"Brilliant Matt! That was simply brilliant!"
Matt Hardy smirked at his boss' praises as he flashed his new Hardcore belt to the rest of the SmackDown roster. John Cena, the FBI and a few others, who didn't have a match coming up, opened some beers to celebrate.
"And I love what you guys did to Trish, she deserved that for what she did to Torrie." Stephanie declared sparing a glance over at the busty blonde, whom was clutching at her ribs from where Trish had speared her, "Nobody attacks one of ours like that and gets away with it."
"I agree," Heyman grinned "and now Charlie and Benjamin are going to do the same thing to the Dudley boys. Wish us luck."
"The best of," Rob Van Dam nodded, but the SmackDown General manager sent Heyman a stern look...
"You better not screw this up Paul...Your job depends on this win..." She smiled and added "No pressure though. Just kick their asses."
"Will do." The fat man said quickly before leaving the room with the 'Worlds Greatest Tag-Team' following him. They would just have to make sure they do everything in their power to win the match.
~
"I'm sorry he did that, it's all my fault." Jeff sighed, putting a comforting arm around the petite blonde, who was rubbing at her neck, clearly in pain.
"How is it your fault Jeff? You can't help it if your brother's a pain in the ass." Trish scowled at the thought of the elder Hardy.
"Maybe that should have been pain in the neck..." Stacy quipped with a snigger, but frowned at the glares that Jeff and Trish threw her, "Sorry, bad joke."
"Don't worry Trish, Matthew Hardy will definitely get what he deserves, I'll make sure of it." Lita promised and Trish seemed satisfied at the woman's statement. If Lita wanted something done, then she usually got it done, no matter what the consequences.
"Hey, maybe Lita, you could punch him again like you did earlier!" Stacy smiled, clearly enjoying the memory. But Lita frowned at he blond, obviously not pleased that Stacy had said that loud enough so that most of the room had heard.
"What's this about Lita punching someone?" Came a stern voice from behind the divas and Lita cringed knowing exactly whom the voice belonged to. She stood up from her position on the floor and faced the older man, who wore a frown that matched hers.
"Nothing, I didn't punch anyone, Stacy's just kidding." Lita lied, smirking at her father as he eyed the group of them.
"Whatever," Bischoff said, sceptically and he motioned towards the symbol on Lita's T-shirt, "Shouldn't you be with your group, instead of fussing around these lot?" he added bitterly and the diva rolled her eyes.
"Cut the crap will you...I mean for heavens sake Eric, Raw and SmackDown are tying, one all at the moment, so maybe you should be concerned with the next match, instead of irritating me." Lita spat and Jeff grinned as Bischoff looked down at him. Straightening his jacket and clearing his throat, the Raw GM joined the crowd that were seated around the Television set watching the Dudley's in action.
"Well, you told him." Trish smirked through the pain and Lita smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
"Come on, let's go join those lot and cheer on Bubba and Devon."
~
Devon was unconscious outside the ring and Spike was out too, even though he wasn't in the match. Benjamin Shelton was rolling around on the mat after receiving the Bubba bomb and the referee was out cold- that meant that anything could go down...
Paul Heyman passed Charlie Haas a steel chair and watched as the wrestler took a swing for Bubba Ray. But there was no contact. The oldest Dudley had managed to dodge the move, as well as yanking the chair from Haas' grip. Then he took a swing, and that one connected with the other wrestler's head sending him reeling to the mat.
"That's for Lita!" Bubba yelled, before pinning him.
1...2...?
Bubba looked about; the referee was still out cold. Damn.
Suddenly, the Dudley brother felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Heyman had got into the ring and attacked him with one of the tag-team belts, then swiftly laid Charlie's arm over Bubba and left the ring, just as the referee had regained consciousness.
1...2...3!
"Here are your winners, and Tag-Team Champions, Charlie Haas and Benjamin Shelton." Lillian proclaimed over the microphone, in a much less enthusiastic tone than when she'd announced Jeff a winner earlier.
Rubbing his head, Devon climbed back into the ring and helped up his brother. Then noticing that Charlie was still lying on the mat, there was a sudden gleam in Bubba's eyes.
The crowd went wild! King and JR went wild! The Raw room went wild!
