One Kiss, Chapter 2
The locker room was strangely quiet, usually Jeff would be in
there, listening to music or talking on the phone.
"He must not be in at the moment," said Lita, Matt nodded in
agreement. They walked in and was surprised to see Jeff just sitting
there, his head in his hands.
"Hey Jeff, whats wrong bro?" asked Matt, placing his hand on the
still forms shoulder. Jeff looked up and Matt was shocked to see the look
of malice that crossed his features and then go as quickly as it came.
Not answering, Jeff just shrugged his hand of his shoulder and
strode out of the room.
"What's with him," asked Lita concerned. Matt just shrugged his
shoulders.
"I have no clue." They sat down on the couch to watch the next
fight. Being discreet, Lita intertwined her fingers with Matt's and watched
as he smiled.
It was hard to believe what had just taken place fifteen minutes
ago. Matt had gone from big brother to boyfriend in a split second. She
had always thought of him and Jeff as her brothers. They had been together
for a long time. They had even trained together before they were given
a job at the WWF.
But she wouldn't change it. She knew Matt cared about her. Matt's
feeling were just the same towards her, he knew she cared about him also.
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"Who does he think he is, that punk," fumed Malenko. His body
was sore from the chair shot but that didn't stop him from pacing, throwing
things, and hitting things; not necessarily in that order either.
"Lita is mine. The way she looks at me, I know she wants me. But
why did she kiss him? She must have thought it was me, there's no other
explanation. After all he did just grab her and kiss her like I've done
a couple sweet times. That had to have been it." Settled down he sat
down on the chair in the Radicals locker and took of his sweaty arm bands.
"Hey Dean, you really got showed up by that Hardy punk, you doing ok?"
asked Perry Saturn as he came in.
"I did not get showed up, she just thought it was me is all. Get
your facts straight Perry," he replied angrily.
"Whoah, whoah," answered Perry holding his hands up, "settle down
man, I didn't mean anything by it."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." He bent down to untie his shoes. Drawing
them off he set them aside. Not noticing the foul odor that enveloped
the room.
"Whoah man, what died? Dean, did you forget to wear socks again
my man," asked Eddie Guerrero as he walked in. He plugged his nose, all
the while chattering with his spanish clip. "If you need socks let me
know amigo. You don't want to kill us all."
Dean ignored him and just gave him a glare. He had other things
to think about besides socks. "Lita."
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"Hey Lita, hold on, I'm gonna go grab us something to drink. I'm
parched." He shifted her head off his shoulders and stood up to stretch.
He walked down the hall to the garage where a pop machine was
located. Whistling, he didn't notice the shadow that came up behind him.
It followed him all the way down the hall. The camera men noticed
of course, but we all know that they weren't going to warn him.
He put his money in and waited as the soda fell with a bang.
Bending down to retreive it he never saw it coming.
BAMMMMMMM!!!!!!!! The chair came down hard on the back of his
head. He was out like a light without ever realizing what had happened.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWF, Vince "prep" McMahon does. I also
do not own the wrestlers, they own themselves.
Well, the second chapter. Another short one. For some reason I'm having
a trouble getting these chapters longer. But I'll keep trying. So what
did you think? Thanks for reading.
The locker room was strangely quiet, usually Jeff would be in
there, listening to music or talking on the phone.
"He must not be in at the moment," said Lita, Matt nodded in
agreement. They walked in and was surprised to see Jeff just sitting
there, his head in his hands.
"Hey Jeff, whats wrong bro?" asked Matt, placing his hand on the
still forms shoulder. Jeff looked up and Matt was shocked to see the look
of malice that crossed his features and then go as quickly as it came.
Not answering, Jeff just shrugged his hand of his shoulder and
strode out of the room.
"What's with him," asked Lita concerned. Matt just shrugged his
shoulders.
"I have no clue." They sat down on the couch to watch the next
fight. Being discreet, Lita intertwined her fingers with Matt's and watched
as he smiled.
It was hard to believe what had just taken place fifteen minutes
ago. Matt had gone from big brother to boyfriend in a split second. She
had always thought of him and Jeff as her brothers. They had been together
for a long time. They had even trained together before they were given
a job at the WWF.
But she wouldn't change it. She knew Matt cared about her. Matt's
feeling were just the same towards her, he knew she cared about him also.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Who does he think he is, that punk," fumed Malenko. His body
was sore from the chair shot but that didn't stop him from pacing, throwing
things, and hitting things; not necessarily in that order either.
"Lita is mine. The way she looks at me, I know she wants me. But
why did she kiss him? She must have thought it was me, there's no other
explanation. After all he did just grab her and kiss her like I've done
a couple sweet times. That had to have been it." Settled down he sat
down on the chair in the Radicals locker and took of his sweaty arm bands.
"Hey Dean, you really got showed up by that Hardy punk, you doing ok?"
asked Perry Saturn as he came in.
"I did not get showed up, she just thought it was me is all. Get
your facts straight Perry," he replied angrily.
"Whoah, whoah," answered Perry holding his hands up, "settle down
man, I didn't mean anything by it."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." He bent down to untie his shoes. Drawing
them off he set them aside. Not noticing the foul odor that enveloped
the room.
"Whoah man, what died? Dean, did you forget to wear socks again
my man," asked Eddie Guerrero as he walked in. He plugged his nose, all
the while chattering with his spanish clip. "If you need socks let me
know amigo. You don't want to kill us all."
Dean ignored him and just gave him a glare. He had other things
to think about besides socks. "Lita."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey Lita, hold on, I'm gonna go grab us something to drink. I'm
parched." He shifted her head off his shoulders and stood up to stretch.
He walked down the hall to the garage where a pop machine was
located. Whistling, he didn't notice the shadow that came up behind him.
It followed him all the way down the hall. The camera men noticed
of course, but we all know that they weren't going to warn him.
He put his money in and waited as the soda fell with a bang.
Bending down to retreive it he never saw it coming.
BAMMMMMMM!!!!!!!! The chair came down hard on the back of his
head. He was out like a light without ever realizing what had happened.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWF, Vince "prep" McMahon does. I also
do not own the wrestlers, they own themselves.
Well, the second chapter. Another short one. For some reason I'm having
a trouble getting these chapters longer. But I'll keep trying. So what
did you think? Thanks for reading.