A/N: Slow updates much? I feel like I've been really lazy, sorry everyone,
I'll try and do a bit better.
Samantha.
Ch 8. The next week on RAW Lita walked out to the ring with Ric as her entrance music played, for the first match on the card. Eric Bischoff stood in the ring watching her, a microphone in hand. "All right, cut the music." He snapped, and then took on a different tone. "Now I know that you're scheduled for a bra and panties match against Victoria, but during the week I thought of a better match for you... a bikini mud wrestling match."
If Lita was shocked she didn't let it show.
"I can try to talk to him." Ric told her, moving to stand beside her. "See if I can get you out of this."
She shook her head almost imperceptibly, and pulled her shirt off, revealing a dark green bikini style bra, then threw her shirt into the audience.
"I'm glad you agree." Eric said to her, watching as she dropped the basketball shorts she was wearing and threw them too, wearing a pair of conservative boy leg bikini bottoms in the same shade of green.
"You anticipated this." Ric told her as they walked over to the mud pool.
"It's called worst case scenario." She answered. "I'll be fine."
"I'll watch your back." He promised. "He's up to something."
Finally in all of the mud and ooze Lita managed to twist Victoria into a hold that she could maintain even covered in mud as they both were.
The referee began the count, making it to three before Victoria could escape. Somewhere the bell rang and Lillian's voice echoed through the arena, declaring Lita the winner.
She nodded her head, raising her arms above her head, and then pitching forwards as Victoria hit her from behind with something hard. She landed in a heap, curling her arms up around her head to try and protect herself, while Victoria went to work on her, beating into her, then throwing her back into the mud pool and holding her face under, the thick sludge invading her eyes, blinding her, and pressing into her nose, mouth and ears, as she began to struggle for breath.
Then Lita felt herself being lifted up carefully and held tightly against someone's chest, felt them trying to wipe some of the muck away from her eyes.
"Lita." Hunter's muffled voice told her. "I'm going to keep my hand over your eyes to try and keep the mud out. Try not to blink until we can get you cleaned up."
Dumbly she nodded, feeling someone else supporting her from the other side, and heard Evolution's entrance music pounding through the speakers, though her ears were fairly well clogged up with mud.
"I'm here too." Ric was saying. "Stevie was trying to interfere, I was trying to keep him away from you. Batista just Powerbombed him."
She nodded again as they helped her up the ramp, guiding her footsteps, both men knowing that she would never consent to being carried. Ric had pulled a blanket around her shoulders, trying to shield her barely clothed form from prying eyes, as well as trying to keep her warm, the mud chilly and sticky on her skin.
In the hall no one commented on her condition, though Lita was unaware that Batista was acting the guard dog, keeping everyone away from them.
Once inside their locker room, Lita dropped the blanket a little, just off her shoulders, trembling like mad from both cold and an extreme desire to not be humiliated any further by letting the guys see her cry, as well as in her underwear.
"It's okay now." Ric told her, gently patting her shoulder. "We'll get you cleaned up."
"Just stay here with Ric and Batista a second while I turn on the shower. We've got to get the mud out of your eyes." Hunter's voice told her as he left her side.
Batista moved to her side, his hand taking the place of Hunter's over her eyes, the other around her waist, trying to comfort her. "Just stay still." He coached her. "Ric's got a drink for you, to wash all of the mud out of your mouth."
She sipped the water into her mouth, then spat it into the cup Ric held for her, ridding herself of most of the mud and debris which coated the inside of her mouth.
When Hunter led her into the bathroom the air was warm and steamy, and she could hear the running water dimly. With care he guided her underneath and held her face up to the spray, allowing the water to wash all of the mud and grit away from her eyes, off her face.
"Just take it easy." He told her, running his hands gently over her face to help clear the mud and debris that had caked onto her skin, and through her hair, trying to rinse all of the muck out.
Finally Lita was able to open her eyes, still feeling some grit in them, and look at him, still dressed in his suit, but soaking wet in the shower with her. "Thank you." She said softly, and then reached out to touch his sopping wet suit. "You're all wet."
"So are you." He grinned at her. "Are you sure you're okay? How are your eyes?"
She nodded, then gestured for him to leave, well aware that she was only wearing her underwear, covering her body self-consciously with her arms. "I should finish getting cleaned up." Lita brought her hands up to her hair, feeling the grit that lay close against her scalp.
"I'll just... be out here." Hunter gestured to the door. "Call if you need anything."
