Title: Fully Loaded, 2000.
Author: Jadedvixen. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Author's Note: This is my first WWE fanfic - and I'm pretty proud of it! ^_^ The only thing I need to comment on is the timeline is slightly muffled.. I know Lita and Matt begun "dating" early 2001. But in this fic, they were already seeing each other during the time of this match.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Jeff or Lita. If I did, instead of Vince McMahon, you could bet that they would be together already! Or.. I'd just take Jeff for myself. Either way.
Summery: Jeff, Lita, and Matt reflect on their intergender 6 man tag team match at Fully Loaded, 2000.
Rating: Mmm.. probably PG to be on the safe side.
TimeLine: 2000 - Fully Loaded.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
***
Usually, I don't watch my matches on tape. Once it's over, it's over. I forget about it, and concentrate on the next thing. But sitting in my hotel room the next day, waiting for Matt and Jeff to arrive back with our breakfast, something compelled me to put the tape of last night into the VCR, and press play.
Watching the match, I picked up on alot of things. Things that I had noticed while I was out in the ring, but had pushed to the back of my mind in order to focus on the match.
When Albert had me cornered - I was scared. The script actually called for him to powerbomb me, and then Matt would rush in and 'save' me. I hate using that word. Save. It makes me feel like some pathetic, useless little girl.
I was scared. I could normally take a bump pretty well, but that match was going to be a different story. With my back bruised and tender from Trish putting me through a table, a move like a powerbomb from Albert could put me in serious pain.
I watch the television screen intently as Jeff rushed into the ring before Albert had a chance to pick me up. He knocks Albert once across the head, then rolls out of the ring, leaving Matt to do the rest.
It's such a small thing to notice, and I'm sure that not alot of other people found anything peculiar about Jeff's actions at all. The people who had read the script would have though. Jeff didn't need to charge in like that. I wasn't hurt, I wasn't in danger. Everything was going the way it was supposed to. I guess that's why it stands out to me. The fact that he didn't need to come in - but he did.
I run my fingers through my hair, as I sit cross legged on my double sized bed. I wonder when the boys will get back with my breakfast. They left about 20 minutes ago...
The rest of the match goes pretty much according to script. But then I notice something else. Just before Matt tags me in to go after Trish, right before the end of the match, Jeff says something to him. It's subtle, and quick.. so I rewind the tape with the remote in my hand.
The boys clear Test and Albert from the ring, and meet each other in the middle. It seems as if Matt is unsure about what he's supposed to do next, and - there it is! Jeff says something very quickly to him, and then he tags me in.
The tape keeps playing, and soon the match is over. My moonsault on Trish was slightly sloppy, but I got the three count so that's all that matters.
It's what happens after the match is over that's the hardest to watch. Albert attacking me from behind, and Trish whipping my back with the huge, thick belt.
Trish didn't like the idea of it. She knew that the bruises on my back still hurt like hell, and that I was still very tender. But it had been a good addition to the feud. It made the crowds feel sorry for me, and hate her even more. Which is exactly what you want in a feud. A wrestler never wants the crowd to like both of the superstars involved in a feud. There always has to be a heel, and a face. And Trish attacking me like this would definitely prove her a heel.
I can't stand to hear my own screams as Trish lashes the belt against my back, again and again and again. I turn the television on mute, and watch the silent images play across the screen.
Matt is off screen, and Jeff is lying at the side of the ring, still hurt from Test and Albert's attack on him. But as Trish continues to hit me with the belt, I see Jeff turn his head to look towards me. It's only for a split second, and then the camera is on me and Trish once more in a close up. Suddenly, Trish, Albert and Test get out the ring. Matt and Jeff are up, and sending them away.
The camera stays on Trish, Test and Albert as they walk up the ramp. It also shows replays of my moonsault, and the beating with the belt.
I think back to what was happening in the ring. Matt was threatening them as they walked away, and Jeff came over to see if I was alright.
"Are you okay?" He whispered in my ear.
Hearing his voice was comforting and soothing. The pain seemed to have lessened just from hearing his voice. I nodded, letting him know that I was alright.
The camera is back on us now, Jeff's rolling me towards the apron, helping me out of the ring. As we begin to walk backstage, I'm leaning myself on Jeff. I remember the pain still stinging my back as we walked, making it hard for my legs to move. Then there's an hand on my arm. Matt, pulling me away from Jeff, towards him.
