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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Seth held an icepack to his neck. Aaron slept. Shane read a comic. Jamie wasn't there. Rey and Adam played cards. RVD had just arrived with his new team. Nightwolf stayed in his own corner of the room. Amy watched Jeff.
She was scared. Scared he was going to be hurt. He just sat there, staring at nothing. He knew what he'd gotten himself in. But he wouldn't even let her talk him out of it.
He looked up and met her eyes. He got up and walked over to her. He grabbed her hand.
"Whatever happens, don't interfere. If it looks really bad, not only for me, but for you, run."
She shook her head. "You can't expect me to."
He shrugged. "I can hope that you will."
He left the room. The tears came. She knew it. He knew it. The next Smackdown! was going to be a difficult one.
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Tazz: This is the match everyone has been waiting for. Jeff Hardy and Brock Lesnar challenged each other, and Stephanie McMahon had approved it.
Cole: Not just approved it! This is going to be a no-disqualification falls count anywhere match. One hell of a match!
(jeff's music starts. he comes out and does his entrance.)
Ring Announcer: The following no disqualification match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Lita and The Hurricane, Jeff Hardy!
(brock's music starts. brock comes out for his entrance, smiling menacingly at jeff and lita.)
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, Brock Lesnar!
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Jeff was about as scared of Brock as he was of Hell. He thought again about what he was doing out there. He looked at Amy. She looked back. He saw her fear. He smiled, trying to assure her it would be ok. Would it?
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Tazz: Brock seems to be more intent on taunting Lita then beating Jeff.
(hurricane slips jeff a chair from outside the ring)
Cole: Brock better turn around.
(too late. brock got hit full force by jeff hardy with the chair. he covered with a jeff leg drop pin.)
Tazz: It's over already. Brock's never been beaten that quickly!
Cole: I can't believe it. But wait! What's going on here?
(jeff grabbed a table and set it up in the ring. he picked brock up and proceeded to irish whip him onto the table. brock countered and threw jeff into the opposite rope. he kicked jeff in the abdomen and got him up for an F-5.)
Tazz: F-5!
Cole: Jeff should have left when he won.)
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It all seemed to go in slow motion to Jeff. He was up on Brock's shoulders, about to recieve the most dangerous move in the WWE. He was spun around. He was falling towards the table.
There was a stabbing pain. His head was dizzy. He looked to see a screaming Amy, being held back by Shane.
Bless you, Shane.
Brock left, thank god.
Amy was by his side right then. She gripped his hand tightly.
"Jeff, baby, talk to me. I'm so sorry." She cried.
Jeff couldn't turn his head. He was fighting to keep his eyes open. His voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Don't be sorry. On the brightside, I got to hit the song of a bitch with a chair."
She smiled through the tears. Always making her smile, no matter what.
"Your crazy," she said, practically sobbing.
"That's what you like so much... about... me."
He lost consciousness just as the meds got there.
Lita's smile quickly fled. "Jeff. Wake up!"
He didn't. She felt terrible. She ran the entire way up the ramp with them. That's when he came back.
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Tazz: It's Brock! He came back!
Cole: That son of a bitch. What does he want?
(brock goes straight for jeff on the stretcher. lita gets in the way, begging brock not to do anything.)
Tazz: Lita is practically begging Brock! He's laughing at her.
(brock makes a move to attack lita. taker's music starts and he comes and big boots brock.)
Cole: Taker to the rescue again!
Tazz: Not to say this is wrong, but why is the Undertaker doing this for Jeff Hardy?
(taker helps wheel jeff out backstage. lita is still holding jeff's hand.)
(show is off air)
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Jeff was diagnosed with a serious injury, but not a break, in the neck and a shoulder injury, along with random bruieses. All in all, it could have been worse.
Amy looked at the man known as the Undertaker. She had to know.
"Why do you keep helping us?"
Taker stared at nothing. "I owe that crazy son of a bitch alot. This is all the least I can do."
She lifted an eyebrow. "What do you owe Jeff?"
Taker sighed. "Remember that ladder match for the championship a couple years ago?"
"Yeah, how could I forget? You barely won."
He slammed a fist into the wall. "I didn't win. He threw it. He told me to take the win."
"What?"
"He didn't want the public to go against him for losing to someone like him. He did me a favor. I hated him for it, but I knew I had to repay him somehow. That's why I'm here."
A quiet voice spoke next. "Then we're even."
Amy turned to see Jeff, barely opening his eyes. "You're alright!"
"Have I ever not been?" His breathing was deep.
Taker walked across the room. "You need to lay off Brock. I'll take him from here. You have more problems, like your brother."
Amy expected Jeff to object. "Have it your way." That surprised her. Jeff obviously trusted the Undertaker.
A med walked in. Amy was the first to say anything.
"Can he wrestle next week?"
The med shook his head. "No. The week after, maybe, but the neck injury is not good. No swantons for this guy.
Jeff tried to shake his own head, wincing with the pain in his neck. "Matt plays a hard game. But he's only got me in check."
With that, Jeff went back to sleep.
Amy looked at Taker. "You think you could help me get him into my car?"
