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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Tazz: Welcome to Royal Rumble! Tonight, Taker vs Lesnar for the WWE championship, the Dudley Boys tag belts on the line against Chris Jericho and Goldberg.
King: I'm glad to be commentating with you tonight, Tazz, but if I could break in here. What is this complete change in Jericho over the past few months? He used to be a heel among heels, but then Trish steps in and he's a hero!
Tazz: That's a great question, King. Best of luck to Jericho and Goldberg tonight. We will also see the first ever match for the TLC Tag belts in a four way elimination title match. This will be one hell of a match.
King: And let's not forget the famous Royal Rumble. 30 superstars. 1 winner. One contender for their brands belt at Wrestlemania. Our first match tonight will be the long awaited TLC Tag match.
(all wretler's make entrances.)
King: I have never seen Jeff Hardy so pumped. He is ready.
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This is it, Jeff thought. Time for payback.
He began the match automatically going after A-Train. Eliminate the big man first and go from there. Shane got the same idea as they began the double team on the "Ape-Train". Lita, meanwhile took out Tajiri, with RVD occupying Matt and Shannon with his kicks.
A double suplex. Clothesline. An assisted powerbomb. A-Train was out of the fraction as Lita gave the twist of fate to Tajiri and pinned the Japanese Buzzsaw for the elimination of one team.
Jeff and Shane exchanged fives. Jeff didn't let go and came through with a clothesline. RVD came to the assistance of Shane, but was greeted by a vengeful Matt Hardy. Matt pulled out a ladder but was given a feint kick as he dropped it. RVD placed Matt on the ladder and gave him a rolling thunder. Shannon came through with a chair, knocking RVD out and pinning him for another elimination.
So it came down to the real rivalry. Jeff and Lita against Matt and Shannon. They all just looked at each other for a while. Shannon was the first to move, trying to attack Jeff.
Bad move. Lita flung the M-Fer over the ropes and followed with a chair. Jeff and Matt began exchanging blows.
Lita smacked Shannon with the chair, picked up the poor boy, and Lita-bombed him into the chair.
Jeff was busy going hand to hand with his brother.
"You're going to pay you stupid son of a bitch."
"Then I'm taking you to hell with me."
Matt gave Jeff a totally unexpected knee in the stomach. Gasping for air, Jeff lent over. He was soon to be met in the face by a steel chair, credits of Matt.
He was blacking out. Lita didn't seem to be doing to bad. Shannon always was a pussy. He saw Matt slide out and begin attacking her. The fury was building up, but no adrenaline. The best Jeff could do was roll out of the ring.
After nailing Amy with a devastating twist of fate, Matt grabbed a ladder. He set up the ladder and began to climb to get the belt.
He slipped.
While regaining his footing, another ladder was set up. Jeff Hardy climbed that ladder with a chair.
"Jesus Christ, help me in this more than stupid manuver, for I am an idiot in love."
After this short prayer, Jeff jumped off of his ladder. While in the air by Matt, he swung the chair, nailing Matt, causing the older Hardy and the ladder to tumble. Matt went out of the ring.
Jeff was out of it. Amy slid in the ring to check on him. She saw Shannon trying to sneak a chair and himself into the ring. Lita quickly attacked and nailed Shannon with a twist of fate and a moonsault.
She moved Jeff's ladder to under the belts and climbed. The crowd was on their feet and cheering.
She unhooked the belts.
As her music blurted out, the ring announcer said, "The winners and first ever WWE TLC Tag Team Champions, Lita and Jeff Hardy!"
The ref raised her hand and a weary Jeff's hand.
Amy caught Jeff. "Are you alright?"
Jeff blinked at her, looking pretty dizzy. "I guess I could get used to all three Amy's."
Amy laughed. "Let's get backstage."
The crowd continued to cheer as they went backstage.
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Tazz: What a great match! I have never seen any of those competitors give more heart in any match!
King: That's right, Tazz. Next, we'll see Taker vs. Lesnar for the WWE Championship.
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Jeff collapsed into the couch in the dressing room.
"Are you as dizzy as I am?" he asked Amy.
She smiled. "Probably not. But I didn't do any dumb shit out there."
He closed his eyes. "That's the point in TLC. Crazy match. Crazy shit. Get used to it. Cause we're champs."