The camera cuts to another scene, and I turn off the television.
Matt pulled me away from Jeff, and onto him. I remember that. We walked up the ramp together, out heads against one another, our hands linked. I remember that Jeff was walking behind us, taking his time to give the fans slaps and cheers.
Falling backwards onto the bed, I stare at the ceiling. Jeff acted kind've strange throughout that match. Yet that hasn't been the only time lately that he's acted like that. Over the past few months he's been.. different. Well, Jeff has always been different, but lately he just hasn't been himself.
My thoughts are interrupted as the door swings open, and Matt and Jeff walk in with plastic bags in their hands.
"What'd you get?"
Jeff flashes a wicked grin my way, holding up the bags so I can see. "Good ol' McDonalds."
"Typical! I send you guys out for a decent breakfast and you come home with fast food." I laugh as they begin to take the food out of the bags. "Well, I guess it'll have to do. I'm starving."
I sit up from the bed and help them set up the food onto plates. We sit in a small circle on the floor. I love the fact that we don't need to sit on chairs, and on a table to enjoy each other's company. I love feeling so free and comfortable around both of them.
Stuffing my hash brown in my mouth, I look up to see Jeff looking at me. He's giving me the look that I caught him giving me in the ring last night.
As my eyes meet his, he quickly glances away, grabbing his McMuffin from the cardboard container it was in. Wait a minute, am I seeing right? Is Jeff - blushing?
I feel a hand on my back, and I turn to my left to see Matt smiling at me. Matt - my boyfriend Matt. What had started out as an angle on the show had turned into a beautiful, real relationship.
He kisses me on the cheek lightly, and I smile at him in return. Jeff slowly stands up.
"Where ya going, Jeff?" Matt asks, looking up at his brother.
Jeff looks at the floor, his breakfast in his hands. "I think I'm going to go sit outside while I eat. Y'know - enjoy the view."
He walks outside to the balcony, and through the glass door I can see him pull up a chair and face the city view.
The look on his face as he got up to go outside.. what was it? It was something that I've been seeing often in the past few months. It's like a look of - I'm not sure. Longing? Pain? Guilt?
I sigh as I turn my attention back to my food. Suddenly, I'm not as hungry as I thought I was.
Author: Jadedvixen. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Author's Note: This is my first WWE fanfic - and I'm pretty proud of it! ^_^ The only thing I need to comment on is the timeline is slightly muffled.. I know Lita and Matt begun "dating" early 2001. But in this fic, they were already seeing each other during the time of this match.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Jeff or Lita. If I did, instead of Vince McMahon, you could bet that they would be together already! Or.. I'd just take Jeff for myself. Either way.
Summery: Jeff, Lita, and Matt reflect on their intergender 6 man tag team match at Fully Loaded, 2000.
Rating: Mmm.. probably PG to be on the safe side.
TimeLine: 2000 - Fully Loaded.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
***
Usually, I don't watch my matches on tape. Once it's over, it's over. I forget about it, and concentrate on the next thing. But sitting in my hotel room the next day, waiting for Matt and Jeff to arrive back with our breakfast, something compelled me to put the tape of last night into the VCR, and press play.
Watching the match, I picked up on alot of things. Things that I had noticed while I was out in the ring, but had pushed to the back of my mind in order to focus on the match.
When Albert had me cornered - I was scared. The script actually called for him to powerbomb me, and then Matt would rush in and 'save' me. I hate using that word. Save. It makes me feel like some pathetic, useless little girl.
I was scared. I could normally take a bump pretty well, but that match was going to be a different story. With my back bruised and tender from Trish putting me through a table, a move like a powerbomb from Albert could put me in serious pain.
I watch the television screen intently as Jeff rushed into the ring before Albert had a chance to pick me up. He knocks Albert once across the head, then rolls out of the ring, leaving Matt to do the rest.
It's such a small thing to notice, and I'm sure that not alot of other people found anything peculiar about Jeff's actions at all. The people who had read the script would have though. Jeff didn't need to charge in like that. I wasn't hurt, I wasn't in danger. Everything was going the way it was supposed to. I guess that's why it stands out to me. The fact that he didn't need to come in - but he did.
I run my fingers through my hair, as I sit cross legged on my double sized bed. I wonder when the boys will get back with my breakfast. They left about 20 minutes ago...
