Title: Fully Loaded, 2000.
Author: Jadedvixen. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Author's Note: This is my first WWE fanfic - and I'm pretty proud of it! ^_^ The only thing I need to comment on is the timeline is slightly muffled.. I know Lita and Matt begun "dating" early 2001. But in this fic, they were already seeing each other during the time of this match.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Jeff or Lita. Vince McMahon does. If it were me, you could bet that they would be together already! Or.. I'd just take Jeff for myself. Either way - I'd be happy!
Summery: Jeff, Lita and Matt reflect on their intergender 6 man tag team match at Fully Loaded, 2000.
Rating: Mmm.. probably PG to be on the safe side. Light swearing.
TimeLine: 2000 - Fully Loaded.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
***
I know what she'd say. She'd say that she didn't want any help from us... that she could do it on her own. She always wanted to prove that she wasn't like every other WWE Diva - that she actually could wrestle and that she didn't need to stand behind any man.
Even knowing all that, I couldn't just stand behind those ropes. I couldn't just stand there and let Albert loose on her. I wouldn't do it normally, and I wasn't going to do it now, especially with her being in the condition she was.
Big, purple bruises ran down the side of her back - signifying the horrifying fall through a table, from the top of a ladder, she had endured earlier this week. Even in if she was in top condition, I would be out there helping her. Tonight, she's hurt and vulnerable. There's absolutely no way in the world I was going to let her face that huge monster by herself.
The script only called for him to corner her, pick her up and give her a powerbomb. Then Matt would rush in to save her from any further beating. But I just couldn't let it happen. One powerbomb might be too damn painfull for her.
If she was in her usual, strong, healthy condition, then it wouldn't be a problem. She could take the bump and everything would be fine. But tonight, she wasn't 100%. And I wasn't going to allow anything more to happen to her.
I jump into the ring, and swing at Albert. My fist connects with his head, and I can tell by the look on his face that he's wondering what I'm doing. Matt's supposed to be the one to stop him, and that's after he gives Lita the powerbomb. Soon there's another pair of fists punching at his huge body. Matt is also in the ring, pounding into Albert. He must've decided it'd look better if he helped take out Albert as well. I roll out of the ring quickly, letting him finish Albert off. As I walk back to my place on the apron, my head begins to spin with many whirling thoughts.
I shouldn't have rushed into the ring like that, trying to save her. Not only would she be angry at me for trying to play the "typical hero", but I'm sure I also managed to piss off the writers as well.
They hate the fact that I'm always the first one to go out there and help her, when according to the script, it should be Matt. After all, he is her boyfriend.
I have to keep reminding myself that when we're in the ring, I'm not supposed to care that much about Lita. Sure, she's a friend - but I can't go around saving her when she needs the help, or tending to her when she's hurt. That's Matt's job. That's what the loving boyfriend is supposed to do.
The match moves on quickly, and soon enough Lita manages to pin Trish for the three count. Her celebration is short lived though, as Albert clotheslines her from the back.
As Matt and I rush into the ring to help, we're both attacked by Test and Albert. The last thing I remember is Test's huge boot connecting with my chin. Then I'm down on the mat, the pain in my jaw throbbing. Anyone who says that Wrestling is all fake, and that no one gets hurt is insane. Although everything is rehearsed, and produced so that minimum contact is made during the moves, it still hurts. It still hurts like crazy.
My eyes are closed tightly, and I'm still kind of dazed from the kick. Then my eyes fly open at the sound of her voice. At the sound of her screams. The sound of Lita screaming fills my head.
Shit. I hate this part. This is all real. The bruises on her back, the belt hitting her bare skin.. it's all real. The pain is strong, and she is weak from the effort she put into the match.
More screaming. I turn my head, still lying on the mat, and look at her. She's writhing in pain, trying to escape Trish's torture. This is too much. I can't just lie here and watch this.
I get up slowly, and run at Test. It's too late though, they've fled the ring. They've done what they were supposed to do.
She's lying in the middle of the ring. I touch her shoulder carefully.
"You okay?" I whisper in her ear.
She nods her head, and I gently roll her out of the ring. Taking her in my arms, leaning all her weight on me, we begin to walk away from the ring.
Sometimes, being beaten on is worth it for times like this. Times when I can just hold her in my arms, and not have to worry that Matt - or anyone else - are thinking about what my intentions are.
In no time at all, Matt places a hand on her arm, and suddenly she's not leaning on me anymore, but on him. They're walking up the ramp together, heads resting against one another. And I'm walking alone.
Fans from the crowd reach for me, and I offer them high-fives and shakes as I pass them by. I could never just walk past a fan, ignoring them. So I'll reach back to them. But all I can see is her, holding his hand.
The adrenaline from the fight is fading now, and all I'm left with is this pain that throbs in my jaw, and in my heart.
