A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first wrestling story! I hope you enjoy! R/R!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except Elizabeth Smith.
Note: I need a profile of a character for a later chapter (if you guys think the story is good enough) that is mean. If you want, write a profile on a review. I'll have my sister pick out the winner, so you guys won't be mad at me! Preferably female!
Note 2: Oh, and if you think this is an okay story, I need your opinions on a boyfriend for Elizabeth.
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DANGEROUS BUSINESS
Chapter 1 – Temper
~STAPLES Arena~
~9:00P.M~
Jeff Hardy glanced back at his cousin as he quietly stroked the paintbrush across his chest. Blue and white swirls of color already were spread down his neck.
"You know," murmured the brunette sitting on the bench behind him, "You really should be entitled to a discount at that Sherwin Williams store."
"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny," replied Jeff lightly. He had long since grown accustomed to his cousin's sarcasm, but he was still getting used to having her around at…work. Jeff knew his cousin was tough, but he still couldn't help but worry about her. He slowly set the paintbrush on the bench and walked over to his younger cousin.
Wisps of thin, light brown hair that had strayed from the perfectly mussed bun on her head tickled her face as she stretched her legs out flexibly into the splits. Her pale-jade eyes were narrowed and focused as she forced her body to align with her outstretched leg, no space between. Looking up at Jeff, his cousin immediately withdrew from her stretching session and stared at him with a concerned look in his eyes.
"We need to talk," he announced. "Elizabeth…" His cousin stared at him and tilted her head slightly. Jeff hardly ever called her Elizabeth. It was usually one of her nicknames.
"Yeah?" she replied, sitting back on the bench, leaning her elbows into her legs as she stared into Jeff's green eyes intensely.
"I want you to be careful," he started. Already, Jeff knew that he was skating on thin ice. Liz wouldn't be too happy about him being concerned.
"I know!" Liz hissed. She was getting annoyed with all these people telling her to be careful! Like she didn't know how to take care of herself!
"Not just in the ring, Knux," he murmured. Liz lifted her head softly. She was happy he was finally not using formalities-they always put her off-edge-, he was finally using her nickname. But she was also concerned about what he said.
"What do you mean?" she demanded. On the monitor in their dressing room, the theme to RAW played. Absentmindedly, Liz turned it off.
"Be careful around Vince," warned Jeff. "Ever since he stopped that General Manager thing… Let's just say that he's been a little more vicious than usual. Just…be careful."
"What can happen, Jeff? I signed the contract yesterday." Liz sighed, and set her hand reassuringly on Jeff's shoulder. "Hey, don't be worried. I've always got you, Lita, and Matt to take care of me," she smiled mischievously and added, "And then I have all those friends in the back, and I don't know, maybe someone will be inclined to rescue me…"
Jeff smirked at her as she layered her words with sarcasm. She smiled at him, and then turned the TV on again.
"Aren't you supposed to be facing Dreamer tonight?" she questioned.
"The messenger hasn't come yet," replied Jeff.
Hmm… Liz stared at the TV. Vince stood in the ring, flapping his gums as usual. The brunette leaned forward, her black, glittery nylon pants swooshing against the wooden bench.
"…I want to introduce the newest edition to our roster." Liz jumped. He was talking about her! She leapt up, tugging at her top nervously. On the front were flames, and only a few lines of fabric stretched across her back. The top showed some inches of tan, flat, muscled stomach. On the screen, Vince sighed as the crowed continued to boo him. "Boo's! I just signed a relative of the Hardys'!" The crowd seemed to diminish, debating whether to boo or cheer. "Elizabeth Smith, come down here!" he cried.
"Go," Jeff urged his cousin. She stared at the screen, glassy-eyed, before she leapt to attention.
"Bye," she whispered quickly and darted out the door, her boots slapping against the floor.
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Liz stepped through the curtains as her cousin's music played. The audience clapped somewhat, still unsure what to make of her.
"Elizabeth," Vince started. Chants of "Asshole!" struck up again from the audience.
Liz felt her stomach churning and felt like she was going to fall onto the steel ramp any second. A black microphone started to slip through her sweaty hand as she replied to Vince, seemingly calmly, "Yeah, Vince?" Vince frowned at the use of his first name. Liz shrugged it off. The contract was sighed, it wasn't like he would just all-out and fire her…would he? She vaguely remembered her cousin's warning.
"Now," Vince said, clearly annoyed by the crowd's chants, "RVD, get your ass out here!" Liz shifted uncomfortably. What did RVD have to do with her? The music struck. Liz almost jumped as "fireworks" exploded around the area. She stared at the guy who came out. He, equally, gave her an odd look. Liz watched as he lifted his thumbs and mouthed the letters: "R-V-D".
"RVD," Vince said. "I'm aware that your tag team partner-" he smiled evilly, "Was recently taken out of action. However, your match with the Dudleys still stands. It has, however, been changed to a handicapped match."
The brunette studied the superstar's reaction. He just stared at Vince, as if this didn't affect him at all.
