Title: Like Father...Like Daughter...
Author: Janine
E-mail: Steph161085@aol.com
Pairing: Lita/?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE and Vince McMahon
Rating: 15 (may contain bad language, refers to sex and abuse)
Spoilers: Not really
Notes: There's still a roster split. Only the women's champion can appear on both shows. Summary: Daddy's girl returns...
~Part 17~
They all laughed. Randy was such a goof, and Lita had decided she liked him. He may put on an unfriendly persona in the ring, but in reality he really was a nice guy.
Rick Flair however, was another story. There was something shady about him that Lita just couldn't put her finger on. Earlier that night, he'd said a couple of things to her that she didn't really like. One was; "You never know who you can really trust" and then he'd gone on to say something like "I'll never trust Eric Bischoff, that's for sure". Okay, so it wasn't exactly what he'd said, but more the way he'd said it, in that smug, over-confident voice of his. Then there was the way he had looked at her, as if he was up to something. Something that involved her, no doubt.
"Come on you two, you've got a match against Booker and Goldust," Flair stood and headed towards the door, surprising the diva by suddenly switching into his rather eccentric character, that he usually changes into during a match. The man really was crazy.
Tripple H grinned as he followed the legend, winking at Lita before he too disappeared through the door. Randy waved bye and closed the door behind him. The highflying diva smirked and turned to her cousin, who looked far from happy.
"Now that they've gone, do you want to tell me what's going on? And when the hell did you join Evolution?" Batista wanted to know. He was worried about the young woman. She seemed to be getting herself into deeper trouble every time he saw her.
Lita frowned and immediately put up a defensive barrier. There was nothing she hated more then being interrogated, except for being lectured. "Look Dave, I'm grateful that you saved me last week, but what I do otherwise is none of your business."
"Like hell it isn't! You're my family!" Dave yelled, then sighed, instantly regretted his outburst, "just cut the bullshit Li. None of this tough girl act works on me, you know that."
"Well what do you want from me Dave?" Lita snapped, her temper quickly rising, "What do you want me to say?.that joining Evolution was just a spare of the moment thing because I was scared of Hunter's intentions towards me?.that I have no friends because of my damn temper?.That I want to rip Stephanie McMahon's head off?.that I can't even trust my own father?." Lita broke off, trying desperately to hold back the tears. She would not cry. Not if all the oceans, seas and rivers had dried up and the existence of the world relied on her tears alone. It was that accurse pride of hers again.
Batista moved to sit down beside her, enveloping her in a comforting hug, one that she was more than grateful to receive. It seemed he was the only person she had left. Well apart from.-
"Lita it's okay, I'm sorry for yelling at you. You know you can always come to me if anything's wrong. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." Batista frowned. He knew that somewhere along the line, Bischoff was to blame for his cousin's misery, and Bischoff was the one that would pay.
"Look Lita, when I found out about you and Eric trying to take over the company, I should have-"
"Wait. How did you know that? Did my dad tell you about that?" Lita questioned, a frown marring her pretty face. She knew that wasn't right. Eric would never confide in Batista, especially about business.
"Actually Randy told me," Batista admitted, watching as the diva's frown deepened.
"Randy?"
"Yeah, he overheard you and Uncle Eric talking." Dave explained. Lita narrowed her eyes, and brought a hand to her chin, seemingly contemplating something.
"That's it!" She suddenly beamed, looking up at the man she considered more of a brother than a cousin, "You're brilliant!"
"I am?" Batista raised a doubtful eyebrow and Lita couldn't help but grin.
"I think I know who the Smackdown mole is,"
"You do?" Now he raised sceptic eyebrow.
"Yes, you said that Randy told you everything he overheard." Lita began, clasping her hands together excitedly.
"Lita it's not Randy.he would never.he's not a traitor." Batista defended the youngest member of Evolution, but Lita shook her head stopping him from rambling.
"No, no, I know Randy probably wouldn't say anything to Stephanie, but I think he may have told someone else about what he heard." The former redhead said. She just knew that her instincts were right about this.
"No, Randy told me he wouldn't say anything to anyone else." Batista frowned, remembering how he had warned Randy to keep his nose out of things, then had bribed him with alcohol and women.
"Like anyone could keep a secret like that!" she scoffed, then continued, "I think he told someone in Evolution."
"Who Hunter?" Batista shook his head, "No way, Hunter hates Stephanie, and has every reason to.so that would just leave.-"
"Rick Flair," Lita spat out his name. She knew it was him.she just knew.
~
Edge frowned as he walked briskly down the Raw corridor, thinking about how weird things were becoming in the WWE. Stephanie McMahon, has suspended him for refusing to attack Lita last week, and when he'd tried to talk to the Women's Champion, she had come out with some nasty comments that had hurt more than being sat on by both Rikishi *and* the Big Show, at the same time. Not that he'd ever actually found himself in that predicament -thank god- but he imagined that it would be pretty distressful situation to be in.
Hearing voices down the far end of the corridor, the tall blond ducked into an empty locker room. He didn't want to be caught at 'Raw' by any of the camera crew, in fear of being fired by the billion-dollar bitch. That was the last thing he needed right now.
