Title: Behind Closed Doors
Disclaimer: In the event that Monopoly money is really legal currency..then yes, I do own anything you recognize.
Summary: This is what happens when a few diva's and superstar's get locked over night in the arena. Harmless stuff, really.
Notes: No roster split for sake of the story. No storylines used, just a few people from the WWE. Please, read and review
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Part One: Whadya mean we're stuck?
On what could have been a better night, a raven haired diva is growing more agitated by the very minute. Not only were all of the other doors leading out of the arena locked, but so was this one. It would figure that the doors locked from the outside. Another good kick to the door, before the diva turned, raking a hand through her hair.
Victoria was positively flustered, she kicked at a nearby stack of boxes; sending them tumbling in one fell swoop. A muffled, 'ow' from behind the boxes momentairly shook the raven haired woman from her case of distress.
"Who's there?" Victoria set her gym bag down, not like she would be going anywhere anytime soon.
A sarcastic voice replied. "The big bad wolf."
Victoria snorted, muttering quietly to herself. "Well that just about describes everyone."
"Perhaps," A blonde Canadian replied, gingerly rubbing his forehead. "But I am not just everyone. I am the King of Bling Bling."
"Ahh..so that would make you a rich, big bad wolf?" Victoria raised a brow at the blonde, assesing his slightly dishevled state. "Sorry 'bout the boxes. Didn't think anyone else was still here."
He shrugged absently, re-shouldering his own gym bag. "S'ok..I guess I should be thankful I'm not a box."
She rolled her eyes in response, leaning back against the cool surface of the wall. "Soo..what's your excuse?"
"Pardon?" Chris set his gym bag down for the time being, "My excuse for what?"
"For being here," She stated rather matter of factly, gesturing to the door. "Otherwise you would be on the other side of the door."
He nodded, "Right well..I had to uh.." He cleared his throat, raking a hand through his damp hair. "A friend needed me,"
Victoria raised a brow, further taking in his appearance. "Needed you how?"
"Not in that way," Chris' face contorted slightly. "A friend of mine needed a shoulder to cry on." He shrugged, slumping down against the opposite wall. "And by the time all was said and done, my shirt was a little worse for the wear"
"Which of course, required a shower.." Victoria shook her head slightly, her gaze now focusing on the still locked door.
"What's your excuse then?" The blonde threw the question back at her. "Or do you enjoy kicking stacks of cardboard boxes?"
The diva replied seriously, "Only when there aren't any people around." She bit back at a laugh at the look on the blonde's face. "But I was in a similar situation. A friend required my assistance. Not in the same, shoulder to cry on manner. But needed someone to listen to..advice to be dispensed."
He nodded, stretching his legs out; his shoes resting even with hers. "Gotcha.." His head rolled back, eyes coming to focus on the ceiling as he let out a breath. "Have you tried all of the doors leading out of here?"
"Yup..and they're all the same." She frowned, slumping down against the wall; drawing her knees to her chest. "Looks like we're stuck."
"Wonderful," Chris groaned, inclining his head forward to meet the eyes of the diva. "Let's just hope the security people..or whomever opens the arena, is here early."
Victoria nodded in agreement before resting her chin on her knees. "So..aside from the two of us, is anyone else here?"
He absently shrugged. "She still might be, all depends on if she listened to the rest of what I had to say. I did pass by a few locker rooms on my way here."
"That's to be expected," Victoria drawled, rolling her eyes. "We're in an arena..backstage. Where surprsingly enough, they have locker rooms."
"If you had let me finish," Chris rolled his eyes right back. "One had a light seeping through the door. Which means there is someone else..or perhaps two someones..stuck here as well."
"Only one way to find out," Victoria shrugged, pushing off and up the wall. "And I'd rather sleep on a locker room bench then in the halls."
"I'm sure the halls could be comfortable." Chris pushed off the floor, grabbing his gym bag. "But perhaps you're right."
x
Meanwhile, off in one of the storage areas in the basement of the arena. While the rest of the storage lockers are shut, the storage closet remains open. Inside, a superstar and a diva, slave away.
Huff. "I can't believe." Puff "That I." Huff "Got stuck doing." Puff "This." The diva sighed, brushing her hair back from her forehead. "Last I checked, this is not in my contract."
He grunted in response. "You're telling me...I thought this is what arena crews are for" He hefted another chair over his head, before looking back to the pile remaining. "Or is management really that cheap."
"I thought the former," Lita sighed, wiping way the beads of sweat that had formed on her brow. "But right now? I'll have to go with the latter."
"Hm," John, paused in his task long enough to asses the remaining pile again, then to look to the to the fiesty redhead. "Was there anything else? Or is just the folding chairs?"
"Just the folding chairs I suppose," Lita absently shrugged before she picked up another chair. "That's all I was told..or to be more precise..yelled."
He nodded, wiping his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "I wonder who we pissed off..to get assigned to this task."
