Fic: As You Imagined (Lita/?, 1/?, PG-13)
Title: As You Imagined
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairing/Characters: Lita/Randy, Lita/Christian-- it'll be explained in the story, Trish/Jericho (eventual), Lilian/Batista (established), Stacy/?, others appearing
Spoilers: Bah.
Summary: It was far worse then they ever could have imagined..
Warnings: Language
Notes: Erm.. I'll explain when there are questions asked. This is set post-Bet storyline but pre-Trish's heel turn in 2004. Ignoring real life situations and most storylines that took place. Setting this on the 12/15/03 edition of RAW but replacing the Battle of the Sexes Two match with the Santa's Little Helper match from 12/29/03.
Diva's locker room
Lita rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, the pair situated on the couch in the empty locker room.. The redhead using that to her advantage to have some precious alone time. She and Randy had only been dating for two weeks now.. The Legend Killer the most unexpected source of support after the whole Bet fiasco with Christian and Chris Jericho. Granted, Trish was still taking it a bit rough, the blond diva usually bitching to anyone who would listen to her. Not that Lita didn't do that, but, there were certainly times she could use a break. Like now, for instance.. The redhead half paying attention to Randy's suggestion of taking a mini-vacation during the upcoming break..
“So?” The third generation wrestler arched an eyebrow, “What do you think? We could leave right after the tapings are over, disappear from everyone until we have to be back. Just me and you.”
“I really do like the sound of that..”
“But?”
“I already made plans with Trish. And this was ages ago, for her birthday.”
Randy frowned slightly, “Her birthday was last week, babe.”
Lita shook her head, “It's a girlfriends thing, I'm not sure how else to explain that. It's just, she wants to head over to Vegas for the break.. Just the girls.”
The blue eyed wrestler pouted, “I can't sneak into your luggage?”
“I think you're a bit too big to fit in my luggage, Randy.”
He smiled suggestively, “Well I could--”
The diva giggled, “Stacy and Trish.. And Lilian are going to be back any minute. Which, you can thank Stacy and Lilian for this.. They're the ones who convinced Trish to go to catering first.”
“I'll send them a Christmas card,” Randy held her a little bit tighter, “And you're sure I can't go with you?”
“Like Lils told Dave, no. You can't come with us.” A playful smirk formed at the corners of her mouth, “Although, if you're willing to dress in drag--”
Randy shook his head, “No way, no how.” He brought his lips to hers for a quick kiss, “So when are you four leaving?”
Lita half shrugged, “Tomorrow afternoon.. And we'll be back for the first set of house shows after the break.”
“Alright.. But next break we have? You're all mine.”
“That sounds like a great idea to me.”
Randy opened his mouth to say more when the door was violently swung open.. Trish Stratus marching in first, Stacy and Lilian on her heels.. “I guess that's my cue to leave.”
Lita moved from his lap so he could get up, “I'll see you around.. And we're heading out tonight, right?”
“You can count on that.” He offered a wave to Stacy, Lilian and Trish; stealing a quick kiss before he left the locker room, the door closing shut behind him.
Lita smiled to herself, turning from the door to face the blond trio. “What happened now..”
Trish seethed, “That good for nothing, pompous asshole.”
The redhead nodded slowly, “And what did he say this time?”
“More of the same,” Lilian spoke up before Trish could reply, “Only worse this time since Christian was around. And they were both gloating a lot. About the whole Battle of the Sexes match.”
Trish let out a sigh of disgust, “I can't believe I actually fell for all of that bullshit.. That I actually let him kiss me and touch me and--”
“Honey,” Lita seated herself beside her friend, “It's like we've both told each other.. They're not worth the dirt on the bottom of our shoes.”
“Well it still hurts,” Trish rested her head on Lita's shoulder. “They're an insult to everything that's Canadian.”
“Which is why we're heading to Vegas,” Stacy put in brightly. “I can't wait to get there. All of the lights, the casino.. We so have to see a show when we're there.”
“And get drunk.”
Lita rolled her eyes a little, “Trish.. We can get drunk anywhere. We don't need to be in Vegas to do that. And besides, if we get drunk in Vegas, we're very likely to do something really stupid.”