Instead of cameras, he was surprised by what he saw, when he peeked round the doorframe.
Tripple H, Randy Orton and Rick Flair looked as though they had just been in a match and they disappeared into a locker room. Then from the same room emerged Batista, with Lita by his side. Edge's mouth nearly dropped at the sight of his former-friend. She looked so different and it seemed as though she had made some new friends in the form of Evolution. Shaking his head slowly, the blond watched as Eric Bischoff appeared and stopped to talk to the two superstars. Although Edge couldn't hear exact words, he was aware of a brief disagreement between the two men, and then they three of them walked down the corridor together.
When they were out of sight, Edge stepped out form the locker room, only to step back inside again, when he heard someone else approaching. He had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating when he realised who it was.
Paul Heyman. What on Earth was *he* doing there? Things were definitely weird. The ft man seemed proud and satisfied about something, as he carried a bunch of keys in his right hand.
"Edge?" A voice startled the Canadian and he turned to see Jeff Hardy walking towards him from behind.
"Jeff." He nodded a greeting, and motioned for the younger wrestler to join him inside the locker room. Jeff frowned, cautiously stepping into the room and threw the man a questioning look. It was no secret that Jeff and Edge did not get along, ever since their past tag-team feud, which included Matt and Christian. It seemed, however, that whilst Matt and Edge had become good friends during the Alliance Invasion, Jeff and Edge had not. There had also been the factor where Jeff had been the only person to know about the fling between Edge and Lita, and the young man had warned the Canadian to stay away. Not that it had really mattered anyway, as she'd dumped him for Matt two weeks later.
"What are you doing here?" Jeff asked, suspicion evident in his words. He hoped the blond wasn't up to anything, like working for Paul Heyman for starters.
"Well actually, I thought you could tell me that?" Edge threw him a sincere look, which warned the Hardy not to piss him off tonight. Jeff sighed and sat down on the nearest bench.
"What do you mean?" Jeff asked, wishing he hadn't bothered to show up that night. First Kurt Angle had sold him some story about a new owner, and now Edge was speaking to him in riddles.
"What I mean is, can you explain the anonymous phone call I got about two hours ago, telling me to get down to the arena urgently and find you, because Lita's in trouble?" Edge waited expectantly for an answer, slightly surprised when the young Hardy smirked at him.
"So you're one of the guys helping us tonight." Jeff mumbled, hating having to ally himself with this certain tall blond Canadian. Kurt Angle just better be right about all of this. He stood and walked towards the door and Edge glared at him.
"Come on Edge, I'll explain it in my locker room," and they both left the room, unaware of the trouble that they were getting themselves into.
~End Part 17~
Spoilers: Not really
Notes: There's still a roster split. Only the women's champion can appear on both shows. Summary: Daddy's girl returns...
~Part 17~
They all laughed. Randy was such a goof, and Lita had decided she liked him. He may put on an unfriendly persona in the ring, but in reality he really was a nice guy.
Rick Flair however, was another story. There was something shady about him that Lita just couldn't put her finger on. Earlier that night, he'd said a couple of things to her that she didn't really like. One was; "You never know who you can really trust" and then he'd gone on to say something like "I'll never trust Eric Bischoff, that's for sure". Okay, so it wasn't exactly what he'd said, but more the way he'd said it, in that smug, over-confident voice of his. Then there was the way he had looked at her, as if he was up to something. Something that involved her, no doubt.
"Come on you two, you've got a match against Booker and Goldust," Flair stood and headed towards the door, surprising the diva by suddenly switching into his rather eccentric character, that he usually changes into during a match. The man really was crazy.
Tripple H grinned as he followed the legend, winking at Lita before he too disappeared through the door. Randy waved bye and closed the door behind him. The highflying diva smirked and turned to her cousin, who looked far from happy.
"Now that they've gone, do you want to tell me what's going on? And when the hell did you join Evolution?" Batista wanted to know. He was worried about the young woman. She seemed to be getting herself into deeper trouble every time he saw her.
Lita frowned and immediately put up a defensive barrier. There was nothing she hated more then being interrogated, except for being lectured. "Look Dave, I'm grateful that you saved me last week, but what I do otherwise is none of your business."
"Like hell it isn't! You're my family!" Dave yelled, then sighed, instantly regretted his outburst, "just cut the bullshit Li. None of this tough girl act works on me, you know that."
"Well what do you want from me Dave?" Lita snapped, her temper quickly rising, "What do you want me to say?.that joining Evolution was just a spare of the moment thing because I was scared of Hunter's intentions towards me?.that I have no friends because of my damn temper?.That I want to rip Stephanie McMahon's head off?.that I can't even trust my own father?." Lita broke off, trying desperately to hold back the tears. She would not cry. Not if all the oceans, seas and rivers had dried up and the existence of the world relied on her tears alone. It was that accurse pride of hers again.
Batista moved to sit down beside her, enveloping her in a comforting hug, one that she was more than grateful to receive. It seemed he was the only person she had left. Well apart from.-
"Lita it's okay, I'm sorry for yelling at you. You know you can always come to me if anything's wrong. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." Batista frowned. He knew that somewhere along the line, Bischoff was to blame for his cousin's misery, and Bischoff was the one that would pay.
