family to them which makes her my
enemy as well, that would be like going against everything I stand for...
I
AM NOT IN LOVE WITH LITA!
Do I need to make a memo and send
it to everybody on the WWF roster? Because, I'll do that, it's not that
big of a problem if that is what it takes to show everybody that I am NOT
in love with Lita... let me repeat that... NOT IN LOVE... WITH LITA!
I don't love anybody but myself,
ask Chyna, she would be glad to attest to that little fact. I have too
big of an ego to love someone else; it would suffocate Lita... I mean geez,
I can't stay faithful to a woman if my life depended on it. I mean, why
would I want to stay faithful to Lita since I DON'T LOVE HER! There
is no reason for me to be having this argument with my brain right now!
NOT IN LOVE! This is me being
NOT
in love! Ah, see how grand it is? It's just me... ME ME ME!
No
one else means anything to me, I am the most important thing in my life,
well besides that damn European belt that is tightly hung around Matt Hardy's
waist, but even before my belt... I COME FIRST!
Me... I... Damn it what was I trying
to say?
I HATE this! How can a person
that never meant anything to me before, how can a person I am NOT in love
with, suffocate my mind 24/7? Life shouldn't be like this, and the damn
cheering of the crowd isn't helping... My match isn't up yet; I have a
match with Jeff, we're supposed to be tag team partners against the blonde
bombshells
Christian and Edge.
HELP! Anything! Anyone! I
just need something to get my mind off of the cheering of the crowd; the
thundering boos and cheers of the crowd... I need something to make me
stop thinking about ... Lita.
Flipping over on the couch, I turn
on the radio... A SONG! Music is like supposed to heal the heart
or whatnot... plus it's distraction, distraction is good.
How can you be so warm?
How can you know what I feel?
Well, it's the way you move your
hands,
And it's the way you understand.
And that's the reason that I'm
asking.
That's the reason that I want
to know.
And that's the reason that I'm
asking,
And that's the reason that I'm...
How can you throw everything you
live for?
Well, it's the way we shake and
sway.
Oh, and it's the passion that
you play.
And that's the reason that I'm
asking.
That's the reason that I want
to know.
And that's the reason that I'm
asking,
And that's the reason that I'm...
Too many lost.
Links in a chain passed down
through the years,
But ending here, if we just face
the pain and the fear.
Who did you love before?
Who did they love before you?
But it's the way you move your
hands
And it's the way you understand.
And that's the reason that I'm
asking.
That's the reason that I want
to know.
And that's the reason that I'm
asking,
And that's the reason that I'm...
Okay music sucks.
Pacing! Pacing works, turn off that
damn sappy song and pace!
I...
DO...
NOT...
LOVE...
LITA!
Some might call this denial, but
I am not in denial, I'm not really! I'm just stating that I don't LOVE
Lita! It's that simple... NO LOVE for the beautiful highflying redhead...
see told you I wasn't in denial.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
DOOR! Someone is at the door!
Answer it Eddie! DISTRACTION!
"Yeah?" I ask aggravated once I see
that is Chyna on the other side of the door.
Chyna... don't get me wrong, my ex-mamacita
is beautiful as can be, but I know why she is here... to make my life a
living hell because that is what I did to her. She HATES me, I wasted her
precious time, I told her time after time that I loved her, and what did
I do when she stayed by my side? I screamed at her, treated her awful,
totally disrespected her... You wouldn't think that a little man like me
could make a big woman like Chyna cry, but you could be surprised... and
no that wasn't me being proud of the fact that I made Chyna cry, actually
I hate that I did that.
WHO THE HELL AM I? Before
I didn't give a crap about what I did in the past, before I wasn't waiting
in my locker-room for Jeff Hardy to come pick me up for our match, before
I never had to try so hard to have a conversation with a girl... but Lita---
not going there... oh look Chyna is still here.
"Eddie..." Chyna's voice is soft
but has a menacing tone to it... ah Chyna and her many different tones
of voices.
"Hmm?" I ask leaning against the
door; Okay just because I don't like the way I treated her before, doesn't
mean that I have to let her know that. Me being a egotistical jerk is all
I have left and I am not letting Lita or anybody else take that away from
me.
