Disclaimer: Yeah, I own the WWE..and some flying pigs, a dragon and a castle.
Notes: Let me say, this is all in fun .. I realize it's highly unrealistic but that's why it's in fun.
My thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter..I didn't really expect this to go anywhere, but thank you all for giving me some encouragement. I apologise profusely for taking this long to update one story.
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Part Two: Weighing Our Options
While Chris and Victoria roamed through the hallways, and Lita and John were stuck in the basement of the arena; Stacy Keibler was in one of the locker rooms. Though the long legged blonde wasn't alone; the one and only Legend Killer -Randy Orton- also occupied the space. By his estimates, Randy had been trying to plead his case for the last half hour. Stacy, however, was still firm in her descision..unrelenting when Randy tried to apologize..again.
"Stace," Randy raked his hands through his hair. "I'm telling you, it's not what it looked like!"
The blonde Diva snorted, "Yeah right Randy. I saw you with my own two eyes so don't even try and-"
The Legend Killer shook his head, "No you didn't Stacy."
Stacy crossed her arms over her chest, "Then, tell me Randy. What did I see? Because I'll tell you what I saw ... I saw Joy leaving your locker room!"
"She was asking me about the schedule!"
The Baltimore native raised a brow, "And she couldn't have asked anyone else?"
"I don't know." Randy shrugged, "All I know was, I got out of the shower and she was standing there and-"
"Did she help you get dressed?"
"What?" Randy inwardly sighed, "Stacy I'm telling you the truth. Nothing happened, okay? She was just asking about the upcoming schedule."
Stacy frowned, "Then why was she in here for so long?"
"Because it took me awhile to find the schedule."
The leggy Diva nodded slowly, "And you were still in nothing but a towel I take it."
"Well..yeah." The Legend Killer shrugged his shoulders, "I couldn't exactly get dressed while she was in here."
Stacy let out a defeated sigh, "I still don't know Randy..I mean-"
"Stace, how many times do I have to tell you? Nothing happened."
The blonde raised an eyebrow in suspicion, "Alright then .. so why does Joy have your cellphone number?"
"Because she gave me hers and-"
Stacy's eyebrows rose at that, "Oh so you have her cellphone number too?" She laughed dryly, shifting her weight back. "Well that's just so touching Randy."
Randy sighed, "She gave me her cellphone number to give to John.. I told her I would call her to let her know."
"Yeah right."
"Plus she's being optimistic and wanted to call to set up a double date or something."
Stacy raked her hands through her hair, "Then why couldn't she just ask me?"
"I don't know Stacy."
The long legged Diva let out another sigh, this time moving to sit on the bench. "I want to believe you Randy, but it's just not adding up."
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Meanwhile, Chris and Victoria were nearly finished with checking one side of the arena. That particular side had been designated to the former Smackdown wrestlers, that was before the rosters joined anyway and as they knocked out of habit...one of the doors swung easily open.
"I wonder who was in this locker room?"
Victoria shrugged as she crossed the threshold, "Only one way to find out.."
Chris raised a brow as he remained in the doorway, "Isn't that snooping?"
The raven haired Diva shot a look over her shoulder, "No not really .. I mean, what if this person forgot their stuff or something?"
"And that would help us how?" The Canadian smirked, "They wouldn't be able to get here until morning which doesn't do us any good."
"Which would then mean, that they're somewhere in the arena."
"Yeah and?" Chris shook his head, "They could be anywhere Victoria."
"I know that," Victoria shrugged as she approached the duffle bag, "So are you going to help me search or are you just going to stand there?"
Chris shrugged, "Well since I've got nothing better to do.."
"Good." the raven haired Diva waited until Chris was situated on the bench. "Then lets find out who this bag belongs to."
"Well, we've got a few random phone numbers-"
"Most likely from ring-rats."
"Some CD's-"
"That about narrows it down to everyone."
"A hotel keycard-"
"Hold on to that."
"Why?"
"Because if we can find a way out of here, we can return this persons stuff."
"Moving on.." Chris paused as he fished out the next item, "A deck of playing cards."
"Oh, I think I got something!" Victoria beamed, bringing out a stapled sheet of paper. "It looks like a script for next week."