"Look Lita, when I found out about you and Eric trying to take over the company, I should have-"
"Wait. How did you know that? Did my dad tell you about that?" Lita questioned, a frown marring her pretty face. She knew that wasn't right. Eric would never confide in Batista, especially about business.
"Actually Randy told me," Batista admitted, watching as the diva's frown deepened.
"Randy?"
"Yeah, he overheard you and Uncle Eric talking." Dave explained. Lita narrowed her eyes, and brought a hand to her chin, seemingly contemplating something.
"That's it!" She suddenly beamed, looking up at the man she considered more of a brother than a cousin, "You're brilliant!"
"I am?" Batista raised a doubtful eyebrow and Lita couldn't help but grin.
"I think I know who the Smackdown mole is,"
"You do?" Now he raised sceptic eyebrow.
"Yes, you said that Randy told you everything he overheard." Lita began, clasping her hands together excitedly.
"Lita it's not Randy.he would never.he's not a traitor." Batista defended the youngest member of Evolution, but Lita shook her head stopping him from rambling.
"No, no, I know Randy probably wouldn't say anything to Stephanie, but I think he may have told someone else about what he heard." The former redhead said. She just knew that her instincts were right about this.
"No, Randy told me he wouldn't say anything to anyone else." Batista frowned, remembering how he had warned Randy to keep his nose out of things, then had bribed him with alcohol and women.
"Like anyone could keep a secret like that!" she scoffed, then continued, "I think he told someone in Evolution."
"Who Hunter?" Batista shook his head, "No way, Hunter hates Stephanie, and has every reason to.so that would just leave.-"
"Rick Flair," Lita spat out his name. She knew it was him.she just knew.
~
Edge frowned as he walked briskly down the Raw corridor, thinking about how weird things were becoming in the WWE. Stephanie McMahon, has suspended him for refusing to attack Lita last week, and when he'd tried to talk to the Women's Champion, she had come out with some nasty comments that had hurt more than being sat on by both Rikishi *and* the Big Show, at the same time. Not that he'd ever actually found himself in that predicament -thank god- but he imagined that it would be pretty distressful situation to be in.
Hearing voices down the far end of the corridor, the tall blond ducked into an empty locker room. He didn't want to be caught at 'Raw' by any of the camera crew, in fear of being fired by the billion-dollar bitch. That was the last thing he needed right now.
Instead of cameras, he was surprised by what he saw, when he peeked round the doorframe.
Tripple H, Randy Orton and Rick Flair looked as though they had just been in a match and they disappeared into a locker room. Then from the same room emerged Batista, with Lita by his side. Edge's mouth nearly dropped at the sight of his former-friend. She looked so different and it seemed as though she had made some new friends in the form of Evolution. Shaking his head slowly, the blond watched as Eric Bischoff appeared and stopped to talk to the two superstars. Although Edge couldn't hear exact words, he was aware of a brief disagreement between the two men, and then they three of them walked down the corridor together.
When they were out of sight, Edge stepped out form the locker room, only to step back inside again, when he heard someone else approaching. He had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating when he realised who it was.
Paul Heyman. What on Earth was *he* doing there? Things were definitely weird. The ft man seemed proud and satisfied about something, as he carried a bunch of keys in his right hand.
"Edge?" A voice startled the Canadian and he turned to see Jeff Hardy walking towards him from behind.
"Jeff." He nodded a greeting, and motioned for the younger wrestler to join him inside the locker room. Jeff frowned, cautiously stepping into the room and threw the man a questioning look. It was no secret that Jeff and Edge did not get along, ever since their past tag-team feud, which included Matt and Christian. It seemed, however, that whilst Matt and Edge had become good friends during the Alliance Invasion, Jeff and Edge had not. There had also been the factor where Jeff had been the only person to know about the fling between Edge and Lita, and the young man had warned the Canadian to stay away. Not that it had really mattered anyway, as she'd dumped him for Matt two weeks later.
"What are you doing here?" Jeff asked, suspicion evident in his words. He hoped the blond wasn't up to anything, like working for Paul Heyman for starters.
"Well actually, I thought you could tell me that?" Edge threw him a sincere look, which warned the Hardy not to piss him off tonight. Jeff sighed and sat down on the nearest bench.
"What do you mean?" Jeff asked, wishing he hadn't bothered to show up that night. First Kurt Angle had sold him some story about a new owner, and now Edge was speaking to him in riddles.
"What I mean is, can you explain the anonymous phone call I got about two hours ago, telling me to get down to the arena urgently and find you, because Lita's in trouble?" Edge waited expectantly for an answer, slightly surprised when the young Hardy smirked at him.
"So you're one of the guys helping us tonight." Jeff mumbled, hating having to ally himself with this certain tall blond Canadian. Kurt Angle just better be right about all of this. He stood and walked towards the door and Edge glared at him.
"Come on Edge, I'll explain it in my locker room," and they both left the room, unaware of the trouble that they were getting themselves into.
~End Part 17~