Author: Jadedvixen. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Author's Note: This is my first WWE fanfic - and I'm pretty proud of it! ^_^ The only thing I need to comment on is the timeline is slightly muffled.. I know Lita and Matt begun "dating" early 2001. But in this fic, they were already seeing each other during the time of this match.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Jeff or Lita. Vince McMahon does. If it were me, you could bet that they would be together already! Or.. I'd just take Jeff for myself. Either way - I'd be happy!
Summery: Jeff, Lita and Matt reflect on their intergender 6 man tag team match at Fully Loaded, 2000.
Rating: Mmm.. probably PG to be on the safe side. Light swearing.
TimeLine: 2000 - Fully Loaded.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
***
I know what she'd say. She'd say that she didn't want any help from us... that she could do it on her own. She always wanted to prove that she wasn't like every other WWE Diva - that she actually could wrestle and that she didn't need to stand behind any man.
Even knowing all that, I couldn't just stand behind those ropes. I couldn't just stand there and let Albert loose on her. I wouldn't do it normally, and I wasn't going to do it now, especially with her being in the condition she was.
Big, purple bruises ran down the side of her back - signifying the horrifying fall through a table, from the top of a ladder, she had endured earlier this week. Even in if she was in top condition, I would be out there helping her. Tonight, she's hurt and vulnerable. There's absolutely no way in the world I was going to let her face that huge monster by herself.
The script only called for him to corner her, pick her up and give her a powerbomb. Then Matt would rush in to save her from any further beating. But I just couldn't let it happen. One powerbomb might be too damn painfull for her.
If she was in her usual, strong, healthy condition, then it wouldn't be a problem. She could take the bump and everything would be fine. But tonight, she wasn't 100%. And I wasn't going to allow anything more to happen to her.
I jump into the ring, and swing at Albert. My fist connects with his head, and I can tell by the look on his face that he's wondering what I'm doing. Matt's supposed to be the one to stop him, and that's after he gives Lita the powerbomb. Soon there's another pair of fists punching at his huge body. Matt is also in the ring, pounding into Albert. He must've decided it'd look better if he helped take out Albert as well. I roll out of the ring quickly, letting him finish Albert off. As I walk back to my place on the apron, my head begins to spin with many whirling thoughts.
I shouldn't have rushed into the ring like that, trying to save her. Not only would she be angry at me for trying to play the "typical hero", but I'm sure I also managed to piss off the writers as well.
They hate the fact that I'm always the first one to go out there and help her, when according to the script, it should be Matt. After all, he is her boyfriend.
I have to keep reminding myself that when we're in the ring, I'm not supposed to care that much about Lita. Sure, she's a friend - but I can't go around saving her when she needs the help, or tending to her when she's hurt. That's Matt's job. That's what the loving boyfriend is supposed to do.
The match moves on quickly, and soon enough Lita manages to pin Trish for the three count. Her celebration is short lived though, as Albert clotheslines her from the back.
As Matt and I rush into the ring to help, we're both attacked by Test and Albert. The last thing I remember is Test's huge boot connecting with my chin. Then I'm down on the mat, the pain in my jaw throbbing. Anyone who says that Wrestling is all fake, and that no one gets hurt is insane. Although everything is rehearsed, and produced so that minimum contact is made during the moves, it still hurts. It still hurts like crazy.
My eyes are closed tightly, and I'm still kind of dazed from the kick. Then my eyes fly open at the sound of her voice. At the sound of her screams. The sound of Lita screaming fills my head.
Shit. I hate this part. This is all real. The bruises on her back, the belt hitting her bare skin.. it's all real. The pain is strong, and she is weak from the effort she put into the match.
More screaming. I turn my head, still lying on the mat, and look at her. She's writhing in pain, trying to escape Trish's torture. This is too much. I can't just lie here and watch this.
I get up slowly, and run at Test. It's too late though, they've fled the ring. They've done what they were supposed to do.
She's lying in the middle of the ring. I touch her shoulder carefully.
"You okay?" I whisper in her ear.
She nods her head, and I gently roll her out of the ring. Taking her in my arms, leaning all her weight on me, we begin to walk away from the ring.
Sometimes, being beaten on is worth it for times like this. Times when I can just hold her in my arms, and not have to worry that Matt - or anyone else - are thinking about what my intentions are.
In no time at all, Matt places a hand on her arm, and suddenly she's not leaning on me anymore, but on him. They're walking up the ramp together, heads resting against one another. And I'm walking alone.
Fans from the crowd reach for me, and I offer them high-fives and shakes as I pass them by. I could never just walk past a fan, ignoring them. So I'll reach back to them. But all I can see is her, holding his hand.
The adrenaline from the fight is fading now, and all I'm left with is this pain that throbs in my jaw, and in my heart.