Title: Everything I Do Author: Crimson Coin

Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com

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. But if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this. So it doesn't really matter.

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, although definitely R later. 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: It's specific, now. March 2003

Distribution: If ya want it, just ask.

Pointless rambling concluded.........on with the story.

Lita looked up at Jericho. Neither had moved since Nate had come for Jeff, and frankly...Lita was a bit too shaken up to consider it. "It's almost dawn. Where is he?"

Jericho shook his head, an unusual coolness overtaking the blonde Canadian. "I have no idea. But I'm more concerned with why they took him upstairs. They usually take us into the back room over there."

Lita's eyes followed to where Jericho was pointing and the redhead sighed. "I don't know. I just wan..."

Her voice fell silent as the door swung open. Two men carried Jeff down the stairs, the Hardy's head bobbing at each step. The two dragged him to the pillars and hoisted him up, starting to tie his arms out again.

"Tie his arms a little lower." Nate called from the top of the stairs. "I don't want them ripped outta his sockets."

The two men obliged, securing the Hardy before turning and leaving, dead- bolting the door behind them.

At the click, Lita jumped to her feet, immediately running to the Hardy. "God, what do you think they did now?"

Jericho shook his head, standing up slower and walking to Jeff. "We better give him a glance over, just to see."

Lita nodded, her eyes now skimming Jeff. No other marks marred his face. His chest was as clean as it could be. Jericho circled, the younger man, checking his back. Nothing. The two paused a moment, meeting each other's eyes across the unconscious Hardy's shoulder.

"You don't think." they said simotaneously.

Neither continued. Jericho bowed his head. "I don't really think we should look."

"No I suppose we shouldn't." Lita agreed.

The downstairs door opened and Vinny walked in, shaking his head. "Is he still breathing?"

Chris furrowed his brow. "Yeah, why wouldn't he be?"

Vinny pushed past Lita, tilting the younger man's head to the side. "I couldn't stop them."

Lita gasped at the rope burn around Jeff's neck. They hung him. They actually hung him. But how is he alive? Aren't they supposed to break the neck? "How is he . "

"They took him out to one of the big trees out back." Vinny explained. "They didn't want to kill him, so they tied a rope around his neck while he stood on the ground. At random intervals they'd pull on the rope that was conveniently swung over a limb. They were certainly having a good time trying to choke the kid out."

Chris clenched his teeth. "I'll kill them all."

Vinny walked out the door he came just as abruptly as he entered. "I'll be back soon."

When he left, Lita looked up and sighed, closing her eyes. "What next, Chris?" she asked. Her voice shaken with emotion. "God, they could've killed him."

"And I don't think they'd have been too heartbroken if they had." Chris answered. "Do you think we can trust him?" Lita opened her eyes, looking to Chris at the question. "Vinny, do you think we can trust him?"

Lita shrugged. "I don't know."

The top door opened again and Chris threw his hands into the air, yelling at the three that walked down. "Can't you people make up your mind.Up.down.up.down. PICK ONE! UP OR."

Joey cocked his gun, pointing it in Jericho's face.

"Down is fine." he finished in a more frightened tone.

Tack smiled. "Tie him."

Jacks and Joey obeyed, forcing the blonde man down and hog-tying him tightly. After he was tied, Chris struggled, but there was no use. So he just relaxed, ready for whatever it was they decided to do to Jeff now.

Tack looked at Lita, and the two larger men immediately grabbed her, tying her hands behind her back and forcing her to the ground. He pointed to the Hardy as he eyed Lita. "Now one more. Wake him up. I don't care how you do it. Just wake him up."

Jacks walked into the adjoining room and returned with a large bucket. When he was about three feet from the Hardy, he threw the contents on him. And the younger man flinched. Jeff breathed heavily through his mouth, blowing the water away from his lips. His muscles jumped from the cold, but he shook his head, looking up now. "You son of a bitch." He mumbled a bit breathy.

He looked around the room, his eyes glancing from Jericho to the three henchmen and finally stopping on Lita. They tied her up. Those bastards actually tied her up. But why wasn't she looking at him? She just kept staring at the ground. Why? Jeff's eyes flared. "What'd you do to her? I'll kill you all."

Jacks only laughed. "And how are you going to do that?"

Jeff growled, his disposition darkening. "You touch her I swear to God."

"You'll what?" Tack coaxed. He nodded at the two other men in the room; Joey and Jacks rolled their shoulders, then walked out, leaving Tack alone. "Nate went into town. And he said that I can do anything to get to you." He leaned closer to Jeff. "And I know exactly how I'm going to do it."

"See, I've been thinking." Tack continued. "And I might be the only one who notices. We've beaten you, burned you, slashed you, hung you.but nothing works. No. Doing things to *you* is not how we'll break you." He pointed to Jericho. "It's how we break your little friend."

"I'm bigger then you, asshole." Jericho shot back, the comment earning him a swift kick in the chest.

"We'll see." Tack said. "Soon enough. But no. I'm going to get to you through her." And Tack turned walking towards Lita. "Yes. That's how I get to you."

Jeff clenched his teeth, pulling hard on the ropes, yet again breaking skin. He looked at her, but she still wouldn't return his gaze. That more then anything fueled him. "No, you leave her alone."