"Devon?!..." Bubba yelled and Devon smiled, replying...
"What?"
"Get the tables!"
The two Dudley's leapt from the ring, and entered again with two tables, although they only set up one. Then they stood ready to execute the 3-D; however, Heyman slid into the ring and rolled Charlie under the ropes, and out of harms way.
Devon and Bubba glanced at one another. Oh well...they'd put Heyman through instead...that would be just as satisfying, if more so...
Paul turned realising the predicament he had got himself into, but there was one thing the Dudley's hadn't counted on...
Benjamin Shelton grabbed Heyman's legs and pulled him from the ring, and they walked backwards up the ramp along with Charlie Haas and their title belts, leaving the Dudley's cursing them in the ring.
They'd won, and now SmackDown were up 2 to 1.
Stephanie couldn't help but smile.
~
"Chris, good luck out there," Bubba said, holding an ice pack to the back of his head. Damn that Paul Heyman, he was so going to pay.
Lita regarded the wrestlers as they all wished the King of 'Bling, Bling' luck for his match with Eddie Guerrero. If it had been a week earlier then none of her friends would have spoken to Jericho or Christian and vice versa. They'd all hated each other with a passion. Now there they were acting as if they were all the best of friends, and always had been. Not to mention the fact that she herself was talking to Stacy Keibler, whom she'd at one time, disliked with a passion. And come to think of it, wasn't the reason she'd hated Stacy because the blonde diva had flirted with her then-boyfriend, Matt Hardy? Oh yeah, things were definitely different.
"Lita," Chris waved a hand over her eyes, breaking her thoughts. She smiled at him and he pulled her in for a hug.
"Good luck and be careful," she said, then turned to Christian not really knowing him well enough to hug him so she just smiled, "You look after him out there, make sure Chavo doesn't get involved."
"Sure thing babes, if Chavo puts one foot inside that ring, then I'm going to make sure he totally pays for it!" Christian nodded in delight at the thought.
"Well then boys, what are you waiting for?"
~
"Come on Jericho, kick his ass!" Austin almost yelled at the television set. It had been a pretty even match so far, and neither Eddy nor Chris had attempted to use any weapons yet, despite the no disqualification rule.
"Like he can hear you," Kurt muttered and Austin glared at the gold medallist.
"Don't be so negative Angle," Steve smirked and Edge nodded his head.
"The man's right Kurt, you should be yelling at the TV too," Edge grinned, earning a laugh from Dawn Marie.
"Funny," Austin said, in a deadpan tone, then switched his attention back towards the match.
Chavo and Christian were both in the ring too and were fighting it out. Jericho had finally managed to find himself a chair, which Lillian had practically handed to the Canadian.
"That's it Jericho, knock his ass out!" Dawn Marie cheered when Chris hit Chavo with the steel. Kurt Angle raised an eyebrow.
"Now she's started it too," he shook his head and Dawn Marie slapped his arm in a playful manner.
"Stop spoiling our fun baldy," Dawn Marie smirked.
"Hey!" Angle said, rubbing his head and looking hurt, "Don't diss the hair...or lack of."
"I agree, after all it's not his fault he's bald." Austin smirked, rubbing his own head.
"That's right, I didn't choose to be bald. I lost my hair in a match, and got it shaved off by that damn..." Kurt stopped short, as he met Edge's inquisitive look, "Um...by that...um, damn good wrestler, Edge."
Edge grinned and so did Austin and Dawn giggled.
"What the?" Kurt turned the others' attention back to the screen with his words, just in time for them to see Christian get hit hard with some brass knucks, by a laughing Eddie.
"Asshole!" Edge stood, rage clear on his face, and he began to march towards the door. How dare those Guerrero's attack his brother, who did they think they were?
"Edge!" Dawn Marie jumped up, running to block the man's path. She'd never seen him look so angry before.
"Get out of my way," He told the woman. He didn't have time to stand around, not when his little brother was being mutilated in the ring.
"Edge you can't, what about the plan? You can't go out there now!" The diva tried to reason with him, sending glances to Austin and Kurt who both just shrugged.
"My brother's more important than a stupid plan!" The blond yelled, pushing past the woman and storming from the room.
"Oh crap." Dawn Marie frowned.