She nodded, then waited until he closed the door before removing her sodden, filthy underwear so that she could get every grain of muck off her body, then concentrated on getting it out of her hair, sobbing quietly to herself in humiliation all the time.
"What the hell takes so long?" Randy fumed. "All she has to do is take a shower."
"Just let her be." Ric told him, Hunter glad he didn't have to say anything. "It's not like any of us can know how she feels at the moment."
"Dirty?" Randy suggested sarcastically.
"Try embarassed, humiliated." Batista told him. "It's not like you've ever been in a bikini mud wrestling match."
"I think she was aware something like this might happen." Ric said quietly. "She wouldn't even let me try and talk Eric out of it, and she was dressed to mud wrestle."
"She's pretty upset." Hunter told them. "I get the feeling she hates not being able to help herself, and I don't think all of us seeing her in her underwear helped either."
"Uh, guys." Lita opened the bathroom door just enough to poke her head out, dark brown hair plastered to her skin with water, and a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body, reaching down past her knees. "I'm having some clothing issues. Do you think you could get my bag for me?"
Hunter looked over to where her stuff usually sat, then walked over there. "Lita, it's not here." He told her, moving back to look at her.
She swore, coming up with a string of words the four men hadn't thought she even knew. "Can I have a phone please?"
"Who are you going to call?" Randy asked.
"Trish hopefully, or Stacy, or Jackie, someone who can bring me some clothing." Lita told him.
Batista stood up and walked over to hand her a phone, watching as Lita closed the door.
"Trish, pick up the phone." Lita commanded as the phone rang. "Pick up!" She sighed heavily when it became clear that Trish wasn't coming to the phone, and dialed another number. "Hey, Stace, it's Lita."
"Hi, are you okay? I watched the match." Stacy replied.
"I'm all cleaned up." Lita told her, "But I need a favor."
"What is it?"
"Lend me some clothes. Somehow my bag is no longer in our locker room, and the only clothes I have at the arena are a matching set of sopping wet bra and panties."
"I'll be there in a minute." Stacy told her. "Just hold tight."
With a bag of clothing slung across her shoulder Stacy knocked on Evolution's locker room, taking a step backwards as Batista opened the door, her eyes widening in fear.
"Come on in." He told her, opening the door wider so that she could enter. "You don't have to be afraid."
"Lita's still in the bathroom." Ric told the leggy blonde.
"I know. I'll just..." Stacy gestured towards the bathroom door, knocking gently, "Lita, honey it's me, I'm coming in okay." She called then opened the door, closing it carefully behind her.
"Thank you so much." Lita told her, still wrapped in a large fluffy towel. "I tried to get a hold of Trish, but her cell just kept ringing."
"She's having an argument with Eric." Stacy told her, pulling out some clothes. "We're about the same size so these should all fit."
Lita nodded and began to get dressed, letting Stacy talk the whole time.
Finally the two divas emerged from the bathroom, both fully dressed, Lita holding the back of her head with one hand.
"What happened out there?" Batista asked.
"I had the thing won, I made her submit and everything, the referee counted, bell rang. Then I let her go and she hit me from behind with something."
Lita winced in pain, while Hunter made her sit down and smoothed her hair to take a look at her scalp.
"She did a good one on you." He told her. "There's a big lump, and the skin's split a little."
Lita just nodded. "I'll bet Molly or Jazz took off with my stuff. They were probably in on it with Victoria and Bischoff."
As she spoke Trish burst into the room. "Honey are you okay?" She dropped down in front of Lita. "I'm sorry I wasn't here before, but I had to give Eric a piece of my mind, and I stopped by the trainers rooms on my way here and brought you this." She held out a box of saline solution.
Lita smiled at her and accepted the box, opening it and removing a glass bottle of a clear solution and an eye bath. "Thanks." She carefully aligned the child-proof cap and poured some of the liquid into the eye bath, holding it to her left eye, then tilting her head back, allowing the solution to clear out any stray grains of muck from her eye, then repeated the procedure with her right eye.
Christian and Jericho knocked lightly on the door and just walked in, Christian dropping down onto the bench beside her. "Are you okay Lita? I was worried about you."
"I'm fine." She nodded, punctuating her words, but feeling suddenly dizzy.
"Do you want to head out tonight, after the show I mean."
"Uh, not really." Lita answered, feeling as though her stomach wanted to go into revolt. "I think I'll just go back to the hotel, have a quiet night."
"I could bring some videos over."
