Hi gang! Hope you all had a good Christmas/New Year/whatever winter holiday you celebrate. I apologise for the lack of updates until now but I got a PS2 and have been spending many, many hours playing Smackdown versus RAW 2007. Ehehehe it's so much fun!
This is a slightly shorter chapter than normal, but it should (hopefully) move part of the plot (such as there is) forward a little bit. Not much in the way of fun and games in this instalment but there will be plenty in the next one, I assure you.
Anyway, enough of my waffle. I'm sure you're all eager to get to the story. If you like it, let me know, if you hate it, let me know why, please feel free to flame me because it's bleedin' COLD here tonight, and if you've got any suggestions or ideas for things to happen in the future or the direction that the storylines should take, either hit that little review button, or feel free to chat to me on MSN sometime. Hit me up at lady(underscore)wolfshead(at)hotmail(dot)com. By the way, this doesn't mean that I'm running out of ideas - far from it! I'm just open to suggestions .
Kisses,
-Ellister
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After the initial excitement of the first couple of days, boredom soon set in and apathy reigned throughout the house. Deprived of digital entertainment, we had to make our own, and most of the time found we were stuck for things to do. John and Randy were so bored that they couldn't be bothered to fight more than once a day. Even the second eviction night was met with dulled enthusiasm, and Vito and Lashley exited the house with a general feeling of being glad to see the back of the place.
It was now early in the morning of Day Nine. So early that most of the occupants of the house were still fast asleep. I was only awake due to being jumped on by Mickie, who was bored, and once I was awake she dragged me to the Diary Room to beg Big Brother to give us something to do. We were met with stony silence from Big Brother and left the Diary Room feeling really quite dejected.
"Ah well, at least it's an eviction night," sighed Mickie, flopping down into a chair and draping her legs over the arm. I leaned over the back of the chair and sighed.
"Meh," I replied. I didn't really care one way or the other. I was bored of the house already and the evictions had lost their appeal. I just wanted something fun to do.
"Who are you going to be voting for?" she asked, titling her head backwards to look up at me.
"Ah, ah, ah!" I wagged my finger at her teasingly. "You know we're not allowed to discuss nominations!"
"Bah! Stupid rule!" she said, folding her arms and sulking. "We all know Lita and Edge were putting the word out to get you nominated the first day, therefore we should be able to talk about how we're going to get our revenge in a similar fashion."
"Well we're not, so hush. I don't want to get chucked out for rule breaking this early. Let's save it until we're really bored," I sniggered.
"Spoilsport," she pouted, and yawned. "What shall we do? No-one else is up."
"Well I would still be asleep if you hadn't of woken me up," I pointed out. "Disturbing a delicious dream I was having, I might add!"
"Ooh, about Matt?" she asked, her face splitting into a devilish grin.
"No, about Adam and Davey from AFI," I replied with a roll of my eyes. "When are you going to drop this whole Elli-Matt love thing?"
"When you stop following him about like a lovesick puppy and jump him?" she suggested.
"I do not follow him around like a lovesick puppy!" I said defensively.
"Oh, you do! And he's totally into you, I can tell," she said with a smirk.
"What gave it away? The way he yelled at me to fuck off and threw things at my head last night?" I replied with a derisive snort.
"Well he is still a little sensitive over the whole Lita-Edge thing," Mickie said fairly. "And they were kinda rubbing his face in it a little bit. And to be fair, you didn't have to run after him when he stormed off."
"Jeff asked me to go, he thought that as a woman I'd have more of a calming influence and be less inclined to kick him in the head," I sniggered. "But I seem to have this terrible affliction though that when my friends are bitching, instead of doing what Kit would do and beat some sense into them, I break out the hugs. It's a thing, I'm working on it."
"Ah, I see what you're doing! You're trying to win his confidence before making a move. Ooh, you minx! You're evil!" said Mickie delightedly.
"And you're delusional," I laughed, hitting her over the head. "Seriously, I don't want to jump Matt."
"Good thing too. He wouldn't want to go with a skank like you." I looked up to see Lita, who had just emerged from the bedroom, looking effortlessly stunning despite the early hour. She smiled brightly at me and I folded my arms and glared at her. "Can I talk to you for a second, Ellister?"
"Yeah, because insulting me is really going to make me want to talk to you," I said sarcastically. "What do you want?"
"I don't know why you're so hostile," said Lita as she crossed the floor towards us.
"Because when you're not sending your man-bitch over to insult me you're just generally being a condescending cow?" I suggested sweetly.
