Disclaimer: I own nothing, to find out the origins of the idea for a bar
owned by WWE stars check out my prequel to this 'Riot Zone' (cheap plug I
know) plus u probably won't understand this story without reading 'Riot
Zone', this really is a sequel, not a stand alone fic. Enjoy my friends
DAMAGE
"Matt I'm dying over here, can you please turn the lights on?!"
There was no answer but a soft click and the lights hummed on. Before Lita could register her familiar surroundings properly, a pair of strong hands took one of the boxes from her over laden arms and a grin flashing over a broad shoulder. She smiled her thanks at Matt's back as he walked over to the bar to deposit the box and she look a deep breath of the cigarette singed air. The smell never disappeared; they couldn't afford air conditioning so the windows got opened as soon as they got in. As though he followed her thoughts, Matt wandered over to the nearest window and threw it open. Taking a breath of fresher air with a slight smile, Lita carefully stacked the items in her arms on the nearest chair.
"Ah the smell of cigarette smoke in the morning" Matt sighed with a look of mock happiness on his face "nothing like second hand death in your lungs"
"It works for some people"
"People who need to read health warnings"
"And buy our drinks, paying good money" she laughed a pearl tumbling laugh "Get a load of you preacher boy"
"Hey I just treat my body the way it deserves to be, not slowly killing it like our lovely bar patrons"
Lita smiled distractedly as her eyes began roving critically over the bar interior. Already her mind was focused completely on working, it was what she'd moulded it to do and it did it well. They didn't usually come in so early; opening the bar up in the evening required them to arrive only at late afternoon to supervise the stage rehearsals and stock up the bar. However she'd spent the part two days re-doing the bar's interior after an incident a few days before. Now it was Saturday night, the weekend looked to be a long one
"How's the damage looking?" asked Matt
"Nasty"
The chairs were stacked on the tables revealing the blackened floor. It looked pretty disgusting. One of the thin curtains that made a half-hearted attempt to keep the sun out had dissolved in flames. The walls were ok; some of Jeff's canvases were laid on the floor after they'd fallen off during the night. Matt picked his way through the debris, opening the windows as he did. It made him so angry to see the bar in this state. It had been some new customers who'd caused the damage, not their usual desperate-to-be-happy clientele. It had taken the combined strength of Bubba, D-Von and Scott to force them out. Matt and the others had just patched the bar up for the past two nights, now it was time to sort it out properly, hopefully in time to open for the evening. Matt shook his head as he went to open the next window but frowned when he found it open.
"That's weird" he muttered
"What is?" Lita appeared behind him
"The window's still open; you did shut it last night?"
Lita was security conscious, making sure all doors and windows were locked and getting Bubba to check it all over afterwards. An open window was a sure sign of trouble.
"You know I did"
She stepped forward and inspected the lock carefully. It had been forced open, several visible deep scratches in the steel. Carefully she pushed it open fully, a trouble frown on her face. Matt could see her mind working frantically under her cool façade. Even with him, she wouldn't let her professionalism drop. When it came to the bar, she was all business.
"Why would someone want to get in?" she asked quietly
"It's damaged enough as it is, can you tell if anything else's been done?"
"Don't know"
Abruptly Lita turned away to inspect the mess more carefully around her. Matt watched her, knowing that if he tried to help he'd be told he was getting in the way. He turned back towards the bar and began unpacking the boxes of bottles he'd brought with them. There had been a lot of damage done to the bar but Lita had just said it needed some touching up anyway. He knew she was upset about the state of the bar, it was their baby really. They'd worked so hard on getting it up and running that having a small set back like this was close to devastating.
"I found it Matt"
Her voice was subdued, expectant almost as though her fears had been realised. His heart began picking up speed. She was only like this when everything had been taken out of her, like a popped balloon. Small things she'd rage about, huge things she'd pretend hadn't happened. She could control the small things in life, not the huge ones. Something huge had to have happened for her to sound like that.
He walked through the huge soft blue curtain that hung at the back of the stage to mask the ugly bare wall behind it which he walked along. She was somewhere backstage. He found her in the room where Torrie, Stacy and Trish changed. He hardly ever went in there; it was a somewhat private room that the men were not permitted into during show time. He pushed the door open tentatively and walked in. Its walls were a cheerful purple with large shooting stars streaking them, clouds of glitter trailing behind them. Jeff had made sure that every room in the club had a different feel to them but all tied together. There was a small wall cabinet, some padded chairs and a couple of full length mirrors as well as a silver-painted basin. Lita stood facing one of the walls, the largest one. There was a piece of material in her hand which hung limply by her side. Matt turned to face the wall and found, scrawled in acidic black handwriting, each letter practically pulsing with rage
'You can't hide the bitch forever, she'll always be mine'
DAMAGE
"Matt I'm dying over here, can you please turn the lights on?!"