"I could really use some time on my own." She told him. "I'm not feeling especially great... Trish."
"It's okay." The blonde coached her. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I think... I have to go and see the trainers." Without another word Lita pulled away from Christian who'd managed to wrap his arm around her, and bolted out the door, Trish close behind.
"Did I just miss something?" Jericho asked aloud.
"I would say that Victoria hit her pretty hard from behind. She's probably got concussion." Stacy told them, shocking everyone. "I'd leave her be if I were you. She can get pretty grumpy, and she tends to want to be alone. Plus she throws up a lot when she's concussed."
"How often does she end up with concussion?" Jericho asked.
Stacy stared at him for a second. "We are talking about the same Lita, right? As in the girl who is willing to jump off anything, try any move, and smack herself around as long as she can get the pin. As in one of the pioneers of TLC matches, and one of the only divas to willingly participate in tables matches, one of the only two women to ever wrestle in a steel cage."
The six men stared at Stacy, as though remembering exactly whom they were talking about.
"How many concussions do you think she's had?" Stacy asked them, not really needing an answer.
"How many fingers?" The trainer asked.
"Three." Lita answered correctly.
"How do you feel?"
"Dizzy, really nauseated, really out of sorts." She answered as he shone a light in her eyes.
"Your pupils are a little slow. I'll let you go now, but head back to the hotel and get some rest, don't sleep for at least five hours, and if you start to feel worse, or have any kind of earache, I want you to head to the nearest hospital."
Lita nodded and stood up.
"I'll give you something for the pain, and something to help settle your stomach, but try to steer clear of coffee, cola drinks and dairy for about eight hours."
"Are you okay?" Hunter asked, standing up as Lita and Trish walked into the room.
"Text book mild concussion." Trish told him. "Lita I've still got my match, are you right to wait here until I'm done?"
Lita normally bright eyes had taken on a glazed look as she stared at her friend. "Uhhh..."
"I'll take her back to the hotel." Hunter told the blonde. "I'm done for tonight." He picked up his bag, shoving a few things inside.
"You can't let her go to sleep for at least five hours." Trish told him, "And if she has a bad headache, earache or starts feeling worse, take her to hospital."
"Okay. Come on Lita, let's get you back to the hotel." He slid one arm around her waist, and hooked his sports bag over his shoulder, leading her slowly out of the room.
Samantha.
Ch 8. The next week on RAW Lita walked out to the ring with Ric as her entrance music played, for the first match on the card. Eric Bischoff stood in the ring watching her, a microphone in hand. "All right, cut the music." He snapped, and then took on a different tone. "Now I know that you're scheduled for a bra and panties match against Victoria, but during the week I thought of a better match for you... a bikini mud wrestling match."
If Lita was shocked she didn't let it show.
"I can try to talk to him." Ric told her, moving to stand beside her. "See if I can get you out of this."
She shook her head almost imperceptibly, and pulled her shirt off, revealing a dark green bikini style bra, then threw her shirt into the audience.
"I'm glad you agree." Eric said to her, watching as she dropped the basketball shorts she was wearing and threw them too, wearing a pair of conservative boy leg bikini bottoms in the same shade of green.
"You anticipated this." Ric told her as they walked over to the mud pool.
"It's called worst case scenario." She answered. "I'll be fine."
"I'll watch your back." He promised. "He's up to something."
Finally in all of the mud and ooze Lita managed to twist Victoria into a hold that she could maintain even covered in mud as they both were.
The referee began the count, making it to three before Victoria could escape. Somewhere the bell rang and Lillian's voice echoed through the arena, declaring Lita the winner.
She nodded her head, raising her arms above her head, and then pitching forwards as Victoria hit her from behind with something hard. She landed in a heap, curling her arms up around her head to try and protect herself, while Victoria went to work on her, beating into her, then throwing her back into the mud pool and holding her face under, the thick sludge invading her eyes, blinding her, and pressing into her nose, mouth and ears, as she began to struggle for breath.
Then Lita felt herself being lifted up carefully and held tightly against someone's chest, felt them trying to wipe some of the muck away from her eyes.
"Lita." Hunter's muffled voice told her. "I'm going to keep my hand over your eyes to try and keep the mud out. Try not to blink until we can get you cleaned up."
Dumbly she nodded, feeling someone else supporting her from the other side, and heard Evolution's entrance music pounding through the speakers, though her ears were fairly well clogged up with mud.
"I'm here too." Ric was saying. "Stevie was trying to interfere, I was trying to keep him away from you. Batista just Powerbombed him."
