Title: Can't Leave You
Author: Katie
E-mail: Lilian/Randy, Lita/Cena
Disclaimer: All characters belong to WWE. No harm is intended.
Rating: R/M for language and violence
Spoilers: Around Vengeance 2006, though I am changing a few things.
Summary: An unprovoked attack…
Notes: Just an idea floating around in my head…
Lilian Garcia sighed nervously, watching as the person she was supposed to interview walked down to the aisle to the ring. She wasn't sure why she had been given this assignment, but she understood that there was a need to do her job. Granted, she and this person were not enemies. They had once been pretty close, then things had happened where they drifted apart.
Still, Lilian respected Lita for being able to persevere through what she had gone through this past year. Many people were quick to judge the redhead for the affair she had with Edge and jump on the Matt Hardy bandwagon. They seemed to forget that Matt was the one who left Lita out to dry during a match. They also didn't know what Matt did to Lita when they weren't on the screen…
Lilian watched as Lita stepped into the ring, meeting Lilian's eyes briefly before going to glare at a drunken guy in the front row who decided it would be fun to call the redhead a slut. Without a second glance, Lita stepped up to Lilian.
The blonde took a deep breath, contemplating how to ask her first question. "Lita, we heard from Paul Heyman earlier tonight that Edge and Randy Orton will take on the team of RVD and Kurt Angle tomorrow on ECW on Sci-Fi. What are your thoughts on this?'
"Well, Lilian, Paul Heyman thinks he's putting my man Edge and Orton at a disadvantage tomorrow night. However, we are ready to bring the hardcore and win that match, just like Edge will beat Rob Van Dam for the WWE Championship Sunday at Vengeance to become the two-time WWE Champion." Lita glared at the guy in the crowd once again, who had thought it would be fun to try to start a 'She's a crack whore' chant. Luckily, the chant didn't pick up, much to Lita's relief.
Lilian winced as a painful spasm shot through her sprained wrist. This happened once and awhile ever since Charlie Haas had inadvertently knocked her off the ring apron, and now wasn't the ideal time for one of those spasms. Lita glanced at her worriedly as the blonde set aside the pain and asked, "What are your strategies for this Sunday? Do you and Edge have a plan?"
Before Lita could answer, however, Paul Heyman's voice cut throughout the arena. "Strategies? How can she think of strategies when Edge is facing the ECW World Champion, Mr. Pay Per View himself, Rob Van Dam?" Lilian and Lita looked up at the Titantron, seeing Paul Heyman standing in the backstage area, a smirk on his face. Before Lita could answer, Heyman added, "RVD is an ECW competitor and the most unorthodox competitor in this industry. How do you prepare for that?"
"It doesn't matter to you, Paul. All that matters is that when the smoke clears, when that final bell rings, Lilian will be announcing Edge as the new WWE Champion," Lita replied back.
Heyman feigned surprise at her words, then laughed. "But Lita… my dear Lita. You seem to forget that in ECW, we always come prepared. Yeah, it may not be fair, but we have each others backs. Throughout the violence, the anger, the fights, there is still respect and unity in that locker room. There are always guys ready to get involved at the snap of a finger. There are always guys ready to surround that ring, to take out whoever needs to be taken out. Kinda like…" Heyman paused, smirking as he pointed to the ring, "Well, kinda like now."
Lita and Lilian looked, watching numbly as several ECW members came through the crowd… Kurt Angle… Rob Van Dam… Big Show… Sandman… Tommy Dreamer… Taz… Balls Mahoney… Sabu… and several others that they weren't sure of.
Lita snatched the microphone from Lilian, stepping in front of the blonde. "Go ahead, Heyman! Sick your little bastards on me! Edge and Foley will be out here before any damage is done, so go ahead." Again Heyman laughed. "What's so damn funny?" Lita asked hotly, trying to slow her rapidly beating heart.
Heyman wiped his eyes before replying. "Well, you see, Lita… I kinda expected that. So… a few of my rebels took the honor of making sure Edge and Foley were… shall we say, incapacitated." With that, the camera panned back, revealing Edge and Foley laying in a bloody heap in a hallway, knocked out.
Lita swallowed nervously, knowing that she was in deep shit, glancing at Lilian as the members of ECW climbed on the apron. The blonde looked terrified as she glanced at the wrestlers. Sandman armed with a Singapore cane, Dreamer with a kendo stick, Balls Mahoney with a steel chair. Lilian looked at Lita, terrified.
"Get out of here, Lil," Lita hissed, stepping in front of the blonde, trying to shield her from the ECW wrestlers' views. Kurt Angle was looking at her hungrily. Lita could almost feel the Olympic Champion's intensity as he looked at her, probably thinking at how fun it would be to try to snap the redhead's ankle in two.
"No," Lilian whispered. Lita glanced at her sharply over her shoulder as the ECW wrestlers entered the ring, cutting off any possible exit there had been. "I can't just leave you here… I can't."
