Part 11.
The next week, RAW was held in Little Rock, Arkansas, with Stone Cold Steve Austin declaring that service men and women who held current military identification would be allowed into the arena free of charge.
In the locker rooms Lita wandered around for a while, trying to get a 'feel' for the arena, something Trish knew she loved doing.
As she walked down one of the halls, trying to get back to her own locker room, where Trish would be waiting for her, Lita was stopped by La Resistance.
"Excuse me, can you tell us where we are?" Sylvan asked her, in his heavily accented English.
"Oui." Lita answered him, changing easily to French. "Je m'appelle Lita." She told them.
"It is very nice to meet you." Rene told her, "And lovely to hear such beautiful French."
She smiled, good naturedly. "Just follow the corridor down and take the first turn on your left." Lita told them in English. "That should bring you out near your locker room.
"Thank you very much." Sylvan began, "Perhaps we could buy you a drink? No?"
"No thank you." She told them politely. "But thank you for the offer."
"No, I think you need to come and have a drink." Rene took hold of her arm.
"She said 'no.'" Another voice spoke.
"In this country, that means you leave the lady alone." Shawn Michaels told Sylvan and Rene.
"I spit on your country." Rene told him acidly.
"Get lost." Kevin told the two men, "And don't come near Lita again."
At his urging, both the Frenchmen scat, darting away before any harm could befall them.
"Thank you." Lita told them both.
"You're welcome." Shawn told her. "We'll walk you back to your locker room."
"You must think I can't take care of myself." She said as they walked.
"You shouldn't have to." Kevin told her. "Saying 'no' should be enough."
"It never is." Lita told them.
Trish met them at the door of their locker room. "I was getting worried about you." She told Lita, hugging the brunette.
"I was just taking a walk." Lita promised her.
"You were gone for so long though."
"Trish asked us if we'd seen you." Kevin explained. "We said we'd keep an eye out."
"Did something happen?" Trish asked, looking up at the three people standing in front of her.
"I almost got into a 'spot of trouble'." Lita confessed.
"The crazy little French bastards don't understand the meaning of the word no." Kevin growled. "What happened?" Bill appeared behind them, moving instantly to Lita's side.
"They just wanted me to have a drink with them." Lita reassured him. "I'm fine."
"We got there before they could make her go anywhere." Shawn promised.
"Are you sure they didn't hurt you?" Bill asked her.
"I'm totally fine." She told him.
After the first matched was over, the Hurricane and Rosey versus La Resistance, with the Hurricane and Rosey winning the match, Lita, Trish, Bill, Shawn and Kevin sat, or stood in the co-GM's office.
"Why are we all here?" Shawn asked.
"Shut up." Bischoff snapped at him.
"With pleasure." He muttered sarcastically.
"You're all here because..." Steve began, realizing that half the superstars were staring at the Wide Screen television, the other half staring at Lita, the expression on her face completely unreadable.
The screen was dark, though several of the lighting fixtures in the arena were still on.
"Turn it up." Steve barked at Bischoff.
With the volume turned up, they all heard the last notes of the Hardy Boys theme, while the lights went back on in the arena, Matt Hardy standing in the ring.
"Now I know that I'm not a RAW superstar." Matt began, "But since what I have to say concerns one of the RAW superstars, I'm here. Any one like to guess who I'm here to talk about?"
The crowd remained eerily silent as he spoke.
"That's right, Lita." Matt continued. "Now, it's not new that Lita and I broke up, and it's not new that I'm talking about it. What's new is what I have to say. Apparently, the buzz in the WWE is that she's seeing another superstar, a RAW superstar, by the name of Bill Goldberg.
Poor guy, putting up with her. Just wanted to tell him, I feel really bad that you ended up being the re-bound guy, and I also wanted to tell everyone exactly why Lita and I broke up, and it wasn't because of her injury either. We broke up because emotionally she can't support a long term relationship. Lita might look like a beautiful woman and she might seem like a team player, but she just can't deal with being part of a team. She thought she was going to wash up, so she washed her hands of everything that reminded her of the wrestling world, even me. I know I don't want that girlfriend back. Especially not when she's sleeping around."
As he finished speaking the crowd began to boo him, chanting their favourite catchlines, 'Asshole', and 'You Suck'.
"What the hell is Matt Hardy doing here?" Bischoff asked, though no one answered. "He can't be here."
Beside Lita, Trish moved to get up, fuming. "I'm going to fix that sorry son of a..."
"Sit down." Lita told her. "All of you, sit down, and stay out of this."
"You just going to let him rubbish you in front of everyone?" Shawn asked her.
"I have too." She answered. "I'm not the bad guy in our relationship, but he's been copping all of the hard press. It's always pissed him off."
"I'm gonna Spear that son of a bitch into the steps if I can." Goldberg fumed.
"You won't do anything." Lita told him, "Except stay here."
She stood for a moment, staring at the screen, where the crowd was chanting 'Lita, Lita.'
"Can I have about five minutes with him." Lita asked Steve. "He wants to rubbish me in front of god knows how many people, I'll talk to him in front of them."
"What are you going to say?" Trish asked her.
