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She walked down the arena hallway with her head held up high, a slight smile on her pretty face.
The confident diva was on her way to the locker room in preparation for the night's RAW. Although she hadn't been in actual action for the past couple of months, she didn't mind it too terribly. After all, things could certainly be worse - a few months back, Triple H and Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, throwing their weight around - had booked her in a pudding match at a pay-per-view. Acting as valet for X-Pac and Road Dogg was definitely a lot better than that.
The woman entered the locker room, slowly removing her bag's strap from her shoulder and running a hand through her long blonde hair. Because she was early, she wasn't all that surprised to be the first one here - she was notorious for being too early, as opposed to being late or even on time.
Tori dropped her bag to the floor by a locker and headed over to the vanity table to examine her hair and makeup. Normally, she didn't really require a touchup by the makeup artist, as she didn't wear all that much, but she was skilled with cosmetics anyway. They usually only gave her an extra dusting of face powder and that was it.
The moment she began examining her hair, the muscular blonde suddenly noticed something odd in the corner of her eye.
Tori squinted, thinking she'd spotted an odd movement, which was strange since she was the only person present in the room. She blinked and eyed the spot in the reflection of the mirror - and detected an unusual mixture of beige, green and blue.
The diva slowly turned around, her breath held as she glanced in the same spot she'd been looking at in the mirror. Someone else was in this room - that much she knew. All the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
"Hello?" she called, glad for the strength in her voice. In her eyes, this would be the worst possible time to display fear of any kind.
There was no answer.
"Come on, I know you're in here!" Tori called as she glanced around the general as she glanced around the general area. The movement she'd detected had shifted, and the person was apparently crouched or sitting behind the wall over to her left.
"Listen," the woman called when there was still no reply, "there's no use in hiding. And don't think I'm afraid of you, either, whoever you are...Now, come out before I drag you out - and kick your ass!"
There, she definitely had to sound brave - and perhaps even menacing - to the person hiding out in here. At least, she hoped so. In reality, she was scared shitless inside.
This time, Tori thought she heard the distinctive sound of someone sighing very softly, and then a floorboard creaking ever so slightly as she person evidently tried to move away - perhaps to avoid being caught.
The blonde diva didn't care - she'd had enough of all this nonsense. She was through playing games. Moving quickly and stealthily, she made her way to the direction of the faint sounds.
"Okay...What's the big i-" Tori stopped in her tracks, staring in shock at the 'intruder.' It wasn't even an intruder after all...
Lita was standing with her back pressed against the wall adjacent to where she had come to stand when she'd approached. The redhead looked distraught, and there were fresh tears running down her cheeks. Her hazel eyes were red, and it was obvious she'd been crying for awhile. Tori's heart went out to the other woman - whatever was the matter...
"Lita? What...what's wrong?" she asked gently, tentatively reaching out with one hand as though to touch the other diva.
The redhead seemed momentarily incapable of responding to the question, but finally, after more tears came, she leaned forward and allowed herself to be hugged.
"Oh, God...Tori, I'm so scared!"
The tall blonde woman frowned as she held the distraught redhead, rocking her slightly. She wondered what in hell had happened that had caused such terrible misery for Lita.
"Shh...it's okay, Lita," she said softly. "Whatever it is, it's
okay now..."