Chapter 18 – The Match
A/N: Yep…chappy.
She woke up to the smell of food. Removing herself from the comfort of the pillows lifting her head, she lazily looked around and noted Spike sitting on his bed, eating some form of breakfast item in a Styrofoam holder. She sat up, stretching, yawning quite elaborately. Spike looked up at the movement, finally seeing that she was awake.
"Food's over there if you want it. I don't know what you like, so I got pancakes. Figured most people like it, so it was a safe bet."
"Mmm." She mumbled, stumbling over to the food, still half asleep. The smell was heavenly, and god she was really hungry.
"Not a morning person, are you?" Spike asked, watching her stumble back to her bed with the food. She realized she had forgotten to grab a fork, and knew of the long trek she had to made. So she contemplated a moment, then went to eat her food the messy way. Suddenly she noticed a fork land next to her, pre-wrapped still.
"Thanks." She mumbled, yawning again. She hadn't even looked up to acknowledge him.
"Don't mention it." He replied, watching her stuff food into her mouth. "You know, the way you're eating, I'd think you were starving."
"You think right then." She said, swallowing the mouthful. "Haven't eaten since yesterday morning."
"Hey, I offered food yesterday…"
"Yes, but I'm not awake enough to feel any sort of guilt for eating your stash of food. Give me a few minutes."
By the time she was finished, she was fully awake. She got up and stretched, then carried the food to the waste basket in the room, tossing it in. She turned to see Spike still staring at her.
"Yes?" she asked, smirking.
"No, nothing." He laughed. "Just watching the eating rituals of the wild Sam Wesley. It's fascinating."
"Funny." She smirked. She looked at the clock. "Well, I think…maybe I should get going. It's already 10:30…I'm sure Jericho is back."
"You don't have to." He offered.
"Naw, I feel like I've imposed enough. See? Told you I'd get guilty." She laughed. "Just let me get changed, and I'll get out of your way."
"Hm, if you say so." He shrugged.
So as soon as she got ready, she bidded him goodbye and left yet again to roam the hallways. Chris wasn't exactly there though, but she lucked out on meeting Lita walking to her own room.
"Stay with us? Sure Sam, no problem." Lita smiled, easily inviting her inside the nearby room. She walked inside with her and watched her toss the key for the room onto the drawers that held up the TV in the room. The room was a stark contrast to Spike's – very messy. Sort of what she was used to.
"Where's Matt?"
"Elsewhere. I told him to go away. The guy's adorable, but sometimes he gets annoying. You know, the southern accent is cute until you start talking it yourself." Lita visibly shuddered.
"Hey, if you get the accent down, all you need is to dye your hair blonde and call yourself Bobbie Joan or something. Now if that isn't wrestle-worthy, I don't know what is."
"You have permission to kill me if such an event happens."
"Understood."
Lita tossed some dirty clothing off the bed so it landed near a large plastic bag. "So, Sam, you still haven't explained why you're here. You and your buddy get into an argument and much bloodshed was made?"
"While that sounds fun, no, no argument or anything. Well, not the usual kinds I have." She scowled slightly. "The McMahon siblings are getting suspicious, and Raven condemned me from his room, apparently I'm in danger or something."
"Leave it to a guy to blow things out of proportion." Lita shook her head. "Eh, it's nice he's thinking of you."
"I suppose. I guess I shouldn't have hung on the balcony in attempts to not be caught."
"You did what?!"
"I hopped the balcony and hung off it for a bit."
"But your room is like on the third floor up!"
"Yes."
"I worry about you Sam. Really." Lita shook her head.
"I get that a lot. But I think it's an endearing quality."
"Well, you don't get that Hardcore belt with your sane side, I suppose…"
She sat down on one of the beds and nodded in agreement.
"I can't believe that stupid match is tonight." She groaned. "I don't feel like it."
"Well, you can still kick a little ass. That should put you in a good mood."
"You know me much too well, Lita." She grinned widely.
"Who is the match really supposed to be against, anyway?"
"That Hurricane fellow."
