Sticking Together
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the names or likenesses of World Wrestling Entertainment and quite frankly don't have the money to say that I do.
Hello there, folks. Some people may have read some of my other fiction (if I'm on your author alert, you've read The Aftermath), but this is my first time on the WWE train. This fic involves mainly Lita, Jeff Hardy, and Matt Hardy. Cameo's by some other wrestler's will come to be, but these are the main peeps. Enjoy!
NOTE: This story is written as if the storyline was real. I am no stranger to the fact that the WWE and it's storyline is fake. Don't criticise me over that. Thank you!
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Jeff woke up earlier than usual. It was still only 5:30 on the December morning. The morning was pitch black. He got up only to realize he was lifting his arm from somone. He focused in on Amy laying beside him. He must have known she was there. He did. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew.
Why didn't I want to admit it? he wondered. He knew. He didn't feel he was worth it.
He laughed at himself. He did deserve her. He knew it all along. Matt was a dumass. He didn't know what he got rid of.
His laugh stirred Amy. She woke up and turned to face him. Her eyes were still tired.
"Rise and shine," Jeff said with a smile.
"Shine? What the fuck? What time is it?"
"About 5:30."
"Shit," she mumbled. "Too damn early."
"You're up now, so you might as well go to breakfast with me."
"How do you plan on making me?"
"Easy," Jeff laughed.
He found one of her ticklish spots and tickled away. This just happened to be her bare foot.
Through giggles, Amy managed to say, "Fuck you!"
They stopped at a 24 hour diner down the road. Amy did manage to get herself looking ready for the day before 6:00. Jeff, on the other hand, wasn't exactly ready until almost 7.
As the ate, they laughed through a conversation.
"Dammit, Jeff. I was ready before 6, even getting through which thong to wear. And you take an extra hour than me."
Jeff shrugged. "I had to dye my hair again." He said this pushing the new blue hair away from his face.
She shook her head. "Dye your fucking hair. That couldn't have waited."
Jeff smiled. "Although not as attractive, my hair is more important than your thongs."
"That's not possible."
Another laugh was shared between them. They finished their breakfast and drove off. They're next show was in Indianapolis, and they decided to drive (despite his lack of fear of heights, Jeff didn't like flying from place to place) there. After they packed and left, Jeff decided it was time to talk seriously.
"What are we going to do about Matt?"
Amy stared at him, almost confused. "What do you mean?"
Jeff looked at her as if to say 'Are you kidding me?'. "I'm not letting him get away with what he did yesterday."
"You don't have to make a big deal about this."
"Like hell I don't," Jeff said, pulling over. "He's violated a friendship that has existed between us for years. Not only that, but he's ruined our chances of being brothers again."
"You can't prevent a brotherhood, Jeff."
Jeff laughed coldly. "Maybe not. But I can prevent falling for his shit. We used to have an unbreakable bond. He wants to play this shit, then the games on."
Amy was quiet. She then said, "So what are you going to do? We're going to have 6 free days in Indy."
Jeff thought. "We're going to fight back. Get friends to help in the fight. He's bound to do so, also. We'll just have to beat him at it."
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The Indiana snow was bitter. They checked into their hotel (sorry Jeff, but HBO isn't a big deal here) and went out on the town.
"So what are we going to do?" Amy said, hugging her arms through her coat.
"Find help," Jeff said blantly, comfortable in his jacket.
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Amy asked, clarifying her first question.
"Make some calls, recruit some trainees, anything possible."
Lita smirked. "You've never been very organized, have you?"
He grinned. "You'd be surprised."
As they were walking, Jeff accidently bumped into a guy that couldn't have been older than 20. He fell and Jeff helped lift him off the ground. As he brushed the snow off himself, the guy looked up and his jaw dropped.
"Jeff Hardy. You're Jeff Hardy. THE Jeff Hardy."
Jeff grinned. "So you know my name."
The kid's eyes got huge. "How could I not know. You're the inspiration of our private wrestling league. Most of your-!"
"You have a league?" Jeff inquired, cutting the kid off.
"Yeah. Me and my buddy Aaron. We started an amateur league. By the way, I finally pulled off you're famous swanton bomb last week. Glory!"
"When do you next meet?"
"Tonight. We have an old warehouse and we bought a ring. People come to watch sometimes. Do you wanna come? You can take your friend-"
This time, he cut himself off. He just realized Amy was there.
His jaw hung low. "You are Lita. Amy Dumas. The WWE Women's Champion! We WORSHIP you!"
Amy blushed. "Thanks. And yes, I'd like to see this league."
The guy started stammering. "Of course. Of course. Here is the address. By the way, my name is Seth. You'll enjoy seeing me come off with some moves. Maybe even you could show us how it's all done."
Jeff nodded. "I'll see you there."
Seth ran off, often glancing back at the superstars.
Jeff clapped his hands. "Step one is complete."
"Jeff," Lita said, somewhat impatiently. "Do you think we could get out of the fucking cold?"
Jeff stared at her and laughed. They went into a nearby resteraunt. Step one was complete, but Amy still wondered what that step was. How was a stammering guy with a warehouse going to help them kick Matt's ass?
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Revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. Jeff loves it and so do I. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and an update will be up soon. Until then, I must say adios.