She nodded again as they helped her up the ramp, guiding her footsteps, both men knowing that she would never consent to being carried. Ric had pulled a blanket around her shoulders, trying to shield her barely clothed form from prying eyes, as well as trying to keep her warm, the mud chilly and sticky on her skin.
In the hall no one commented on her condition, though Lita was unaware that Batista was acting the guard dog, keeping everyone away from them.
Once inside their locker room, Lita dropped the blanket a little, just off her shoulders, trembling like mad from both cold and an extreme desire to not be humiliated any further by letting the guys see her cry, as well as in her underwear.
"It's okay now." Ric told her, gently patting her shoulder. "We'll get you cleaned up."
"Just stay here with Ric and Batista a second while I turn on the shower. We've got to get the mud out of your eyes." Hunter's voice told her as he left her side.
Batista moved to her side, his hand taking the place of Hunter's over her eyes, the other around her waist, trying to comfort her. "Just stay still." He coached her. "Ric's got a drink for you, to wash all of the mud out of your mouth."
She sipped the water into her mouth, then spat it into the cup Ric held for her, ridding herself of most of the mud and debris which coated the inside of her mouth.
When Hunter led her into the bathroom the air was warm and steamy, and she could hear the running water dimly. With care he guided her underneath and held her face up to the spray, allowing the water to wash all of the mud and grit away from her eyes, off her face.
"Just take it easy." He told her, running his hands gently over her face to help clear the mud and debris that had caked onto her skin, and through her hair, trying to rinse all of the muck out.
Finally Lita was able to open her eyes, still feeling some grit in them, and look at him, still dressed in his suit, but soaking wet in the shower with her. "Thank you." She said softly, and then reached out to touch his sopping wet suit. "You're all wet."
"So are you." He grinned at her. "Are you sure you're okay? How are your eyes?"
She nodded, then gestured for him to leave, well aware that she was only wearing her underwear, covering her body self-consciously with her arms. "I should finish getting cleaned up." Lita brought her hands up to her hair, feeling the grit that lay close against her scalp.
"I'll just... be out here." Hunter gestured to the door. "Call if you need anything."
She nodded, then waited until he closed the door before removing her sodden, filthy underwear so that she could get every grain of muck off her body, then concentrated on getting it out of her hair, sobbing quietly to herself in humiliation all the time.
"What the hell takes so long?" Randy fumed. "All she has to do is take a shower."
"Just let her be." Ric told him, Hunter glad he didn't have to say anything. "It's not like any of us can know how she feels at the moment."
"Dirty?" Randy suggested sarcastically.
"Try embarassed, humiliated." Batista told him. "It's not like you've ever been in a bikini mud wrestling match."
"I think she was aware something like this might happen." Ric said quietly. "She wouldn't even let me try and talk Eric out of it, and she was dressed to mud wrestle."
"She's pretty upset." Hunter told them. "I get the feeling she hates not being able to help herself, and I don't think all of us seeing her in her underwear helped either."
"Uh, guys." Lita opened the bathroom door just enough to poke her head out, dark brown hair plastered to her skin with water, and a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body, reaching down past her knees. "I'm having some clothing issues. Do you think you could get my bag for me?"
Hunter looked over to where her stuff usually sat, then walked over there. "Lita, it's not here." He told her, moving back to look at her.
She swore, coming up with a string of words the four men hadn't thought she even knew. "Can I have a phone please?"
"Who are you going to call?" Randy asked.
"Trish hopefully, or Stacy, or Jackie, someone who can bring me some clothing." Lita told him.
Batista stood up and walked over to hand her a phone, watching as Lita closed the door.
"Trish, pick up the phone." Lita commanded as the phone rang. "Pick up!" She sighed heavily when it became clear that Trish wasn't coming to the phone, and dialed another number. "Hey, Stace, it's Lita."
"Hi, are you okay? I watched the match." Stacy replied.
"I'm all cleaned up." Lita told her, "But I need a favor."
"What is it?"
"Lend me some clothes. Somehow my bag is no longer in our locker room, and the only clothes I have at the arena are a matching set of sopping wet bra and panties."
"I'll be there in a minute." Stacy told her. "Just hold tight."
With a bag of clothing slung across her shoulder Stacy knocked on Evolution's locker room, taking a step backwards as Batista opened the door, her eyes widening in fear.
"Come on in." He told her, opening the door wider so that she could enter. "You don't have to be afraid."