There was no answer but a soft click and the lights hummed on. Before Lita could register her familiar surroundings properly, a pair of strong hands took one of the boxes from her over laden arms and a grin flashing over a broad shoulder. She smiled her thanks at Matt's back as he walked over to the bar to deposit the box and she look a deep breath of the cigarette singed air. The smell never disappeared; they couldn't afford air conditioning so the windows got opened as soon as they got in. As though he followed her thoughts, Matt wandered over to the nearest window and threw it open. Taking a breath of fresher air with a slight smile, Lita carefully stacked the items in her arms on the nearest chair.
"Ah the smell of cigarette smoke in the morning" Matt sighed with a look of mock happiness on his face "nothing like second hand death in your lungs"
"It works for some people"
"People who need to read health warnings"
"And buy our drinks, paying good money" she laughed a pearl tumbling laugh "Get a load of you preacher boy"
"Hey I just treat my body the way it deserves to be, not slowly killing it like our lovely bar patrons"
Lita smiled distractedly as her eyes began roving critically over the bar interior. Already her mind was focused completely on working, it was what she'd moulded it to do and it did it well. They didn't usually come in so early; opening the bar up in the evening required them to arrive only at late afternoon to supervise the stage rehearsals and stock up the bar. However she'd spent the part two days re-doing the bar's interior after an incident a few days before. Now it was Saturday night, the weekend looked to be a long one
"How's the damage looking?" asked Matt
"Nasty"
The chairs were stacked on the tables revealing the blackened floor. It looked pretty disgusting. One of the thin curtains that made a half-hearted attempt to keep the sun out had dissolved in flames. The walls were ok; some of Jeff's canvases were laid on the floor after they'd fallen off during the night. Matt picked his way through the debris, opening the windows as he did. It made him so angry to see the bar in this state. It had been some new customers who'd caused the damage, not their usual desperate-to-be-happy clientele. It had taken the combined strength of Bubba, D-Von and Scott to force them out. Matt and the others had just patched the bar up for the past two nights, now it was time to sort it out properly, hopefully in time to open for the evening. Matt shook his head as he went to open the next window but frowned when he found it open.
"That's weird" he muttered
"What is?" Lita appeared behind him
"The window's still open; you did shut it last night?"
Lita was security conscious, making sure all doors and windows were locked and getting Bubba to check it all over afterwards. An open window was a sure sign of trouble.
"You know I did"
She stepped forward and inspected the lock carefully. It had been forced open, several visible deep scratches in the steel. Carefully she pushed it open fully, a trouble frown on her face. Matt could see her mind working frantically under her cool façade. Even with him, she wouldn't let her professionalism drop. When it came to the bar, she was all business.
"Why would someone want to get in?" she asked quietly
"It's damaged enough as it is, can you tell if anything else's been done?"
"Don't know"
Abruptly Lita turned away to inspect the mess more carefully around her. Matt watched her, knowing that if he tried to help he'd be told he was getting in the way. He turned back towards the bar and began unpacking the boxes of bottles he'd brought with them. There had been a lot of damage done to the bar but Lita had just said it needed some touching up anyway. He knew she was upset about the state of the bar, it was their baby really. They'd worked so hard on getting it up and running that having a small set back like this was close to devastating.
"I found it Matt"
Her voice was subdued, expectant almost as though her fears had been realised. His heart began picking up speed. She was only like this when everything had been taken out of her, like a popped balloon. Small things she'd rage about, huge things she'd pretend hadn't happened. She could control the small things in life, not the huge ones. Something huge had to have happened for her to sound like that.
He walked through the huge soft blue curtain that hung at the back of the stage to mask the ugly bare wall behind it which he walked along. She was somewhere backstage. He found her in the room where Torrie, Stacy and Trish changed. He hardly ever went in there; it was a somewhat private room that the men were not permitted into during show time. He pushed the door open tentatively and walked in. Its walls were a cheerful purple with large shooting stars streaking them, clouds of glitter trailing behind them. Jeff had made sure that every room in the club had a different feel to them but all tied together. There was a small wall cabinet, some padded chairs and a couple of full length mirrors as well as a silver-painted basin. Lita stood facing one of the walls, the largest one. There was a piece of material in her hand which hung limply by her side. Matt turned to face the wall and found, scrawled in acidic black handwriting, each letter practically pulsing with rage
'You can't hide the bitch forever, she'll always be mine'