Stacy waved it off, “The guys aren't coming with us so it's not like we can get married or anything while we're there.. And getting drunk never hurt anyone.”
“We still shouldn't go too crazy though,” Lilian said gently, “We might have a few days off but that's no reason to really let loose and--”
“But we're going to be in Vegas,” Trish said firmly, “What's the point of going to Vegas if we aren't going to let loose and have fun, huh?”
Lita shrugged, “We'll just have to wait until we get there.. But, before we can do that? We have a match to get ready for. The stupid Santa's Little Helper thing. And speaking of that,” She arched an eyebrow at the tallest blond, “Hand over the mistletoe now, Stace. You are not putting any of that crap on my outfit, Trish's outfit or yours. The last thing we need is to get stuck near one of the idiots on the roster with mistletoe.”
Stacy rolled her eyes but complied anyway.. The tall blond diva removing the remaining sprigs of the fake mistletoe from her bag. “I guess I should take down the ones that I already put up?”
Trish arched an eyebrow, “When did you do this and how did I not notice?”
“Umm.. When you were arguing with Chris. I kinda put some on the doorway of the catering hall.” Stacy winced when Trish and Lita glared, “And I might have put some on the doorway of Bischoff's office. But that's only because Mr. McMahon suggested it.”
Lilian shook her head, “Well at least the two of you know where not to go.”
“Maybe,” Lita seemingly conceded, “But that still doesn't mean that the resident elf has to put mistletoe on every doorway in the building.”
Stacy simply shrugged to that.. Lilian heading out of the locker room first to speak with Bischoff about the show.. Lita, Trish and Stacy heading out soon afterwards to track down their outfits for the dreaded match later. At the very least, Lita and Trish could be thankful that they didn't have to have another Battle of the Sexes match... Mr. McMahon over-ruling Bischoff's decision to have a re-match that night. Thankfully, for them both, it meant not having to deal with the two blond Canadian men for the rest of the night.. And really not having to deal with them until the holiday break was over. Entirely grateful for that fact, Lita and Trish were more than ready to get the six diva tag match done with so they could leave for Las Vegas.
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairing/Characters: Lita/Randy, Lita/Christian-- it'll be explained in the story, Trish/Jericho (eventual), Lilian/Batista (established), Stacy/?, others appearing
Spoilers: Bah.
Summary: It was far worse then they ever could have imagined..
Warnings: Language
Notes: Erm.. I'll explain when there are questions asked. This is set post-Bet storyline but pre-Trish's heel turn in 2004. Ignoring real life situations and most storylines that took place. Setting this on the 12/15/03 edition of RAW but replacing the Battle of the Sexes Two match with the Santa's Little Helper match from 12/29/03.
Diva's locker room
Lita rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, the pair situated on the couch in the empty locker room.. The redhead using that to her advantage to have some precious alone time. She and Randy had only been dating for two weeks now.. The Legend Killer the most unexpected source of support after the whole Bet fiasco with Christian and Chris Jericho. Granted, Trish was still taking it a bit rough, the blond diva usually bitching to anyone who would listen to her. Not that Lita didn't do that, but, there were certainly times she could use a break. Like now, for instance.. The redhead half paying attention to Randy's suggestion of taking a mini-vacation during the upcoming break..
“So?” The third generation wrestler arched an eyebrow, “What do you think? We could leave right after the tapings are over, disappear from everyone until we have to be back. Just me and you.”
“I really do like the sound of that..”
“But?”
“I already made plans with Trish. And this was ages ago, for her birthday.”
Randy frowned slightly, “Her birthday was last week, babe.”
Lita shook her head, “It's a girlfriends thing, I'm not sure how else to explain that. It's just, she wants to head over to Vegas for the break.. Just the girls.”
The blue eyed wrestler pouted, “I can't sneak into your luggage?”
“I think you're a bit too big to fit in my luggage, Randy.”
He smiled suggestively, “Well I could--”
The diva giggled, “Stacy and Trish.. And Lilian are going to be back any minute. Which, you can thank Stacy and Lilian for this.. They're the ones who convinced Trish to go to catering first.”
