RAW - June 17th
Taker sat watching the woman in front of him as she paced angrily. She wore a ankle length black coat, with deep red swirly gothic button fastenings, that matched the deep, blood red lining and her suede boots, which clacked noisily as left the room and entered the corridor, muttering 'Drink'.
He was surprised because this was the first time that she had left his side whilst at arena. Last week, before her appearance on the show, she had remained in the room when he left and hadn't gone anywhere alone. Then tonight she had been exactly the same, sticking to him like glue. Not in a clingy way, she just said she wanted to avoid any of Jeff's friends.
Not for the first time he pondered what he was doing with this girl. When she had turned up at the arena, with a plan to ensure his victory. Normally he wouldn't have accepted responsibility for anyone else but she had seemed so desperate to get back at Jeff. When he'd asked her why she wanted to hurt Jeff so much she had started crying and the whole sorry tale had come out. And what a sad tale it was, it immediately won him over and he had accepted her offer. Since then he had spent quite a few days getting to her, she'd even met Sara, and he realised how much she wanted to see Jeff and she just put it under the pretext of hurting him.
The door swung open and he looked up expecting to see Charity stood in the doorway. Instead the figure outlined in the frame was Jeff Hardy.
"Where is she?" He demanded "Why, Jeffery, that is no way to address a man who could kick your ass without batting an eyelash." Said a female voice from behind Jeff. He allowed her to enter and watched her as she removed her coat and placed it on the arm of sofa, revealing a black strapless top with a red gothic pattern on it and shortish flitty blood red skirt. Jeff glared at her as she walked over to stand next to Taker. "I want to talk to you Charity" he said through gritted teeth "After all I think you owe me an explanation!" "I owe you nothing Jeff, except the pain and grief you caused me" She replied smoothly before turning her back on him and saying to Taker "Shall we go Taker?"
In the ring
Jeff stormed out to the ring, not bothering with the gunz, just marching down the ramp. He jumped in the ring and grabbed a mic. "You won't explain yourself in the locker room, why don't you come out and tell me why you did, what you did?" 'Her Ghost in the Fog' begun to play and Charity appeared at the top of the ramp, and stood just glaring down at Jeff.
In the locker room "What?" Matt yelled down his phone, that had just rung. "Dude, is that who I think it is, out there with Jeff?" "Yeah Adam, its Charity!"
A house in Tampa Florida "Ha, you little brat Hardy, she always was a wild one!" Christian gloated, happy in the knowledge that the Hardyz would finally get what was coming to them!
Back in the Ring "Jeff, I've told you, there is nothing to explain! I just want to let you know how bad I felt! So you don't do it again!" "So, your going now?" "Darling," She sung "I told you, as bad as I felt! I'm gonna be here for a while!" and with this she left. In the back she almost walked into Matt, who grabbed her arm "What the hell do you think your doing" he spat fiercely, but Charity just smiled at him and yanked her arm away. His faced registered surprise as he realised she was strong enough to pull away from his vice like grip, she had changed! "Matt, I can only tell you what I've told Jeff, that I'm here to cause him pain!" "so, what is this whole Taker thing?" "C'mon Matt, you've known me how long? You know about my taker obsession!" For a moment Matt smiled, remembering times past his look soon hardened again though as she carried on "And who better to align myself with other than the baddest dog in the yard?" She said and stalked off.
Charity turned before Matt could see the tears in her eyes "show no weakness' she thought, but knew it was hopeless, she couldn't help it. 'Dammit woman' she growled to herself 'pull yourself together you've still got work to do' all she really wanted to do, however, was to go back to the hotel room, put on some Cradle, pour a glass of wine and wallow in self pity. Still she walked into Taker's locker room, ready for the rest of the show. It would be a good one, she would make sure of it. She grinned evilly thinking what she was going to do during the Undertaker/Matt Hardy match, and happily walked back to the locker room.
