Distribution: Ask and you shall recieve
Notes: When John makes his phone call the speaker is in italics. Side from that no real new notes. I'm sorry for any OOCness, just keep in mind this is a fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recognize
Chapter Nine - Oops...
The three men sat on the long couch in the hotel room watching a sports game John had found while he had been flipping through the channels. No one had really said a word since they had entered the hotel room. Rey found himself asking if both Randy and John had come to their senses and realized that further pushing the redheaded diva's temper was a bad thing. And then again when he glanced at the two men beside him and saw them leaning closer in a conspiring manner. The luchador simply shook his head and looked around the room for sight of Lita, to find her standing on the balcony that looked out at the city. A sigh escaped the Latino and he quickly snatched the remote control from John while he was distracted.
"Yo! I was watchin' that."
Rey shrugged, "You seemed more interested in whatever you were talking to Orton, so it should matter that I wanted to change the channel."
John mocked him as Randy snickered. "Yeah well I..."
Whatever John had been planned to say was cut short as Lita entered the hotel room. "I'm going to take a shower."
The three men blinked at her. "What?"
Rolling her eyes, the redhead made her way over to her bag. "Are y'all deaf? I'm going to take a shower. You know to clean myself? And while I'm in there, Cena I think you should make a phone call to Bischoff."
"Whoa what? Why do I hafta do it? Why can't Orton?"
"Randy wasn't the one who got us stuck here did he?" She snapped, before grabbing her nightwear, which ended up being a pair of track pants and a tank top, and headed into the bathroom to take her shower. The door being slammed behind her.
"I think she's still mad."
Randy yelped in pain, rubbing the back of his head where John hit him.
"Shh...I'm making the phone call." John hissed. "Hello Mr. Bischoff?"
"Yes? Who's this?"
"Cena. Look Mr. Bischoff I got somethin'.."
"What the hell do you want now Cena?"
"If you'd let me talk Bischoff, I'd get to that."
"Why you little..."
"Now now Eric, no need for names."
"Show some respect Cena. Now get to the point, I have more important matters to attend to."
John rolled his eyes. "Well Eric, ya see the boys and me aren't gonna be able to make in time for the show."
"What! What do you mean you're not going to make it in time for the show?"
"Exactly what I said man. Ya see we kinda ran into a little problem and well we're stuck up in Detroit. It's snowing and shit, and well we just really don't feel like driving in those kinda conditions."
"Now that isn't far away. If you drove through the night you'd make it here in time."
John mock gasped, "And endanger our lives by havin' us drive in the fuckin' snow. Ya crazy man I ain't tryin' to get my ass killed just to please your sorry ass."
"Cena, if you and you're trouble maker of friends don't show up here by tomorrow morning, you're all..."
"We're all what? Sorry didn't hear ya."
"Ya know what Cena. You guys show up late, I'll have a nice surprise waiting for all of you when you show up. Have a great evening. Oh and Merry Christmas."
With that John was greeted with the lovely sound of a dial tone. "Have a great evening. Oh and Merry Christmas." He mocked as he snapped his phone shut.
He looked to the men on either side of him and then to the closed bathroom door that currently held the only female in the bunch. The sound of running water letting him know that the redhead was still taking her shower and that was great news for him cause now he could discuss one of his plans for a prank.
"So Orton ready to put our plan into action?"
Randy shrugged, "Sure, it'll be fun to get back at her."
The shortest man looked at them questionably. "What are you two talking about?"
"Well shorty," John began ignoring the glare he was receiving from Mysterio. "we are going to get back at Red. And you my dear friend promised to help. Don't forget that."
"Yeah whatever, so I agreed. Don't mean I'm happy about it."
Both John and Randy rolled their eyes, "Well this is what we were thinking." Randy started, "We go through her luggage and put all her bras in the freezer."
Rey simply shook his head. "You are how old?"
"Hey I resent that."
John waved him off. "Never mind that, iight well how about we wait till she's asleep and put a wet wash cloth in her hand?"
Rey brought a hand to his mouth and patted his lips pretending to yawn. "Geez Cena I thought you were better then that?"
Cena and Orton both glared at the luchador.
"Alright small fry if ya think you're so smart why don't you think of something?"
Mysterio rolled his eyes, "You might as well hide her luggage in the closet and take the clothes she took with her from the bathroom and throw them over the balcony."
The two others glanced at one another, smirks appearing on their faces as they turned back to look at Rey.
"Your a genius Mysterio." John stated, patting Rey on the head.
The San Diego native's mouth fell open. "I wasn't serious don't do it."
Randy smirked as he moved to get up. "Too late."
With fear eyes, Rey watched as both John and Randy moved from the couch. Randy heading to the luggage the redhead had left out, while John took it upon himself to check whether or not Lita had left the bathroom door unlocked. How the luchador had managing to get mixed up with the likes of Randy Orton and John Cena was beyond him. The two were prone to not act their ages, although most the time it was entertaining when they acted like total idiots. This time however, Rey didn't like the feeling of impending doom.
Rey could only continue to watch in horror as John snicker as he twisted the doorknob of the bathroom door and slowly pushed the door. Meanwhile, Randy had lifted the diva's suitcase up and carried it to the nearest closet. The St. Louis native stuffing the suitcase within and making sure that it was covered. A few seconds later, John had reemerged from the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The dark haired man darted across the room and pulled the slide door leading to the balcony open, the articles of clothing he had had in his hands now gone.