~
"It's Edge!" Stacy pointed excitedly towards the screen, as she saw the blond Canadian run full speed down the ramp.
"What?" Lita said, panic in her voice as she moved to get a better look. Yep, that was definitely Edge. What the hell did he think he was doing?
"That's not fair, he's going to cost us the match!" Eric Bischoff frowned in anger.
"Looks more like he's going to cost them the match," Shawn Michaels pointed out, as Edge nailed both Eddie and Chavo with a spear each.
"He's not supposed to be out there yet is he?" Jeff whispered in Lita's ear, noticing the fury on the diva's face. She shook her head, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming out in rage.
"He's going to ruin the whole plan," She grumbled, although everyone else suddenly cheered. Jericho had got the pin on Eddie thanks to Edge's interruption.
"Yeah! That's two all now!" Stacy punched the air in victory and Eric Bischoff had a big smile on his face.
"I'm surprised that Edge turned on his own roster. I'm sure Stephanie will love that!" Triple H smirked. He could only imagine the outrage on Stephanie's face.
"He doesn't work for Stephanie." Lita snapped, and Hunter raised an eyebrow at her tone, "He was fired. Probably drove down here, hoping that if he helped Raw win a match, then he'd get a job. What a loser."
Trish eyed the Woman's champion speculatively, as did the Dudleys and Batista. They'd all thought that Lita and Edge were friends, especially since Edge had lost his job saving her ass.
But Jeff knew that she was just making sure that no-one suspected that Edge had arrived with her for reasons other than interfering in Jericho's match.
"Yeah well he'll have to try harder than that to work for me." Bischoff declared smugly and Lita had to refrain from scowling at her father.
"Damn right, the man's a jerk," She nodded, then changed the subject, "Anyway I have a match now, with the bitch."
"Yeah I'm coming with you," Eric walked over to the door and waited whilst everyone wished the former redhead good luck.
"Keep an eye on Flair will you?" Lita whispered as Batista hugged her.
"The man won't leave my sight." He promised and Lita joined her father.
"You better kick the hell out of the Slut!" She heard Triple H call out as she left the room, and she smiled...
"Oh, I will. I definitely will."
Matt Hardy smirked at his boss' praises as he flashed his new Hardcore belt to the rest of the SmackDown roster. John Cena, the FBI and a few others, who didn't have a match coming up, opened some beers to celebrate.
"And I love what you guys did to Trish, she deserved that for what she did to Torrie." Stephanie declared sparing a glance over at the busty blonde, whom was clutching at her ribs from where Trish had speared her, "Nobody attacks one of ours like that and gets away with it."
"I agree," Heyman grinned "and now Charlie and Benjamin are going to do the same thing to the Dudley boys. Wish us luck."
"The best of," Rob Van Dam nodded, but the SmackDown General manager sent Heyman a stern look...
"You better not screw this up Paul...Your job depends on this win..." She smiled and added "No pressure though. Just kick their asses."
"Will do." The fat man said quickly before leaving the room with the 'Worlds Greatest Tag-Team' following him. They would just have to make sure they do everything in their power to win the match.
~
"I'm sorry he did that, it's all my fault." Jeff sighed, putting a comforting arm around the petite blonde, who was rubbing at her neck, clearly in pain.
"How is it your fault Jeff? You can't help it if your brother's a pain in the ass." Trish scowled at the thought of the elder Hardy.
"Maybe that should have been pain in the neck..." Stacy quipped with a snigger, but frowned at the glares that Jeff and Trish threw her, "Sorry, bad joke."
"Don't worry Trish, Matthew Hardy will definitely get what he deserves, I'll make sure of it." Lita promised and Trish seemed satisfied at the woman's statement. If Lita wanted something done, then she usually got it done, no matter what the consequences.
"Hey, maybe Lita, you could punch him again like you did earlier!" Stacy smiled, clearly enjoying the memory. But Lita frowned at he blond, obviously not pleased that Stacy had said that loud enough so that most of the room had heard.
"What's this about Lita punching someone?" Came a stern voice from behind the divas and Lita cringed knowing exactly whom the voice belonged to. She stood up from her position on the floor and faced the older man, who wore a frown that matched hers.