"Now, I come to you, Elizabeth. You'll be replacing Kane's place in the Inter-gender handicapped match. Batista will be joining the Dudleys team."
Liz darted a quick glance at her new partner, and then stared at Vince in amazement. Surely there had to be a stipulation…
"If you and RVD lose, Elizabeth, your contract will be torn to shreds," he said. Liz felt her fists curl up, her fingernails jutting into her palms. "And, RVD, you'll be suspended without pay." The "Grand Mastermind" seemed to be thinking. He added, "Matt, Jeff, and Lita are banned from ringside," he growled at Liz.
"You Son of a Bitch!" Liz hissed, forgetting that the mike was there. Her anger carried her away. She hardly noticed the fans beginning to cheer. "How many more damned stipulations can you think up of so your cronies can win the matches? Oh wait – how about no high kicks?" She gasped sarcastically, "And maybe-for once-Batista might win a match fair and square!" Vince stared at her, a shocked look on his face. The fans, however, were on their feet. They were screaming at something behind her.
Liz turned around, and collided with a chair. She turned her body as she fell onto the steel, making her hands brace her for impact. Her head spun crazily. She rolled herself to face the top of the stage.
RVD kicked the chair out of Batista's hands and they started fighting. Liz grimaced as Batista's friends – HHH, Flair, and Randy – ran from the curtain and aided Batista as Stone Cold Steve Austin started to attack Batista as soon as RVD stumbled down to the steel. At once, RVD leapt up and tried to defend himself against Flair and Randy. Bruised from Batista and in a handicapped situation, RVD was not faring so well.
Meanwhile, Austin delivered the Stone Cold Stunner to Batista, and he went down with a thud. HHH thus started to attack him.
Now, her gaze settled on the chair, inches away from her face. She looked back quickly at RVD as she edged closer to the chair, trying to dull the immense pain in the back of her head.
Then she saw something that she overlooked. A sledgehammer had lain, forgotten by its carrier, on the ramp. Randy picked it up and headed toward RVD.
That was all she needed. With a furious shove, Liz stood up and grasped the chair firmly, making her legs race toward Randy.
Randy lifted the sledgehammer as Flair held the now-weak RVD back.
Liz grasped the chair tighter, brought it back, and swung it smoothly into the back of Randy's head with all the strength she could muster. Blood rapidly formed at the back of his head.
She smiled as his body hit the floor. It gave her an odd satisfaction, seeing him go down like that, because of her. Jerking back to the present, she noticed that Flair had left go of RVD and was headed toward her. She advanced toward him.
But her instinct told her something wasn't right. Flair seemed to be holding back for some reason. In a second, she realized, after HHH slammed his fist into the back of her head, right where Batista's chair shot had gone.
This time, she slammed uncontrollably into the steel floor. The pain in her skull seemed to cripple her as the kicks slammed into her sides, each one calculated and painful. She did notice that HHH had gone from kicking her. Suddenly, she heard a second crack of a chair, and she knew why, as she glanced up. RVD had gotten to his feet again, and had struggled toward HHH.
She also got a chance of Stone Cold. Evidently, a chair had struck him earlier, only she hadn't heard it. But know he was on his feet, but so was a livid Batista.
Finally, she managed to stand up. Flair's punches flew at her fast, but she blocked most of them never giving him an opening to take advantage of. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Randy pick up the sledgehammer and give it to HHH as he went to deal with Stone Cold. Liz knew what she had to do.
She made a sluggish punch to Flair, which he dodged, and gave her a uppercut. She let the punches come, pretending to make feeble attempts to dodge them. Finally, she made her way to the ground, via a suplex. It hurt more than she'd thought; her beaten head bashing against the hard steel. Flair grasped her arms and held her back loosely as HHH prepared to swing for her with the sledgehammer.
Liz acted quickly. She stretched her arms out, shoving her small frame under Flair, in the same time pushing Flair onto her back. Grasping his arms, she flipped him where she had been.
As it all happened in a few seconds, HHH never saw it coming. The sledgehammer continued on its path, and smashed into Flair's rib cage.
Liz looked up curiously up the ramp, to the stage. Batista, Randy, and RVD were lying on it, scattered around.
Someone spun HHH around. He turned, and Stone Cold stunned him. HHH went down like a sack of potatoes.
Suddenly, his ice-cold gaze shifted to Liz. She stared back at him and extended her hand, thinking that he came to help them out.
Austin grabbed her hand and jerked her over the fallen body of HHH, slamming his foot into her gut, then delivered the Stone Cold Stunner.
Liz felt her head thwack the floor once more, and then she gave away to darkness, the echoing voices of J.R and King blurring into a mess.
"That was sick, J.R…"
"Just look at all that carnage…"
The last thing Liz remembered was a dazzling display of bursts of light inside her eyelids, and then the lights went off.
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A/N: Do you think that was good? Okay? Horrible? Please tell me, and review! Please! Oh, and in case you guys like it enough for me to make another chapter, I'm not really all that familiar with handicapped matches. Aren't they just like tag-team, only with more people on one team?