"Nothing...nothing..." the brunette said as she removed her hand from her mouth and tried her best to keep her facial expression neutral.  It was certainly no easy feat.  The four men standing in the doorway had been captured in all their hilarity on Lita's home video.

"Well...aren't you gonna invite us in?" Christian asked as he peered over Jericho's shoulder at the pretty diva.

"Jeff!" Lita called as she got a glimpse of her best friend.  She leapt up from the bed upon which she'd been sitting, all giggles - half because of the champagne and half because of the video.  "Are you trying to crash our party?"

"Oh, she's good..." Edge said with a grin, his green eyes sparkling as he eyed the redheaded diva with appreciation.

Lita gazed up at the tallest of the men and smiled.

"Get in here, you guys - especially you..."  She reached for Edge's arm and pulled him into the hotel room.

Ivory stood up and approached Chris, a grin on her own face.

"Well, blondie...I never thought I'd say this, but..."  The brunette paused as she circled Jericho, looking him over, up and down as she did so.  Y2J frowned as he wondered what in hell this was all about.  This diva made him feel damned self-conscious - and not only because she was so beautiful, but he also found her a bit intimidating.  Ivory was, without a doubt, the diva who most spoke her mind, and feelings be damned!

"You look like you've definitely got the legs for a tutu!" the feisty brunette continued.

Jericho turned to stare at her, a questioning look on his face, brows quirked upward.

"Excuse me?"

Ivory nodded.  "Though I must admit, I think blue is more your color - brings our your eyes more..."  She suddenly burst out laughing.

The blond man's gaze traveled from Ivory to Lita - the redhead was now sitting on the edge of the other bed with...well, Edge.

"Err...Red?"

When the diva looked up at him, he continued.

"Would you care to explain-"

"Holy crap!"  Christian's surprised voice interrupted Jericho, and he glanced over at his friend, following his gaze to the TV screen.

And he started cracking up...

Depicted on-screen were he, Christian, Edge, Test and Kurt Angle dressed in silly medieval costumes - the four blond men had put their long hair in braids.  The five of them were mock-singing opera.  Then, Lita, Ivory, Trish Stratus and Stacy Keibler appeared, their long hair tied back and hidden underneath helmets.  None of them wore makeup, and each donned a fake moustache.

Christian glanced at Dawn Marie, who was standing beside him.

"Where the heck did you get that?  You weren't even in the WWE when we did that!"

The pretty brunette laughed, throwing her head back as she did.  Then, putting her arm around the blond man, she smiled and pointed at Lita.

"Ask her..."

Christian's gaze trailed back to the redhead, who appeared to be trying her damndest not to explode in laughter.

"Well, at least you don't have anything with me makin' a fool of myself..." Jeff quipped, and then, as if by magic, the scene cut to a clip of a closeup of the colorful-haired Hardy Boy getting his face made up by Lita.  And it wasn't merely facepaint, either - he looked like a drag queen!

"Looks like you spoke too soon, Rainbow Brite!" Molly cracked, the little brunette raising her cup of champagne and giggled.

"Hey, you're tipsy, Miss Molly!" Jeff cried, surprised.  "Sit down here..."  He pulled the petite diva over to sit beside him on the bed nearer to the door.

"You guys are hilarious!" Ivory cried, one hand on Jericho's shoulder.  "You should do that stuff for us again - now!"

"Yeah!" Lita exclaimed as she looked up into Edge's handsome face, her hazel eyes sparkling.  "Give us some fresh material!"

"No way!" Christian yelped.  "It's bad enough you ladies have already seen us like this..."  He gestured with both hands toward the TV.

"Oh, come on..." Dawn Marie said, practically batting her eyelashes at him.  "You guys are so cute..."  She grinned winningly.  "Especially you..."

"You really think so?"

"Oh, yeah..." the brunette said cheerfully.  "You're absolutely adorable..."

By now, Lita was having trouble holding in her laughter.  Boy, Dawn Marie was good.

"Hey - you, Red!" Jericho called.  "You never did answer Christian when he asked you where you got this tape!"

"You mean you don't remember?" the diva asked in surprise.  "Oh, that's right - you were pretty much drunk off your ass when we shot it..."

"On that note, who filmed it, anyway?" Y2J asked, as, for the life of him, he couldn't remember.

"I can answer that one!" Molly giggled.  "It was my old sidekick," she joked.  "Hurricane!"

"Oh, yeah...Well, before the night is up, will you ladies remind me to go kill our green-haired pal...?"