Woohoo! I got a review, and from another Dreamer/Raven fan! Freakin' awesome! Anyway, serious thanks to Tundra for the awesome ECW love. Now, on with the story!
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A white-boy challenge. Was that even written down as a real match? Tommy thought about it, and realized he really didn't care. Either way, he'd just lost to Mark Henry (thanks to a bit of unfair distraction from Rodney Mack of course, but a loss was a loss either way). He lay on the mat, semi-conscious, dreaming of the days when Alice in Chains's "Man In A Box" would drive the fans insane. He'd be lucky if half the fans in this arena even knew who he was.
Not unlike the week before, the sounds of Boy Hits Car had suddenly filled the arena. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face down into the mat. What did he care about this spontaneous roar from the fans? He knew it wasn't for him.
He felt a nudge in his side. He opened his eyes to see that the culprit was a black combat boot. His vision trailed up the leg until he reached a pretty, if someone perturbed-looking, face surrounded by flaming red hair. Spike stood almost like an honor guard a little bit behind her and to the side.
"Get up," Lita said, nudging him again. "Killer, here and I have an offer for you."
"What's in it for me?" It was hard to sound tough with the spotlight blinding him and doing dual damage by simultaneously shining around Lita and making her look like some type of warring angel. She made a disgusted face at his pathetically insolent comment. She got down in his face.
"How about never having to lie there listening to the referee's hand slap down three times while your washed-up ass gets pinned?" she whispered fiercely. She shook her head in disappointment while she continued to look at him. "I really admired you once. You were the Innovator of Violence, you were the man who got things done. The name Tommy Dreamer once meant something. All it means now is 'jobber'."
Tommy sat up. "You made your point. What do you want me to do?"
Lita smiled. "Nothing too difficult. Just trust me."
Tommy suspected that might be a lot harder than she was making it sound.
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Okay, I know these first few chapters have been kind of short, but I was just trying to get the set-up for the story. Trust me, the following chapters will get a lot more into the action and basic plot of the story. It's gonna start getting good, I swear it!
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A white-boy challenge. Was that even written down as a real match? Tommy thought about it, and realized he really didn't care. Either way, he'd just lost to Mark Henry (thanks to a bit of unfair distraction from Rodney Mack of course, but a loss was a loss either way). He lay on the mat, semi-conscious, dreaming of the days when Alice in Chains's "Man In A Box" would drive the fans insane. He'd be lucky if half the fans in this arena even knew who he was.
Not unlike the week before, the sounds of Boy Hits Car had suddenly filled the arena. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face down into the mat. What did he care about this spontaneous roar from the fans? He knew it wasn't for him.
He felt a nudge in his side. He opened his eyes to see that the culprit was a black combat boot. His vision trailed up the leg until he reached a pretty, if someone perturbed-looking, face surrounded by flaming red hair. Spike stood almost like an honor guard a little bit behind her and to the side.
"Get up," Lita said, nudging him again. "Killer, here and I have an offer for you."
"What's in it for me?" It was hard to sound tough with the spotlight blinding him and doing dual damage by simultaneously shining around Lita and making her look like some type of warring angel. She made a disgusted face at his pathetically insolent comment. She got down in his face.
"How about never having to lie there listening to the referee's hand slap down three times while your washed-up ass gets pinned?" she whispered fiercely. She shook her head in disappointment while she continued to look at him. "I really admired you once. You were the Innovator of Violence, you were the man who got things done. The name Tommy Dreamer once meant something. All it means now is 'jobber'."
Tommy sat up. "You made your point. What do you want me to do?"
Lita smiled. "Nothing too difficult. Just trust me."
Tommy suspected that might be a lot harder than she was making it sound.
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Okay, I know these first few chapters have been kind of short, but I was just trying to get the set-up for the story. Trust me, the following chapters will get a lot more into the action and basic plot of the story. It's gonna start getting good, I swear it!