Behind Closed Doors

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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. Chapter length will start getting a tad longer.. I'm going for perhaps 14 or 15 parts until the finish.. We'll see though.
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Part Five: The Joys of Vending Machines

Victoria and Stacy were first to reach the appointed meeting spot.. The two Diva's climbing back into one of the golf carts to wait for Chris and Randy.. Both women hoping that the guys had found Lita and John. The two estimated they had been waiting a good ten minutes when the guys arrived.. and to their disappointment, Randy and Chris appeared without the redhead and the Dr. of Thuganomics. It went without saying that both Victoria and Stacy were worried about their friend.. Related to that, they also worried about John's health if he should piss of the redheaded Diva. Their worry was also somewhat selfish.. Seeing as how Lita was the one with the quarter stash for the vending machines.. And none of them had change. Granted, they did have a few one dollar bills, three five dollar bills and one twenty dollar bill between them..

"So.. there's still no sign of Lita or John," Victoria pointed out the obvious, "what do we do now?"

Chris shrugged, the blonde man lounging in the back of the golf cart. "We've checked pretty much everywhere, right? Me and junior here, just got done checking the entire area there," he pointed back to where the ring had been. "And no signs of either John or Lita."

"And we already checked the locker rooms," the raven haired Diva said with a small sigh. "So, where haven't we checked?"

"Basement," Stacy spoke up first, "we said we were going to look there together if you two didn't find them."

Randy nodded shortly, "Is there just one basement to this place or is there also a sub-basement?"

Chris rolled his eyes, "Do any of us look like we built this arena? I mean, I'm not sure about your superhero powers.. But I lack x-ray vision."

The younger man rolled his eyes right back, "All I'm trying to say is that.. If there's a sub-basement.. Where do we start?"

Victoria shrugged, "I'd say we have to find a set of stairs leading down to the basement first.. Then we can see what's what from there."

The blonde man raised an eyebrow at the Diva pair. "Did you two have any luck finding the main light switch?"

Stacy shook her head, "No.. But we did manage to find flashlights, batteries, a first aid kit and a few key rings."

Chris nodded, "I'd think that at least one of those keys would open a door to the basement or something.." Shrugging slightly he added: "And in the event that we don't find Lita or John.. Maybe we will find the main light switch."

"Right.." Victoria reached for the keys in the ignition. "And hopefully we do find them.. I'm starting to get hungry."

Another stomach growled loudly in agreement, Stacy blinking at the noise. "Can we go look for a vending machine?"

Chris shrugged, "Eh.. Why not.. Can't be a search party on an empty stomach.." He moved so that he was sitting in the passengers side of the golf cart. "Well? Chop, chop.. Let's get going."

Randy rolled his eyes, "Has anyone passed by a vending machine?"

"Well duh," Victoria made a gesture to the locker room area. "There's this place called the catering hall.. And in that catering hall, there are these funny looking things that amazingly resemble a vending machine."

Stacy swept her hair from her face, "So .. After we head there and get some snacks.. We'll start looking for the entrance to the basement to look for John and Li."

"Which explains why we're still here," Chris stated impaiently, "so lets get going.. Put the key in the ignition and go."

Victoria and Stacy shook their heads at the two; the raven haired woman starting their golf cart so they could make their way back to the locker room area.

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At about the same time that Chris, Randy, Stacy and Victoria were heading back to the locker room area... Lita and John were finally emerging from the sub-basement of the arena. Granted, they were both worse for the wear when they did emerge.. But they had found their way out none the less. Lita's shirt had caught on the ladder.. a large rip on the right side the end result. The proverbial icing on the cake -- or the moment when the shit almost hit the fan -- came when the redheaded Diva slipped. John had prevented her from falling off the ladder.. but not in a way that Lita had been expecting. And while she was thankful that she didn't fall.. She was not appreciative of the way he had stopped her fall.

"Look," John began as soon as they were on solid ground, "I coulda let you fall.. But I didn'.. The least you could do is say 'thank you'."

Lita crossed her arms over her chest, "I am not saying shit to you," an eyebrow raised as she continued: "Just tell me why in the hell I should thank you for grabbing my ass!"

The brown haired man rolled his eyes, "Like I already told ya.. You were climbin' up that ladder ahead of me.. How else was I supposed to stop ya, huh?"

"You could have found another way, Cena." Hazel eyes narrowed, "and I'm well aware that I was climbing ahead of you.. Your hand wouldn't have been--"

"I was actin' on instincts." He shook his head when she snorted in disbelief, "would you rather that I had done nothin'? If I had done nothin' you woulda fallen off that ladder."

"Instinct.." she echoed incredulously, "and if the situation had been reversed.. Would you have appreciated someone just grabbing your ass to 'save' your life?"

John held up a hand, "Now.. If I answer that question.. I have a feelin' your gonna slap me.. An' after all the other shit that's happened tonight...I really don' wanna get slapped."

