Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Brock Lesnar, god, the things i'd do with him if I did, lol, and I dont own Lita either. Vinny Mac owns the WWF and anything affiliated with it, so he owns any characters you recognise.
A/N : I'm back!!! Waits for applause of fans that missed her...hears nothing. Well then, lol, I have had a serious case of writers block, and this came to me today, so i'm writing this instead of my science assignment. Damn teachers giving me homework during school holidays, who do they think they r?? Anyway, I am totally in love with Brock Lesnar, and I hope the wwf turns lita heel and put her with him, but I cant see that happening, so I can still dream. Please Review the story, thank you so much. Bye for now!!
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Lita walked off stage with a tired sigh. She looked up ahead to see Matt taking his arms off Jeff and the referee's shoulders, the limp in his walk disappearing. She smiled slightly at the EMT's when she walked up to the boys, laughing when Paul Heyman flung a thong her way like a slingshot.
"Thought you might need this Li." Heyman joked to her, noting the tired look in her eyes.
"Thanks Paul, I was worried you were getting a bit too attached to it." She laughed, slipping the bright pink thong into her pocket.
"You all right Li, you look a bit down." He asked, putting an arm around the younger girls shoulder.
Lita looked at him and just shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm all right, just tired is all."
"Ah, I see, Matt been keeping you up all night has he?" Paul joked, throwing his head back in laughter.
The rest of the small crowd around them, including Matt, laughed as well. They stopped though when Lita pretended to throw them icy glares.
"I think i'll be leaving now. Good show out there guys, you too Li. See ya." With that Paul walked off, the group waving him away.
Lita turned around and shook her head at Matt who had Jeff in a headlock.
"I'm not fat you little shit, it's pure muscle." He told his little brother, laughing as Jeff tried to say something through his laughter.
"Uhh, guys, hate to break this little match up, but i'm going back to the hotel, i'm really tired." She kissed them both on the cheek and started to walk off down the hall.
"I really need to buy some new shoes." She told herself as she made her way to the dressing room. She was stopped in her tracks when she bumped into a wall. A very smooth, clothed and breathing wall. She craned her head back to look into the soft eyes of Brock Lesnar.
"I also need to watch where the hell im goin'. Sorry about that Brock, wasn't watching." She told him, mentally willing away the butterflies that had taken residency in her stomach.
The young man smiled down at her and took a small step back.
"No sweat, I wasn't watching either. You did a really good job out there tonight Lita, if you dont mind me saying so." Brock smiled shyly and wiped his hand on his jeans. Why the hell was he sweating all of a sudden?
"Thanks, so did you. Your really good, this storyline should work out well." Lita smiled back at him, noting how his muscles rippled when he rolled his shoulder.
"Th..thanks. I appreciate that. I better let you be on your way then. I'll see you later?" He asked, hoping he didn't sound as desperate as he really was.
"Definitely. See ya." She said, placing a hand on his solid arm. She turned and watched him walk away, staring at his retreating form, well and truly after he could no longer be seen. She snapped out of her daze when she heard someone speak, and started to turn back around. She stopped, however, when she saw Matt aand Jeff laughing and smiling like little kids. They had obviously just seen the interaction between herself and Brock.
"Say a word and I'll kick your asses!" She warned, once again moving down the hall.
Matt or Jeff remained silent, only giving each other a knowing smile.
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Lita stared at the mirror in front of her, brushing her hair and tying it up into a ponytail. She turned around and walked back out into the hotel room, laughing as Trish struggled not to fall off the bed.
"Need a hand?" She asked, picking up the remote control that Trish was trying to reach without moving.
"Thanks, I can't be stuffed moving." Trish laughed with her friend.
"I noticed" Lita laughed at her friends total lack of energy.
Lita lay down on he bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her conversation with Brock earlier that night. Her thoughts were interrupted when Trish started talking to her.
"I forgot to ask you, who's Kimberley?" Trish asked, rolling onto her side to face Lita.
"Matt's girlfriend, why?"
"She called your mobile while you were in the shower, said to tell you thanks for the jumper and she put it back in your closet." Trish told her, relaying the message she recieved earlier.
"Cool, thanks girl."
"No problem. So, what's on your mind girlfriend? Tell Trish" she laughed, smiling when Lita joined in for a moment.
"Nothing really." Lita sighed, not sure whether or not she should tell Trish what she really was thinking.
"Oh, would this nothing be about 6 foot something, weigh a few hundred punds, have a cool tat on his back and be as handsome as the next guy??" Trish prodded, noticing the blush rise on Lita's cheeks. Busted.
"Brock is a handsome guy." Lita confessed, turning to look at Trish.
"Aha, I knew it. Come on, tell me everything."
For the next hour the girls talked about the newest addition to the WWF, and the crush Lita has on him.
"I sound like a freakin ten year old. But..he is hot...and nice." She told her friend, ignoring the mischief in her eyes.
"Hhmmm, well, if i'm not mistaken, Mr Lesnar has a crush on you too."
Lita just stared at Trish's back as she rolled over and covered up. A crush?? On me??? No way??? I suppose that wouldn't be so bad!!!