The rest of the match goes pretty much according to script. But then I notice something else. Just before Matt tags me in to go after Trish, right before the end of the match, Jeff says something to him. It's subtle, and quick.. so I rewind the tape with the remote in my hand.
The boys clear Test and Albert from the ring, and meet each other in the middle. It seems as if Matt is unsure about what he's supposed to do next, and - there it is! Jeff says something very quickly to him, and then he tags me in.
The tape keeps playing, and soon the match is over. My moonsault on Trish was slightly sloppy, but I got the three count so that's all that matters.
It's what happens after the match is over that's the hardest to watch. Albert attacking me from behind, and Trish whipping my back with the huge, thick belt.
Trish didn't like the idea of it. She knew that the bruises on my back still hurt like hell, and that I was still very tender. But it had been a good addition to the feud. It made the crowds feel sorry for me, and hate her even more. Which is exactly what you want in a feud. A wrestler never wants the crowd to like both of the superstars involved in a feud. There always has to be a heel, and a face. And Trish attacking me like this would definitely prove her a heel.
I can't stand to hear my own screams as Trish lashes the belt against my back, again and again and again. I turn the television on mute, and watch the silent images play across the screen.
Matt is off screen, and Jeff is lying at the side of the ring, still hurt from Test and Albert's attack on him. But as Trish continues to hit me with the belt, I see Jeff turn his head to look towards me. It's only for a split second, and then the camera is on me and Trish once more in a close up. Suddenly, Trish, Albert and Test get out the ring. Matt and Jeff are up, and sending them away.
The camera stays on Trish, Test and Albert as they walk up the ramp. It also shows replays of my moonsault, and the beating with the belt.
I think back to what was happening in the ring. Matt was threatening them as they walked away, and Jeff came over to see if I was alright.
"Are you okay?" He whispered in my ear.
Hearing his voice was comforting and soothing. The pain seemed to have lessened just from hearing his voice. I nodded, letting him know that I was alright.
The camera is back on us now, Jeff's rolling me towards the apron, helping me out of the ring. As we begin to walk backstage, I'm leaning myself on Jeff. I remember the pain still stinging my back as we walked, making it hard for my legs to move. Then there's an hand on my arm. Matt, pulling me away from Jeff, towards him.
The camera cuts to another scene, and I turn off the television.
Matt pulled me away from Jeff, and onto him. I remember that. We walked up the ramp together, out heads against one another, our hands linked. I remember that Jeff was walking behind us, taking his time to give the fans slaps and cheers.
Falling backwards onto the bed, I stare at the ceiling. Jeff acted kind've strange throughout that match. Yet that hasn't been the only time lately that he's acted like that. Over the past few months he's been.. different. Well, Jeff has always been different, but lately he just hasn't been himself.
My thoughts are interrupted as the door swings open, and Matt and Jeff walk in with plastic bags in their hands.
"What'd you get?"
Jeff flashes a wicked grin my way, holding up the bags so I can see. "Good ol' McDonalds."
"Typical! I send you guys out for a decent breakfast and you come home with fast food." I laugh as they begin to take the food out of the bags. "Well, I guess it'll have to do. I'm starving."
I sit up from the bed and help them set up the food onto plates. We sit in a small circle on the floor. I love the fact that we don't need to sit on chairs, and on a table to enjoy each other's company. I love feeling so free and comfortable around both of them.
Stuffing my hash brown in my mouth, I look up to see Jeff looking at me. He's giving me the look that I caught him giving me in the ring last night.
As my eyes meet his, he quickly glances away, grabbing his McMuffin from the cardboard container it was in. Wait a minute, am I seeing right? Is Jeff - blushing?
I feel a hand on my back, and I turn to my left to see Matt smiling at me. Matt - my boyfriend Matt. What had started out as an angle on the show had turned into a beautiful, real relationship.
He kisses me on the cheek lightly, and I smile at him in return. Jeff slowly stands up.
"Where ya going, Jeff?" Matt asks, looking up at his brother.
Jeff looks at the floor, his breakfast in his hands. "I think I'm going to go sit outside while I eat. Y'know - enjoy the view."
He walks outside to the balcony, and through the glass door I can see him pull up a chair and face the city view.
The look on his face as he got up to go outside.. what was it? It was something that I've been seeing often in the past few months. It's like a look of - I'm not sure. Longing? Pain? Guilt?
I sigh as I turn my attention back to my food. Suddenly, I'm not as hungry as I thought I was.