"Then you can see what my problem is.. Right?" Lita huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Look.. I appreciate the gesture.. I'm grateful that you didn't let me fall of that ladder.. But--"

John shook his head, "Jus' forget 'bout it, alright? Why don' we jus' see if we can find a way outta this damn arena."

"Fine by me," she told him crisply, Lita proceeding to march off, leaving a somewhat baffled Cena in her wake.

Granted, he could almost understand why she was so pissed at him.. But, it wasn't like he had grabbed her ass on purpose... Which was why he was having a hard time understanding why she was so angry about it.

Lita glanced back over her shoulder, still seething inwardly about the dual ass grabbing...life saving...incident. "I'm sorry for being such a bitch about it.. I just--"

"I don' need an explaination, alright?" John shrugged it off, "I'm sure you have your reasons for actin' like you do."

"Whatever," she mumbled first, the Diva waiting until he had caught up with her. "I just wanted to say thank you.. which I don't say often, mind you, so--"

"You're welcome," he interrupted again, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Now, why don' we jus' try an' find a way outta this arena.."

Lita nodded in response, the redhead turning the corner.. Only to be flung back.. But instead of hitting the cement like she anticipated.. She could feel arms around her waist, steadying her, as she glanced upwards.

"I've run into people before.." Chris began, an amused smirk on his handsome face. "But, this about beats all."

"Nice to see you too, Jerky.." Lita replied, the Diva quickly regaining her bearings. "And why the hell are you still here?"

Chris rolled his eyes, the three soon setting off to wander towards the locker rooms. "Well, I just thought that tonight would be a great night to have a little sleepover at the arena.." Shrugging casually, he added: "I even invited Victoria, Randy and Stacy.. But we weren't counting on you two being here." The blonde man waited a beat: "Why are you two still here?"

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On the way to the locker rooms, John re-told the tale of how he and Lita got stuck in one of the storage rooms in the sub-basement level of the arena. The West Newbury native also told the amused blonde of how they got out of the sub-basement and up the current level.. Convienetly leaving out the ladder incident. Chris, in turn, explained how he had gotten stuck at the arena.. Also filling John and Lita in on how the others had gotten stuck and what they had been up to in the meantime. He also mentioned that all of their belongings were now in the room that Bischoff had used for his office.

"So," Lita began once they were in the room, "where's everyone else?"

Chris smirked, "They're probably fighting with the vending machines.. For some reason, it won't take bills."

The redhead nodded, "Well as long as no one touched my quarter stash.. We might as well head over there." She picked up her bag as she spoke, digging through it until she found the precious ziplock baggie full of quarters. "Has anyone tried calling?"

Chris shook his head, the three soon heading out for the catering hall. "I didn't bring a cellphone.. Victoria left her cell phone in her rental car.. Randy's cell phone died.." the blonde man frowned mid-sentence.. "Scratch that.. Stacy's cell phone died and Randy's cell phone is in pieces."

Lita rolled her eyes, "I meant. .Has anyone looked for a phone number for arena staff, janitor crew or something? See if we can't get the hell out of here?"

"No," Chris informed her with a frown, "but we did manage to find sets of keyrings, flashlights, batteries and a first aid kit.." Smirking broadly, he went on to add: "And we also have a hold of two golf carts.. Plus, we were planning on looking for the main light switch or something because it looks like the power is going to go out at any minute."

Lita made a face, "Then why are we going so slow? If the power goes out.. We can't get anything from the vending machines." She grabbed a wrist in either hand, quite dragging the two after her in her trek to the catering hall.

"Damn it," Victoria scowled at the vending machine before her, "take the freakin' dollar bill!"

"Yelling at it, won't get you anywhere," Randy pointed out wryly, the third generation wrestler involved in his own 'war' with a vending machine. "So.. could you please--"

Victoria raised an eyebrow, "And I suppose that kicking it will make a difference?"

The young man rolled his eyes, "I'm just saying that yelling at the vending machine won't get you anywhere."

"If my arm was just a little bit longer.." Stacy sighed, glancing wistfully to the bags of chips and candy bars behind the glass. "I was this close to getting that bag of Fritos."

Victoria sighed, "Now I know why Li carries a baggie full of quarters with her.."

"I always suspected you talked about me," the redhead began from the doorway, "and now I know my suspicions are true."

"We're saved!" Stacy declared from her spot on the floor, "and how did your shirt get ripped?"

"Long story," John began from his spot just behind the redhead. "An' since we're all stuck here.. it can wait until later.. Right now, I jus' wanna eat."

What followed was Lita handing out quarters to her fellow Diva's, John, Randy and Chris.. the six soon selecting their chosen snacks before selecting a few bottles of soda to supplement the bottled water in the 'office'. And once that task was out of the way, they all found themselves heading back to the 'office' to eat, trade 'horror' stories and to see if they could figure out a way to get out of the arena. But, if they couldn't do that.. It was just a matter of waiting for the next body to show up and let them out.. They just hoped that moment would arrive sooner rather than later.. Though none of them could shake the sinking feeling that they could very well be stuck over night.