“I'll send them a Christmas card,” Randy held her a little bit tighter, “And you're sure I can't go with you?”
“Like Lils told Dave, no. You can't come with us.” A playful smirk formed at the corners of her mouth, “Although, if you're willing to dress in drag--”
Randy shook his head, “No way, no how.” He brought his lips to hers for a quick kiss, “So when are you four leaving?”
Lita half shrugged, “Tomorrow afternoon.. And we'll be back for the first set of house shows after the break.”
“Alright.. But next break we have? You're all mine.”
“That sounds like a great idea to me.”
Randy opened his mouth to say more when the door was violently swung open.. Trish Stratus marching in first, Stacy and Lilian on her heels.. “I guess that's my cue to leave.”
Lita moved from his lap so he could get up, “I'll see you around.. And we're heading out tonight, right?”
“You can count on that.” He offered a wave to Stacy, Lilian and Trish; stealing a quick kiss before he left the locker room, the door closing shut behind him.
Lita smiled to herself, turning from the door to face the blond trio. “What happened now..”
Trish seethed, “That good for nothing, pompous asshole.”
The redhead nodded slowly, “And what did he say this time?”
“More of the same,” Lilian spoke up before Trish could reply, “Only worse this time since Christian was around. And they were both gloating a lot. About the whole Battle of the Sexes match.”
Trish let out a sigh of disgust, “I can't believe I actually fell for all of that bullshit.. That I actually let him kiss me and touch me and--”
“Honey,” Lita seated herself beside her friend, “It's like we've both told each other.. They're not worth the dirt on the bottom of our shoes.”
“Well it still hurts,” Trish rested her head on Lita's shoulder. “They're an insult to everything that's Canadian.”
“Which is why we're heading to Vegas,” Stacy put in brightly. “I can't wait to get there. All of the lights, the casino.. We so have to see a show when we're there.”
“And get drunk.”
Lita rolled her eyes a little, “Trish.. We can get drunk anywhere. We don't need to be in Vegas to do that. And besides, if we get drunk in Vegas, we're very likely to do something really stupid.”
Stacy waved it off, “The guys aren't coming with us so it's not like we can get married or anything while we're there.. And getting drunk never hurt anyone.”
“We still shouldn't go too crazy though,” Lilian said gently, “We might have a few days off but that's no reason to really let loose and--”
“But we're going to be in Vegas,” Trish said firmly, “What's the point of going to Vegas if we aren't going to let loose and have fun, huh?”
Lita shrugged, “We'll just have to wait until we get there.. But, before we can do that? We have a match to get ready for. The stupid Santa's Little Helper thing. And speaking of that,” She arched an eyebrow at the tallest blond, “Hand over the mistletoe now, Stace. You are not putting any of that crap on my outfit, Trish's outfit or yours. The last thing we need is to get stuck near one of the idiots on the roster with mistletoe.”
Stacy rolled her eyes but complied anyway.. The tall blond diva removing the remaining sprigs of the fake mistletoe from her bag. “I guess I should take down the ones that I already put up?”
Trish arched an eyebrow, “When did you do this and how did I not notice?”
“Umm.. When you were arguing with Chris. I kinda put some on the doorway of the catering hall.” Stacy winced when Trish and Lita glared, “And I might have put some on the doorway of Bischoff's office. But that's only because Mr. McMahon suggested it.”
Lilian shook her head, “Well at least the two of you know where not to go.”
“Maybe,” Lita seemingly conceded, “But that still doesn't mean that the resident elf has to put mistletoe on every doorway in the building.”
Stacy simply shrugged to that.. Lilian heading out of the locker room first to speak with Bischoff about the show.. Lita, Trish and Stacy heading out soon afterwards to track down their outfits for the dreaded match later. At the very least, Lita and Trish could be thankful that they didn't have to have another Battle of the Sexes match... Mr. McMahon over-ruling Bischoff's decision to have a re-match that night. Thankfully, for them both, it meant not having to deal with the two blond Canadian men for the rest of the night.. And really not having to deal with them until the holiday break was over. Entirely grateful for that fact, Lita and Trish were more than ready to get the six diva tag match done with so they could leave for Las Vegas.