Chapter Five

Later on, after many hours of arguing, the three women walked back downstairs. Leah went back to train with Triple H in the ring, while Lita and Shea watched.

"Now get the chair." he instructed. Leah got out of the ring and grabbed one of the steal chairs. He told her to place it on the ground, so she did. He then told her that he was going to power slam her into it. She did what she was told but as soon as he slammed her down and she felt the pain surge through her back, she low blowed him and slammed the chair into his chest. She then left the ring pissed and went to the freezer to grab a huge bag of ice.

Shawn and Randy looked up to see her back all red. "What happened to you?" Shawn asked as she flopped down on the couch, belly first, and lifted up her shirt to put on the bag of ice. Lita and Shea had now walked in.

"What were you thinking?" Shea asked as she sat down in a chair. Leah didn't answer any questions so Shawn asked the other two what happened.

"She let Trip slam her into a chair." Lita started.

"But she then performed a perfect low blow and slammed the chair into his chest." Finished Shea. Randy looked over at her as she stared blankly at the wall.

"You okay?" he asked. She growled and moved the bag around her back. The doorbell then rang, So Randy got up and answered it. He shut the door and walked back over to Leah.

"Run for your fucking life is here." She looked at him and then at Shea before getting up. "He wants to give you this package." He added while nodding to the table near the door. She got up and opened it.

It was full of red lacy thongs and a couple see through tops all from Victoria's Secret. She looked at the two women and raised her eyebrow.

They walked over and laughed. "This is his way of getting you back?" Scoffed Lita.

"Want me to take care of him?" Shea asked her twin. Leah shook her head no and laughed. She dumped out the package and then opened up the door and slammed the box in his face. She quickly locked the door and smirked.

"I feel so much better." They started laughing when Randy walked over and picked up one of the thongs. He then asked,

"Where do these beads go?" The three looked at each other and started cracking up. That was too much.

The next morning Shea woke up at around five in the morning. After trying to go back to sleep for a while, she finally gave up on it and got up. Walking around the house she realized that no one else was awake so walking back up to her room she changed into a tank top and a pair of gray cheer shorts. Then grabbing her cd case walked into the training room. Working out until six thirty she then walked into the living room and turned the surround sound up full blast before popping in one of her favorite burnt cd's and hitting play. Soon 'Respect' by Aretha Franklin was blasting out of the speakers, and without batting an eyelash she walked back into the kitchen to start on breakfast.

Upstairs was a completely different story. Everyone else, who had been sleeping soundly, jolted up out of bed. Looking across the room at the other bed, Leah realized that Batista was the only one there, and even he had a surprised look on his face. Growling, she got up and opened the door and looked out only to see nine other heads poking out their doors looking tired and irritated. Stomping down the stairs, followed closely by nine others, she walked into the kitchen, where Shea was trying to get a bag of flour out of one of the higher cabinets, never missing a beat as she sang along. Finally giving up on standing on her tip toes she started jumping to get it. Once she got a hold of the bag she pulled it towards her and manged to get it out of the cabinet without breaking the bag. As she sat it on the counter she looked in the direction of the doorway and noticed everyone standing there.

"Morning! I was wondering when ya'll were gonna get up." Shea said, smiling at them, pretending she thought they'd waken up all on their own.

"Yeah, right." Leah answered, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling.

"What the hell are you doing blasting that thing at SIX THIRTY in the morning?" Triple H asked, pointing out the doorway.

"What? Don't you like that song?" she asked as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Someone open the sliding glass door." Dave said as he started walking towards her. Knowing exactly where this was going, she cut the bag of flour open and flung some at him before running like hell towards the door. With everyone else having been distracted by this she managed to push her way past them and up the stairs to her room. She'd barely gotten the door locked when she could hear the pounding on it. Realizing it was only a matter of minutes until Leah picked the lock, Shea began looking for a way to escape when she noticed the balcony. Running out onto it she looked to the side and saw the trellis. Thanking god that she still was wearing her tennis shoes, she climbed over the edge and down the trellis.

Leah picked the lock and ran straight to the balcony with Batista behind her. She looked down and saw her climbing down the trellis. She told Batista to go down stairs as she stood upstairs to make sure they caught her. As soon as Shea's feet hit the ground she looked up and smirked at Leah who smirked back when Batista tapped her on the shoulder.

Shea shrieked and started for the trellis but he held her back and threw her right into the pool. Leah started laughing and ran down stairs to see her swimming in the water.

"That's for waking us up!" Leah said cockily. But as soon as she said it someone else pushed her in the water. She came up to the top and saw Batista laughing at them both.

"Hey! I helped you!" Dave shrugged his shoulders and took a couple steps back when everyone else came out. Lita looked at the both of them and laughed.

"Well…turns out you're both on the shit list." As soon as she said that Dave pushed her into the water. Leah looked up at Dave and said,

"I'm wearing a white shirt….you sure as hell better get me a fuckin towel!" He shook his head and walked inside to get three towels. As soon as he came out Lita, Leah, and Shea jumped him from behind and were pushing him towards the pool. They didn't succeed until Randy and John helped them out. In went Batista but not without pulling in the rest of them. Soon 6 superstars were in the pool eating their words.

The three got out and grabbed the towels Dave had dropped, leaving the boys soaking wet. Leah ran into her room to get the first shower.

