The three blond men were in Jeff Hardy's hotel room, and they'd been waiting for the colorful-haired young man for nearly an hour.

"C'mon already, Hardy!"  Now it was Christian's turn to shout as he knocked on the closed door.

"I'm still gettin' ready!" came the Southern-accented reply.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Jericho snapped.  "If you're not out of there by the time I count to ten, I'm breaking the door down!"

"I'm terrified..." Jeff called back sarcastically.

Edge and Christian eyed Y2J with their brows quirked upward, expressions of vast amusement on their faces.  Despite that and the younger Hardy brother's unaffected reply to his threat, the blond man began to count.

"Ten...nine...eight..."

"Jeff, you can paint your nails some other time!" Edge called, deciding he might as well get his own two cents in as well.  "We're gonna miss the movie!"  He glanced at his watch.  "It's supposed to start in exactly ten minutes!"

"...five...four...three...two..."

The door opened just before Jericho could get to one, and the shaggy, blue-haired man stood in the doorway, facing his three friends.

"All right, I'm out...Let's go!"

"We'll never make it," Christian complained.  "Just great...I really wanted to see The Matrix Unloaded..."

"Aw, man...We can still see it," Jeff said.  "Isn't it number one in the box office?  It's not goin' away anytime soon..."

"So, what are we gonna do tonight?" Edge asked as he glanced at the others in turn.

Jericho shrugged.  "A club, I suppose?"

"Nah...I personally don't feel like clubbing tonight," Christian offered.

"Maybe that's because you got stinking drunk and sick as a dog last time we went to a club," the taller Canadian cracked, a grin on his face as he recalled the incident.  "I think you tried to pick up every chick in the place - and they all rejected you..."

"Fuck you, man..." his best friend said as he flipped him off.

"All right - enough, you ass clowns!"  Chris cried.  "Hey...I've got an idea of how we can amuse ourselves tonight...I overheard Lita and Molly gabbing in the hallway at the arena a couple of hours ago...It seems a few of our diva buddies are having a little get-together..."

"So?" Jeff said.  "What are you hinting at?"

"Let's crash the party..."  Jericho's face broke into a sly, almost evil grin.

*

"Oh, my God!" Ivory roared, her laughter so hard her stomach actually ached.  The brunette was holding her mid-section as she allowed herself to fall back on the bed.

"Lita, this is a hoot!" Molly cried, tears in her eyes from all the heavy laughing she'd been doing.  "Why didn't you ever tell us about this?"

The redhead shrugged, a grin on her face as she eyed the TV screen.  She'd put on the tape she'd produced about twenty minutes earlier.  It was a home movie capturing several of the male wrestlers in extremely funny situations.

At the moment, Chris Jericho was donning a frilly pink tutu over a pair of blue jeans - and he was twirling around in the middle of a hotel room.  Christian, who'd been in the background, rushed over to be Y2J's 'partner,' and the four divas burst into even harder laughter.

Further along on the tape were some 'bloopers' of rehearsed matches.  In one scene, Edge and Test were in the ring, and after a sunset flip, the smaller man actually had his sweatpants pulled down - exposing his ass.

"I just wanted to wait for the perfect time to show this to you," Lita finally answered.  "I actually forgot about this tape, but when I was home cleaning last Wednesday, guess what I found?"

Between fits of giggles, Dawn Marie spoke.  "Lita, you should have this thing produced...Imagine how well it would sell!"

"And risk being murdered by all these men?!"

"They're looking an awful lot more like little boys to me, Cinnamon..." Ivory joked, a crooked half-smile on her lovely face.

"I'll drink to that!" Molly laughed, and she slid closer to the other brunette on the bed and held out her now empty cup.  Ivory gladly poured her more champagne.

The four divas looked up at the sudden knocking on the hotel room door.

"I wonder who that could be?" Lita wondered aloud.

"Maybe Trish is feeling better," Dawn Marie suggested as she bolted up and headed for the door.  "Or maybe Stacy decided to sever the umbilical cord attaching her to Randy..."  She released the lock, then yanked the door open.

As the brunette caught sight of the four individuals standing in the hallway before her, a smile spread across her face.  Before long, she began to giggle...