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Yet another chapter completed. Again, I say REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! With that in mind, I bid you farewell. Until we meet again, 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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Seth held an icepack to his neck. Aaron slept. Shane read a comic. Jamie wasn't there. Rey and Adam played cards. RVD had just arrived with his new team. Nightwolf stayed in his own corner of the room. Amy watched Jeff.
She was scared. Scared he was going to be hurt. He just sat there, staring at nothing. He knew what he'd gotten himself in. But he wouldn't even let her talk him out of it.
He looked up and met her eyes. He got up and walked over to her. He grabbed her hand.
"Whatever happens, don't interfere. If it looks really bad, not only for me, but for you, run."
She shook her head. "You can't expect me to."
He shrugged. "I can hope that you will."
He left the room. The tears came. She knew it. He knew it. The next Smackdown! was going to be a difficult one.
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Tazz: This is the match everyone has been waiting for. Jeff Hardy and Brock Lesnar challenged each other, and Stephanie McMahon had approved it.
Cole: Not just approved it! This is going to be a no-disqualification falls count anywhere match. One hell of a match!
(jeff's music starts. he comes out and does his entrance.)
Ring Announcer: The following no disqualification match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Lita and The Hurricane, Jeff Hardy!
(brock's music starts. brock comes out for his entrance, smiling menacingly at jeff and lita.)
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, Brock Lesnar!
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Jeff was about as scared of Brock as he was of Hell. He thought again about what he was doing out there. He looked at Amy. She looked back. He saw her fear. He smiled, trying to assure her it would be ok. Would it?
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Tazz: Brock seems to be more intent on taunting Lita then beating Jeff.
(hurricane slips jeff a chair from outside the ring)
Cole: Brock better turn around.
(too late. brock got hit full force by jeff hardy with the chair. he covered with a jeff leg drop pin.)
Tazz: It's over already. Brock's never been beaten that quickly!
Cole: I can't believe it. But wait! What's going on here?
(jeff grabbed a table and set it up in the ring. he picked brock up and proceeded to irish whip him onto the table. brock countered and threw jeff into the opposite rope. he kicked jeff in the abdomen and got him up for an F-5.)
Tazz: F-5!
Cole: Jeff should have left when he won.)
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It all seemed to go in slow motion to Jeff. He was up on Brock's shoulders, about to recieve the most dangerous move in the WWE. He was spun around. He was falling towards the table.
There was a stabbing pain. His head was dizzy. He looked to see a screaming Amy, being held back by Shane.
Bless you, Shane.
Brock left, thank god.
Amy was by his side right then. She gripped his hand tightly.
"Jeff, baby, talk to me. I'm so sorry." She cried.
Jeff couldn't turn his head. He was fighting to keep his eyes open. His voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Don't be sorry. On the brightside, I got to hit the song of a bitch with a chair."
She smiled through the tears. Always making her smile, no matter what.
"Your crazy," she said, practically sobbing.
"That's what you like so much... about... me."
He lost consciousness just as the meds got there.
Lita's smile quickly fled. "Jeff. Wake up!"
He didn't. She felt terrible. She ran the entire way up the ramp with them. That's when he came back.
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Tazz: It's Brock! He came back!
Cole: That son of a bitch. What does he want?
(brock goes straight for jeff on the stretcher. lita gets in the way, begging brock not to do anything.)
Tazz: Lita is practically begging Brock! He's laughing at her.
(brock makes a move to attack lita. taker's music starts and he comes and big boots brock.)
Cole: Taker to the rescue again!
Tazz: Not to say this is wrong, but why is the Undertaker doing this for Jeff Hardy?
(taker helps wheel jeff out backstage. lita is still holding jeff's hand.)
(show is off air)
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Jeff was diagnosed with a serious injury, but not a break, in the neck and a shoulder injury, along with random bruieses. All in all, it could have been worse.
Amy looked at the man known as the Undertaker. She had to know.
"Why do you keep helping us?"
Taker stared at nothing. "I owe that crazy son of a bitch alot. This is all the least I can do."
She lifted an eyebrow. "What do you owe Jeff?"
Taker sighed. "Remember that ladder match for the championship a couple years ago?"
"Yeah, how could I forget? You barely won."
He slammed a fist into the wall. "I didn't win. He threw it. He told me to take the win."
"What?"
"He didn't want the public to go against him for losing to someone like him. He did me a favor. I hated him for it, but I knew I had to repay him somehow. That's why I'm here."
A quiet voice spoke next. "Then we're even."
Amy turned to see Jeff, barely opening his eyes. "You're alright!"
"Have I ever not been?" His breathing was deep.
Taker walked across the room. "You need to lay off Brock. I'll take him from here. You have more problems, like your brother."
Amy expected Jeff to object. "Have it your way." That surprised her. Jeff obviously trusted the Undertaker.
A med walked in. Amy was the first to say anything.
"Can he wrestle next week?"
The med shook his head. "No. The week after, maybe, but the neck injury is not good. No swantons for this guy.
Jeff tried to shake his own head, wincing with the pain in his neck. "Matt plays a hard game. But he's only got me in check."
With that, Jeff went back to sleep.
Amy looked at Taker. "You think you could help me get him into my car?"
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Yet another chapter completed. Again, I say REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! With that in mind, I bid you farewell. Until we meet again, I must say adios.