Title: Everything I Do

Author: Crimson Coin

Note: Humour me. The draft ended with a different one then exists in this story. And certain people are not injured, out of commission, or anything else one wants to call it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely Nothing. The WWE got them.

Spoilers: Unknown as of yet, however, if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this.

Summery: I'm really bad at these so let's just say there are wrestlers and outstanding situations that usually have them getting screwed. (Definition of screwed is also still pending.)

Rating: I have no clue. PG13 to R…it'll depend on my mood during the writing and definite adult situations in later chapters. But should not be read by children, furry animals, The Jedi Council, or the Elderly, as it may invoke a heart attack; loss of the Force, Schwartz, hair, sanity…you get the picture.

TimeLine: Definate March 2003

Pointless rambling concluded…on with the story.

This match is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Steven Richards … Jazz.

And her opponent, making her way to the ring … Lita.

The two fought back and forth. Lita threw Jazz into the ropes then flipped her with a monkey toss. Jazz quickly got back to her feet and speared the redhead, pounding into her. She rolled off and raised her hands, pointing to the audience. Lita rolled to her stomach and stood directly behind the other women. When Jazz turned, Lita nailed a high dropkick, sending the former women's champion into the ropes. When she bounced back, Lita used a falling neckbreaker to bring the other woman down.

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Jazz kicked out. Lita approached the ref and clapped her hands, indicating the slow count. The ref insisted on the two counts and when she turned, Jazz was right there to meet her. A clothesline brought Lita to the ground and Jazz pinned for a two count. She pulled Lita up and grabbed her pants, hitting a snap-suplex. Jazz picked the other woman up, not letting go. But this time Lita countered and hit a DDT. Both women lay on the ground.

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Lita rolled over, an arm covering Jazz's torso. The three count was about to be called when Steven Richards pulled the ref from the ring and hit him with the Hardcore title. The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Jazz staggered to her feet, and stood over the prone Lita, a sinister look in her eye. Jazz looked at Steven and he nodded before going outside the ring for two steel chairs.

JR shook his head. "Can you believe this king? And Lita's helpless."

The two positioned themselves so that when Lita made it to her feet, they could hit the Con-Chair-To. Lita slowly pulled herself to her hands and knees. The two wound up, ready for the shot.

A crash and sudden flash of red brought the attention to the stage.

"Oh my goodness." JR exclaimed. "It's Kane. Kane is on his way to the ring. And he has a Referee with him."

Kane slid into the ring and nailed the two with a double clothesline. He picked up Steven Richards…

"Look at that!" JR said. "Tombstone. Tombstone by Kane to Steven Richards."

"Nothing is getting that boy up now." King added.

Jazz still lay prone on the ground. She and Steven Richards lay Head to Head towards the center of the ring. Kane walked over to Lita and helped her stand. The girl shuddered at first, but when Kane released her she smiled. He pointed to her and then to the turnbuckle. Lita nodded.

"And what's this?" JR commented. "Kane is going to the turnbuckle too."

Kane looked at Lita and the two nodded.

"OH MY GOD!" King exclaimed. "Did you just see that? Double Moonsault by Lita and Kane. I never knew that monster could do that."

"That was unbelievable, folks." JR explained. "Lita hit Jazz with a moonsault the same time as Kane hit Steven Richards with the exact same move."

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And now the NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION … KANE

Kane helped Lita stand and took the belt from the middle of the ring. He continued to stare at Lita then began to walk away. She grabbed his arm and turned him around. The crowd fell silent. Then she smiled and held his hand into the air, as high as she could. The crowd went nuts. Kane walked to the center, Lita letting go to face him. She taunted and played to the crowd as Kane raised his arms into the air, then brought them down allowing the explosion from all four turnbuckles. The crowd went wild as Kane flipped over the top rope then waited for Lita. The two walked up the ramp and stopped at the top to play to the crowd again, before going behind the curtain.

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Lita and Kane walked into the locker room where the Hardys, Edge, and Christian were. She looked up at the Big Red Machine. "Well, I think that went over well."

Kane laughed, removing his mask, as they walked into the locker room. "Yeah. I think you're right."

Edge pointed at Kane then to Lita then to Kane then to Jeff then to Kane…

The new Team Extreme laughed. Matt patted Edge's shoulder. "Yup. Bet ya never saw THAT one coming."