"Nothing, I didn't punch anyone, Stacy's just kidding." Lita lied, smirking at her father as he eyed the group of them.
"Whatever," Bischoff said, sceptically and he motioned towards the symbol on Lita's T-shirt, "Shouldn't you be with your group, instead of fussing around these lot?" he added bitterly and the diva rolled her eyes.
"Cut the crap will you...I mean for heavens sake Eric, Raw and SmackDown are tying, one all at the moment, so maybe you should be concerned with the next match, instead of irritating me." Lita spat and Jeff grinned as Bischoff looked down at him. Straightening his jacket and clearing his throat, the Raw GM joined the crowd that were seated around the Television set watching the Dudley's in action.
"Well, you told him." Trish smirked through the pain and Lita smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
"Come on, let's go join those lot and cheer on Bubba and Devon."
~
Devon was unconscious outside the ring and Spike was out too, even though he wasn't in the match. Benjamin Shelton was rolling around on the mat after receiving the Bubba bomb and the referee was out cold- that meant that anything could go down...
Paul Heyman passed Charlie Haas a steel chair and watched as the wrestler took a swing for Bubba Ray. But there was no contact. The oldest Dudley had managed to dodge the move, as well as yanking the chair from Haas' grip. Then he took a swing, and that one connected with the other wrestler's head sending him reeling to the mat.
"That's for Lita!" Bubba yelled, before pinning him.
1...2...?
Bubba looked about; the referee was still out cold. Damn.
Suddenly, the Dudley brother felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Heyman had got into the ring and attacked him with one of the tag-team belts, then swiftly laid Charlie's arm over Bubba and left the ring, just as the referee had regained consciousness.
1...2...3!
"Here are your winners, and Tag-Team Champions, Charlie Haas and Benjamin Shelton." Lillian proclaimed over the microphone, in a much less enthusiastic tone than when she'd announced Jeff a winner earlier.
Rubbing his head, Devon climbed back into the ring and helped up his brother. Then noticing that Charlie was still lying on the mat, there was a sudden gleam in Bubba's eyes.
The crowd went wild! King and JR went wild! The Raw room went wild!
"Devon?!..." Bubba yelled and Devon smiled, replying...
"What?"
"Get the tables!"
The two Dudley's leapt from the ring, and entered again with two tables, although they only set up one. Then they stood ready to execute the 3-D; however, Heyman slid into the ring and rolled Charlie under the ropes, and out of harms way.
Devon and Bubba glanced at one another. Oh well...they'd put Heyman through instead...that would be just as satisfying, if more so...
Paul turned realising the predicament he had got himself into, but there was one thing the Dudley's hadn't counted on...
Benjamin Shelton grabbed Heyman's legs and pulled him from the ring, and they walked backwards up the ramp along with Charlie Haas and their title belts, leaving the Dudley's cursing them in the ring.
They'd won, and now SmackDown were up 2 to 1.
Stephanie couldn't help but smile.
~
"Chris, good luck out there," Bubba said, holding an ice pack to the back of his head. Damn that Paul Heyman, he was so going to pay.
Lita regarded the wrestlers as they all wished the King of 'Bling, Bling' luck for his match with Eddie Guerrero. If it had been a week earlier then none of her friends would have spoken to Jericho or Christian and vice versa. They'd all hated each other with a passion. Now there they were acting as if they were all the best of friends, and always had been. Not to mention the fact that she herself was talking to Stacy Keibler, whom she'd at one time, disliked with a passion. And come to think of it, wasn't the reason she'd hated Stacy because the blonde diva had flirted with her then-boyfriend, Matt Hardy? Oh yeah, things were definitely different.
"Lita," Chris waved a hand over her eyes, breaking her thoughts. She smiled at him and he pulled her in for a hug.
"Good luck and be careful," she said, then turned to Christian not really knowing him well enough to hug him so she just smiled, "You look after him out there, make sure Chavo doesn't get involved."
"Sure thing babes, if Chavo puts one foot inside that ring, then I'm going to make sure he totally pays for it!" Christian nodded in delight at the thought.
"Well then boys, what are you waiting for?"
~
"Come on Jericho, kick his ass!" Austin almost yelled at the television set. It had been a pretty even match so far, and neither Eddy nor Chris had attempted to use any weapons yet, despite the no disqualification rule.