"Hey, didn't you already scar him…?"
"I guess that motorcycle ride didn't work. I'm sure once I make him look as though he went through a motorcycle accident, he'll understand."
"Bet you're going to rough up your ex a little bit too." Lita grinned. "Guy deserves it, of course. I'm surprised Raven hasn't killed him yet himself."
"He knows if anyone kicks his ass, it's me." She stated simply. "Anyway, Raven doesn't think I should do anything. Or limit myself from killing him."
"What's going on between you two, anyway?"
She raised a brow at the redhead, smirking. "…What ever do you mean?"
"Oh, I don't know. It just seems that you're in an awful good mood all of a sudden. Even speaking to people, which a couple of weeks ago would be unfathomable."
"So you think I got laid or something?" she asked calmly.
"Either that or you're the Queen of Fluctuating Moods." Lita shrugged.
Sam didn't answer, turning herself over to stare at the white-washed ceiling, placing her arm across her stomach with a sigh. Lita raised a brow toward her. "It's weird, right now."
"Oh." Lita nodded. "Bad weird?"
"No." she shook her head. "Weird weird. Guess you could say stuff is happening though. It's a nice change from just acting like a lovelorn dumbass."
"Hate to break it to you, Sam, but you were never lovelorn. You just broke people apart with your scorned rage."
"Same difference."
"Hm, maybe to you." She shrugged. "But, well, whatever. We all deal differently."
"Whatever. I don't even care anymore. I figure…whatever happens, happens. I never regretted a decision yet."
She knew she just had to keep reminding herself that.
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"I'm going to vanquish you and your evil ways, Citizen Fury." Hurricane taunted as they circled, neither going in for attack.
"I'm shaking." She smirked.
He lunged toward her, and she dodged to the left and swung her arm, catching him in his side. They went back into a circle-like position, then locked up. He managed to pull her into a headlock, but he only got a couple of hits in when she used her elbow to free herself. He went after her with a clothesline but she ducked and put him in one of her own headlocks. He thrashed in her grip, and she did let him go, but managed to trip him up. With him on the ground for the split second, she grabbed one leg and smashed it into the ground.
She did it two more times before he managed to stagger up, that knee obviously stinging as he favored it. She went to grab it but he managed to kick her, which stunned her a second. He threw her against the ropes, and finally connected that clothesline.
At that moment, she knew it was time to take this outside the ring. She instantly rolled out, taunting, willing him out of the ring. There were plenty of weapons to use when she got in back, better then the ones around the ring. It had worked, perhaps because she was helping him get her into the position to be jumped. He followed quickly, and they battled up the ramp and eventually into the back.
That was when she grabbed the first thing she could possibly find and smashed it over the head of her nemesis for the night. He staggered, and just barely managed to duck when another hit was attempted. She had mistakenly let a moment pass because he instantly kicked the trash lid back into her face. She held her face, then smiled inwardly – she was going to try something.
She started laughing. Loudly. Hurricane seemed a bit confused, especially when she continued to chuckle when he hit her with his own weapon. He went again and she grabbed it with her bare hand, which hurt like a bitch but like hell she showed that. Her face had gone serious again, and Hurricane seemed suddenly nervous about her – just like she planned. If she was known as a psychotic person, why not act like one to intimidate? The kendo stick that she had caught – she pulled it out of his hand with a hard tug and smashed it into his head. He moved and it thudded into his shoulder. He held it with a loud outcry.
A weak point.
She grabbed him by that arm, making an almost whiplash like effect when she threw him right at the wall. He tried to stop himself from running into it, but he ended up unable to.
Movement. She saw it out of the corner of her eye. She just barely had a chance to duck her head, only to feel the back air of a swing at her head. A bat? She stood up and turned to see Lance Storm. He swung again and she jumped back. She knew Hurricane was about to attack from behind, the way Lance had tried to secretly look at him. So, when he went to smack her again, she fell completely, and Hurricane, who had indeed tried to charge at her, tripped over her body and found the bat connecting squarely into the same shoulder. He fell over, screaming out in pain. Sam stood up and, using the stunned moment, kicked the bat out of Lance's hand and then punched him exactly where she knew would just rush all the oxygen out of him. Lance staggered back.