"Not much I hope. The truth if I can stomach it." Lita told her. "But I'm gonna do something I don't normally do in public, and before you ask, I'm not going to cry, I hope."
With those words she left the room, walking up the back, and taking a microphone from one of the sound technicians.
No music played as she walked out onto the causeway leading down to the ring. The crowd went wild when they saw her, while Matt started.
She waited until the crowd had quieted before she began to speak. "I don't know why your here Matt, whether it's because you're jealous, or you still feel like you own me, but all you've done so far is lie."
Slowly she began to pace along the top of the causeway, before stopping to look down at him. "I was waiting for an answer as to why you felt you needed to come here and lie, rubbishing me in front of so many people, but I guess I don't get one. So since you can't answer me, I'll answer you, and I'll give all of these people an insight into why we broke up." As she finished speaking, music began to play through the speaker system, the notes sad and almost haunting as Lita began to sing.
"You mixed me up
For someone who would fall apart without you
Yeah you
You broke me heart for the first time, but I'll get over that too
It's hard to find the reasons
Who can see the rhyme?
I guess that we were seasons out of time
I guess you didn't know me
If you think love is blind
That I wouldn't see the flaws between the lines
Surprised
That I caught you out on every single time
That you lied
Did you think that every time I'd see you I would cry?
No, not me, not I
No, not me, not I
The story goes on without you
There's got to be another ending
But yeah you,
You broke my heart,
Won't be the last time
But I'll get over the tears
As a new door opens, we close the ones behind
And if you search your soul I know you'll find
You never really knew me
If you think love is blind
That I wouldn't see the flaws between the lines
Surprise
That I caught you out on every single time
That you lied
Did you think that every time I'd see you I would cry?
No, not me, not I
Not I, not I
Not I.
When you said to me
Or you promised me
All the mystery
I never did believe
No one ever cried
No one ever lied Please, not I.
If you think love is blind
That I wouldn't see the flaws between the lines
Surprise
That I caught you out on every single time
That you lied
Did you think that every time I'd see you I would cry?
No, not I
I won't cry
No not me, not I
Not I, not I
No not me, not I
Not I."
In the co-GM's office everyone was silent.
"That was amazing." Kevin said quietly. "She has a beautiful voice."
"She wasn't wrong." Trish said softly. "It's so hard to get her to sing in public, especially her own songs."
"I don't understand." Shawn said as they watched Lita walk back down the causeway, and into back stage, cameras following her movements.
"You're not meant too." Trish told him, getting up. "I'm going to check on her." She left the room, the others following close behind.
The next week, RAW was held in Little Rock, Arkansas, with Stone Cold Steve Austin declaring that service men and women who held current military identification would be allowed into the arena free of charge.
In the locker rooms Lita wandered around for a while, trying to get a 'feel' for the arena, something Trish knew she loved doing.
As she walked down one of the halls, trying to get back to her own locker room, where Trish would be waiting for her, Lita was stopped by La Resistance.
"Excuse me, can you tell us where we are?" Sylvan asked her, in his heavily accented English.
"Oui." Lita answered him, changing easily to French. "Je m'appelle Lita." She told them.
"It is very nice to meet you." Rene told her, "And lovely to hear such beautiful French."
She smiled, good naturedly. "Just follow the corridor down and take the first turn on your left." Lita told them in English. "That should bring you out near your locker room.
"Thank you very much." Sylvan began, "Perhaps we could buy you a drink? No?"
"No thank you." She told them politely. "But thank you for the offer."
"No, I think you need to come and have a drink." Rene took hold of her arm.
"She said 'no.'" Another voice spoke.
"In this country, that means you leave the lady alone." Shawn Michaels told Sylvan and Rene.
"I spit on your country." Rene told him acidly.
"Get lost." Kevin told the two men, "And don't come near Lita again."
At his urging, both the Frenchmen scat, darting away before any harm could befall them.
"Thank you." Lita told them both.
"You're welcome." Shawn told her. "We'll walk you back to your locker room."
"You must think I can't take care of myself." She said as they walked.
"You shouldn't have to." Kevin told her. "Saying 'no' should be enough."
"It never is." Lita told them.
Trish met them at the door of their locker room. "I was getting worried about you." She told Lita, hugging the brunette.
"I was just taking a walk." Lita promised her.
"You were gone for so long though."
"Trish asked us if we'd seen you." Kevin explained. "We said we'd keep an eye out."
"Did something happen?" Trish asked, looking up at the three people standing in front of her.
"I almost got into a 'spot of trouble'." Lita confessed.
"The crazy little French bastards don't understand the meaning of the word no." Kevin growled. "What happened?" Bill appeared behind them, moving instantly to Lita's side.
"They just wanted me to have a drink with them." Lita reassured him. "I'm fine."
"We got there before they could make her go anywhere." Shawn promised.
"Are you sure they didn't hurt you?" Bill asked her.
"I'm totally fine." She told him.
After the first matched was over, the Hurricane and Rosey versus La Resistance, with the Hurricane and Rosey winning the match, Lita, Trish, Bill, Shawn and Kevin sat, or stood in the co-GM's office.