"Well what was that all about?" Christian asked for his now stunned brother.

"They added him to our team." Lita answered. "I still don't know how a 7 foot man can do a moonsault and not kill the guy he's doing it on."

Kane shook his head as he unlaced his boots. "Don't look at me. I just do the move." He pointed to Jeff. "A better question is how that boy is still walking."

Jeff tilted his head, looking slightly up as if contemplating the statement. "Hmmmm, I don't know that one either."

Lita walked to the young Hardy and poked his stomach. "Well, I'm just glad he is. I don't know what I'd do without him. And what would we, as a team, do without our high-flying dare devil."

Jeff placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head to the right. "Well, that's simple. You're hair is used to the dye so you could be the colors." He looked at Kane. "And you'll just have to learn the Swanton and Whisper in the Wind."

Matt flashed a look of hurt. "And what about me?"

Edge laughed. "That's easy. You're the Hardy boy that doesn't … well … you're just Matt."

Matt pouted and sat on the bench while the others laughed. Kane scuffled the younger man's hair. "But that way at least one member of our team will always have a match."

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Everyone looked to Jeff who was holding his arm. "What was that for?"

Lita put her hands on her hips. "What do you mean, 'my hair is used to dye.' My hair is naturally red." She smirked slightly but quickly pulled it back.

Edge saw the jesting in her eyes, which was the only reason he played her game. "Well then. We'll just have to see about that. If you are a natural redhead…we want to see proof."

Lita's eyes widened and she flushed a bright shade of red.

Matt laughed. "Yeah, sweetie. We know your face can get naturally red, but I don't think that's what Adam meant."

And if they thought her face couldn't get any redder…it did. "You…you… I…"

Christian clapped his hands, rubbing his palms together. "Well look at that. Who ever thought we'd get Li speechless."

The group laughed. The door swung open and in walked Trish. "Vince is really happy with the show you two put on. The crowd takes to you well."

Christian nudged Matt. "Uh Oh. Competition. You better watch it."

Matt looked at Kane then to Lita, then to Christian. "Well then maybe he'll be able to tell us if she's a natural red head."

The locker room broke out again. Lita flashed red then turned to look at Jeff, noticing that he hadn't laughed, and if anything seemed entirely disturbed at the conversation. Was that Jealousy she saw flaring in his eyes?

Jeff caught Lita staring at him then lightened his mood. "I don't know. But I'll run the pool. Alright so the odds should be…"

More hysterical laughter echoed from the group. Matt was even rolling on the floor while Christian and Edge had to hold their stomachs.

Trish shook her head then walked towards Lita to sit down next to her. "I can't believe this." She looked up to see the guys conversing then looked back to Lita, who had her eyes on Jeff. "What's wrong?"

Lita shook her head. "Aw nothing. It's just that boy worries me to death sometimes."

Trish smiled as she looked over to see the target of Lita's stare. "Yeah I know. He scares me too. All those moves he does plus his schizophrenic mannerisms. I never know if he's serious or sarcastic or joking or really hurt."

"I can usually tell that." Lita said, looking at Trish. "He talks to me a lot, you know. He says he doesn't feel safe talking to anyone else. That nobody else understands; that they'd call him a child for getting worked up." She smiled and lowered her eyes. "He said he knows I'd never really laugh at him no matter how petty or even extreme whatever it is on his mind. And I know he's the same with me." She sighed then rubbed the back of her neck.

"Have you told him yet?" Trish asked.

Lita's eyes flashed up to meet Trish's. "What?"

"You know…"

"No. No I don't. What are you trying to say?" Lita quickly defended.

Trish smiled. "You love him. And that boy feels the same way about you. Matt, Adam, and even Chris say so. Hell when I was talking to Glen earlier he kept saying how cute it is the way that boy watches you and your matches."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The redhead denied.

Trish motioned towards Jeff slightly with her head. "So look for yourself."

Lita quickly looked to where the guys were gathered, enthralled in a deep conversation. All except for Jeff whose eyes were boring a hole right through her. Such love and passion and…

But before she could see anymore he averted his eyes and tuned back into the conversation that Matt was currently dominating.

"You see." Trish said.

Lita didn't respond.

"HEY TRISH" Christian called out. The blond looked up to meet five pairs of eyes. "So what's your bet? We all agreed on a NO and the second part is natural color." He read off of a list. "I have two for blonde, one for strawberry blonde, one for Auburn, and one for light brown, bleached blonde then that current color." He looked up. "What do you think?"

