WWE
Disc: You know the drill – I own no-one.
Rating: Minor R for whole fic – may go up
Notes: Set after Judgement Day – roster split ended at the PPV. No other changes - Edge's not hurt though. Current GM's are all co-commissioners. Oh, and I know the poll said Trish/Kidman, but I'm gonna go with Stacy/Kidman for this – it works better.
Response to Karen's challenge.
4. -Lita/Edge, Lita/Jeff,
Lita/Christian, or Lita/Jericho
-Shawn Michaels/Lillian, Jericho/Lillian, or Christian/Lillian
-Molly/Kidman, Stacy/Kidman, or Trish/Kidman
-Paul Heyman as a slimy pervert and Torrie as his personal 'Barbie doll'
-Lillian getting attacked (could be by Heyman or someone else) and the guy
for
her pairing finding her (they shouldn't be together at the beginning of
the
fic)
-Torrie trying to break up one of the couples at Heyman's urging
-Kidman telling Torrie off (they should have a past with one another)
-Heyman and Torrie getting what they deserve =)
The petite blonde walked hurriedly towards the rental car, aware that she was one of the last people to leave the arena. Her breath formed little puffs of mist in the shadows cast by the dim streetlamps and the heels on her boots made sharp tapping noise against the footpath.
Breathing a sigh of relief she arrived at her car, fishing her keys out of her purse. She shivered, an odd feeling of foreboding creeping along her neck. Then she stiffened, her scream cut short by the large warm hand clamped over her mouth.
Lillian whirled around, her eyes widening in a combination of anger, fear, shock, and recognition as she stared into the shadowed face of her attacker. She struggled futilely, fear overcoming her at his sly smirk. She yelled, the sound breaking the eerie quiet surrounding the arena parking lot. Lillian's blue eyes narrowed angrily, the man's grip painfully tight on her arms.
The blonde ring announcer stared into the eyes of a man she had once called friend, and felt a sharp stab of pure, unadulterated fear pierce her heart. The once familiar eyes were wild and unfocused, and knowing what he had done to Lita less than a week ago, she shuddered.
A well of anger rose in her chest and with a strength she didn't know she possessed, Lillian suddenly clawed at him, the sharp edges of the keys tearing at flesh. The man howled in pain, or anger, she didn't know, and lashed out at her, his fist catching the side of her jaw.
Her head rocked back with the force of the blow and Lillian suddenly realised with absolute certainty that she had to get out of there and fast. Stumbling, she twisted around him, crying out when she felt him grab a hold of her hair.
She heard him laugh and winced as he increased his grip. He whispered something she didn't quite catch, but Lillian didn't have time to ponder the elusive comment as he shoved her to the ground. Lillian hissed in pain as she felt the rough gravel tear at her cheek, glad she had decided to wear pants that night.
She increased her struggles as he tried to straddle her, adrenaline coursing through her veins. The blonde winced as he roughly flipped her over, her arms raw from the harsh bite of the ground. She felt his hands at her top and struck out, out of her mind with fear.
A scream left her lips, the sound of his laugh chilling her to the bone. His hands began to roam her body and she screamed again, her wordless pleas shrill. Lillian whimpered as his fingers dug into her, terror echoing in her voice.
Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps could be heard, and Lillian's hopes were raised. She screamed again, almost fainting with happiness as her attacker got off of her and sprinted away. She closed her eyes in relief and then opened them when she felt somebody standing over her.
"Lillian?" The fact that for the first time since she had known him the man's voice sounded like the most beautiful thing in the world made Lillian want to laugh. Instead, the blonde ring announcer simply burst into tears at the sight of Christian's concerned expression.
TBC??