"Lita's still in the bathroom." Ric told the leggy blonde.
"I know. I'll just..." Stacy gestured towards the bathroom door, knocking gently, "Lita, honey it's me, I'm coming in okay." She called then opened the door, closing it carefully behind her.
"Thank you so much." Lita told her, still wrapped in a large fluffy towel. "I tried to get a hold of Trish, but her cell just kept ringing."
"She's having an argument with Eric." Stacy told her, pulling out some clothes. "We're about the same size so these should all fit."
Lita nodded and began to get dressed, letting Stacy talk the whole time.
Finally the two divas emerged from the bathroom, both fully dressed, Lita holding the back of her head with one hand.
"What happened out there?" Batista asked.
"I had the thing won, I made her submit and everything, the referee counted, bell rang. Then I let her go and she hit me from behind with something."
Lita winced in pain, while Hunter made her sit down and smoothed her hair to take a look at her scalp.
"She did a good one on you." He told her. "There's a big lump, and the skin's split a little."
Lita just nodded. "I'll bet Molly or Jazz took off with my stuff. They were probably in on it with Victoria and Bischoff."
As she spoke Trish burst into the room. "Honey are you okay?" She dropped down in front of Lita. "I'm sorry I wasn't here before, but I had to give Eric a piece of my mind, and I stopped by the trainers rooms on my way here and brought you this." She held out a box of saline solution.
Lita smiled at her and accepted the box, opening it and removing a glass bottle of a clear solution and an eye bath. "Thanks." She carefully aligned the child-proof cap and poured some of the liquid into the eye bath, holding it to her left eye, then tilting her head back, allowing the solution to clear out any stray grains of muck from her eye, then repeated the procedure with her right eye.
Christian and Jericho knocked lightly on the door and just walked in, Christian dropping down onto the bench beside her. "Are you okay Lita? I was worried about you."
"I'm fine." She nodded, punctuating her words, but feeling suddenly dizzy.
"Do you want to head out tonight, after the show I mean."
"Uh, not really." Lita answered, feeling as though her stomach wanted to go into revolt. "I think I'll just go back to the hotel, have a quiet night."
"I could bring some videos over."
"I could really use some time on my own." She told him. "I'm not feeling especially great... Trish."
"It's okay." The blonde coached her. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I think... I have to go and see the trainers." Without another word Lita pulled away from Christian who'd managed to wrap his arm around her, and bolted out the door, Trish close behind.
"Did I just miss something?" Jericho asked aloud.
"I would say that Victoria hit her pretty hard from behind. She's probably got concussion." Stacy told them, shocking everyone. "I'd leave her be if I were you. She can get pretty grumpy, and she tends to want to be alone. Plus she throws up a lot when she's concussed."
"How often does she end up with concussion?" Jericho asked.
Stacy stared at him for a second. "We are talking about the same Lita, right? As in the girl who is willing to jump off anything, try any move, and smack herself around as long as she can get the pin. As in one of the pioneers of TLC matches, and one of the only divas to willingly participate in tables matches, one of the only two women to ever wrestle in a steel cage."
The six men stared at Stacy, as though remembering exactly whom they were talking about.
"How many concussions do you think she's had?" Stacy asked them, not really needing an answer.
"How many fingers?" The trainer asked.
"Three." Lita answered correctly.
"How do you feel?"
"Dizzy, really nauseated, really out of sorts." She answered as he shone a light in her eyes.
"Your pupils are a little slow. I'll let you go now, but head back to the hotel and get some rest, don't sleep for at least five hours, and if you start to feel worse, or have any kind of earache, I want you to head to the nearest hospital."
Lita nodded and stood up.
"I'll give you something for the pain, and something to help settle your stomach, but try to steer clear of coffee, cola drinks and dairy for about eight hours."
"Are you okay?" Hunter asked, standing up as Lita and Trish walked into the room.
"Text book mild concussion." Trish told him. "Lita I've still got my match, are you right to wait here until I'm done?"
Lita normally bright eyes had taken on a glazed look as she stared at her friend. "Uhhh..."
"I'll take her back to the hotel." Hunter told the blonde. "I'm done for tonight." He picked up his bag, shoving a few things inside.
"You can't let her go to sleep for at least five hours." Trish told him, "And if she has a bad headache, earache or starts feeling worse, take her to hospital."
"Okay. Come on Lita, let's get you back to the hotel." He slid one arm around her waist, and hooked his sports bag over his shoulder, leading her slowly out of the room.