"So I'm right." Tack said calmly, circling the redhead to stand behind her. "And by the look in both of your eyes, I take it the whore is ."

"TAKE THAT BACK!" Jeff yelled, Jericho now struggling as well.

Tack pulled hard at Lita's hair, forcing the diva's head back as he looked in her eyes. He smiled at the determination and strength staring back at him. Then flinched when Lita spat.

"You little." He tossed her down, bringing his hand up to wipe the saliva from his left eye. "Alright. We'll play this your way." The large man stepped over the prone redhead. "The best way to get to you is not to take her away to a back room or up those stairs. And it's not to beat the shit outta you or drag you from a car again." Tack grinned, a sinister grin that had Jeff's heart leaping into his throat. "It's to make you watch."

Jeff's heart raced. No. He wouldn't. He couldn't do that to her. Jeff struggled against the ropes, leaning forward in a vain attempt to pull loose.

Tack stepped back to the stairs and returned with a large butcher knife. "This might bring back some old memories."

And Lita's eyes widened as he approached with his instrument of force. "You stay the hell away from me. I will fight you. I will. I swear it."

Tack smiled as he moved closer. With a sudden movement, he thrust his hand with the knife towards her chest and grabbing her shirt. With a swift pull, he ripped the shirt back and towards him, the fabric tearing at the seams. Tack stood up, staring at the frightened woman at his feet. "Well isn't that a sexy brazier we're wearing. Oh, and look at that." Tack looked at Jeff, mocking now in his voice. "She must have flinched."

Jeff squinted trying to focus on Lita. Specs of blood dribbled from the woman's abdomen. And still Lita refused to meet Jeff's eyes. "You touch her."

"Yes." Tack said, a different look entering his eyes now. He looked at Lita and she scrambled back, finding herself against the wall. "That's what I'm planning."

Chris heard Lita's breath quicken. He had to say something and fast. Maybe redirect that lunatic's attention. "What kind of a man's got to force himself on a chick to get some action?"

Tack spun, his eyes now fastened on Jericho's. And the blonde man gasped as Tack removed his shirt, ripping a strip from the bottom.

He approached Lita again, the redhead pushed her head into the wall, trying to get further away, however unsuccessful. "God in Heaven, please help me." She mumbled.

Tack grabbed her hair, yanking her towards him, the redhead spinning from the force. He pressed his knee into her back as he placed the cloth strip in her mouth and pulling it taut behind her head. After he knotted the strip and was convinced she couldn't spit it out, he stood, looking to the Hardy again.

Jeff shook his head, violently. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't protect her. He flung his head back and screamed.

Tack smiled. "Perfect. Now tell me, boy. Where should I start? Hmmm? Should I run my hands up her torso? Or should I go for the chest? Or maybe just get right to the ... point."

Jeff fought harder, the blood oozing from his wrists. Jericho was even making a bold effort at trying to get to the redhead. The task, however, made difficult because of the way he was tied. Jericho spat at Tack's feet. "You son of a bitch. You psycho fuckin' son of a bitch. When I get my hands on you I'll."

Tack only laughed. "So tell me . is her body as soft as it looks." Each coax brought a more violent fight from the Hardy, but the man remained silent.

Lita kept her eyes averted, staring at her feet. She slowly continued to inch away, hoping she could try to get far enough. Jeff pulled harder, trying to get Lita to look at him. Why won't she just look at him? He couldn't take it. He had to see her eyes.

Tack turned, swiftly grabbing the redhead's ankle and pulling her so she lay on her back directly in front of Jeff. He reached into the back of his pants and pulled out a gun. He pointed it at Lita and she froze. He only smiled, crawling forward slowly before eventually settling between her legs his hips pushing against her. The redhead gave no fight with the gun pointed at her head.

Jeff swallowed, hard. He felt the bile rising to his throat. The anger and hatred flaring so rapidly he was having trouble keeping himself from throwing up. His stomach thrust and the Hardy swallowed again, trying to keep everything down. "No, baby. No. Don't. Don't. AMY!" He was near tears, his voice practically sobbing her name.

Tack laid the knife at her side. He leaned forward covering her with his body and slammed his hand into the ground next to her head while pointing the gun at Jeff. "If you resist me, I will throw this knife into that babbling blonde bimbo." He looked up. "Then shoot your lover."

Lita's mind went blank. This can't be happening. She heard Jericho scream, 'Fight him, sweetheart.' But her mind couldn't register. She looked into Tack's eyes. She couldn't think. All she could feel was this man's obvious arousal. And if she let him do it, he wouldn't kill them. Kill Jeff. Kill Chris. She just had to. No options.

"No!" Jeff yelled as he saw Lita go limp, clearly a sign of her giving into Tack's demand. "No, Baby, Fight!" At his words, she looked up at him.for the first time since their kiss making eye contact. Fear, fury, love, passion.everything spinning in her hazel depths and it was all staring back at him at once. After a zip, she closed her eyes and relaxed every muscle almost readying herself for the inevitable. Jeff let out a scream and Chris turned his head, unable to watch.

*** Ok, so this chapter might piss people off. I'm aware of that. AND I'M POSTING IT ANYWAYS. SO ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW ***