Name: Angel Torres

Content: PG-13 (for violence)

Characters: You name 'em, I'll have 'em, but mostly revolves around Team eXtreme, Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho, Team RECK (Rhyno, Edge, Christian, Kurt Angle), Trish Stratus, and the Hollys.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except the Mary Sue :-) All wrestlers are/were owned by the company currently known as World Wrestling Entertainment. Please don't sue me, all I have is a golden retriever. Seriously, I don't even have a car.

Author's note: The first few chapters really suck, but the beginning is a logical place to start. It starts getting good from the chapter entitled "A New Holly?" But really picks up around "Plans" and "A New Role" because this is where the character development starts happening. Also, when I started this I wasn't the supermark I am now, so you'll have to bear with me on some things…

Author's Note 2: Wait a minute. Didn't this used to be called Team Extreme? Well, yes it did. I decided to repost it as a single story and delete the old format. If you've already read some, it should be easy to find where you left off, since I name each chapter and I've now decided to do very brief one or two line summaries so you know what's going on.

SUNDAY NIGHT HEAT, JANUARY 14TH, 2001

A crowd of mostly teenage girls and other assorted fans mulled around the back entrance of WWF New York. Amongst them, a tall-ish girl with short, spiky black hair, commando pants and a green army jacket was arguing with the security guards.

"I'm sorry, Miss, if you'd just step back and be patient, some superstars may be signing autographs later."

"I don't want an autograph, I've come to see my cousin."

"Your cousin, huh? Well, you're welcome to pay your money at the front like everyone else if your cousin's gone on ahead."

"You don't understand. My cousin's a wrestler. I've seen her on TV. She's got red hair – her name's Lita…"

"Right. Your cousin's Lita. And I'm The Big Show."

The girl cocked her head to the side. "That's nice for you. Can I see her?"

"Hell no, you can't." He pushed her back into the crowd. "Just sit tight and wait for autographs like everyone else."

The girl struggled but to no avail. The security guard was twice her size and had brought in two similarly sized reinforcements. There was no way she was getting in.

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Someone opened the door and held it open while speaking to the security guards. Unseen by them, the girl jumped the barrier, dove through the legs of the guy at the door, jumped to her feet and hit the ground running. The guards were onto her in a flash, but she had a small start. She'd run about fifty yards before they caught her and dragged her to the ground, pinning her arms and legs.

"Let go!" she screamed. "Lita! Lita!"

* * * *

In the locker room, Lita and The Hardy Boyz were getting ready for their six-person tag match against Right To Censor.

Matt stepped behind Lita and put his hand on her back. "Ready to roll?"

Lita smiled. "You bet."

Jeff joined them as they left the room and started down the hall. Lita suddenly stopped. "Hold up guys. I think I hear something."

She turned back and followed the sound until she found the security guards, who were lugging the still-struggling girl towards the door.

"Is that some obsessed fan or something?" Lita asked.

At the sound of her voice everyone stopped.

The girl twisted her head to face Lita as best she could. "Lita! It's me! Angel!"

"Angel?" Lita asked, frowning. "Angel as in Angel Torres, Angel?"

"Yeah. I came to surprise you."

"No kidding. You guys, you can let her go. She's my cousin."

"Like I told you," Angel said, taking the opportunity to shove the guards a little. The guards withdrew and returned to the door. Angel looked at her cousin and smiled meekly. "Surprise."

Lita grinned and hugged her. "Angel, girl. How long's it been?"

Angel's reply was lost as the two hugged. Lita pulled back. "Listen, girl, I have a match right now, but why don't you accompany me to ringside? I'll have to check with Matt and Jeff but I'm sure they'll be cool with it."

Angel grinned. "That'd be awesome."

* * * *

The Hardy Boyz' music hit and the crowd went nuts. On the ramp, Matt, Jeff and Lita moved their bodies in time with the music while Angel stood unmoving behind Lita, following her down. She'd removed her jacket and was now wearing a figure-hugging tank top with her black commando pants.

The ring announcer's voice came through the speakers. "The following six person intergender tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Angel Torres, from Cameron, North Carolina, Lita, with Matt and Jeff, The Hardy Boyz." Matt and Jeff patted Angel on the back and entered the ring.

Lita pulled Angel in and whispered in her ear, "You can sit over there." Then she gripped her cousin's palm and followed her partners, who were posing on the turnbuckles. Angel started walking to the seat Lita had pointed out as the announcer spoke again.

"And their opponents, members of Right To Censor, being accompanied by Steven Richards, Ivory, Bull Buchanan and the Goodfather."

Angel took her seat near the announcers' table as four people wearing white shirts, ties and black pants started down the ramp.

"Hey! Hey valet girl!"

Angel turned to see one of the announcers addressing her. "Me?"

"Yeah, you. Come over here."

Angel got up and sat next to the announcer with blonde tips. The other one was talking.

"Your name's Devil, right?"

"Angel."

"Right, little Devil. I'm Tazz and this is my good buddy M.C."

"Michael Cole," he introduced himself.

"As we look to Jeff Hardy and the Goodfather to start us off, we've got Lita's cousin Devil joining us at ringside."

"It's Angel."

"He knows, he's just trying to get at you," Michael Cole explained. "Angel, as we see a nice sidewalk slam by the Goodfather on Jeff Hardy, I can't help but notice you have an accent."

"Yeah, I'm from Australia."

"An Aussie Devil, huh?" Tazz noted. "Hey, maybe we're related."

"Jeff Hardy off the ropes, double clothesline and they're both down. Tag in Lita, tag in Ivory. Suplex by Ivory. Speaking of that, Angel, I didn't now Lita was Australian."

"She's not. I'm from Florida, too. I moved to Australia when I was ten. Boring story."

"Hey, we just like listening to you talk. Lita hits the Twist of Fate on Ivory. She goes for the cover but the ref is distracted by the RTC corner. Back in the mix now and Ivory kicks out on two."

"Hey!" Angel cried. "Did you see that? Lita would have had her."

"You haven't seen much wrestling, have you, Little Devil?"

"No, but how is that legal?"

Tazz laughed. "You know, Little Devil. You've got a lot to learn."

"As Lita tags Matt Hardy. Ivory reaches her corner, tags in Bull Buchanan. Bull hits the powerslam on Matt Hardy, goes for the cover, one, two, oh Matt just lifted his shoulder in time. Matt gets to his feet. Bull Buchanan sets up for a belly to belly suplex, reversal by Matt Hardy, Buchanan goes flying towards the corner, but the ref's there and they're both down. And what's this?"

"It's Steven Richards, M.C."

"Steven Richards pulls Matt Hardy down to the floor, but it's Jeff Hardy from the top rope, knocking both Matt and Steven down."

"What the hell?" Angel cried, leaping to her feet. "They're cheating!"

Tazz laughed again. "Sit down, Little Devil."

Angel ignored him. She walked over to the corner where the ref was still lying face down and slapped him. His eyes shot open and he was on his feet.

"Can't you see what's going on? They're cheating!"

"Sit down. I'll watch what's in the ring, you go sit down."

"But that guy…"

"I'm in charge here. Sit down."

"But…"

"Sit down or you're out of here."

"Fine." Scowling, she returned to her seat.

"And we're back with Angel Torres as Bull Buchanan takes on Jeff Hardy. Matt sets up for the Poetry in Motion. Jeff got him. He's climbing the ropes, probably looking for the Swanton Bomb."

"That guy's up to something," Angel said. "I'll be right back." She grabbed her chair and started after Steven. In the same second, Steven grabbed Jeff's legs, pulling him down on the turnbuckle, and Angel hit Steven across the head with the chair, causing him to slam into the steel steps.

"Take that, you jerk."

Jeff Hardy slipped off the turnbuckle and onto Buchanan for the unconscious cover, but somehow Bull kicked out on two. As they both struggled to their respective corners, Angel continued to pound Steven with the chair.

"Get away from him!"

Angel spun to face Ivory. "Oh, you want some too, huh? Bring it on, baby."

Back in the ring, Matt hit the leg drop and tagged in Lita for the moonsault.

The ref counted one…two…three.

"Here are you winners…" the announcer started as Angel raised the chair over her head and Ivory charged at her. Angel swung the chair but Ivory caught it and twisted it, forcing Angel to drop it. Just as Ivory was about to swing, both Matt and Jeff flew from the top rope, into Ivory. As Matt made sure Ivory was down, Jeff grabbed Angel and carried her, struggling, up the ramp.

"You're crazy!" he cried.

"That guy had it coming."

* * * *

Earlier in the night, Ivory had challenged an injured Chyna to a Royal Rumble match for the Women's title. Chyna didn't answer the challenge.

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