A/N: My first wrestling fic, please R & R, even if you think it's no good.
I know that the pairing is kind of un-thought of, but it just wouldn't
leave me alone until I wrote it, so thanks to SouthernersCanWrestle, one of
my fav authors and please people, let me know what you think.
Part 1.
"Hey Lita." The red haired diva turned at the sound of her name. "Welcome back."
"Thank you." She answered, finding that she had to look up to see the face of the man speaking to her.
"I don't think we were ever introduced. Bill Goldberg." He offered his hand to shake.
"I know who you are." She told him, absently brushing several stray strands of hair back from her face.
"Thanks again, for the 'welcome back'."
"Some people giving you a hard time?" He asked, concerned.
"Just the same old, same old. I guess I'd forgotten just how competitive it is behind the scenes."
"Yeah, I know the feeling." Goldberg agreed.
"See that's where we're different. You get pissed off with someone and you Spear them, or Jackhammer them. When I get pissed off with someone I have to cop it sweet like a little girly-girl."
"You don't cop it sweet and you know it." He teased, unsure why he was so busy flirting with this woman he didn't even know.
"You're probably right." She smiled at him.
"I'm just heading out for a drink." Goldberg told her. "Do you want to join me?"
"Yeah, that sounds good." She agreed, falling into step beside him.
*******
"What are you having?" He asked, as they both sat down at the bar.
"Glass of red." She answered, not wanting anything too strong.
"What she said, and I'll have a beer." He told the barkeeper.
"Coming up."
"Does this make us both sad individuals, sitting at a bar, with our drinks?" He asked.
Lita smiled. "No, we're not sad, if we were both... I don't know, desperate and dateless, then that would be sad."
"How do you know we both aren't?"
"I know I'm not and."
"Call me Bill." He told her, "It gets less attention."
"Well, I don't think you are either. I mean you managed to convince me to come out for a drink, didn't you?"
He smiled at her. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a great sense of humor?"
"No, they just tend to laugh a lot when I talk. Sometimes I don't know whether or not I should be insulted." Seeing the look on his face, she quickly added. "That was a joke. You know people never laugh when I joke around." She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip.
"I'm glad I asked you. I hate drinking alone."
Lita laughed. "I can't imagine that happens very often."
"You'd be surprised. I wouldn't think you'd be alone much either, you seem to have a lot of friends in this business." Bill told her.
"Most people are great, Trish, Steve Austin, Tommy, Rob. I've worked with so many of them for such a long time that coming back to the WWE is like coming home, but then, it's just never a happy home, people are always out to get you."
"With girls like Molly and Gail running around trying to smash you up." He smiled, trying come from her perspective.
"I told my sports psychologist that and she thought I was paraniod. Seriously though, it's not that I even care about what they do to me, it's just that they'll go and attack other people, you know 'to get their point across.'" Lita shook her head, clearly angry.
"Like Kane you mean?"
"I've known Kane for a long time, and none of this is like him. People keep blaming Steve for it all, but all of this has only come out of his since Bishoff made that match, the one where if he lost he had to take his mask off. It was how he kept his annonymity, it's how he hid parts of him from the world. It was his way of hiding. Losing that security would be have been so hard from him. Kane was always one for privacy and keeping a low profile.Taking that away from him would be like telling Eric he could never get laid again, or Trish that she was never allowed to buy shoes."
"What would it be like telling you?" Bill asked, curious for a little insight into the gorgeous, smart, funny woman sitting beside him.
"For me? It's be like telling me that I could never see Lulu or Jeff or the rest of my family again." She answered honestly.
"Jeff Hardy?" He asked.
"He like my little brother. All the time I was in rehab he was there for me. For so long he and Lulu were the only constants in my life."
"Who's Lulu?" He watched as she blushed and looked at the floor for a moment.
"Lulu is my dog. It's pretty sad." She smiled at the thought of the pair of them.
"How is that sad? I had a dog for ages while I was growing up. His name was Rex, he was a German Shepherd. What sort of a dog is your Lulu?"