"Well?" Chris prompted as he fished out a keyring. "Who's stuff is this?"
The raven haired Diva remained silent while she skimmed over the piece of paper. "It's... John Cena."
Chris nodded, as he pocketed the keycard and the deck of cards. "So, either John Cena is back at the hotel or he's somewhere in the arena."
"And without his cell phone too." Victoria mentioned, holding the aforementioned object in her hand before she tossed it back in the bag. "So, what should we do?"
"We'll take his stuff with us, just in case." Chris reasoned as he replaced a few items. "Then, see what's what on the other side of the arena."
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John scoffed after Lita had revealed her mastermind plan. Given, it had worked in Breakfast club, but there were a few key differences between that movie and their current situation. He rolled his eyes when she tired to insist that it would work, and he was more than quick to point out the many flaws.
"First, we're in the basement of the arena. Usually that means, we have another floor above us. Which in turn would mean, finding the vents between the floors and more importantly getting to said vent." He raised a brow, holding up a hand when she tried to retort. "Second, unless you have the blueprints for this arena? We're pretty much shit out of luck."
Lita swept her hair from her face, "Alright then genuis, how the hell are we going to get out of here? I highly doubt there's any arena staff around, and on the off chance that some of co-workers are stuck here? How will they know we're down here?"
"I'm thinkin' alright?"
Lita smirked, "Don't hurt yourself."
"Don't hurt yourself." Cena mimicked dryly. "The way I see it is this, we have no choice but to wait it out down here."
Lita sulked, "This freaking sucks."
"No kidding," John leaned back against the chain steel wall. "Man, all my stuff is still in my locker room."
The redhead nodded absently, "Mine too."
Cena raised an eyebrow, "Why is your stuff in my locker room?"
"Smart ass." Lita rolled her eyes, "This just really sucks."
"Yup."
The Diva slumped down to the floor, drawing her knees up to her chest to prop her elbows. "I was supposed to go out tonight too.."
He mirrored her actions, though instead of drawing his legs inward, he stretched them outwards. "Randy wanted to drag me somewhere."
Lita sent him a near sympathetic look. "Dawn was supposed to be my tormentor."
A wry smirk touched his face. "At least you don't have Joy trailin' after you."
"No, but.." Lita paused for thought, "I do have to listen to all of the Diva stories in the locker room."
"Diva stories?"
The redhead rolled her eyes, "It's either, 'oh so and so is so hot and sexy' or 'did you see so and so's match?' .. and for the non-single ones, it's nothing but a re-cap of their dates."
John nodded at that, "So do I get mentioned?"
The Diva nodded in the affirmative, "Yup..by Joy..and Candice, and Maria, and Amy Weber and-"
"You, maybe?"
The redhead snorted, "Yeah okay, whatever..you keep deluding yourself Cena."
"Ouch." John mock winced, "That's harsh."
"Life's a bitch...so am I." Lita shrugged nonchalantly, "Man..all of my quarters for the vending machines are in my bag."
John nodded out of habit, "My cell is in my bag."
"Shit!" Lita felt her pockets absently, "My cell isn't on me."
"It's probably in your bag then."
"No it isn't." The redhead insisted, "It's in my backpack, which is still sitting in Bischoff's office."
"And? That doesn't do us any good."
"Technically no, but this was a new cellphone with a tracking device in case I lost it."
"So?" John prompted, "What does that mean to us sitting down here when your bag is up there?"
"It means, if we can find a vent then we can at least get out of the basement."
John rolled his eyes, "Just when I thought we were gettin' somewhere.. we're back to that pyscho babble about the vents."
Lita kindly gave him the one fingered salute while she fished the tracking device from her pocket. "Now, if you could give me a boost..I want to see if there's a vent here."
The wrestler grumbled a bit, but in a moment, the redhead was precariously perched on his shoulders. She in turn tapped at the ceiling until she found a grate that gave way. With a smug smile, she informed her perch of the latest development, and with an added boost the vent was opened. Just as the tips of her shoes dissappeared through the vent, John grabbed one of the folding chairs. It took but a moment, before they were both situated in the crawlspace between the floors of the arena.