"There's a reason for that," said Lita calmly, ignoring the insult for the time being. "You know, I actually like you, Ellister. You've got potential in you, potential that's going to be wasted if you continue hanging around with that bunch of degenerates and losers. I can't stand back and watch that potential go down the drain. Listen to me, honey; DX are finished. Cena's reign is over. The Hardys will never amount to anything. You'll never get over in the company if you associate yourself with them. Why don't we start over? You could be a valuable asset to our winning team."
"I can't believe you've got the nerve…" Mickie started hotly.
"Leave it, Mick," I snapped as my temper flared. If Lita wanted a verbal spar, she had one. "Maybe I'm not interested in getting over. Maybe I'm more interested in making friends. Maybe I hang out with them because - shock, horror - I actually like them." Lita snorted disbelievingly and cast a disapproving eye over my figure.
"Well I hope you got some tricks up your sleeve because let me tell you this, the fans aren't going to go for a wonder cow who looks like she's bursting at the seams," she said snidely.
"Maybe I don't need to flash my tits and arse like some common slapper. Because I have this little thing called talent, you heard of it?" I snapped, gripping hold of the back of Mickie's chair so hard my knuckles were turning white. Mickie in turn was looking half-amused, half-annoyed and she let out a snigger that cooled my temper a bit but also managed to spur me on.
The door to the boy's bedroom opened and Matt, Jeff and Helms wandered through into the gym. Automatically I turned towards the distraction and watched them go. Jeff paused momentarily at the entrance to the gym, looked over at us and frowned, but Mickie waved him on and he soon disappeared. Lita started to laugh.
"Oh, trust me, Ellister," she purred, unzipping her top slightly to show off her cleavage. "I know Matt's type and you're not it."
"Why's everyone so fixated on me and Matt? We're just friends," I growled to Mickie. "And you need to leave Matt alone," I added, rounding on Lita once more. "Don't you think you've caused the poor boy enough trouble? Or do you take some sick sort of pleasure in tormenting him?"
"You need to stop chasing after him like a bitch on heat," Lita retorted. "It's embarrassing, watching you moon over him day after day. It just makes you look desperate and pathetic. Quit it, okay? Just a piece of friendly advice."
"Like I'm really going to take morality advice from a slut who fucked her boyfriend's best friend behind his back!" I snapped. "Besides, you know all about desperate and pathetic. I bet you could give me a few pointers on how to look even more like a trashy fuckslut."
I turned to walk away and the moment I did, I felt a punch connect to the back of my head. Stars exploded in front of my eyes and I turned back, blocked the next punch she threw at me, grabbed hold of her hair and slammed her onto the floor. I took a deep breath and a couple of steps back and she glared up at me, rushed to her feet and speared me. My head bounced off the carpet and I cried out in pain and kicked out at Lita. It degenerated from there; all thoughts of skill and finesse were forgotten as we kicked, punched, bit, scratched and tore at each other, both of us screaming insults as loudly as we could.
Suddenly I became aware of yelling on the outside and then hands descended into my line of vision and we were roughly pulled apart. I struggled to break free of the three men who had hold of me - Matt, Shawn and Taker - and Lita shook Orton and Nitro off and snuggled up to Edge, who was looking furious. It seemed that we'd woken the entire house up and everyone was staring at us curiously.
"Aw, did I miss the fun?" I looked over at Kit, who was watching the scene intently.
"What happened here?" demanded Edge. "What happened, baby?" he asked Lita gently. Me and Lita both started shouting our sides of the story, with Mickie butting in, and no-one could make out a single word until Kit raised her fingers to her lips and issued a piercing whistle that cut through the squabbling.
"What happened, Mickie?" asked Kit.
"Lita came out and was being all bitchy, so Elli started being all bitchy back, Matt's name cropped up, Elli said Lita had to leave him alone, Lita said Elli should stop being so desperate and pathetic, Elli called Lita a trashy fuckslut and it kicked off from there," Mickie summarised. Edge stepped forward, a thunderous look on his face.
"My girlfriend is not a trashy fuckslut," he growled so vehemently that I felt spittle fly into my face and grimaced.
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, love," I sneered.
"You start anything with her again and I'll… I'll…" he began. Lita grabbed hold of his arm and shook her head and they both started to back away.
"You'll do what? Run away like a big fucking COWARD?" I screamed. "Come on then if you think you're hard enough! Fucking let go of me!" I roared and tried to twist out of the guys' grip.
"You need to calm down," said Taker, gently but firmly. "Let it go. The bitch isn't worth it."
"Which one? Edge or Lita?" asked Mickie and I heard a snigger from somewhere beside me.
"I am calm," I said in a low voice through gritted teeth. "I am totally and completely fucking calm, and if you don't let go of me I'm going to give you a bleedin' Belfast kiss!"
"We're not letting go until you promise not to hurt anybody," said Shawn gently.