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the names or likenesses of World Wrestling Entertainment and quite frankly don't have the money to say that I do.
Hello there, folks. Some people may have read some of my other fiction (if I'm on your author alert, you've read The Aftermath), but this is my first time on the WWE train. This fic involves mainly Lita, Jeff Hardy, and Matt Hardy. Cameo's by some other wrestler's will come to be, but these are the main peeps. Enjoy!
NOTE: This story is written as if the storyline was real. I am no stranger to the fact that the WWE and it's storyline is fake. Don't criticise me over that. Thank you!
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Jeff woke up earlier than usual. It was still only 5:30 on the December morning. The morning was pitch black. He got up only to realize he was lifting his arm from somone. He focused in on Amy laying beside him. He must have known she was there. He did. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew.
Why didn't I want to admit it? he wondered. He knew. He didn't feel he was worth it.
He laughed at himself. He did deserve her. He knew it all along. Matt was a dumass. He didn't know what he got rid of.
His laugh stirred Amy. She woke up and turned to face him. Her eyes were still tired.
"Rise and shine," Jeff said with a smile.
"Shine? What the fuck? What time is it?"
"About 5:30."
"Shit," she mumbled. "Too damn early."
"You're up now, so you might as well go to breakfast with me."
"How do you plan on making me?"
"Easy," Jeff laughed.
He found one of her ticklish spots and tickled away. This just happened to be her bare foot.
Through giggles, Amy managed to say, "Fuck you!"
They stopped at a 24 hour diner down the road. Amy did manage to get herself looking ready for the day before 6:00. Jeff, on the other hand, wasn't exactly ready until almost 7.
As the ate, they laughed through a conversation.
"Dammit, Jeff. I was ready before 6, even getting through which thong to wear. And you take an extra hour than me."
Jeff shrugged. "I had to dye my hair again." He said this pushing the new blue hair away from his face.
She shook her head. "Dye your fucking hair. That couldn't have waited."
Jeff smiled. "Although not as attractive, my hair is more important than your thongs."
"That's not possible."
Another laugh was shared between them. They finished their breakfast and drove off. They're next show was in Indianapolis, and they decided to drive (despite his lack of fear of heights, Jeff didn't like flying from place to place) there. After they packed and left, Jeff decided it was time to talk seriously.
"What are we going to do about Matt?"
Amy stared at him, almost confused. "What do you mean?"
Jeff looked at her as if to say 'Are you kidding me?'. "I'm not letting him get away with what he did yesterday."
"You don't have to make a big deal about this."
"Like hell I don't," Jeff said, pulling over. "He's violated a friendship that has existed between us for years. Not only that, but he's ruined our chances of being brothers again."
"You can't prevent a brotherhood, Jeff."
Jeff laughed coldly. "Maybe not. But I can prevent falling for his shit. We used to have an unbreakable bond. He wants to play this shit, then the games on."
Amy was quiet. She then said, "So what are you going to do? We're going to have 6 free days in Indy."
Jeff thought. "We're going to fight back. Get friends to help in the fight. He's bound to do so, also. We'll just have to beat him at it."
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The Indiana snow was bitter. They checked into their hotel (sorry Jeff, but HBO isn't a big deal here) and went out on the town.
"So what are we going to do?" Amy said, hugging her arms through her coat.
"Find help," Jeff said blantly, comfortable in his jacket.
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Amy asked, clarifying her first question.
"Make some calls, recruit some trainees, anything possible."
Lita smirked. "You've never been very organized, have you?"
He grinned. "You'd be surprised."
As they were walking, Jeff accidently bumped into a guy that couldn't have been older than 20. He fell and Jeff helped lift him off the ground. As he brushed the snow off himself, the guy looked up and his jaw dropped.
"Jeff Hardy. You're Jeff Hardy. THE Jeff Hardy."
Jeff grinned. "So you know my name."
The kid's eyes got huge. "How could I not know. You're the inspiration of our private wrestling league. Most of your-!"
"You have a league?" Jeff inquired, cutting the kid off.
"Yeah. Me and my buddy Aaron. We started an amateur league. By the way, I finally pulled off you're famous swanton bomb last week. Glory!"
"When do you next meet?"
"Tonight. We have an old warehouse and we bought a ring. People come to watch sometimes. Do you wanna come? You can take your friend-"
This time, he cut himself off. He just realized Amy was there.
His jaw hung low. "You are Lita. Amy Dumas. The WWE Women's Champion! We WORSHIP you!"
Amy blushed. "Thanks. And yes, I'd like to see this league."
The guy started stammering. "Of course. Of course. Here is the address. By the way, my name is Seth. You'll enjoy seeing me come off with some moves. Maybe even you could show us how it's all done."
Jeff nodded. "I'll see you there."
Seth ran off, often glancing back at the superstars.
Jeff clapped his hands. "Step one is complete."
"Jeff," Lita said, somewhat impatiently. "Do you think we could get out of the fucking cold?"
Jeff stared at her and laughed. They went into a nearby resteraunt. Step one was complete, but Amy still wondered what that step was. How was a stammering guy with a warehouse going to help them kick Matt's ass?
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Revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. Jeff loves it and so do I. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and an update will be up soon. Until then, I must say adios.