Chapter Three: Cherry or Apple?

For the many weeks that passed since that day, Lily didn't see much of Michael. He wasn't eating with the others after the shows. She figured he was either at a restaurant in the cities the traveled in; that, or he was training. But at the most random moment he showed up, popping out of no where.

Before cooking more meals for the hungry mouths of the ECW superstars, Sasha and Lily decided to cook themselves up a meal to enjoy. It was 10:20pm; the show was already half over. The two women sat at a table waiting for the other members of the kitchen crew to arrive along with the athletes. To pass time, they played the infamous game of "Whose Hotter?"

Sasha was finished with her food and Lily was still working on her bowl of spicy chili that she made herself. She liked to tell everyone that it had every pepper known to man when in reality it was less than half. It would burn the hell out of your mouth but Lily had the guts to take it.

It was Sasha's turn to question her. "Okay; CM Punk or Kevin Thorn?"

Lily cleaned her spoon of the bite of soup. "Ooh, that's tough; Kevin's got that hot Goth vampire look going on, but CM Punk has the young cute boyish face to die for. Note that I would never take either one of them away from their women; but I'd have to pick Kevin Thorn."

Sasha nodded in agreement. "Good choice, your turn."

"Hmm, Kane or the Undertaker?"

"Dang." Sasha said in defeat. Lily knew that she loved both of them. "That's really hard; but uhh… Kane. The Undertaker's married in all."

"Yeah, your turn." Lily said.

"Let's see…" Sasha said out loud, thinking to herself. "…John Cena or Jeff Hardy?"

"Definitely Jeff Hardy!" Lily said right off the bat. She didn't need to think about that. "John Cena's cute in all, but there's no beating Jeff!"

Both of them laughed as they enjoyed their conversation. The doors of the room opened alerting Sasha and Lily. Michael came running in trying to get over to them as fast as he could.

"Hey you guys!"

Sasha looked back and saw him and then turned over to Lily.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Sasha whispered.

Lily shook her head. She was just as confused as Sasha was. "I have no idea."

Michael sat down next to both of them. He was out of breath and sweating some.

"Eww, you're all sweaty! Don't come over to me!" Sasha complained.

"Ignore her; what're you doing here?" Lily asked.

Michael faced Lily. "Well I was just – (he scrunched up his nose in disgust. He could feel the fumes from the peppers in Lily's chili tease his nose) – Er… what're you eating?"

Lily looked down at her half-eaten bowl of soup. "Oh this? It's something I made for myself. I call it Hot Tongue Chili."

Michael shot her a wiereded-out emotion. "I call it poison. I don't see how someone can eat something like that."

"Well if it was poison I'd probably put a little gravy on it just for you." Lily joked.

Michael shook his head. "Well, I can say this honestly: you are defineitly something else girl. You know that?"

" If eating spicy food is out-of-the-normal; then yeah I guess so." Lily answered. "Anyways what're you here for?"

"I was wondering if you two can bake up at least twenty pies before the show ends. We're going to be doing this act where we have a food fight in the ring. Nirvana told me you guys would be here." Michael explained.

Mandy 'Nirvana' McMahon was the exact symbol of a old school, punk-rock, rebel chic in every high-class, sophisticated family. She wasn't at all anything like her siblings Shane and Stephanie nor her parents. Honestly, she liked it that way. Vince and her mother my not agree with it, but they still loved her just the same. Nirvana's twenty eight-years-old and the General Manager of ECW. She's also Sasha and Lily's best friend.

"I think I might have a little chat with her later." Sasha planned. "And your answer is no."

"Why not?"

"Because ECW AND Smackdown! are both here right? So that means more mouths to feed and we won't have time." Lily answered for her.

"It's just twenty simple pies."

"Do you even hear yourself? Twenty and simple do not belong in the same sentence." Lily told him.

"Chicken." Michael teased.

"That's real mature." Lily said in sacasam, scooping up some more chili.

"Not to mention unoriginal." Sasha added

"Thank you dynamic duo." Michale contributed some of his own sarcasam. "But okay, twenty might be much so let's knock it down to fifteen. Though you probably can't even make that much."

Lily stood to her feet. "Is...that a bet?"

Michael smirked. "I think so."

"Well then, we accept." Lily declared.

"Oh no, you're not dragging me into this!" Sasha refused.

"Too late." Lily said as Sasha hung her head in defeat.

"Damnit." Sasha cursed.

"If we win, you buy us lunch Sunday at the best resturant you can find in whatever city we land on." Lily said.

"Hey, what's the color she most deeply despises?" Michael asked Sasha,

"Yellow."

"Sasha!!" Lily exclaimed.

"What I do?" Sasha blinked and put her hands up gesturing confusion.

"Deal on your part; But if I win you have to wear a mini yellow dress to work for two days then put on a little fashion show for the men in the locker room." Michael said grinning.

Lily chuckled in a cocky manner. "You're screwed, Vince will never let me wear that to work."

"I'll make sure to soften him up. After all, you did pour stuffing AND a strawberry milkshake down my front. I think that's fair eh?" Michael responded.

"You are a cruel, cruel man." Lily squinted her eyes at him.

"It's in my nature sweet-heart."

"Ugh you are SUCH a hemroid." Lily complained.

"Oh and no insults." Michael said.

Lily glared at him. "Fine, deal; but I have one thing to say -- "

"It might cost ya." Michael caught her.

Lily thought about what she was going to say and then fixed it. " -- Cherry or apple?"

"Aw no pecan?" Michael pouted.

Lily clenched her teeth. "Manna, you're going to be whipping these at people's faces NOT EATING THEM!!"

"Jeez okay; cherry -- it's runny and messy." Michael said.

"We should make apple instead." Sasha suggested. "I read it in the latest WWE Magazine that Carlito stated it's sticky and harder to get out of clothes."

"Alright apple then." Michael changed his mind.

With eyes widened, Lily beamed at Sasha. "Hey Sasha BigMouth -- ZIP IT!"

Sasha did sol Lily looked at the clock on the wall closest to her. "Well it's 10:40 right now, so we have twenty five minutes. That's plenty of time. If we start now, we might be able to finish early. Come Sasha; let's get going!"

"What am I a dog?" Sasha said.

"Hope to see you in that dress. Oh and don't worry about buying one. I'll pay for it and throw in some pumps to go with it." Michael picked on her.

Lily growled at him. "You're goin' down boy!"

Michael laughed. "You know, you're so cute when you're angry."

A/N: Hey everyone, liked chapter three? xD There's a little irony in the last part where Sasha says "What am I a dog?"
Sasha's character is originally a tiger - woman and tigers are felines of course. Corny I know, but eh I had to do it. If you want to see some of Sasha's work just go to and search up CommanderKrimzonKitty628.

- Wicked