Title: Last Time
Chapter Title: Um…:: shrug ::
Summary: A requested intergender six-man elimination match on Raw has nothing to do with Lita and Jeff Hardy. Just the fact that D'Von Dudley's in it…and the fact that an enemy of their enemy is their friend.
Note: I realize the Raven thing is probably waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of date for this time frame, but he just suits the role of grim-news-passer- on-er so well I just couldn't put in anyone else, so just pretend that…Raven signed a WWF contract before the whole Invasion thing. I also think that Mick Foley's the Commissioner now and then, but I don't think he's ever really at the shows, so Regal's the Commish.
Note Two: This is short, but I've got a half-formed idea in my head and it doesn't want to come out without a fight. Plus, I'm trying to watch the last three weeks of WWF Raw and Smackdown! to see all the new alliances and feuds (Personal Note: Who thinks Rock-Hogan and Bradshaw-Kane are going to be a couple of tag-teams? Plus, who thinks there's going to be a tag-team- championship-switch at Backlash?). Not to mention watching all the PPVs I can get my hands on…and oh my God I want 'Leap Of Faith!' They don't freaking sell it in Australia! @#$%^&*@#$%^$#@$%*@^%#$%^$%^$#*%@!!!!!!!
(On camera)
A dark figure entered William Regal's room with a knock. With the camera angle, it was impossible to see anything of the man, except that he had darkish hair.
"Who is that, King?" JR asked out the front.
"Mr. Regal, sir," the man began, knowing the Commissioner just lapped up all kinds of manners and praise. "As the Commissioner of the WWF, I would like you to set up a match for me."
"Well, my dear man, any requests on the match?" the Englishman asked. "I must say, if you're looking for a title shot, I'm not the man-"
"Oh, no, it's not a title shot," the man explained, nervously smoothing back his hair. "I just want a match…no disqualifications, no count outs, tag team, singles, ladders match, TLC match, anything…any match, next Monday on Raw."
"Well, that can be arranged," Regal said confidently, settling back in his chair. "I'll put you up against Tes-"
"No, no, no, I don't want Test, or Kane, or Tajiri…I have a certain person in mind."
Regal cocked an eyebrow, as the wrestler ran a hand up his arm absently. "Care to share?"
"I want D'Von Dudley," the man said without emotion.
"D'Von? Why would anyone want to be in a match with D'Von? Now Stacey, I could understand…" the King squawked.
"Okay…you and D'Von, in a…tag team match."
The figure nodded. "Hang on…thought of something better…"
"Yes?"
"It must be an intergender, six-man tag-team elimination match. D'Von, Bubba Ray, Stacy Keibler versus me, and two other Superstars. I'll get back to you on the others."
The man then left without saying another word, leaving Regal to stare after him in confusion.
(Commercial break)
Lita walked wearily yet quickly down the hall towards the car park. Jeff had gone ahead, something about needing to discuss something with Christian, and she was meeting him at the car. Suddenly she was pulled to the side, and a hand was clapped over her mouth.
"Now, Lita," a voice sneered. "Now we can talk."
Lita's eyes widened. "Mmmhmmmahm!" she tried through the hand.
"No, no, no, don't bother. No one's around, just you, and me. Now, let's go somewhere…quiet." She barely had time to compute the words before she smelt a sickeningly sweet smell, and a cloth was placed other her nose and mouth. The man's hands shook with the effort of trying to restrain her, but slowly the chemical took effect. Lita slowly slumped, her full weight taken on by the man.
Dark eyes looked down scornfully at the woman lying on the ground. "I don't know why Matt Hardy likes you so much," the man sneered. "You're nothing better that a little worthless tramp. But he'll come running and then…" D'Von Dudley smiled. "For the last time, I'll prove to him why he shouldn't mess with the Dudleys."