Charity was sat on Vince's leather sofa, and squashed into the big squishy seat. After earlier Taker had seen she needed a place to hide and he'd managed to 'persuade' Vince to give up his office for a while. She wanted this to bury her head in a cushion and not remove it until she was too old to care. She laughed, an empty hollow sound that reverberated against the walls. A bitter twisted old woman, that's what she felt like now ad she hated it so much it hurt. But she reasoned she hated Jeff more.
She was brought from her state of semi-conscious by the shrill ring of her cell phone. "Hello?" she answered, taking in the number on the display, she recognised it but it obviously wasn't in the address book. One syllable from the voice at the end of the phone was enough to remind her who it was.
"Charity, what are you doing?" "Hello Amy, I'm terrible, thanks for asking. I know its been a long time, hasn't it but the pain is still here and I don't want to talk about it, then now or ever! Bye!" She spat down the phone in one long breath before slamming it down. The phone had been down only a couple of minutes when it rung again "Now what?" She actually screamed down the phone "What are you doing Charity!" "Adam, is it any of your business?" "As a close friend of Jeff, and once upon a time yours, I feel I should try and stop you from ruining each others lives again!" "Me ruin his life? I loved that man and he ran off!" "Look, you just need to discuss this!" "The time for discussing was six months ago, and where was he? Bugger knows! I waited for his explanation but it never came" "To be fair you did leave." "I gave him a fortnight to tell me what the hell he was thinking! Look Adam I've let him ruin my life once before." She looked up to see Taker standing in the doorway "I loved that man more than I've ever loved anything my entire life and he screwed me around, I don't forgive and I don't forget! Now if you don't mind I have stuff to do!" and with this she put the phone down and looked back up at Taker. She smiled up at him, and waited for the obligatory 'are you alright?' but it only got to 'Are.' before the phone rang "Fuck off!" "Charity?" "What is this, all Jeff's friends stick their noses in his business day? Sponsored by Charity's insane rage?" She screeched. "Look I just think." "I just think you should all piss off and leave me alone! And where the hell did you all get my number from? Hang on a minute, I don't give a toss! Just piss off Shane!" and she threw the phone at a wall. Taker just watched her worriedly and wrapped his arms around her as she began to cry, huge wracking sobs.
The Undertaker VS Matt Hardy
After Taker has won the match Jeff runs down to start beating him. Charity climbs in the ring and she pulls Jeff off Taker, who glares madly at her and goes to hit her. He stops himself just in time, with his hand mm from her face. His kindness towards her, throws Charity and she stands staring at him surprised. She lets go of his arm and takes a step back, looking confused she continues backing into the corner until she hits the ropes. She stands backed against the ropes while Taker gets double teamed by Matt and Jeff, until she feels a hand on her shoulder and she turns and smiles at him, while he runs past her and begins to beat Jeff whilst Taker sets about on Matt, leaving him lying in the corner. Raven looks imploringly at her but her face remained blank. Suddenly Raven pushed Jeff towards her and began pulling at her coat. Moments later he pushed her away having produced a pair of handcuffs which he put on Jeff. He then attached Jeff to the ring.
Taker looked over to the helpless form of Jeff and begun to hit him. What started out as regular revenge began to be venting the hate from Charity. He got lost in a furious haze of hate and pain. He was however aware of Jeff waving wildly and yelling what sound like Charity but Taker attributed it to him trying to trick him and ignored it. It wasn't until Taker had finished beating Jeff that he saw the crumpled form of Charity lying in the corner of the ring, unconscious. Suddenly he understood Jeff's pleading looks and desperate waving. He picked up her fallen form and carried her out of the ring, aware that Jef was watching him, dispite he pain it must be causing him to twist like that. By now Matt had overpowered Raven and was looking at Jeff, wondering how to get the handcuffs off.
Taker looked down at the woman he was carrying, and realised that she had come round. She was watching the titan tron, and slowly she started wriggling, her hand in her bra. Moments later the hand emerged, a small silver key in her hand. She held it to Taker who gently put her down and walked back to the top of the ramp before throwing the key so it landed in the ring. He then swept her off her feet again and carried her backstage.
