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They entered a room. A room that was full of wrestlers. There must have been about 25 of them sitting in rows, as though they were in a theatre...a very quiet theatre. Not one of them was talking.
Lita frowned as they all turned to look at them curiously...or to look at her curiously...the only woman in the room, she noticed. A few of them she knew...Rob Van Dam, Kurt Angle, John Cena and Brock Lesner...the others she'd never seen before.
Christian and Jeff, sat her down in a corner of the room, the two sitting either side of her, and not looking at her once. She felt horrible, like she was a being held captive.
"We've only got two minutes, is everyone here?" Paul Heyman said, addressing everyone in the room, a slightly worried look on his face, as he scanned the group and kept glancing towards the door.
Lita looked up at the clock on the wall. There was only two minutes until RAW began, which meant she was late meeting Stephanie...
"Uh...I don't mean to be rude, but I really have to get going," The former redhead spoke out, standing up from her seat, only to have Jeff stand directly in front of her so that she couldn't go anywhere. "Or I could just stay here," she frowned, sitting back in her seat...she really *was* being held captive.
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"What the hell is going on around here Edge?" The blonde asked, walking beside the tall Canadian, "you seemed really nervous about Bischoff,"
Edge frowned, "A lot's changed since you disappeared. Thing's have changed, people have changed. Nothing is the way it was back then..." he broke off, staring into the distance for a brief moment then looking back at Steph, "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask how you've been?"
Stephanie shrugged, "Not too brilliant actually. We decided to come back because things were getting bad in England...looks like things are just as bad here,"
"You went to England?" Edge raised his eyebrow and before she could answer, he asked another question, "and who's 'we'?"
"Yes I went to England and as for the 'we'..." The blonde woman was cut off by the sound of an alarm sounding down the hallway. People began rushing around, jumping into the nearest room they could find. She'd thought it was a fire alarm at first, but usually that meant people running out of the building, rather than into it.
Acting fast, the tall wrestler gripped Stephanie's arm and pulled her quickly down the corridor with him. He stopped in front of a door and banged onto the wood loud enough so that whoever was inside could hear them over the alarm.
"Open the door Heyman, it's Edge! Let me in quick!" Stephanie could sense fear in the man's voice, and couldn't help but wonder what had caused it...and did he mention Heyman? Paul Heyman?
The door swung open so fast, that Stephanie could have sworn it nearly flew off its hinges. An angry faced man stood on the other side, a face that she had never seen before. He glared at Edge, who pushed past him, still holding onto Stephanie's arm and once they were inside, the angry faced man shut the door and locked it as fast as he could.
Wrestlers, sitting in rows like they were attending a meeting or a school assembly. She knew some of them, and others she didn't.
"Jesus Christ Edge, do you have a death wish! God knows what Bischoff would have done if he'd have caught you!" An unmistakable voice cried out. It was Heyman, Stephanie looked up at him...and he glared at her. He didn't recognise her, she realised...
"What the hell is this?!" Heyman yelled again...in fact he was the only one in the entire room making any sound whatsoever...except...
"Stephanie!" A relieved female voice called out, before Edge could apologise to Paul.
Jeff and Christian both reached out to stop the brunette, but she evaded them, running across the room to hug her best friend.
"So much for hiding our identity," Stephanie smiled, and Lita tried to hold back the tears of relief at seeing the blonde woman...she wasn't alone anymore.
"I'm so gad to see you, everyone's acting so..." she broke off, glancing up warily at the tall man at Stephanie's side. Her first instinct was to hug him...she hadn't seen him in a long time...but Christian and Jeff were behaving strangely so...
"Lita?" The man broke into a smile, and hugged her himself, "how...when did you get here?"
Lita just smiled up at him, glad to see that he hadn't changed much at all.
"I'm sorry to break up your little reunion and everything, but would someone tell me why we have another outsider here?" Paul wanted to know, walking towards the two divas and Edge.
"Hello Paul, you haven't changed much, lost some weight though I see." Stephanie smirked at him, and he stared at her for ages...sudden realisation coursing through him...how could he have been so blind?
"Stephanie McMahon," he muttered, though it was so quiet in the room that everyone heard him. A surprising murmur arose from the wrestlers and Stephanie's smirk grew to a smile.
"That's right Paul, and contrary to what my brother has told everyone, I am very much alive," From the corner of her eye she saw Lita throw her a questioning look, but carried on talking, "and I've come to claim what's rightfully mine...this company, the WWE."