He held up his belt.
Amy thought. "You know what. We should go celebrate. The two of us. Go to dinner or something. Or dancing!"
Jeff's eyes shot open. "Hell no! Bar. Resteraunt. Bowling alley. But I draw the fucking line at dancing."
She raised one eyebrow. "And why not?"
He rolled his eyes. "Because I don't dance. And either way, I don't think I could manage it in my condition. How about food? Food was a brilliant idea. I like food. It doesn't require much talent and I'm good at eating."
"Fine, fine. I get the point," Amy said, smiling. "Then we go out to eat. But I choose the resteraunt, since you're a whiny shit."
He closed his eyes and sighed in relief. "Yes, but I'm your whiny shit."
"Just get dressed. Meet me outside the women's locker room."
"Why do I have to go to your locker room?"
She threw something at him. He opened his eyes to see her shirt on his chest. She was smiling in the doorway in a black bra.
"Cause you might have to come in and give that back."
She winked and left.
Jeff just smiled and proceeded to take a shower.
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They were in Jeff's car.
"You couldn't have gone just a little slower getting dressed?" Jeff whined.
Amy smiled. "It's your own fault you were so slow."
"It's not my fault you requested I make my hair orange. Those things take time."
"Stop you're bitching," she muttered.
Jeff smiled. "I'm taking you to a high class resteraunt tonight. Baby, we are going for the pizza!"
She raised an eye brow. "Pizza? Pizza... Hold up! Remember, I choose the resteraunt."
"Fine, fine," Jeff sighed.
The light ahead of them was shining green. "Amy, you wanna hear a good joke?"
"Although I'm frightened of any joke you call good, lay it on me."
"Well it goes like-"
He stopped in the middle of his sentence. He saw it just in time to swerve, but not brake.
At the intersection, another car ran the red.
Jeff swerved so that he would take the whole blow on his side.
Amy screamed. Metal grated. Everything went black for Jeff Hardy.
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You're probably not on the edge of your seat, but at least pretend like you are so that I can be happy. I hope ya'll like this installment of my story. 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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Tazz: Welcome to Royal Rumble! Tonight, Taker vs Lesnar for the WWE championship, the Dudley Boys tag belts on the line against Chris Jericho and Goldberg.
King: I'm glad to be commentating with you tonight, Tazz, but if I could break in here. What is this complete change in Jericho over the past few months? He used to be a heel among heels, but then Trish steps in and he's a hero!
Tazz: That's a great question, King. Best of luck to Jericho and Goldberg tonight. We will also see the first ever match for the TLC Tag belts in a four way elimination title match. This will be one hell of a match.
King: And let's not forget the famous Royal Rumble. 30 superstars. 1 winner. One contender for their brands belt at Wrestlemania. Our first match tonight will be the long awaited TLC Tag match.
(all wretler's make entrances.)
King: I have never seen Jeff Hardy so pumped. He is ready.
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This is it, Jeff thought. Time for payback.
He began the match automatically going after A-Train. Eliminate the big man first and go from there. Shane got the same idea as they began the double team on the "Ape-Train". Lita, meanwhile took out Tajiri, with RVD occupying Matt and Shannon with his kicks.
A double suplex. Clothesline. An assisted powerbomb. A-Train was out of the fraction as Lita gave the twist of fate to Tajiri and pinned the Japanese Buzzsaw for the elimination of one team.
Jeff and Shane exchanged fives. Jeff didn't let go and came through with a clothesline. RVD came to the assistance of Shane, but was greeted by a vengeful Matt Hardy. Matt pulled out a ladder but was given a feint kick as he dropped it. RVD placed Matt on the ladder and gave him a rolling thunder. Shannon came through with a chair, knocking RVD out and pinning him for another elimination.
So it came down to the real rivalry. Jeff and Lita against Matt and Shannon. They all just looked at each other for a while. Shannon was the first to move, trying to attack Jeff.
Bad move. Lita flung the M-Fer over the ropes and followed with a chair. Jeff and Matt began exchanging blows.
Lita smacked Shannon with the chair, picked up the poor boy, and Lita-bombed him into the chair.
Jeff was busy going hand to hand with his brother.