"She's an American Cocker Spaniel. I've had her for about three years now. I walked past a pet shop in Chicago, and I fell in love with her. Everyone I know tell me I'm too soft."
"It must be nice to have something to go home to." He said wistfully.
"She's not at 'home'. At the moment she's in kennels in Florida. She stays there until the night before I fly in, then someone usually picks her up and takes her to my place. We love being at the house together."
"You didn't say home." He observed.
"Still getting used to where I'm spending most of my off time. I was living in North Carolina for a long time, and then in Virginia, so in a lot of ways those places are still home for me. But sometimes things change. I love being back in Florida though, it's closer to my parents, where I grew up, all that sort of thing."
"Sounds nice, where in Florida are you?"
"Fort Lauderdale, where it's really residential, sort of out in the open, lots of parks and places to go jogging. It's beautiful."
"Miami, Florida. It's where I live."
"I thought you lived in Atlanta." Lita told him.
That's about where I'm from." He admitted.
She laughed. "We'll probably get some of the same flights back to Florida."
"Yeah, that sounds fairly reasonable." He nodded.
"I don't know about you, but I shouldn't have another drink. I had a couple after the show with Trish and Stacy." Lita told him as the bartender approached them. "Do you want to get some coffee?"
"Sounds good." He nodded, falling into step beside her as they walked out of the bar and into the 'cafe' section, to order what Lita called 'coffee flavored sugar hits.'
*********
"So I should probably walk you up to your room." Goldberg told her as they approached the elevator. "If you like."
"What floor are you on?'
"Four." She told him. "Room 306."
*******
At the door, the pair stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to say, or do.
"So, uh, I had fun tonight." Goldberg told her.
"Yeah, me too." Lita answered, then, as a spur of the moment gesture spoke again. "Would you like to come in?"
He nodded slowly. "Yeah that would be..."
Not thinking, she reached up and kissed him.
As they broke away, he blinked at her.
She smiled, "I couldn't think of any other way to stop you talking."
"It worked."
"Then why are you still..." She was silenced as he leaned down to kiss her. Unconciously she leaned against him, feeling his muscles beneath his clothes. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
Still kissing him, Lita locked her legs around his waist, and Bill shoved the door closed as he carried her inside.
Part 1.
"Hey Lita." The red haired diva turned at the sound of her name. "Welcome back."
"Thank you." She answered, finding that she had to look up to see the face of the man speaking to her.
"I don't think we were ever introduced. Bill Goldberg." He offered his hand to shake.
"I know who you are." She told him, absently brushing several stray strands of hair back from her face.
"Thanks again, for the 'welcome back'."
"Some people giving you a hard time?" He asked, concerned.
"Just the same old, same old. I guess I'd forgotten just how competitive it is behind the scenes."
"Yeah, I know the feeling." Goldberg agreed.
"See that's where we're different. You get pissed off with someone and you Spear them, or Jackhammer them. When I get pissed off with someone I have to cop it sweet like a little girly-girl."
"You don't cop it sweet and you know it." He teased, unsure why he was so busy flirting with this woman he didn't even know.
"You're probably right." She smiled at him.
"I'm just heading out for a drink." Goldberg told her. "Do you want to join me?"
"Yeah, that sounds good." She agreed, falling into step beside him.
*******
"What are you having?" He asked, as they both sat down at the bar.
"Glass of red." She answered, not wanting anything too strong.
"What she said, and I'll have a beer." He told the barkeeper.
"Coming up."
"Does this make us both sad individuals, sitting at a bar, with our drinks?" He asked.
Lita smiled. "No, we're not sad, if we were both... I don't know, desperate and dateless, then that would be sad."
"How do you know we both aren't?"
"I know I'm not and."
"Call me Bill." He told her, "It gets less attention."
"Well, I don't think you are either. I mean you managed to convince me to come out for a drink, didn't you?"
He smiled at her. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a great sense of humor?"
"No, they just tend to laugh a lot when I talk. Sometimes I don't know whether or not I should be insulted." Seeing the look on his face, she quickly added. "That was a joke. You know people never laugh when I joke around." She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip.
"I'm glad I asked you. I hate drinking alone."
