Guten Taag
This was not happening.
She furiously blinked her eyes, trying to deny what she felt as clearly being true.
Nothing changed; she was still naked.
She nearly leapt from the bed, trying to frantically dress herself. She stared in complete disbelief at her body, her surroundings.
This couldn't possibly be in his room.
But she saw his harsh face, half-hidden in the sheets, and knew, alarmingly well, what had gone down between them; suppressing a scream, she ran from the room and went back to her own hotel room immediately.
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"I can too make a bunny with my napkin!" At her challenging words, he immediately went to work. When she looked up, it...sort of looked like a bunny. Well, this was her third beer...four more and, goddamit, it DID look like a bunny. She smiled fakely, wrapping her arm around one child or woman or man or another; damned publicity stunts...what the hell did wrestling have to do with Oktoberfest?!
"You're so cute, and funny...and it's hot in here, isn't it?" She swallowed another pint in between her question and his response.
"Then take off all of your clothes!"
She didn't realize what she was doing until the Oom-Pah band broke into a version of a strip tease song. By then he had grabbed her bra off of the ground and started to scream, "Look at me! I'm the Prime Minister!"
They were promptly escorted out of town square.
****
That didn't explain why he had been naked....
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"C'Mon! EVERYONE plays strip poker like this!"
"Don't you think it's a little unfair?"
"I'll have you know that I've won several strip poker games starting out in skins."
"Oh...OK!"
****
That explained it, at least.
There was a knocking at her door, and she swiftly answered it. She wasn't surprised to see his bleary face.
"What do you want?" She snapped.
"I need to explain myself." He began.
"Go ahead. Talk." She snapped.
He didn't talk. What he did was kiss her.
Even though he outweighed her by over a hundred pounds, she wasn't about to be kissed by this lunk. He ducked her slap, which disengaged their kiss.
"What are you doing?!" She cried.
"I don't know!" He wailed back. "Stop yelling at me!"
They both quieted, calming down, "I think you need to go."
"Fine," His palm came up against the door as she attempted to shut it, "Lita, did I see you naked?"
"God," She shuddered, "I hope not." There was something in her gaze that spoke of hidden lies, but he didn't pressure the young redhead.
The slammed the door shut on him, leaving his undignified body out in the hallway. He paused, then quickly regained his normally cocky composure. His swagger returned as he left the hotel, one last look in a mirror confirming that he was still Scott Steiner.
He shook his head as he marched out into the Berlin morning dew, wondering if all of these WWE bitches were about as crazy.