"I have my guesses," The red head, stood on tip-toe, chair in hand. "But it could be worse, I guess.." She slid the chair into one of the remaining slots.
"How so?"
"Well," She bit her lip, grabbing one of the last chairs. "We could be cleaning bathrooms."
After his chair was pushed in, he nodded. "True that." He grabbed the last chair. "But this still isn't my ideal way to end a night."
"Not mine either," She perched on tip-toe again, slipping her chair into the second to last slot. "I could be sleeping..or taking a relaxing bath, or something..anything but doing this."
"Yup," He slid his chair into the final spot, wiping his forehead again. "At least this is done."
"Finally," The red head let out a breath, raking a hand through her hair. "Now I really need a shower."
"This is my favorite shirt too," The Dr. of Thuganomics frowned, examining the dust spots. "Oh wait, we missed a chair"
"Huh?" Lita glanced over to said chair, the thought not registering that the chair had been propping the door open until the door slammed shut.
"Shit." John set the chair down in frustration. "Lita..can you find the light switch?"
The red head blinked, giving her eyes a few moments to adjust to the lack of light. "Is it a switch? Or a chain?"
"Damned if I know." He held the chair in his hands, his eyes seeking out the slim frame of the diva. "Just..look."
She bit back sarcastically, also seeking out his form. "I would do that if I could" She thrust her arms in front, her hands grasping at air..then cloth.
"Well, you found me.." A smirk graced his face for a moment, and he could swear that she was frowning..or maybe that was the lightest hint of a blush on those cheeks.
The red head mumbled under her breath, resuming the task of light switch searching; before a triumphant "Ah Ha!" and sure enough, mere seconds later; a dim light covered them both.
"Well, we have light at least.."
"And no way out," John frowned, setting the chair in the center of the storage closet. "Which means, we're stuck."
"No shit sherlock," Lita frowned, her eyes going upwards. "Unless.."
"I don't like that look," John backed away from the red head, leaning against the now closed door. "That look usually leads to trouble."
The red head stuck out her tounge, "Ever see the Breakfast Club?"
John shook his head, "Why does it matter?"
"Because," the diva sighed absently, sweeping her hair out of her face. "I know a way we can get out of here."
xx
And so began, what would become a very long..very eventful night for these four wrestlers. And what of the other two? We'll find out later.
End chapter.
A/N: So, I have other pieces in progress..a few that I haven't updated..but! This is just drabble that came to me awhile ago and is finally getting out of my system. Just pure coffee driven fun.
Disclaimer: In the event that Monopoly money is really legal currency..then yes, I do own anything you recognize.
Summary: This is what happens when a few diva's and superstar's get locked over night in the arena. Harmless stuff, really.
Notes: No roster split for sake of the story. No storylines used, just a few people from the WWE. Please, read and review
xxx
Part One: Whadya mean we're stuck?
On what could have been a better night, a raven haired diva is growing more agitated by the very minute. Not only were all of the other doors leading out of the arena locked, but so was this one. It would figure that the doors locked from the outside. Another good kick to the door, before the diva turned, raking a hand through her hair.
Victoria was positively flustered, she kicked at a nearby stack of boxes; sending them tumbling in one fell swoop. A muffled, 'ow' from behind the boxes momentairly shook the raven haired woman from her case of distress.
"Who's there?" Victoria set her gym bag down, not like she would be going anywhere anytime soon.
A sarcastic voice replied. "The big bad wolf."
Victoria snorted, muttering quietly to herself. "Well that just about describes everyone."
"Perhaps," A blonde Canadian replied, gingerly rubbing his forehead. "But I am not just everyone. I am the King of Bling Bling."
"Ahh..so that would make you a rich, big bad wolf?" Victoria raised a brow at the blonde, assesing his slightly dishevled state. "Sorry 'bout the boxes. Didn't think anyone else was still here."
He shrugged absently, re-shouldering his own gym bag. "S'ok..I guess I should be thankful I'm not a box."
She rolled her eyes in response, leaning back against the cool surface of the wall. "Soo..what's your excuse?"
"Pardon?" Chris set his gym bag down for the time being, "My excuse for what?"
"For being here," She stated rather matter of factly, gesturing to the door. "Otherwise you would be on the other side of the door."
He nodded, "Right well..I had to uh.." He cleared his throat, raking a hand through his damp hair. "A friend needed me,"
Victoria raised a brow, further taking in his appearance. "Needed you how?"
"Not in that way," Chris' face contorted slightly. "A friend of mine needed a shoulder to cry on." He shrugged, slumping down against the opposite wall. "And by the time all was said and done, my shirt was a little worse for the wear"
"Which of course, required a shower.." Victoria shook her head slightly, her gaze now focusing on the still locked door.
"What's your excuse then?" The blonde threw the question back at her. "Or do you enjoy kicking stacks of cardboard boxes?"