Lita laughed. "I can't imagine that happens very often."
"You'd be surprised. I wouldn't think you'd be alone much either, you seem to have a lot of friends in this business." Bill told her.
"Most people are great, Trish, Steve Austin, Tommy, Rob. I've worked with so many of them for such a long time that coming back to the WWE is like coming home, but then, it's just never a happy home, people are always out to get you."
"With girls like Molly and Gail running around trying to smash you up." He smiled, trying come from her perspective.
"I told my sports psychologist that and she thought I was paraniod. Seriously though, it's not that I even care about what they do to me, it's just that they'll go and attack other people, you know 'to get their point across.'" Lita shook her head, clearly angry.
"Like Kane you mean?"
"I've known Kane for a long time, and none of this is like him. People keep blaming Steve for it all, but all of this has only come out of his since Bishoff made that match, the one where if he lost he had to take his mask off. It was how he kept his annonymity, it's how he hid parts of him from the world. It was his way of hiding. Losing that security would be have been so hard from him. Kane was always one for privacy and keeping a low profile.Taking that away from him would be like telling Eric he could never get laid again, or Trish that she was never allowed to buy shoes."
"What would it be like telling you?" Bill asked, curious for a little insight into the gorgeous, smart, funny woman sitting beside him.
"For me? It's be like telling me that I could never see Lulu or Jeff or the rest of my family again." She answered honestly.
"Jeff Hardy?" He asked.
"He like my little brother. All the time I was in rehab he was there for me. For so long he and Lulu were the only constants in my life."
"Who's Lulu?" He watched as she blushed and looked at the floor for a moment.
"Lulu is my dog. It's pretty sad." She smiled at the thought of the pair of them.
"How is that sad? I had a dog for ages while I was growing up. His name was Rex, he was a German Shepherd. What sort of a dog is your Lulu?"
"She's an American Cocker Spaniel. I've had her for about three years now. I walked past a pet shop in Chicago, and I fell in love with her. Everyone I know tell me I'm too soft."
"It must be nice to have something to go home to." He said wistfully.
"She's not at 'home'. At the moment she's in kennels in Florida. She stays there until the night before I fly in, then someone usually picks her up and takes her to my place. We love being at the house together."
"You didn't say home." He observed.
"Still getting used to where I'm spending most of my off time. I was living in North Carolina for a long time, and then in Virginia, so in a lot of ways those places are still home for me. But sometimes things change. I love being back in Florida though, it's closer to my parents, where I grew up, all that sort of thing."
"Sounds nice, where in Florida are you?"
"Fort Lauderdale, where it's really residential, sort of out in the open, lots of parks and places to go jogging. It's beautiful."
"Miami, Florida. It's where I live."
"I thought you lived in Atlanta." Lita told him.
That's about where I'm from." He admitted.
She laughed. "We'll probably get some of the same flights back to Florida."
"Yeah, that sounds fairly reasonable." He nodded.
"I don't know about you, but I shouldn't have another drink. I had a couple after the show with Trish and Stacy." Lita told him as the bartender approached them. "Do you want to get some coffee?"
"Sounds good." He nodded, falling into step beside her as they walked out of the bar and into the 'cafe' section, to order what Lita called 'coffee flavored sugar hits.'
*********
"So I should probably walk you up to your room." Goldberg told her as they approached the elevator. "If you like."
"What floor are you on?'
"Four." She told him. "Room 306."
*******
At the door, the pair stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to say, or do.
"So, uh, I had fun tonight." Goldberg told her.
"Yeah, me too." Lita answered, then, as a spur of the moment gesture spoke again. "Would you like to come in?"
He nodded slowly. "Yeah that would be..."
Not thinking, she reached up and kissed him.
As they broke away, he blinked at her.
She smiled, "I couldn't think of any other way to stop you talking."
"It worked."
"Then why are you still..." She was silenced as he leaned down to kiss her. Unconciously she leaned against him, feeling his muscles beneath his clothes. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
Still kissing him, Lita locked her legs around his waist, and Bill shoved the door closed as he carried her inside.