look at me, you *know* it's me, Edge."
He eyed her for a moment, and spoke softly...
"You're blonde,"
She chuckled, meeting his green eyes with her blue ones "so are you,"
After a brief silence Stephanie raised her eyebrows and held out her arms, "so, don't I get a hug?"
The tall wrestler smiled, pulling the former brunette towards him and said, "welcome back Steph,"
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Lita stared at the man she had called her best friend almost six years earlier. He looked different...older, his hair was short, almost as short as Christian's, and dark blonde in colour...but it *was* him, Lita knew for sure...it was her Jeff...
"Check her," Heyman said, and before Lita could protest, Christian's arms had wrapped themselves around her waist and Jeff grabbed her right arm, pulling back the sleeve to take a look.
"She's clear boss," The Hardy brother told the practically bald man, and Christian released her.
"Clear of what? What's going on?" She demanded, frowning at each of the men in turn, finally settling on Paul Heyman. He was thinner, she noticed, still overweight, but thinner than he was when she last saw him.
"Why are you here?" he asked, purposely avoiding her question and squinting at her as though she were a bug waiting to be squashed.
Lita scowled, "You haven't changed one bit Paul...still an ass,"
Heyman smirked, "Still a firecracker I see...like the hair,"
"Wish I could say the same to you," she said, glaring at him.
"Do you want me to get rid of her?" Christian spoke up, stepping towards the former redhead, but Paul held an arm out to stop him.
"No, if Bischoff or one of his men see her, then god knows what they'll do to her," Paul sighed, tracing his chin with his hand.
Lita frowned, how dare they talk about her as though she wasn't there...as though she was just some piece of property...although, nothing hurt her as much as when Jeff said...
"Who cares. She's not our problem, Bischoff can have her, we've got more important things to worry about..."
"No Jeff!" Heyman almost yelled, causing the Hardy to flinch, "I'm not letting that bastard do to her what he did to the other divas..." he broke off, looking down at the ground for a moment and taking a deep breath.
Lita didn't say anything...though her mind was reeling with questions...the older man looked like he could snap at any given time.
"We've got ten minutes before the doors close, we need to get to the others," Paul stated, heading for the door, "and bring her too," he added.
Jeff and Christian did as their boss instructed, each taking one of Lita's arms and escorting her through he door. She didn't even bother protesting, she was so damn curious, yet confused too...she felt as though she were an intruder...someone who wasn't welcome.
She just hoped that Stephanie was having better luck than she was...
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