Lita flashed her friend a look that said 'you better not bet on that'. Trish nodded and when Lita looked away she stood up, walking towards the guys. "Put me down for Strawberry Blonde."

The redhead looked up quickly, a look of disbelief in her eyes. "Trish?"

"What?" the other woman replied innocently. "Oh you don't expect me to miss out on fun like this." She looked back at the guys. "How about we add another pool on who finds out?"

The guys looked at each other and smiled. "YEAH!" The communal answer rang out. Jeff shook his head then walked towards Lita. Christian called after him. "Hey! Aren't you in?"

Jeff waved him off. "Naw. Count me outta that one." The others shrugged and went back to there betting.

Matt collected the cash. "Ok so that's a total of $500 in the main pool, to be divided up when we find out natural color then who. So it'll be 50/50. And if nobody wins one, then we all just get our cash back for that one … you know so we have it for another bet."

Kane shook his head. "I take it my time with you guys will be quite interesting."

The group laughed as the discussion floated into the current MLB season.

Jeff sat down next to Lita who looked a little hurt. "Ah come on. Cheer up. You know it's all in good fun."

Lita looked up at him. "Yeah I know. It's not that. I'm just thinking of something else."

He rested his arms on his lap, leaning over to let his hands dangle towards the floor. "Anything I can help with?"

She quickly shook her head. "No. You … uhm … you can't help with this. Not at all." Lita silently cursed herself for acting so childish. God, now he looks even more worried.

Jeff stiffened, a frown marring his face. "I thought you trusted me, Li. Come on. Let me help."

She looked over at him then away. "I do trust you. It's just … I need to handle it in my head first before I can even know how to ask the question."

He nodded, solemnly. "That's ok." He looked over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Just want you to know I'm here for you, k?"

She smiled and shifted to hug him back. "I know that. Thanks."

When she pulled away, Jeff nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Uh…Can I ask you something?"

Lita eyed him suspiciously. "If this has anything to do with hair…"

"No. No." Jeff quickly injected. "Nothing about that. I wanted to ask…uhm. I … uh. Can I …"

"What is it, Jeff?" she asked lightly. He was so cute when he was flustered. No. She shouldn't be thinking this now. He might need something serious and here she was… "Come on. Just ask me."

Jeff exhaled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Matt and Trish…they uh. They told me they want the room tonight. I was going to ask Adam if…but he said they have to leave tonight for Smackdown tomorrow. And I don't really…well, I guess what I'm trying to ask is…I uhm. Well…"

Lita chuckled. "Yes, Jeff. You can stay with me tonight."

He let out a sigh of relief. "Ah Jeez. Thanks, Ames." He jumped to his feet, pulling her up with him. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her into the air with the hug, bringing a giggle from the redhead. "You're the best." He said as he put her down to look at her and smiled. "It's going to be great to get some sleep and not have to hear a triathlon on the other side of the room."

She laughed. "I'm so happy I can save you from such a traumatic experience."

"Hey, Red."

The two looked over to the group. Matt looked from the paper then back up to the woman he called. "One more question…"

Lita shrugged away Jeff's arms and glared at Matt. "Look. If this has anything to do with hair, I swear, none of you will have it."

Matt smiled. "It doesn't. Although your plan is good to know because we know you'd actually carry through with that. But the question has nothing to do with hair."

The redhead nodded; pleased that finally the attention was diverted from her. "Fine. What do you want?"

Edge grinned a ridiculous grin before asking. "By definition, what would you consider … exposed? Is that a one time thing, or would that be something that is visual on various occasions, but considered to be usual non-visual areas?"

"What?!"

The group nodded, including Trish, and waited for a response from Lita. Jeff squeezed her hand, almost as if trying to keep her from throwing everything in sight at the awaiting.

"Why should that definition matter? What does it matter? It doesn't so it shouldn't." she weakly rebutted.

Matt nodded. "I see. So we'll be going with Trish's definition of 'Not seen at all when we usually see her. As in that slip ups or anything in that matter don't count. But in the wearing of everyday clothing.' We all agreed?" Everyone involved nodded. "Ok so the tally is: one for 3 piercings, one for a piercing and a tattoo, one for two tattoos and a piercing, one for a tattoo and two piercings, and one for two piercings with a chain connecting the two."

