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Notes: Let me say, this is all in fun .. I realize it's highly unrealistic but that's why it's in fun. I am sorry that this chapter took me so long, and I'm sorry that the length isn't quite up to par. This story leaves me sometimes at a creative dead end but I don't want to outright abandon it.
My thanks to everyone who reviewed!
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Part Three: Dead Ends
After crawling through the vent for a grand total of five minutes; Lita was frustrated. Behind her, John wasn't saying much..but every five seconds or so, the redhead could hear him complaining about the dust and cobwebs accumulating on his pants. And on his shirt and in his hair. When he wasn't complaining about that, he was complaining about something else. The redhead rolled her eyes, he was acting worse than some of the Diva's. Perhaps frustrated wasn't the exact word she was looking for, but it was pretty damn close.
"Would you just shut up?"
"I'm sorry, did you say somethin' or was it the cobwebs?" John scowled, "Why the hell are we still crawlin' around here anyway?"
"Duh," Lita paused, attempting to sit up in the vent. "The tracking device- remember?"
John raised an eyebrow, "An' you havin' any luck?"
"Well.." Lita frowned, "No not really but-"
"Then why are we still in here?"
Lita glared, "Do you have any bright ideas? No, I didn't think so either."
John attempted to sit up, his head connecting sharply with the low ceiling. "Then what are we gonna do, huh? We don't even know where we are in this damn arena."
"Thank you Captain Obvious," Lita swept her hair from her face, "It's either this or we return back to that little storage room and wait for who knows how long. At the very worst, we'll be here until the arena crew arrives-"
"Which is a whole lot better than bein' here."
"Or there's a possibility that we're not the only ones stuck."
John rolled his eyes, "An' what good is that gonna do us? How are we gonna find anyone, let alone tell 'em how to reach us?"
The redhead pinched the bridge of her nose, "Honestly? I don't really know John. All I do know is that, we're stuck here.. and I'm getting hungry."
"You ain't the only one," Cena uttered as his stomach growled loudly. "So, what are we gonna do now? Keep crawlin' 'round here or head back?"
She sighed lowly, "I guess we just head back."
He nodded then, pausing before he turned. "We'll find a way outta here."
She merely shrugged, "I guess.. I just hope it's sooner rather than later."
John nodded again, a small smile sent to the redhead before he turned his attention back to the dim crawlspace. "You think anyone else is here?"
"Can't say really.." Lita replied absently as she followed behind. "We might be the only one's here.. But the only way to really find out is to get out of the basement."
"Right."
"Which there has to be some way.." the redhead mused aloud, "I'm sure we'll figure out something.."
John fell silent then, the two crawling the remaining distance back in that silence. Granted, this wasn't how either one of them had expected to spend the evening.. but they remained hopeful that they would at least find a way out of there. And that they'd find a way sooner rather than later.
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Victoria and Chris continued on their own way through the corridors one floor above the vent that Lita and John were currently situated in. The two on the main floor had already passed by most of the locker rooms- just rounding the corner to the remaining few. Victoria informed the blonde that, this was where the Diva's locker rooms were.. along with the management. What good that information would do them now, Chris wasn't exactly sure.. but at this point he didn't care.
"Okay.." Victoria began as they started down the hallway. "Next hallway over, there's two more Diva locker rooms.. plus the office that Bischoff was using tonight."
The blonde man nodded, "Let's go check and see then."
The raven haired Diva nodded in turn, the two continuing down the hallway rather slow. "This was my locker room.." She gestured absently to one of the doors as they passed, "And Li was here."
"And the door's open." Chris stated with a slightly raised eyebrow, "I wonder if she's still here."
"We'll find out." Victoria mentioned as she pushed the door open. "Looks like her stuff is here, so she's got to be here."
Chris nodded, the blonde man crouching so he could gather the redheads gym bag. "The question is.. Where is she?"
"Good question," Victoria mused with a frown, "She could be anywhere or she might've left."