"Lilian, please just get the hell out of here, please," Lita yelled, her last word accompanied by a scream as Sandman grabbed the redhead by the hair, tossing her easily to Angle. Angle grabbed Lita, holding her back as Sandman advanced slowly on Lilian. The blonde backed away, trying not to show how scared she was. Sandman had a somewhat maniacal look on his face as Lita furiously struggled to break free of the hold Angle had on her. Lilian kept moving backwards until she backed into a solid chest.
She turned, very afraid, to see who she bumped into. She screamed when half a second after looking into the massive chest of Big Show his huge hand wrapped around her throat. Without thinking, Lilian did the one thing she thought that would make the big man let go.
Rearing back, she kicked him as hard as possible between the legs, grabbing her throat as he let go suddenly, dropping to his knees with a cry of rage. Everyone in the ring and arena was silent for a moment, shocked that the little blonde had actually had the guts to do that to the Big Show.
Then, all hell broke loose.
Lilian screamed in pain when the kendo stick Dreamer was holding suddenly connected with her side. She dropped to her knees, again crying out when the stick struck her side, this time in between her shoulder blades. Lilian fell face first to the mat, thinking briefly that it was probably a good idea to wear pants tonight. She tried to crawl away, only to yelp when someone stepped on her already sprained wrist, hearing the bones crack at the contact. The blonde fell to her side, cradling her injured wrist to her stomach as she looked at Rob Van Dam with tear filled eyes. The man who had possibly just broken her wrist… the same Rob Van Dam she had once considered her friend.
"Stop it, damn it!" Lita yelled, falling to her knees as Angle let go of her. "Leave her alone!" Lita crawled over to Lilian, covering the small blonde with her body. Lita cried out in pain when Sandman's Singapore cane came down across the back of her head. Lita's vision blurred immediately and there was a wetness trickling down the back of her head, but still she refused to move from over Lilian.
However, her blurred vision was a major downfall when stars formed before the redhead's eyes as a hand wrapped in her hair, yanking her forcefully off of Lilian. She barely had time to blink as Taz shoved her straight into Angle, who delivered a crushing Angle Slam. Lita laid on the mat, obviously dazed and very out of it.
Big Show stood, still in pain as he glared at the blonde laying on the mat. With a roar, he reached down, grabbing Lilian by the throat as he pulled her up with one hand. Lilian struggled to stand, holding Big Show's arm with her right arm, her broken left wrist dangling limply at her side as her knees gave out on her. The Big Show easily lifted her in the air with one arm, slamming her down to the mat a second later in a bone crunching chokeslam.
He reached down, obviously planning on once again delivering a chokeslam. However, a cheer broke out from the crowd as the entire locker room emptied. Lita shook her head, still dazed as she managed to crawl over to Lilian, wearily collapsing beside the blonde sprawled in the corner. "I'm sorry, Lil, I'm so sorry," Lita murmured, tears falling from her eyes.
Lita watched numbly as the WWE superstars battled the ECW wrestlers, quickly gaining the upper hand and sending the ECW wrestlers reeling through the crowd. She watched as John Cena went directly after Sabu, sending the wrestler tearing off through the crowd, wanting no part of the younger superstar. She saw Shawn Michaels pick up the Singapore Cane Sandman had abandoned in his haste to get away and started striking any ECW competitor in sight as Triple H pedigreed Taz. She watched Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin get cut off as they tried to get to Lilian, battling Angle and getting the upper hand. She watched as Randy Orton swung a chair, hitting Big Show directly between the eyes. The monster dropped to one knee, falling backwards when Orton swung again, once again connecting with Show's head. He dropped the chair, falling to his knees next to Lilian and Lita.
"Oh, God… Jesus Christ," Randy murmured. "Are you girls okay?"
"Don't worry about me, check on her," Lita told Randy, gesturing to Lilian. She sat back on her heels, allowing Randy to move closer to the blonde. Randy placed his hand on Lilian's cheek, trying to gently will the blonde back into consciousness.
Lita rolled out of the ring, her knees shaking as she observed the scene. All of ECW had abandoned the ring, save for Big Show, who was laying on the mat, knocked out thanks to Randy Orton and Taz, who was being unceremoniously dumped out of the ring by Triple H. She looked at the WWE Superstars, relieved that they had come out to save them… even if it had been a few minutes late. Lita backed up, hearing the voice of senior referee Mike Chioda as she did so.
"Lita… let us help you," Mike softly pleaded with the redhead. Again, she shook her head, gesturing to the ring where Lilian was laying. She saw the blonde's lips moving but didn't know what she was saying. "Lilian's being taken care of, Lita. Let me help you, okay?"
Mike placed a hand on her arm lightly, but the redhead pulled her arm away, running to the backstage area without looking back.
End Part 1