John walked over to the two sitting on the couch dusting off his hands. With a smug smile, the West Newbury native took the empty space on the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. The sound of the water being turned off was heard and the trio pretended as though nothing was wrong as they focused on the television set in front of them.
"You know she's going to kill you two." Rey mumbled as he flipped through the channels.
The others shrugged, Cena being the one to answer. "Hey man it was your idea. We just put it into action."
"CENA!" They heard the diva yell from inside the bathroom.
He smirked. "Yeah?"
"What the hell did you do with my clothes?" The redhead snapped out as the bathroom door was pulled open. The diva stomping out of the bathroom and into view. With her hand on her toweled hip she glared at the three men on the couch.
John smirked, "Hey babe, had a nice shower I see?" Glancing the at toweled and water haired diva.
"Someone answer my question. I know it was either you or Orton who took them! So tell me now." The diva huffed.
"Whoa, whoa calm down Lita. We didn't do anything." Randy stated as he stood up from the couch, John doing the same.
"Oh like I'm going to believe you?" Lita shot back, holding the towel tighter to her body. The diva glanced around for her suitcase. "Where is it?"
Both John and Randy feigned innocence. The diva glared from one man to the other before her attention fell on the silent luchador who was still on the couch, trying his hardest not to focus on everything behind him.
"Rey?"
The Mexican lifted his head and glanced at the angry diva. "Si?"
"¿Dónde están mis ropas?"
He remained quiet, glancing at both Cena and Orton. Both men's brow raised in question seeing as they hadn't understood what the diva had asked him. The luchador shrugged turning his attention back to the television set. That action clearly not sitting well with the diva as she let out a frustrated groan.
"I am going to kill the three of you so help me. I expected this from Orton or Cena but not you Rey."
The luchador sighed, knowing exactly what the redhead was trying to do. She was trying to make him feel guilty and damn was it working. He sighed again running a hand through his hair before he gave in to his inner conflict and stood up from the couch. Making his way towards the trio.
"I'm sorry Li-Li. Your clothes are..." However, before he could say another word both John and Randy clamped a hand over his mouth.
Lita's eyebrow rose at that.
"Don't listen to him. He don't know what the hell he's talking about." John stated with a half smile.
"Cena, save your future children and just tell me where my damn clothes are. I really don't like standing in nothing but a towel in front of three men."
"Well you know we don't mind." Randy smirked glanced at the diva, who rolled her eyes in reply.
Rey took the opportunity to bite the hand over his mouth, Randy yelping as he with drew his hand and causing John's to fall as well.
"I'll get your clothes." Rey stated, glaring at the two other superstars before he started to move forward.
Unfortunately for Rey, John was not about to let him get Lita's suitcase that easily. The brown haired man sticking out his foot slightly causing the shorter man to trip over the foot. Rey stumbled forward and reached out for the nearest object to try and keep himself steady. The nearest object happening to bed the redhead's blue towel as the diva had moved back a little to avoid from Rey falling on top of her. She had unknowingly made her situation worse as the force from Rey's fall had forced her to loose the grip on her towel and the cloth being taken down to the floor with the luchador.
Randy and John's widened. "Oh shit."
The diva remained still. Her face was nearly the same color of her face and whether it was from embarrassment or anger was unknown to them.
"Uh...Oops." John mumbled before he quickly stepped forward and pulled the diva against him as he turned so his back was facing the others.
Rey at this point, slowly began to move from his position on the floor. Shock clearly written on his face as he held up the towel to look at it. Randy tried to keep a straight face, knowing that if he let himself laugh the redhead wouldn't be very happy with him. Then again he was sure that she wasn't too happy with any of them at the moment.
"John..." Lita's muffled voice was finally heard. "Why are you holding me?"
"Well ya see babe as Rey is currently holdin' your towel I figured the least I could do was offer ya some sort of cover from prying eyes."
"Well then you can do me the favor of turning your hand away and stop looking down at me before I poke out your eyes." Lita hissed.
John couldn't help but chuckle as he held her tighter against him. Although this turned out to be a mistake as the diva was now flush against him and the superstar appeared to be a bit to happy. Hazel eyes widened as she quickly pushed hard against John causing the man to let go of her and stumble back. The diva snatching the towel Rey still held before darting into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
The youngest present couldn't hold it in any longer, and laughed whole heartedly at the entire situation. He continued to laugh as John looked around in a confused manner, rubbing the back of his head.
"Get my fucking clothes right now!" Lita yelled from inside the bathroom, a second passing before she added. "And Cena's not allowed to give them to me!"
"What the hell you do?" Randy asked as he tried to calm himself down.
John rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything."
Rey shook his head, finally standing from the floor. "You should have listened to me but no you just had to go and do it."
He smacked John in the head as he passed the WWE champion and walked to the closet to retrieve the diva's suitcase. And while he did that John and Randy tried to come up with a good excuse as to why her chosen nightwear was now outside on top of a pile of snow. When the diva had been given new clothing from Rey, she remained in the bathroom for a good while before she remerged and claimed a bed. The diva informing them that she alone was sleeping in the bed and the two of them would have to share the other while one slept on the couch. After giving them that information the diva didn't speak a word instead confiscating the remote from Rey and glaring hatefully at both Randy and John from across the room.