"Unlikely.." the blonde man stated, "It's just not like her to be that absentminded to forget all of her stuff."
The Diva nodded, "So.. now we know that John is here somewhere.. and so is Lita."
"We just don't know where," Chris added as he hefted Lita's gym bag up. "So, should we keep looking or what?"
Victoria nodded, "Might as well.. there's only a few locker rooms left to check, plus the office."
Chris made a gesture to the door, "Let's get a move on then.. I'm starting to get hungry so lets hope we find 'em soon."
Silence fell over the two as they checked the remaining locker rooms in the hallway. And when that search turned up empty, they turned around to check the next and final hallway.
"Looks like Bischoff's office is open." Victoria stated as they stood at the beginning of the corridor. "I hope he still isn't here."
"Me either," Chris stated with a slight shudder, "That would just royally suck."
"Exactly," the Diva wrinkled her nose as they neared the office; Chris subsequently kicking the door open.
"Empty.." He stated as he moved forwards, waiting until Victoria had turned on a light. "But not entirely empty."
The raven haired Diva blinked, "That's Lita's backpack.."
Chris frowned in thought, "So.. she was either in here during the show or she was just here."
"Possibly," Victoria conceded with a shrug. "How about we make this a base of sorts? We'll go check the other locker rooms, maybe some other parts of the arena?"
Chris nodded in agreement, setting the two gym bags down near the backpack. "Where to first?"
"Remaining locker rooms," the Diva suggested as she made her way back to the door. "Then we can check the ring area and whatever."
The blonde man agreed with a nod, the two then making their way out of the office and down the hallway.
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While Chris and Victoria were heading towards the remaining locker rooms; Stacy and Randy were heading in the opposite direction towards the main hallway. Stacy wasn't speaking to the Legend Killer at that time, the blonde woman still not believing his supposed story concerning Joy. But the fact remained that, they were stuck at the arena.. and since they didn't know if anyone else was around- they were stuck with each other. Randy was quick to point out that fact as they finally reached the main corridor; the Legend Killer placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder.
"Look, Stace.. I know you're mad at me, but can we please call a truce or something?"
Stacy turned up her nose, "Why?"
Randy pushed back the urge to roll his eyes, "Because- we're stuck here for who knows how long. And we're stuck with each other. That means we need to work together and-"
"Says who?" Stacy shook her head, prying his hand from her shoulder. "We don't have to work together Randy. I'm perfectly capabale of managing on my own."
He gritted his teeth, "Stace, why can't you believe me? All Joy did was ask for John's cell number.. I swear!"
"While you were in a towel," she added wryly, "I'm sorry Randy, but I'm finding it hard to believe that was all she wanted."
"But that was all," Randy insisted, "She wanted the phone number and the upcoming schedule. That's all."
"Uh huh," Stacy shook her head, "Even though Vince went over the upcoming schedule with everyone at the pre-show meeting. And Joy was there, I might add.. she was sitting with me, Torrie and Christy. Secondly- she could've just asked John herself or she could've asked someone else in the locker room or backstage. It's not like you're his only friend."
"And it's my fault that she didn't?" Randy inwardly sighed, "You make it sound like I asked her to come into my locker room."
"Well you certainly didn't turn her away, did you?"
Randy raked a hand over his hair, leaning back against a nearby pillar. "Stace, nothing happened."
The blonde faltered momentairly but in the end.. her jealousy reigned. "Whatever. She was still in there while you were in a towel. You did nothing to stop her, nor did you ask her to leave."
Randy shook his head, "Fine okay. Believe what you want. I didn't do anything, she approached me, she talked to me. That was all."
Stacy merely shrugged in response, tossing her hair over her shoulder as they continued on their way through the main hallway. And as they walked, Chris and Victoria were just finishing their search of the locker rooms. They had passed by another open locker room, a quick search revealing that Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler were also stuck in the arena. So at least now, they knew that four others were in the arena.. they just didn't know where.