Jeff stormed down the hallway only minutes afterward, worried about his best friend-slash-almost sister. He ran a hand through his currently green and red hair. Almost sister being the key words. He loved her as a sister, always would, not like his brother. No, that love was the boyfriend- girlfriend type, and Matt had proved that three times, at least. One, the match with Bradshaw for asking private questions about Lita, two, that save from D'Von Dudley, and three, that poem and song. Jeff knew Matt wrote poems and verse, hell he had even read some of them, but he had no idea Matt actually…well, practiced his own songs. That poem…it was just one hundred percent Matt. 'As I stay here, I wonder why/I made you go at all/It's too late/You're already gone'. That was something he could picture Matt writing, especially with the things that had been going on in the last month or so. It wasn't the best poem ever written; probably if it was ever sent in to an editor it wouldn't get published, but it loaned the highest flyer of the WWF an insight to the mind of Matthew Hardy.
He stopped as a sweet scent invaded his nose, and he trailed the smell to a small alcove off to the side. The green-haired Jeff slowly picked up the green hair tie he recognized from Lita's hair earlier, and cursed, slamming a hand into the wall. "Dammit!"
"What's the matter, Hardy?" a voice asked, startling Jeff. As he whirled around, he saw Raven leaning against the wall.
"You tell me, Raven," Jeff said trying to keep his voice calm.
Raven lost his smile. "I can tell you that if you don't talk to your brother and tell him that Lita's missing, there's no telling what could happen to her."
Quicker than Raven's eye could follow, Jeff Hardy was up, both hands at Raven's shirt. Raven felt a moment of fear; the last time the Hardy had been this…intense…was at the steel cage match when Edge and Christian were beating up his brother, and he was helpless outside. "You had better tell me what's going on," Jeff said menacingly. His 6'2" towered over Raven's smaller one, making the 2-inch difference seem like a lot more.
"There's a Dudley problem. D'Von drugged Lita and took her somewhere," Raven said, trying to squirm out of Jeff's grasp.
"Shit," Jeff said quietly to himself. Raven took advantage and wriggled his way out of Jeff's hold, walking quickly down the hall towards the car park. Jeff hardly noticed, his mind square on Lita's disappearance. "Shit," he repeated, heading the opposite way from Raven.
_I just hope he still meditates after his matches_, Jeff thought to himself. He broke into a jog. _I hope I'm the first to interrupt._
Matt's mind slipped away from his mental 'body', and his mind blissfully went blank. The oldest Hardy loved the post-match relaxation he gave himself twice a week, and enjoyed it until he was interrupted. Dark chocolate brown eyes stayed open, defocusing on the door handle but not seeing it. Instead he saw the beautiful red of Lita's hair, the black of his own, the bright purple, blues and greens Jeff favoured. Pictures flew through his mind at dizzying speed, yet he felt detached, and was safe. Over all the sensations, he could feel the light addition of vanilla and burning.
His eyes focused as the door banged open, and he saw a light green T- shirt. The older Hardy's eyes raised, and one eyebrow rose as he saw the absolute uncontrollable fury in his younger brother's eyes. "Hurry up, Matt," Jeff said abruptly.
"That's nice, Jeff," Matt said amiably. "I thought I taught you better. Hellos first, remember?"
"Hello. Hurry up, Matt."
Matt had to chuckle. "To borrow a line from the Rock, what in the blue hell are you doing in my dressing room?"
"Look, I'll explain on the way." Matt's eyebrow rose even more. "Okay…I have to piss you off," Jeff said quietly under his breath. "Um…you've got slime for balls?"
Matt stood from his chair and stretched, a popping sound coming from his back. "I'm sure your old girlfriends would debate that," he said in return.
"Ooookay…you're a dickhead?"
"Must have inherited your dick, eh?" the oldest Hardy replied as he lightly pushed the chair into the corner with his foot.
"You're a sore loser who was never good for anything?"
"I seem to remember a young man by the name of Jeffery Nero Hardy cheating to win the what I can safely say was only match I was a sore loser in." Matt picked up his spiral incense and extinguished the flame with two fingers.
"Jesus…okay, I'll level. Lita's gone missing and Dudleyville's the reported abduction site." Jeff looked pleadingly at where his brother had been leaning against the wall (reminding him weirdly of Raven) but missed the brown eyes of his brother. He whirled around and saw Matt already at the door, an intense look of anger on his baby-face features.
"What the hell are you waiting for, Jeff?" he said calmly, too calmly.
Jeff grinned sadistically, an expression more at home on the Undertaker's face. "Nothing now."