"I won't! I just want you to let me go, you're hurting!" Shawn let go of me and backed away slowly, Matt loosened his grip on my arm but still held on, and Taker let go of his death grip around my waist and gently lay his hand on my shoulder.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Taker asked softly and I took a deep breath, swallowed and nodded.
"Someone get this girl a coffee before she kills someone," said Kit and shooed Shawn into the kitchen to make said coffee. I stood there, stock still, every muscle in my body tensed up after the fight, and took a few deep breaths before I finally started to relax. I sagged against Taker, looked up at him, smiled and rubbed the back of my neck.
"I feel sore. Girl's got a hell of a punch to her."
"I'm not surprised," he said with a wry grin. "This is why I can't leave you unsupervised. You cause trouble when I'm not around."
"She threw the first punch! While my back was turned, I might add!" I protested and flashed a grin at Matt, who still had hold of my arm and was looking less than happy. "Can I have my arm back now, please?"
"In a minute. Can I talk to you?" he asked, keeping his voice low. I nodded and he steered me to the garden outside, which was currently devoid of nosey wrestlers, although I was sure that if I turned around to face the windows I would see Mickie, Ashley and Kit with their faces pressed against the glass, trying to work out what was going on.
Matt finally released me and turned a grave look towards me. I smiled uncertainly and rubbed at a sore spot on my arm that I was sure was going to bruise.
"What's up?" I asked when he totally failed to say anything. A variety of expressions crossed his face, like he was trying to work out how to phrase what he wanted to say, before he finally began to speak.
"Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do for me, but please stop fighting my battles for me, yeah?" he asked softly. "Don't go making any enemies on my account. It's not worth it."
"Oh, Firfan," I muttered and shook my head. "This isn't about you, Matt. Not totally, anyway. Edge and Lita don't like me, and I reckon they're using my friendship with you as an excuse to pick on me. It's no big deal."
"I think there's more to it than that," he said seriously. "I understand that you get protective over your friends, Kit already explained that to me, but please, stop mollycoddling me, okay? I don't need it and I don't want it, and when I want your interference I'll tell you." An edge had crept into his voice and his tone stung me slightly.
"If you don't want me hanging around, you just had to say," I said, feeling just a little hurt.
"It's not that I don't want you hanging around," he said quickly. "It's just…" He broke off, sighed, and looked at the sky. "Sometimes I feel like I need to be alone, and I feel like you've been kinda crowding me a bit over the last couple of days."
"Fine," I said shortly. "But next time I ask you if you want me to leave you alone bloody well say so, yeah? Don't just shrug and then start blubbing like a girl because I'll just think you actually want me to give a shit and stick around and listen." I turned to go back inside and sure enough caught a glimpse of Ashley and Mickie hurrying away from the windows and snorted to myself.
"Elli…" began Matt tiredly, and shook his head. "I'm not really explaining myself here. It's not that I don't want you to give a shit about me, but… I hardly know you. It's a bit awkward going into the deep, personal stuff with you, but when you're constantly there it just… you know, tumbles out and makes me feel a bit uncomfortable, really. I don't usually open up to strangers, you know? But you're kinda forcing it to happen."
"Then you tell me to piss off and throw things at my head, you daft sod!" I sighed. "Like you did last night, remember? Although maybe not so violently, I swear if that chair had made contact it'd have done some permanent damage." Matt snorted and I shook my head. "Look, can we carry this on a bit later maybe? I don't fancy another row and I am going to kill someone if I don't get coffee soon."
"Oh, I'm not trying to row with you…" said Matt quickly, looking quite upset at the thought.
"Well the mood I'm in, a row might just spontaneously happen. In case you hadn't noticed, Lita managed to upset me a bit and, well, you know." I shrugged.
"Yeah, and about Lita," said Matt quickly as I started towards the door. "Don't hate her on my behalf. She's actually a good person, deep down."
"Well it must be buried real deep under the layers of bitch then," I muttered.
"Don't say that…" he began.
"Why not? She's been nothing but nasty to me ever since I got here," I pointed out. "If she was actually nice to me I might be inclined to agree with you, but she hasn't."
"Oh, and you've done nothing to aggravate that I suppose?" said Matt sharply.
"Not to my knowledge, no," I snapped. "I'm sorry Matt, I know you were in love with her, but I can't stand the slag, okay? And now we're rowing," I added as he opened his mouth to shout at me. "Told you this would happen. And for the record, yes I don't like what she did to you. Yes, I don't like what she keeps on doing to you inside this house. But SHE insulted me, SHE hit me first, and you don't expect me to fight back? Sorry but I can't turn the other cheek. It's not me."
"Maybe you should learn," suggested Matt and I simply shook my head and shrugged, turned and walked back into the house, just as Big Brother announced it was time for us to make our nominations for tonight's eviction.
