(2 weeks later)
"Hey baby. What are your plans for
before the RAW show tonight?" Matt asked Lita over the
phone. They were in New York City, staying at some ritzy hotel.
Like usual, the six members of the newer Team Xtreme were divided into
three rooms. Jami and Jeff had a room, Edge and Matt had their own
room, and Tasha and Lita had their room. Everything was finally
beginning to seem normal after Jami and Jeff had seemingly (note that
word, just for future reference) worked everything out between them.
Neither of them were quite back to their old selves, but they were a lot
closer than they had been two weeks ago.
"Don't you remember? You, Jeff and
Edge have that photo shoot this morning, then Tasha, Jami and I are
meeting y'all there around noon'ish to do a few pictures of the six of us
together, then Tasha, J, and I have our turn at the photo shoot while you
guys go and do whatever you guys do when we aren't around...well, actually
I think they may have a reporter following y'all around for part of one of
the articles." Lita explained before running out of
breath.
While An Edgier Team Extreme (the new team name) was
in New York, the WWF magazine wanted to put out a special issue of the
newer Team Extreme formation. So, they had photo shoots planned for
that day, plus a few interviews, and then the RAW show. Not to
mention that they were all getting ready for Summerslam in two weeks.
"Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that.
But I can see that Edge hasn't. He's practicing his grin in the
mirror." Matt laughed. "What time are you
guys suppose to be over there?" Lita asked. "Uh,
in about 30 minutes." Matt said, realizing that his watch
read 7:30 a.m.
"You guys are gonna need to get going soon!
Especially since you'll have to go across the hall and drag Jeff's butt
out of bed." Lita reminded him. "Oh shit,
you're right! I forgot all about Jeff. Okay...what are you
girls gonna go do until noon then?" Matt asked. "Oh,
go work out in the hotel gym, and then who knows." Lita
told him.
"Well, babe, I love ya, but I'm going to
have to hang up on you because after I pry Jeff outta his room, I'll have
to pull Edge away from the mirror where he's checking out his
butt..." Lita heard a thunk and a yelp from Matt before
she heard Matt yell, "If you throw that shoe at me one more time
I swear I'll..." and then she hard the dialtone.
She had to laugh at them...they were going to end up
killing each other one day. Lita turned her attention to where Tasha
was throwing some things into her wrestling bag for later that night.
"Do you realize they are gonna wanna do
promo shots for our triple threat tag team match today? Ugh. I
better have a good match tonight so it'll lift my spirits." Tasha
complained. "Girl, it's a bra and panties match...not a
skin-to-skin match. Just wear the most covering underwear you can
find that night." Lita grinned. "Humph!
I'll just wear whatever. And you do know the guys are all way to happy
about this match, don't you?" Tasha tried again. "Oh
heck yeah...but then I'd be happy if they had to rip clothes off of their
sexy bodies too. Plus, we'll be dressed like we are in
swimsuits." Lita reminded her.
A knock came at their door and Lita went to open it.
"I say we challenge Matt, Jeff and Edge to a bra and panties
match then." Tasha said as Jami walked into the room.
"Okay, I refuse to see Matt, Jeff or Edge in bras and
panties....on the grounds that it's....sick and wrong...just sick and
wrong." Jami stated.
Tasha laughed, "You just heard only one part
of the conversation...it wasn't sick and wrong." "I don't
even want to know. The guys are on their way to the photo shoot,
so...do we wanna go grab something to eat and then go workout?"
Jami asked. Both Lita and Tasha grumbled, but nodded.