Chapter Title: Um…:: shrug ::
Summary: A requested intergender six-man elimination match on Raw has nothing to do with Lita and Jeff Hardy. Just the fact that D'Von Dudley's in it…and the fact that an enemy of their enemy is their friend.
Note: I realize the Raven thing is probably waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of date for this time frame, but he just suits the role of grim-news-passer- on-er so well I just couldn't put in anyone else, so just pretend that…Raven signed a WWF contract before the whole Invasion thing. I also think that Mick Foley's the Commissioner now and then, but I don't think he's ever really at the shows, so Regal's the Commish.
Note Two: This is short, but I've got a half-formed idea in my head and it doesn't want to come out without a fight. Plus, I'm trying to watch the last three weeks of WWF Raw and Smackdown! to see all the new alliances and feuds (Personal Note: Who thinks Rock-Hogan and Bradshaw-Kane are going to be a couple of tag-teams? Plus, who thinks there's going to be a tag-team- championship-switch at Backlash?). Not to mention watching all the PPVs I can get my hands on…and oh my God I want 'Leap Of Faith!' They don't freaking sell it in Australia! @#$%^&*@#$%^$#@$%*@^%#$%^$%^$#*%@!!!!!!!
(On camera)
A dark figure entered William Regal's room with a knock. With the camera angle, it was impossible to see anything of the man, except that he had darkish hair.
"Who is that, King?" JR asked out the front.
"Mr. Regal, sir," the man began, knowing the Commissioner just lapped up all kinds of manners and praise. "As the Commissioner of the WWF, I would like you to set up a match for me."
"Well, my dear man, any requests on the match?" the Englishman asked. "I must say, if you're looking for a title shot, I'm not the man-"
"Oh, no, it's not a title shot," the man explained, nervously smoothing back his hair. "I just want a match…no disqualifications, no count outs, tag team, singles, ladders match, TLC match, anything…any match, next Monday on Raw."
"Well, that can be arranged," Regal said confidently, settling back in his chair. "I'll put you up against Tes-"
"No, no, no, I don't want Test, or Kane, or Tajiri…I have a certain person in mind."
Regal cocked an eyebrow, as the wrestler ran a hand up his arm absently. "Care to share?"
"I want D'Von Dudley," the man said without emotion.
"D'Von? Why would anyone want to be in a match with D'Von? Now Stacey, I could understand…" the King squawked.
"Okay…you and D'Von, in a…tag team match."
The figure nodded. "Hang on…thought of something better…"
"Yes?"
"It must be an intergender, six-man tag-team elimination match. D'Von, Bubba Ray, Stacy Keibler versus me, and two other Superstars. I'll get back to you on the others."
The man then left without saying another word, leaving Regal to stare after him in confusion.
(Commercial break)
Lita walked wearily yet quickly down the hall towards the car park. Jeff had gone ahead, something about needing to discuss something with Christian, and she was meeting him at the car. Suddenly she was pulled to the side, and a hand was clapped over her mouth.
"Now, Lita," a voice sneered. "Now we can talk."
Lita's eyes widened. "Mmmhmmmahm!" she tried through the hand.
"No, no, no, don't bother. No one's around, just you, and me. Now, let's go somewhere…quiet." She barely had time to compute the words before she smelt a sickeningly sweet smell, and a cloth was placed other her nose and mouth. The man's hands shook with the effort of trying to restrain her, but slowly the chemical took effect. Lita slowly slumped, her full weight taken on by the man.
Dark eyes looked down scornfully at the woman lying on the ground. "I don't know why Matt Hardy likes you so much," the man sneered. "You're nothing better that a little worthless tramp. But he'll come running and then…" D'Von Dudley smiled. "For the last time, I'll prove to him why he shouldn't mess with the Dudleys."