"And this goes hand in hand with the…" Christian caught himself. "uhm…visual witness of the keratin fibers that happen to grow in a certain shade from unspecified parts of the body, right?"

The betting group held back a laugh, although all smirked, while Matt answered. "Yes. They all go together. Ok, so that's a total of $700 grand pot..." The others retreated back into their conversation, too quiet for those outside the betting group to hear.

"Oh my God." Lita lowered her head into her hands. "This is so degrading."

"Don't think of it that way." Jeff said. "Think of it…well, think of it that the guys are betting because they want to see for themselves. And Trish is just in for a good time. It's not really degrading. See it as flattering that every guy in this room thinks you are that damn sexy. They don't mean it to be disrespectful."

She looked up at the younger Hardy, flashing a sinister grin. "Every guy?"

His eyes widened as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, making absolutely sure he didn't look her in the eye. "Uh well, by every guy I meant." His face reddened, "It's just that…" he sighed.

Laughter broke out from the other side of the room as the others walked towards the two. Edge came up behind Lita, hugging her against him. "Alright, Red. We're outta here. I'll see you at the pay-per-view."

Lita smiled. "Yeah, guys. We'll see ya then." Edge and Christian waved to the rest and walked out of the room

Christian popped his head back in. "I'm trusting you, Trish, to watch him. Make sure he doesn't screw either of us with the bet." He pointed to Matt. "Watch it there, boy, I'm onto you."

When they were gone, Matt turned to the rest of his team. "So…who's up for a beer?"

Trish, Lita, and Jeff smiled. "Oh yeah. Definitely gotta get a drink." Jeff said as he quickly walked away from Lita and out the door

Matt laughed at his baby brother before turning to the girls. "We'll be waiting in the car." Then he followed him out the door. "Jeez, Jeff." He called. "The last time you acted like this over a beer was that time with the chick you had the hots for and…" his voice faded as he continued down the hall.

Kane looked around the room and after the two brothers. "You have fun tonight." He picked up his bag and walked towards the door.

"Glen, wait." Trish called and the man turned. "You're welcome to come with us."

The big man shook his head. "Not tonight. I would certainly be interrupting." He laughed at the confused look he was given by the two women. "Don't worry. I'll go out next time. But I'm really beat tonight. I'll see you guys on Saturday." He smiled at them and left.

Trish grabbed her bag and walked to the door. "You coming?" she asked the other woman.

Lita nodded. "Yeah, in a sec."

Trish noticed the confused and nervous look on the redheads face. But she assumed Lita would come to her like she always did for advice. "Ok. I'll be outside with the guys. Unless you wanna talk or anything."

Lita paused for a moment and Trish hoped the other woman would ask her to stay. But after that moment Lita shook her head. "Naw, It's ok. I'm just a little on edge, that's all."

Trish nodded and walked out the door, still knowing that something big was on her friends mind. She hoped that she and Matt's plan for getting those two together would work. What better way to get one of them to crack then put them in the same room and see what they do? She's slept in the Hardy's room enough to know how Jeff felt about Lita. She would lay awake in the middle of the night, feeling the tight embrace of her boyfriend. Then she'd hear a soft hum from the other bed, and the other man calling out the redhead's name. She'd even seen tonight, that he wanted to do something, but did nothing because of company…or was it nervousness of her, and their presence really made no difference. Trish didn't know. But in the back of her mind she knew those two were meant to be together, and most likely neither will admit it until its too late. She sighed as she ran up to Matt, looking over his shoulder to see Jeff impatiently sitting in the car.

"Hey, baby." Matt said with a smirk. "Long time no see."

Trish walked up to Matt and he took the bag from her to put it in the trunk. She stood there as Lita came out the door and handed Matt her bag. She watched as the redhead got in the car, sitting next to Jeff in the backseat. "Matt, what are we going to do about them?"

The elder Hardy brother shrugged. "Beats me. Let's just hope our plan works tonight."

Trish nodded. "Yeah. Because if this doesn't, I don't know what will."

"Well, you know what they say." Matt said, lightly, despite the severity of his statement. "Sometimes only tragedy can bring people together."

Trish frowned at her boyfriend's lax attitude. Although something in the bottom of her stomach told her that maybe Matt wasn't that far from the truth.



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