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Taker sat watching the woman in front of him as she paced angrily. She wore a ankle length black coat, with deep red swirly gothic button fastenings, that matched the deep, blood red lining and her suede boots, which clacked noisily as left the room and entered the corridor, muttering 'Drink'.
He was surprised because this was the first time that she had left his side whilst at arena. Last week, before her appearance on the show, she had remained in the room when he left and hadn't gone anywhere alone. Then tonight she had been exactly the same, sticking to him like glue. Not in a clingy way, she just said she wanted to avoid any of Jeff's friends.
Not for the first time he pondered what he was doing with this girl. When she had turned up at the arena, with a plan to ensure his victory. Normally he wouldn't have accepted responsibility for anyone else but she had seemed so desperate to get back at Jeff. When he'd asked her why she wanted to hurt Jeff so much she had started crying and the whole sorry tale had come out. And what a sad tale it was, it immediately won him over and he had accepted her offer. Since then he had spent quite a few days getting to her, she'd even met Sara, and he realised how much she wanted to see Jeff and she just put it under the pretext of hurting him.
The door swung open and he looked up expecting to see Charity stood in the doorway. Instead the figure outlined in the frame was Jeff Hardy.
"Where is she?" He demanded "Why, Jeffery, that is no way to address a man who could kick your ass without batting an eyelash." Said a female voice from behind Jeff. He allowed her to enter and watched her as she removed her coat and placed it on the arm of sofa, revealing a black strapless top with a red gothic pattern on it and shortish flitty blood red skirt. Jeff glared at her as she walked over to stand next to Taker. "I want to talk to you Charity" he said through gritted teeth "After all I think you owe me an explanation!" "I owe you nothing Jeff, except the pain and grief you caused me" She replied smoothly before turning her back on him and saying to Taker "Shall we go Taker?"
In the ring
Jeff stormed out to the ring, not bothering with the gunz, just marching down the ramp. He jumped in the ring and grabbed a mic. "You won't explain yourself in the locker room, why don't you come out and tell me why you did, what you did?" 'Her Ghost in the Fog' begun to play and Charity appeared at the top of the ramp, and stood just glaring down at Jeff.
In the locker room "What?" Matt yelled down his phone, that had just rung. "Dude, is that who I think it is, out there with Jeff?" "Yeah Adam, its Charity!"
A house in Tampa Florida "Ha, you little brat Hardy, she always was a wild one!" Christian gloated, happy in the knowledge that the Hardyz would finally get what was coming to them!
Back in the Ring "Jeff, I've told you, there is nothing to explain! I just want to let you know how bad I felt! So you don't do it again!" "So, your going now?" "Darling," She sung "I told you, as bad as I felt! I'm gonna be here for a while!" and with this she left. In the back she almost walked into Matt, who grabbed her arm "What the hell do you think your doing" he spat fiercely, but Charity just smiled at him and yanked her arm away. His faced registered surprise as he realised she was strong enough to pull away from his vice like grip, she had changed! "Matt, I can only tell you what I've told Jeff, that I'm here to cause him pain!" "so, what is this whole Taker thing?" "C'mon Matt, you've known me how long? You know about my taker obsession!" For a moment Matt smiled, remembering times past his look soon hardened again though as she carried on "And who better to align myself with other than the baddest dog in the yard?" She said and stalked off.
Charity turned before Matt could see the tears in her eyes "show no weakness' she thought, but knew it was hopeless, she couldn't help it. 'Dammit woman' she growled to herself 'pull yourself together you've still got work to do' all she really wanted to do, however, was to go back to the hotel room, put on some Cradle, pour a glass of wine and wallow in self pity. Still she walked into Taker's locker room, ready for the rest of the show. It would be a good one, she would make sure of it. She grinned evilly thinking what she was going to do during the Undertaker/Matt Hardy match, and happily walked back to the locker room.