She was slower with her next assailant, but it actually was to her advantage that time. She had moved only a split second before she was hit, and she watched Buh Buh plow into Lance instead, getting rid of any energy he might have had left. She didn't waste any time kicking him hard in the back, the force making him trip over Lance and fall himself. She knew that wasn't the end of him though, and she spotted that now she was definitely getting to the point that she was being outnumbered. She spotted three others – Dreamer, Mike Awesome, and Rhyno…and all four of them were about to destroy her. She backed off a bit, hoping that her back-up was coming soon because she was severely doubting her good fortune that she had with the last three.
She hadn't noticed that Buh Buh had indeed gotten up because she was too worried about her plans for the other four. He grabbed her by the arms and she instantly tried to free herself, only to find that someone else was helping him. She turned her head to see Booker T had gotten a hold of her too, which of course heightened the weight she would have to fight out of.
She continued to wiggle and squirm the entire time, as the ECW fellows began to gang up on her. And, for a split second, she saw him – RVD, in the background, standing there and just watching. She wished he would had come nearer so he could have been the first to have his face spit on.
"Lookit what we have here, boys. Little Fury the terror." Mike Awesome spoke.
She just glared furiously at them. Bad mouthing her? She couldn't wait to kick all their asses.
"Wait wait, gotta wait for Raven." Dreamer said. And Raven was there, because he jumped from a nearby box he had to have been perching on, which of course was exactly like him. She closed her eyes and swallowed, knowing that if her back-up didn't come up and save her back, she was going to have to get beaten up by him, which didn't seem like a very enjoyable thing to go through. She knew he hadn't come over immediately because he was buying time, as many seconds as he could, without looking suspicious.
"Raven, come on, I want a piece of her." Awesome complained.
He shot her a quick look that said it all.
She watched him walk over, trying to look like his usual self, which wasn't that hard since the tortured look that was on his face at the thought of having to destroy someone he cared about fit his usual persona.
Only a couple of seconds before he got ready to start pummeling, the cavalry finally came.
The first hits were on the two holding her, and she was instantly freed. Mike Awesome seemed to jump at her instinctively, and, with her newly usable limbs, she stepped aside so the punch missed. She countered with her own fist into his stomach, hard. He staggered back in utter pain.
More wrestlers from the Alliance had come in. They were finally being smart and kept others around just in case. However, it wasn't a huge difference, and her own forces were doing well fighting. Mike was still after her though, and she finally just got pissed and kneed him as hard as she could. Obviously, it was a pretty hard attack, because he instantly fell into a fetal position.
Throughout the insanity, she noted Raven was down, but fine really. He was faking unconsciousness.
Then she saw Rob. Through the entire flurry, he had managed to stay out most of the fight. They stood for a moment, staring at each other. She finally got her nerve back and stalked toward him. He didn't even lift a hand toward her.
"Go ahead. Hit me." He said lowly when she got close. She was a bit surprised at his obviously display of submissiveness. She already knew she had a decision to make, and she grudgingly decided to do the right thing for once.
She took a breath and moved to him, grabbing him by the shoulders threateningly.
"Don't make me regret this. Work with me or I kill you." She muttered quickly, making him stare at her oddly for a moment. As if he finally realized what she said, he gave a quick nod. She threw a fake but none-the-less realistic looking punch and he staged back, as if it was a horrid blow to the face.
They fought back and forth, each never hitting each other but really putting on a good show. She knew she had to hit him once though, just to get SOME kind of a vengeful attack, so the way she got him basically splayed on the ground was her sudden punch to his gut that probably knocked the air out of him.
Jericho must have noticed, because he added to the whole charade by pulling her off him. She acted as though she wanted to kick his ass some more but Jericho continued to drag her off.
They had won, and she realized she had missed the chance of revenge that she had been waiting months to do.