Later on Leah walked down the hall way in a towel and her make up on. She reached the middle of the stairs when she noticed a new voice.

"Orton, been to any strip clubs lately?" Leah shook her head and looked up to see Mark Jindrak standing in their door way. He looked over and saw Leah standing in her towel and nodded over to her so Randy looked over.

"This is Leah…one of the house mates." She smiled and hurried to turn around to go get dressed. She ran into the room and saw Shea walking into the bathroom.

"Mark Jindrak is in our house!" Shea looked at her with a weird look and said,

"Why?" Leah shrugged her shoulders and said,

"I think he's friends with Randy…"

"Ohh…your boyfriend!" Leah glared and threw her pillow at her.

Shea and Leah walked back down stairs. Leah was in a pair of light blue jeans and a white Von Dutch shirt that was written in baby blue. Shea was wearing a short jean skirt with a black shirt that said Feisty in red. Going into the kitchen, Shea was walking over to the fridge to get a bottle of water when she slipped on something and lost her balance. Just as she was bracing herself for the fall someone grabbed her around the waist. Looking behind her, she saw it was John and grinned as he helped her back to her feet.

"Thanks. That woulda hurt like hell falling on that tile floor."

"No problem. It's kinda an automatic reaction to keep someone from fallin' flat on their ass if ya can." He answered with a shrug while walking over to the kitchen table. Getting her water from the fridge, she looked down at the spot where she'd slipped and noticed the small pile of flour still on the floor. Getting a rag from the sink she wiped the flour off the floor and rinsed the rag off before wringing it out, folding it, and sitting it on the edge of the sink. Once she'd sat down across the table from John, she decided to ask,

"So, not trying to be nosey or anything. Well actually I am, but that doesn't matter right now."

"Ya gonna get the question out or keep on babbling?" John teased, a grin starting to show on his face.

"Alright. Not to be rude or anything but... What the hell is Mark Jindrak doing in our house?"

"He's probably here to see Randy. They usually head out to sleazy strip clubs and laugh their asses off." Nearly spitting her water out, Shea barely managed to swallow it before she said,

"You're kidding, right?" Watching him shake his head she had to laugh. "Oh my god, I never woulda thought Randy would do shit like that. As for Jindrak, no offense to him but, how do I say this nicely... Oh hell there isn't a way. He looks like a Backstreet Boy on steroids." This time it was John's turn to laugh.

"What? He DOES!" This just made him laugh harder. At this time Lita walked in the room with Dave and asked,

"Who does what?"

"I said that Jindrak looks like a Backstreet Boy on steroids." Shea answered with a shrug as Lita and Dave both started laughing too. "It wasn't that funny. It's just my opinion. Speaking of which... the boy really needs to start wearing a jock strap in the ring... its really not a pleasant thing when he starts the whole 'gyrating hips' thing."

"I completely agree with you on that." Lita said nodding her head. "I mean some of the guys just don't realize the tight, patent leather briefs just aren't flattering."

"That or they're too flattering and I'm sorry, its just not something I want to see. Unless I think they're hot... then its not a problem."

"Mark definitely fits into the 'Too flattering' group." Starting to feel uncomfortable with this topic, John and Dave walked out into the living room, both girls too involved in their conversation to notice they'd left.

Out in the living room, Mark, Randy, Shawn, and Leah sat and talked. Well, Mark mostly talked and Leah listened to him. "Did you know that Randy goes to the mall to see if he can get a huge confidence boost?" Shawn and Leah started laughing but Randy interrupted,

"No, I go to see if I can get things half off…." This made Leah and Shawn look at each other and laugh again.

"So, what brings you here Mark?" asked an annoyed Randy. He shrugged and looked over at Leah while smirking.

"Came to see what you were hiding in this house." Leah noticed this and just smiled back. "So," he started while turning back to Randy. "What are we going to do tonight?"

"Strip clubs anyone?" joked Shea while walking into the living room with Lita.

"Only if you're dancing in them." Mark said back.

Shea glared and sat next to Shawn.

"Be careful Mark, These two women have definately proved themselves in the ring…I think they'd be able to take you." advised Shawn.

"Let's go to a club." Randy said while looking at the group who were in there already. Everyone nodded in agreement and went off to tell the rest of the house mates.

A/N: Okay so here's chapter five. YAY! Aren't you excited? Lol. So what'd ya think? I know... Mark Jindrak hasn't been with the WWE for a really long time and all... but when we wrote this... he was so... in this fic... he still is. So yeah... I'm watching Charlie and The Chocolate Factory at the minute, finding it absolutely hilarious i might add... so i'm a little distracted and not so very witty here. I wanna take a poll tho... Who ordered Taboo Tuesday? Cuz i did and i wanna know what everyone who saw it thought on it were. Personally i think it was as good as last year... a little predictable for me... but still really good all in all. Well thats about it... thanks to all of you who reviewed... we really really love ya for it. I know... we're review junkies... oh well tho. Oh and before i forget i've got a book recommendation... Crank by Ellen Hopkins. Its really good... and goes by really quick cause its a story told in poems. It's only like $6.99 at Borders so go out and get it... i swear you'll like it plus its a good anti-drug campaign... shows how screwed up things like meth can make you. Well I'm gone. REVIEW PLEASE!

Jess