Charity was sat on Vince's leather sofa, and squashed into the big squishy seat. After earlier Taker had seen she needed a place to hide and he'd managed to 'persuade' Vince to give up his office for a while. She wanted this to bury her head in a cushion and not remove it until she was too old to care. She laughed, an empty hollow sound that reverberated against the walls. A bitter twisted old woman, that's what she felt like now ad she hated it so much it hurt. But she reasoned she hated Jeff more.
She was brought from her state of semi-conscious by the shrill ring of her cell phone. "Hello?" she answered, taking in the number on the display, she recognised it but it obviously wasn't in the address book. One syllable from the voice at the end of the phone was enough to remind her who it was.
"Charity, what are you doing?" "Hello Amy, I'm terrible, thanks for asking. I know its been a long time, hasn't it but the pain is still here and I don't want to talk about it, then now or ever! Bye!" She spat down the phone in one long breath before slamming it down. The phone had been down only a couple of minutes when it rung again "Now what?" She actually screamed down the phone "What are you doing Charity!" "Adam, is it any of your business?" "As a close friend of Jeff, and once upon a time yours, I feel I should try and stop you from ruining each others lives again!" "Me ruin his life? I loved that man and he ran off!" "Look, you just need to discuss this!" "The time for discussing was six months ago, and where was he? Bugger knows! I waited for his explanation but it never came" "To be fair you did leave." "I gave him a fortnight to tell me what the hell he was thinking! Look Adam I've let him ruin my life once before." She looked up to see Taker standing in the doorway "I loved that man more than I've ever loved anything my entire life and he screwed me around, I don't forgive and I don't forget! Now if you don't mind I have stuff to do!" and with this she put the phone down and looked back up at Taker. She smiled up at him, and waited for the obligatory 'are you alright?' but it only got to 'Are.' before the phone rang "Fuck off!" "Charity?" "What is this, all Jeff's friends stick their noses in his business day? Sponsored by Charity's insane rage?" She screeched. "Look I just think." "I just think you should all piss off and leave me alone! And where the hell did you all get my number from? Hang on a minute, I don't give a toss! Just piss off Shane!" and she threw the phone at a wall. Taker just watched her worriedly and wrapped his arms around her as she began to cry, huge wracking sobs.
The Undertaker VS Matt Hardy
After Taker has won the match Jeff runs down to start beating him. Charity climbs in the ring and she pulls Jeff off Taker, who glares madly at her and goes to hit her. He stops himself just in time, with his hand mm from her face. His kindness towards her, throws Charity and she stands staring at him surprised. She lets go of his arm and takes a step back, looking confused she continues backing into the corner until she hits the ropes. She stands backed against the ropes while Taker gets double teamed by Matt and Jeff, until she feels a hand on her shoulder and she turns and smiles at him, while he runs past her and begins to beat Jeff whilst Taker sets about on Matt, leaving him lying in the corner. Raven looks imploringly at her but her face remained blank. Suddenly Raven pushed Jeff towards her and began pulling at her coat. Moments later he pushed her away having produced a pair of handcuffs which he put on Jeff. He then attached Jeff to the ring.
Taker looked over to the helpless form of Jeff and begun to hit him. What started out as regular revenge began to be venting the hate from Charity. He got lost in a furious haze of hate and pain. He was however aware of Jeff waving wildly and yelling what sound like Charity but Taker attributed it to him trying to trick him and ignored it. It wasn't until Taker had finished beating Jeff that he saw the crumpled form of Charity lying in the corner of the ring, unconscious. Suddenly he understood Jeff's pleading looks and desperate waving. He picked up her fallen form and carried her out of the ring, aware that Jef was watching him, dispite he pain it must be causing him to twist like that. By now Matt had overpowered Raven and was looking at Jeff, wondering how to get the handcuffs off.
Taker looked down at the woman he was carrying, and realised that she had come round. She was watching the titan tron, and slowly she started wriggling, her hand in her bra. Moments later the hand emerged, a small silver key in her hand. She held it to Taker who gently put her down and walked back to the top of the ramp before throwing the key so it landed in the ring. He then swept her off her feet again and carried her backstage.
So another chapter, another request for reviews! Please review etc.!