Jeff stormed down the hallway only minutes afterward, worried about his best friend-slash-almost sister. He ran a hand through his currently green and red hair. Almost sister being the key words. He loved her as a sister, always would, not like his brother. No, that love was the boyfriend- girlfriend type, and Matt had proved that three times, at least. One, the match with Bradshaw for asking private questions about Lita, two, that save from D'Von Dudley, and three, that poem and song. Jeff knew Matt wrote poems and verse, hell he had even read some of them, but he had no idea Matt actually…well, practiced his own songs. That poem…it was just one hundred percent Matt. 'As I stay here, I wonder why/I made you go at all/It's too late/You're already gone'. That was something he could picture Matt writing, especially with the things that had been going on in the last month or so. It wasn't the best poem ever written; probably if it was ever sent in to an editor it wouldn't get published, but it loaned the highest flyer of the WWF an insight to the mind of Matthew Hardy.
He stopped as a sweet scent invaded his nose, and he trailed the smell to a small alcove off to the side. The green-haired Jeff slowly picked up the green hair tie he recognized from Lita's hair earlier, and cursed, slamming a hand into the wall. "Dammit!"
"What's the matter, Hardy?" a voice asked, startling Jeff. As he whirled around, he saw Raven leaning against the wall.
"You tell me, Raven," Jeff said trying to keep his voice calm.
Raven lost his smile. "I can tell you that if you don't talk to your brother and tell him that Lita's missing, there's no telling what could happen to her."
Quicker than Raven's eye could follow, Jeff Hardy was up, both hands at Raven's shirt. Raven felt a moment of fear; the last time the Hardy had been this…intense…was at the steel cage match when Edge and Christian were beating up his brother, and he was helpless outside. "You had better tell me what's going on," Jeff said menacingly. His 6'2" towered over Raven's smaller one, making the 2-inch difference seem like a lot more.
"There's a Dudley problem. D'Von drugged Lita and took her somewhere," Raven said, trying to squirm out of Jeff's grasp.
"Shit," Jeff said quietly to himself. Raven took advantage and wriggled his way out of Jeff's hold, walking quickly down the hall towards the car park. Jeff hardly noticed, his mind square on Lita's disappearance. "Shit," he repeated, heading the opposite way from Raven.
_I just hope he still meditates after his matches_, Jeff thought to himself. He broke into a jog. _I hope I'm the first to interrupt._
Matt's mind slipped away from his mental 'body', and his mind blissfully went blank. The oldest Hardy loved the post-match relaxation he gave himself twice a week, and enjoyed it until he was interrupted. Dark chocolate brown eyes stayed open, defocusing on the door handle but not seeing it. Instead he saw the beautiful red of Lita's hair, the black of his own, the bright purple, blues and greens Jeff favoured. Pictures flew through his mind at dizzying speed, yet he felt detached, and was safe. Over all the sensations, he could feel the light addition of vanilla and burning.
His eyes focused as the door banged open, and he saw a light green T- shirt. The older Hardy's eyes raised, and one eyebrow rose as he saw the absolute uncontrollable fury in his younger brother's eyes. "Hurry up, Matt," Jeff said abruptly.
"That's nice, Jeff," Matt said amiably. "I thought I taught you better. Hellos first, remember?"
"Hello. Hurry up, Matt."
Matt had to chuckle. "To borrow a line from the Rock, what in the blue hell are you doing in my dressing room?"
"Look, I'll explain on the way." Matt's eyebrow rose even more. "Okay…I have to piss you off," Jeff said quietly under his breath. "Um…you've got slime for balls?"
Matt stood from his chair and stretched, a popping sound coming from his back. "I'm sure your old girlfriends would debate that," he said in return.
"Ooookay…you're a dickhead?"
"Must have inherited your dick, eh?" the oldest Hardy replied as he lightly pushed the chair into the corner with his foot.
"You're a sore loser who was never good for anything?"
"I seem to remember a young man by the name of Jeffery Nero Hardy cheating to win the what I can safely say was only match I was a sore loser in." Matt picked up his spiral incense and extinguished the flame with two fingers.
"Jesus…okay, I'll level. Lita's gone missing and Dudleyville's the reported abduction site." Jeff looked pleadingly at where his brother had been leaning against the wall (reminding him weirdly of Raven) but missed the brown eyes of his brother. He whirled around and saw Matt already at the door, an intense look of anger on his baby-face features.
"What the hell are you waiting for, Jeff?" he said calmly, too calmly.
Jeff grinned sadistically, an expression more at home on the Undertaker's face. "Nothing now."