"You're going to pay you stupid son of a bitch."
"Then I'm taking you to hell with me."
Matt gave Jeff a totally unexpected knee in the stomach. Gasping for air, Jeff lent over. He was soon to be met in the face by a steel chair, credits of Matt.
He was blacking out. Lita didn't seem to be doing to bad. Shannon always was a pussy. He saw Matt slide out and begin attacking her. The fury was building up, but no adrenaline. The best Jeff could do was roll out of the ring.
After nailing Amy with a devastating twist of fate, Matt grabbed a ladder. He set up the ladder and began to climb to get the belt.
He slipped.
While regaining his footing, another ladder was set up. Jeff Hardy climbed that ladder with a chair.
"Jesus Christ, help me in this more than stupid manuver, for I am an idiot in love."
After this short prayer, Jeff jumped off of his ladder. While in the air by Matt, he swung the chair, nailing Matt, causing the older Hardy and the ladder to tumble. Matt went out of the ring.
Jeff was out of it. Amy slid in the ring to check on him. She saw Shannon trying to sneak a chair and himself into the ring. Lita quickly attacked and nailed Shannon with a twist of fate and a moonsault.
She moved Jeff's ladder to under the belts and climbed. The crowd was on their feet and cheering.
She unhooked the belts.
As her music blurted out, the ring announcer said, "The winners and first ever WWE TLC Tag Team Champions, Lita and Jeff Hardy!"
The ref raised her hand and a weary Jeff's hand.
Amy caught Jeff. "Are you alright?"
Jeff blinked at her, looking pretty dizzy. "I guess I could get used to all three Amy's."
Amy laughed. "Let's get backstage."
The crowd continued to cheer as they went backstage.
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Tazz: What a great match! I have never seen any of those competitors give more heart in any match!
King: That's right, Tazz. Next, we'll see Taker vs. Lesnar for the WWE Championship.
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Jeff collapsed into the couch in the dressing room.
"Are you as dizzy as I am?" he asked Amy.
She smiled. "Probably not. But I didn't do any dumb shit out there."
He closed his eyes. "That's the point in TLC. Crazy match. Crazy shit. Get used to it. Cause we're champs."
He held up his belt.
Amy thought. "You know what. We should go celebrate. The two of us. Go to dinner or something. Or dancing!"
Jeff's eyes shot open. "Hell no! Bar. Resteraunt. Bowling alley. But I draw the fucking line at dancing."
She raised one eyebrow. "And why not?"
He rolled his eyes. "Because I don't dance. And either way, I don't think I could manage it in my condition. How about food? Food was a brilliant idea. I like food. It doesn't require much talent and I'm good at eating."
"Fine, fine. I get the point," Amy said, smiling. "Then we go out to eat. But I choose the resteraunt, since you're a whiny shit."
He closed his eyes and sighed in relief. "Yes, but I'm your whiny shit."
"Just get dressed. Meet me outside the women's locker room."
"Why do I have to go to your locker room?"
She threw something at him. He opened his eyes to see her shirt on his chest. She was smiling in the doorway in a black bra.
"Cause you might have to come in and give that back."
She winked and left.
Jeff just smiled and proceeded to take a shower.
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They were in Jeff's car.
"You couldn't have gone just a little slower getting dressed?" Jeff whined.
Amy smiled. "It's your own fault you were so slow."
"It's not my fault you requested I make my hair orange. Those things take time."
"Stop you're bitching," she muttered.
Jeff smiled. "I'm taking you to a high class resteraunt tonight. Baby, we are going for the pizza!"
She raised an eye brow. "Pizza? Pizza... Hold up! Remember, I choose the resteraunt."
"Fine, fine," Jeff sighed.
The light ahead of them was shining green. "Amy, you wanna hear a good joke?"
"Although I'm frightened of any joke you call good, lay it on me."
"Well it goes like-"
He stopped in the middle of his sentence. He saw it just in time to swerve, but not brake.
At the intersection, another car ran the red.
Jeff swerved so that he would take the whole blow on his side.
Amy screamed. Metal grated. Everything went black for Jeff Hardy.
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You're probably not on the edge of your seat, but at least pretend like you are so that I can be happy. I hope ya'll like this installment of my story. Until we meet again, I must say adios!