"Why are we all here?" Shawn asked.
"Shut up." Bischoff snapped at him.
"With pleasure." He muttered sarcastically.
"You're all here because..." Steve began, realizing that half the superstars were staring at the Wide Screen television, the other half staring at Lita, the expression on her face completely unreadable.
The screen was dark, though several of the lighting fixtures in the arena were still on.
"Turn it up." Steve barked at Bischoff.
With the volume turned up, they all heard the last notes of the Hardy Boys theme, while the lights went back on in the arena, Matt Hardy standing in the ring.
"Now I know that I'm not a RAW superstar." Matt began, "But since what I have to say concerns one of the RAW superstars, I'm here. Any one like to guess who I'm here to talk about?"
The crowd remained eerily silent as he spoke.
"That's right, Lita." Matt continued. "Now, it's not new that Lita and I broke up, and it's not new that I'm talking about it. What's new is what I have to say. Apparently, the buzz in the WWE is that she's seeing another superstar, a RAW superstar, by the name of Bill Goldberg.
Poor guy, putting up with her. Just wanted to tell him, I feel really bad that you ended up being the re-bound guy, and I also wanted to tell everyone exactly why Lita and I broke up, and it wasn't because of her injury either. We broke up because emotionally she can't support a long term relationship. Lita might look like a beautiful woman and she might seem like a team player, but she just can't deal with being part of a team. She thought she was going to wash up, so she washed her hands of everything that reminded her of the wrestling world, even me. I know I don't want that girlfriend back. Especially not when she's sleeping around."
As he finished speaking the crowd began to boo him, chanting their favourite catchlines, 'Asshole', and 'You Suck'.
"What the hell is Matt Hardy doing here?" Bischoff asked, though no one answered. "He can't be here."
Beside Lita, Trish moved to get up, fuming. "I'm going to fix that sorry son of a..."
"Sit down." Lita told her. "All of you, sit down, and stay out of this."
"You just going to let him rubbish you in front of everyone?" Shawn asked her.
"I have too." She answered. "I'm not the bad guy in our relationship, but he's been copping all of the hard press. It's always pissed him off."
"I'm gonna Spear that son of a bitch into the steps if I can." Goldberg fumed.
"You won't do anything." Lita told him, "Except stay here."
She stood for a moment, staring at the screen, where the crowd was chanting 'Lita, Lita.'
"Can I have about five minutes with him." Lita asked Steve. "He wants to rubbish me in front of god knows how many people, I'll talk to him in front of them."
"What are you going to say?" Trish asked her.
"Not much I hope. The truth if I can stomach it." Lita told her. "But I'm gonna do something I don't normally do in public, and before you ask, I'm not going to cry, I hope."
With those words she left the room, walking up the back, and taking a microphone from one of the sound technicians.
No music played as she walked out onto the causeway leading down to the ring. The crowd went wild when they saw her, while Matt started.
She waited until the crowd had quieted before she began to speak. "I don't know why your here Matt, whether it's because you're jealous, or you still feel like you own me, but all you've done so far is lie."
Slowly she began to pace along the top of the causeway, before stopping to look down at him. "I was waiting for an answer as to why you felt you needed to come here and lie, rubbishing me in front of so many people, but I guess I don't get one. So since you can't answer me, I'll answer you, and I'll give all of these people an insight into why we broke up." As she finished speaking, music began to play through the speaker system, the notes sad and almost haunting as Lita began to sing.
"You mixed me up
For someone who would fall apart without you
Yeah you
You broke me heart for the first time, but I'll get over that too
It's hard to find the reasons
Who can see the rhyme?
I guess that we were seasons out of time
I guess you didn't know me
If you think love is blind
That I wouldn't see the flaws between the lines
Surprised
That I caught you out on every single time
That you lied
Did you think that every time I'd see you I would cry?
No, not me, not I
No, not me, not I
The story goes on without you
There's got to be another ending
But yeah you,
You broke my heart,
Won't be the last time
But I'll get over the tears
As a new door opens, we close the ones behind
And if you search your soul I know you'll find
You never really knew me
If you think love is blind
That I wouldn't see the flaws between the lines
Surprise
That I caught you out on every single time
That you lied
Did you think that every time I'd see you I would cry?
No, not me, not I
Not I, not I
Not I.
When you said to me
Or you promised me
All the mystery
I never did believe
No one ever cried
No one ever lied Please, not I.
If you think love is blind
That I wouldn't see the flaws between the lines
Surprise
That I caught you out on every single time
That you lied
Did you think that every time I'd see you I would cry?
No, not I
I won't cry
No not me, not I
Not I, not I
No not me, not I
Not I."
In the co-GM's office everyone was silent.
"That was amazing." Kevin said quietly. "She has a beautiful voice."
"She wasn't wrong." Trish said softly. "It's so hard to get her to sing in public, especially her own songs."
"I don't understand." Shawn said as they watched Lita walk back down the causeway, and into back stage, cameras following her movements.
"You're not meant too." Trish told him, getting up. "I'm going to check on her." She left the room, the others following close behind.