Xtreme Revolution

Prologue

Lita grinned to herself as she walked toward her locker room. 'Twenty days,' she told herself. 'Me versus Molly for the Women's Championship.' She couldn't help the excitement that coursed through her veins. At the upcoming PPV, she would become a two-time Women's Champion. 'Don't get too cocky,' she scolded herself, 'Molly's a hard girl to beat,' she thought, and then shook her head. She had waited too long for this title shot to be deterred from her path from something as simple as misplaced arrogance.

"Guess who?" Lita was interrupted from her thoughts as two hands clamped over her eyes. The redhead paused as the breeze of the person's movement hit her. She closed her eyes, and then opened them quickly, still seeing the cracked darkness from her blocked view. Was she dreaming? Because that smell, that aurora, it seemed so much like—

"Jeff?" she cried aloud, and the hands disappeared from her eyes. She whirled around, and gasped in surprise, seeing the one and only Jeff Hardy behind her. Grinning from ear to ear, she jumped into a tight hug. "I haven't talked to you in forever! I missed you so much!" she exclaimed, and then pulled away from him, studying him intently. He hadn't changed much, his hair currently a light shade of blue, his eyes a tad darker shade of green and the same lilt to his smile that made him so endearing and lovable. "What are you doing here?" she asked, a smile still on her face.

"I'm back in the WWE," he told her, and she nearly shrieked, pulling him into another hug. He grinned at her reaction.

"W-Wha… I'm speechless," she told him, letting out a laugh. "What made you come back?" she asked him.

Jeff looked at her for a moment, trying to decide how to word his reply. "Maybe its best if we talk inside," he said finally, gesturing toward the door to her locker room. Looking slightly confused and suspicious, Lita opened the door.

"You want to bring back Team Xtreme?" Lita echoed minutes later, her expression incredulous. She made noises to speak, but no words formed. Shock settled in quickly.

Jeff looked at her, running his tongue over his lips, his eyes on hers. He wasn't sure how she would feel about rejoining the Team, and he was nervous to find out. It was nearly three months after Matt Hardy had pretended to propose to the redhead, only for her to find out that he was playing her—in a twisted plan that nearly cost Lita her job. Jeff hoped that the event had gone into the past for both his brother and his best friend, but his instinct told him that the wounds were still raw for Lita, in the least. It made him sick to think of the pain his brother had caused Lita, but nonetheless…Matt was still his brother. He pursed his lips and looked at Lita. "I talked to Vince… The show's ratings have dropped for the last two years, and he's been trying new things for the past year, but they haven't help. He's decided to try and bring back the old days: less promos, more matches."

"And Team Xtreme," Lita finished, still shocked.

"Yeah," Jeff confirmed, and let out a breath. "I know you and my brother have had your problems since I've left, but I was hoping you two could forgive each other, or at least work together. RAW needs Team Xtreme, Lita… I need Team Xtreme. You know I've been a wreck the last couple months. This could really help me, Li." Lita stood suddenly, pacing across the locker room. Jeff stood and walked toward the door as the redhead brooded. He knew she needed time to think on her own. "I'm not trying to force you into a decision. I can give you some time to think about it…" he opened the door. Lita walked over to him, holding the door open for him as he took a step back.

"Jeff?" she said, meeting his eyes.

"Yes?"

"I don't need time to think," she told him, her gaze skirting to the floor.

"You'll do it?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

"I'm sorry, Jeff," she said, her voice earnest. Lita looked him in the eye once more. "I want to help you, but I can't bring back Team Xtreme. Matt hurt me more than I realized he did. I have barely started getting over him. I'm trying to dig myself out of the pit of emotion that is Matt Hardy, and having contact with him is not going to help. I'm really sorry Jeff, but I have to say no."

"Lita—" he tried to intervene.

"I cannot," she interrupted, her voice firm but desperate for him to understand, "work with Matthew Moore Hardy ever again."

Jeff was still staring at her, crestfallen, as she shut the door. After a few moments, he turned, and headed down the hallway slowly.

This would be harder than he thought.

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