Title: Winds of Change
Disclaimer: Standard; I own nothing.
Spoilers: Minor, follows some RAW storylines from the timeframe 8/16/04 and beyond.
Summary: A new alliance is formed
Notes:Well, what I'm doing is just twisting around the RAW storylines (and ignoring the house show from Sunday). And, if I do say so myself, RAW has given me a gift with tonight's show (to be covered in the next chappie). And, if you've read any of my other stuff; the chapters for this piece will be shorter but that'll change in time. Just let me lay down my plot seeds.
Keys: italics = thoughts; bold = emphasis
To irishcookie: When Randy spat in the H's face, I almost fell of my couch laughing. It is definately going down (in my book) as one of the more memorable moments in recent RAW history.
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Chapter Five
Lita sat back in her hotel room, the card for tomorrow night's RAW before her and a binder. Chris Benoit had mentioned he would stop by later, either to drag the diva out to lunch and sight seeing or to discuss strategy. And while the redhead easily favored the latter, she had a distinct feeling it would be the former. Because, after all, they were away from the ring and there for entitled to have a little fun. Add to the fact that, Eugene and William Regal had traveled with them; and Euguene had pretty much insisted on the redhead, Lillian, Benoit and even Randy joining them later. If it had just been Benoit trying to persuade her, the redhead would have no problem turning that down. Unfortunately, it was Eugene and as much as she wanted to say no, Lita found herself saying yes. At any rate, it wasn't like she could get out of it now anyway; Chris mentioned earlier he would stop by at 2:00. And it was now -- 12:30. The diva groaned, flipping another page of the binder and crossing off another superstar on her list of possible Evolution allies.
At approximately, 1:30 there was a sharp knock on the redheads door. The diva raked a hand through her hair, wondering why Chris would be there half an hour early. As she padded over towards the persistent knocking; she would soon learn to regret opening the door.
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Lita barely had the time to gasp in shock, before Triple H -- followed closely by Batista and Flair -- barged into her hotel room. Hazel eyes narrowed in anger at the three, the redhead making a move to dart out before a strong hand came clamping down on her forearm.
"If you know what's good for you" Hunter narrowed his eyes at the diva, dragging her towards him. "You'll shut up and listen to what I have to say."
Lita fought back the urge to repeat Orton's actions, merely gritting her teeth in response. When Hunter's hold didn't loosen, she shifted her weight back on her heels; hoping that this would convey her compliance.
Fortunately for the diva, the action worked and the door was kicked shut as Hunter jerked her roughly to the middle of the room.
"I don't know why you're helping that ungrateful little snot, and frankly? I don't give a damn. I just think you should know exactly what you're getting yourself into. But, before I get into that? I have a proposition for you."
Hunter paused, relenting his hold on her forearm just slightly when Lita raised a brow in question. "You are going to help me bring Orton down."
Lita snorted in response, spitting out quickly. "Why would I help you?"
"Did I say you could talk?" Hunter raised a brow, backing the diva up towards the wall. "You will help me. And here's how you will help me. Because, you see Lita, right now? You and that washed up Benoit are the only people that Orton has. And I intend to capitalize on your good nature."
"I've got Randy at Unforgiven, and I know people think I can't beat him without Batista and Flair. But, come September 12? I won't need them. I fully expect for you to be at ringside with Randy. And that is how I am getting back my title. Orton is naive enough to trust you, stupid enough to look over the fact that I can get you what he can't. I can get you a title shot, I'd even go as far as I can get you that title belt. Can Orton do that?"
"So you want me to--"
"You will interfere on my behalf at Unforgiven. And, once I'm the champion again; I will make sure that women's title belt is around your waist. After that? Evolution won't come near you again."
Lita bit her lip, thinking over the many ways to tell Hunter no. "And if I said no chance in hell?"
Hunter sneered, pushing the diva back against the wall. "Then you will cease to exist."
Lita nodded, to appease the maniac in front of her. "When do you need an answer?"
"Sunday at Unforgiven." Hunter stepped back, finally relenquishing his hold on her forearm. "Just remember the consequences if you make the wrong choice."
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The redhead gently rubbed at her forearm, absently nodding as the Game and his henchmen made their exit.
Why me? I mean, he could ask anyone that's come to Randy's aid.
At any rate, the diva wouldn't have too much time to reflect on it. A new knock at the door, ten minutes later, broke her from her thoughts and Lita could only pray that whomever was there now; didn't see Hunter and company leaving.
"You ready?" Orton enquired from the doorway. "Chris, Lillian and Regal are downstairs waiting."
"Yeah" Lita hesitantly responded; questioning if she should tell anyone about Hunter's twisted proposal. "I'm ready."
Randy raised a brow, but said nothing; merely waiting for the diva to get the remainder of her things. "So, did you get a good look at the card for tomorrow night?"
"Mmm" The redhead absently mumbled, hefting her bag over her shoulder. "I'll talk to Chris about it later."
The Champ. nodded, stepping out fully into the hall so the diva could close her hotel room door. "You think Bischoff made those matches on purpose?"
"And left you off? I'm pretty sure" She replied, though her eyes were distant. "I wouldn't be surprised if Hunter asked for those matches."
Orton frowned thoughtfully as they reached the elevators. "I wouldn't be either. I'm pretty sure he'll want my ass out in the ring too."
Lita lifted a brow as they stepped in, "After what you did to him last week?" She shook her head, raking a hand through her hair. "There might be a lot of people who think about doing that, but actually doing it?"
"It's something I've wanted to do for awhile" Randy admitted easily, blue eyes discreetly observing the redhead's body language. "You should try it sometime."
The corners of Lita's mouth tugged up into a smile at the thought. "Nah, I don't think I'd do a good job on that."
Randy smirked in return, "You never know until you try.." He paused a moment as the elevator came to the lobby. "Look, Lita..I might not be Benoit, but you can still talk to me."
The diva shrugged absently. "We are talking"
"There's something bothering you" His statement like question came out just as the doors opened. "Something big."
Lita raised a brow in response, opening her mouth to respond. But instead she shrugged. "We should go meet the others. Don't want to be late to wherever it is we're going to."
She left it at that, walking quickly to meet Lillian halfway; leaving a slightly bewildered Randy Orton a few feet behind her.
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End Chapter Five
A/N: Now I know, this chappie may have been on the boring side and parts of it probably didn't make sense. But it was in my system and needed to be expelled. I can say that the 8/30 RAW show will be drawn out over two..if not three chapters.