"Stay away from her Eddie." Chyna
points a warning finger at me.
Okay does everybody know about this
Lita thing? Has it been issued in the papers or something?
NEWSFLASH: Eddie Guerro,
better known as "Latino Heat", has been known for his recent attachment
to the most popular female wrestler in the WWF, Lita.
"Who?" I ask innocently, even though
I am dead aware of who Chyna is talking about, I am going to play mister
dumbass, it's more fun this way.
"You know who Eddie! Stay away from
Lita!" Chyna's voice is raising, first sign that Chyna is serious... everyone
beware the ninth wonder of the world is about to kick my ass.
"Jealous mamacita?" I put on my sly
grin, I know that is the perfect way to get Chyna to leave, the look on
her face gives her away.
"I'm not your mamacita, and neither
is Lita, so just stay away from her. She has a boyfriend and even if she
didn't, she is too high classed for you. Lita is a beautiful, courageous,
young woman with class and there is no way I would ever let you destroy
her. You're scum Eddie, that is all you will ever be... you can't be trusted,
you never can and never will be." Chyna smirks at me.
Damn you Chyna. I HATE you!
Just as much as you hate me! You can see that can't you? You know how I
feel about you, is this why you're here? To make sure I don't get any pleasure
out of anything?
"You know Chyna, you overstayed your
damn welcome." I go to slam the door but she pushes it back open.
"Stay away from Lita." She warns
me again.
"You don't have to worry about that."
I say to her before slamming the door shut.
NOT IN LOVE! NO! NO! NO!
Damn Chyna! I had this all under
control until Chyna had to come knocking on my door with her damn demands,
and threatening looks, and pointing fingers.
I DON'T LOVE LITA! But Chyna
thinks I do...
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Damn it, what now?
"What?"
I pull the door open angrily, half
expecting to see Chyna, but to my surprise it's Lita.
She's wearing her zebra striped tanktop
shirt, with long baggy black pants, her matching thong to her shirt sticking
out over the pants. Her fiery red hair is in a ponytail, her eyes shimmering
so brightly... she's beautiful.
There is me again with thinking she's
beautiful... what happened to the whole not even liking her thing? How
can I deny not liking someone that beautiful?
"Hi Eddie, did I disturb you or something?"
She smiles at me, suddenly I've forgotten
everything except the beautiful face in front of me.
"Uh, no. Just getting ready for my
match with Jeff, got to do the stretches and stuff, you know."
Does she see how nervous I am? How
can she not? I think I am on the verge of just grabbing her by the wrist
and kissing her... NO that would be a bad thing! BAD!
"Yeah, well Jeff is just getting
his gear on, he said for me to come get you, you ready for the match? It
shouldn't be that hard, Christian and Edge aren't exactly the best wrestlers."
Lita chuckles.
She's the first woman I have ever
known that chuckles, I mean most women giggle or laugh softly, but she
chuckles... what the hell does it matter anyways? It's just a damn laugh...
keep your cool Eddie.
"But they cheat well." I point out,
I should know... I am the best cheater around.
"But I'll be at the ring, so it will
be three against two, if it has to come to that." Lita smiles, becoming
even more beautiful then before. "So ready?"
"Yeah, let's hit it mommy." I smile
at her, and we start walking.
"I have to come up with a nickname
for you..." She starts.
"What's wrong with Latino Heat?"
I raise my eyebrows.
"There isn't even a appropriate answer
for that Eddie." She laughs, as we continue to walk down the hall to Jeff
and Matt's locker-room.
"That was harsh Lita, you don't see
me making fun of you, do you?" I smile at her.
"Well that is because there is nothing
about me to make fun of." Lita grins.
"Ah really? Is that so zebra girl?"
I laugh, and we stop walking.
"Hey!" Lita exclaims, laughing.
----
"Ready to go guys?"
Lita and me look away from each other
to see Jeff in his ring gear, ready to go.
"Yeah, we were just talking about
Eddie's lame name, Latino Heat."
"And we were also just saying how
Lita's wardrobe could make her the next superhero.... Zebra girl!"
Jeff shakes his head, and motions
for us to follow him. "You guys are too much."