"Like he can hear you," Kurt muttered and Austin glared at the gold medallist.
"Don't be so negative Angle," Steve smirked and Edge nodded his head.
"The man's right Kurt, you should be yelling at the TV too," Edge grinned, earning a laugh from Dawn Marie.
"Funny," Austin said, in a deadpan tone, then switched his attention back towards the match.
Chavo and Christian were both in the ring too and were fighting it out. Jericho had finally managed to find himself a chair, which Lillian had practically handed to the Canadian.
"That's it Jericho, knock his ass out!" Dawn Marie cheered when Chris hit Chavo with the steel. Kurt Angle raised an eyebrow.
"Now she's started it too," he shook his head and Dawn Marie slapped his arm in a playful manner.
"Stop spoiling our fun baldy," Dawn Marie smirked.
"Hey!" Angle said, rubbing his head and looking hurt, "Don't diss the hair...or lack of."
"I agree, after all it's not his fault he's bald." Austin smirked, rubbing his own head.
"That's right, I didn't choose to be bald. I lost my hair in a match, and got it shaved off by that damn..." Kurt stopped short, as he met Edge's inquisitive look, "Um...by that...um, damn good wrestler, Edge."
Edge grinned and so did Austin and Dawn giggled.
"What the?" Kurt turned the others' attention back to the screen with his words, just in time for them to see Christian get hit hard with some brass knucks, by a laughing Eddie.
"Asshole!" Edge stood, rage clear on his face, and he began to march towards the door. How dare those Guerrero's attack his brother, who did they think they were?
"Edge!" Dawn Marie jumped up, running to block the man's path. She'd never seen him look so angry before.
"Get out of my way," He told the woman. He didn't have time to stand around, not when his little brother was being mutilated in the ring.
"Edge you can't, what about the plan? You can't go out there now!" The diva tried to reason with him, sending glances to Austin and Kurt who both just shrugged.
"My brother's more important than a stupid plan!" The blond yelled, pushing past the woman and storming from the room.
"Oh crap." Dawn Marie frowned.
~
"It's Edge!" Stacy pointed excitedly towards the screen, as she saw the blond Canadian run full speed down the ramp.
"What?" Lita said, panic in her voice as she moved to get a better look. Yep, that was definitely Edge. What the hell did he think he was doing?
"That's not fair, he's going to cost us the match!" Eric Bischoff frowned in anger.
"Looks more like he's going to cost them the match," Shawn Michaels pointed out, as Edge nailed both Eddie and Chavo with a spear each.
"He's not supposed to be out there yet is he?" Jeff whispered in Lita's ear, noticing the fury on the diva's face. She shook her head, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming out in rage.
"He's going to ruin the whole plan," She grumbled, although everyone else suddenly cheered. Jericho had got the pin on Eddie thanks to Edge's interruption.
"Yeah! That's two all now!" Stacy punched the air in victory and Eric Bischoff had a big smile on his face.
"I'm surprised that Edge turned on his own roster. I'm sure Stephanie will love that!" Triple H smirked. He could only imagine the outrage on Stephanie's face.
"He doesn't work for Stephanie." Lita snapped, and Hunter raised an eyebrow at her tone, "He was fired. Probably drove down here, hoping that if he helped Raw win a match, then he'd get a job. What a loser."
Trish eyed the Woman's champion speculatively, as did the Dudleys and Batista. They'd all thought that Lita and Edge were friends, especially since Edge had lost his job saving her ass.
But Jeff knew that she was just making sure that no-one suspected that Edge had arrived with her for reasons other than interfering in Jericho's match.
"Yeah well he'll have to try harder than that to work for me." Bischoff declared smugly and Lita had to refrain from scowling at her father.
"Damn right, the man's a jerk," She nodded, then changed the subject, "Anyway I have a match now, with the bitch."
"Yeah I'm coming with you," Eric walked over to the door and waited whilst everyone wished the former redhead good luck.
"Keep an eye on Flair will you?" Lita whispered as Batista hugged her.
"The man won't leave my sight." He promised and Lita joined her father.
"You better kick the hell out of the Slut!" She heard Triple H call out as she left the room, and she smiled...
"Oh, I will. I definitely will."