The diva replied seriously, "Only when there aren't any people around." She bit back at a laugh at the look on the blonde's face. "But I was in a similar situation. A friend required my assistance. Not in the same, shoulder to cry on manner. But needed someone to listen to..advice to be dispensed."
He nodded, stretching his legs out; his shoes resting even with hers. "Gotcha.." His head rolled back, eyes coming to focus on the ceiling as he let out a breath. "Have you tried all of the doors leading out of here?"
"Yup..and they're all the same." She frowned, slumping down against the wall; drawing her knees to her chest. "Looks like we're stuck."
"Wonderful," Chris groaned, inclining his head forward to meet the eyes of the diva. "Let's just hope the security people..or whomever opens the arena, is here early."
Victoria nodded in agreement before resting her chin on her knees. "So..aside from the two of us, is anyone else here?"
He absently shrugged. "She still might be, all depends on if she listened to the rest of what I had to say. I did pass by a few locker rooms on my way here."
"That's to be expected," Victoria drawled, rolling her eyes. "We're in an arena..backstage. Where surprsingly enough, they have locker rooms."
"If you had let me finish," Chris rolled his eyes right back. "One had a light seeping through the door. Which means there is someone else..or perhaps two someones..stuck here as well."
"Only one way to find out," Victoria shrugged, pushing off and up the wall. "And I'd rather sleep on a locker room bench then in the halls."
"I'm sure the halls could be comfortable." Chris pushed off the floor, grabbing his gym bag. "But perhaps you're right."
x
Meanwhile, off in one of the storage areas in the basement of the arena. While the rest of the storage lockers are shut, the storage closet remains open. Inside, a superstar and a diva, slave away.
Huff. "I can't believe." Puff "That I." Huff "Got stuck doing." Puff "This." The diva sighed, brushing her hair back from her forehead. "Last I checked, this is not in my contract."
He grunted in response. "You're telling me...I thought this is what arena crews are for" He hefted another chair over his head, before looking back to the pile remaining. "Or is management really that cheap."
"I thought the former," Lita sighed, wiping way the beads of sweat that had formed on her brow. "But right now? I'll have to go with the latter."
"Hm," John, paused in his task long enough to asses the remaining pile again, then to look to the to the fiesty redhead. "Was there anything else? Or is just the folding chairs?"
"Just the folding chairs I suppose," Lita absently shrugged before she picked up another chair. "That's all I was told..or to be more precise..yelled."
He nodded, wiping his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "I wonder who we pissed off..to get assigned to this task."
"I have my guesses," The red head, stood on tip-toe, chair in hand. "But it could be worse, I guess.." She slid the chair into one of the remaining slots.
"How so?"
"Well," She bit her lip, grabbing one of the last chairs. "We could be cleaning bathrooms."
After his chair was pushed in, he nodded. "True that." He grabbed the last chair. "But this still isn't my ideal way to end a night."
"Not mine either," She perched on tip-toe again, slipping her chair into the second to last slot. "I could be sleeping..or taking a relaxing bath, or something..anything but doing this."
"Yup," He slid his chair into the final spot, wiping his forehead again. "At least this is done."
"Finally," The red head let out a breath, raking a hand through her hair. "Now I really need a shower."
"This is my favorite shirt too," The Dr. of Thuganomics frowned, examining the dust spots. "Oh wait, we missed a chair"
"Huh?" Lita glanced over to said chair, the thought not registering that the chair had been propping the door open until the door slammed shut.
"Shit." John set the chair down in frustration. "Lita..can you find the light switch?"
The red head blinked, giving her eyes a few moments to adjust to the lack of light. "Is it a switch? Or a chain?"
"Damned if I know." He held the chair in his hands, his eyes seeking out the slim frame of the diva. "Just..look."
She bit back sarcastically, also seeking out his form. "I would do that if I could" She thrust her arms in front, her hands grasping at air..then cloth.
"Well, you found me.." A smirk graced his face for a moment, and he could swear that she was frowning..or maybe that was the lightest hint of a blush on those cheeks.
The red head mumbled under her breath, resuming the task of light switch searching; before a triumphant "Ah Ha!" and sure enough, mere seconds later; a dim light covered them both.
"Well, we have light at least.."
"And no way out," John frowned, setting the chair in the center of the storage closet. "Which means, we're stuck."
"No shit sherlock," Lita frowned, her eyes going upwards. "Unless.."
"I don't like that look," John backed away from the red head, leaning against the now closed door. "That look usually leads to trouble."
The red head stuck out her tounge, "Ever see the Breakfast Club?"
John shook his head, "Why does it matter?"
"Because," the diva sighed absently, sweeping her hair out of her face. "I know a way we can get out of here."
xx
And so began, what would become a very long..very eventful night for these four wrestlers. And what of the other two? We'll find out later.
End chapter.
A/N: So, I have other pieces in progress..a few that I haven't updated..but! This is just drabble that came to me awhile ago and is finally getting out of my system. Just pure coffee driven fun.