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They entered a room. A room that was full of wrestlers. There must have been about 25 of them sitting in rows, as though they were in a theatre...a very quiet theatre. Not one of them was talking.
Lita frowned as they all turned to look at them curiously...or to look at her curiously...the only woman in the room, she noticed. A few of them she knew...Rob Van Dam, Kurt Angle, John Cena and Brock Lesner...the others she'd never seen before.
Christian and Jeff, sat her down in a corner of the room, the two sitting either side of her, and not looking at her once. She felt horrible, like she was a being held captive.
"We've only got two minutes, is everyone here?" Paul Heyman said, addressing everyone in the room, a slightly worried look on his face, as he scanned the group and kept glancing towards the door.
Lita looked up at the clock on the wall. There was only two minutes until RAW began, which meant she was late meeting Stephanie...
"Uh...I don't mean to be rude, but I really have to get going," The former redhead spoke out, standing up from her seat, only to have Jeff stand directly in front of her so that she couldn't go anywhere. "Or I could just stay here," she frowned, sitting back in her seat...she really *was* being held captive.
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"What the hell is going on around here Edge?" The blonde asked, walking beside the tall Canadian, "you seemed really nervous about Bischoff,"
Edge frowned, "A lot's changed since you disappeared. Thing's have changed, people have changed. Nothing is the way it was back then..." he broke off, staring into the distance for a brief moment then looking back at Steph, "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask how you've been?"
Stephanie shrugged, "Not too brilliant actually. We decided to come back because things were getting bad in England...looks like things are just as bad here,"
"You went to England?" Edge raised his eyebrow and before she could answer, he asked another question, "and who's 'we'?"
"Yes I went to England and as for the 'we'..." The blonde woman was cut off by the sound of an alarm sounding down the hallway. People began rushing around, jumping into the nearest room they could find. She'd thought it was a fire alarm at first, but usually that meant people running out of the building, rather than into it.
Acting fast, the tall wrestler gripped Stephanie's arm and pulled her quickly down the corridor with him. He stopped in front of a door and banged onto the wood loud enough so that whoever was inside could hear them over the alarm.
"Open the door Heyman, it's Edge! Let me in quick!" Stephanie could sense fear in the man's voice, and couldn't help but wonder what had caused it...and did he mention Heyman? Paul Heyman?
The door swung open so fast, that Stephanie could have sworn it nearly flew off its hinges. An angry faced man stood on the other side, a face that she had never seen before. He glared at Edge, who pushed past him, still holding onto Stephanie's arm and once they were inside, the angry faced man shut the door and locked it as fast as he could.
Wrestlers, sitting in rows like they were attending a meeting or a school assembly. She knew some of them, and others she didn't.
"Jesus Christ Edge, do you have a death wish! God knows what Bischoff would have done if he'd have caught you!" An unmistakable voice cried out. It was Heyman, Stephanie looked up at him...and he glared at her. He didn't recognise her, she realised...
"What the hell is this?!" Heyman yelled again...in fact he was the only one in the entire room making any sound whatsoever...except...
"Stephanie!" A relieved female voice called out, before Edge could apologise to Paul.
Jeff and Christian both reached out to stop the brunette, but she evaded them, running across the room to hug her best friend.
"So much for hiding our identity," Stephanie smiled, and Lita tried to hold back the tears of relief at seeing the blonde woman...she wasn't alone anymore.
"I'm so gad to see you, everyone's acting so..." she broke off, glancing up warily at the tall man at Stephanie's side. Her first instinct was to hug him...she hadn't seen him in a long time...but Christian and Jeff were behaving strangely so...
"Lita?" The man broke into a smile, and hugged her himself, "how...when did you get here?"
Lita just smiled up at him, glad to see that he hadn't changed much at all.
"I'm sorry to break up your little reunion and everything, but would someone tell me why we have another outsider here?" Paul wanted to know, walking towards the two divas and Edge.
"Hello Paul, you haven't changed much, lost some weight though I see." Stephanie smirked at him, and he stared at her for ages...sudden realisation coursing through him...how could he have been so blind?
"Stephanie McMahon," he muttered, though it was so quiet in the room that everyone heard him. A surprising murmur arose from the wrestlers and Stephanie's smirk grew to a smile.
"That's right Paul, and contrary to what my brother has told everyone, I am very much alive," From the corner of her eye she saw Lita throw her a questioning look, but carried on talking, "and I've come to claim what's rightfully mine...this company, the WWE."
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