I'm popping out these babies like a woman who doesn't realize her birth control pills got switched with ibuprofen.. Sorry, but I can't resist posting chapters so frequently. I know it must be annoying, but I'm sorry, I can't help it. I've got this story running in my head and all these ideas and I know this thing is gonna end up being WAY longer than I'd originally planned. Anyway, thanks for reviewing, I don't really have anything specific to address here. Oh, I must say, not everyone who was in ECW and went to WWE will be featured. Sorry, but that would just make it too complicated and all the ends of the plot would be going haywire. However, I am trying to feature some of the favorites. Anyway, here's your next chapter!
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Lita's hair streamed behind her as she paced the waiting room. The high heels she'd worn to go dancing in had long been abandoned and her bare feet made no sound on the tile. She was finding her short little dress annoying as well, but she couldn't very well take that off. The guys could ignore her lack of shoes.
Bubba and D-von were sitting on one of the couches, and everyone else had just sort of crashed down wherever. D-von was still crying silently, while Bubba just seemed numb. After a long hour, the doctor finally walked out.
She was immediately surrounded by nine wrestlers. "Please, PLEASE!" she begged. "Just give me a moment and I'll give you a detailed account of how he is."
The pack reluctantly backed off. "Thank you," Dr. Carlin said, a little shaken. "Now, Spike is in stable condition. Once we had him cleaned up, we realized his injuries were nowhere near as bad as they appeared. He had several lacerations around his scalp and upper arms, areas that bleed heavily, but none of the cuts were very deep. Whoever did this obviously knew what they were doing and knew how to make him appear a lot worse off."
"However, he does have some head trauma, and a minor concussion, but the bruises will begin to fade in a few days and he'll have no permanent damage. Anyway," she smiled a little wryly. "He's been sure to inform me several times that he's dealt with worse injuries in the past and that he's fine and can go back to work immediately."
"He's talking?"
"Can we see him?"
"When can he come home?"
"People!" Dr. Carlin interrupted. "I'm sorry, but it's after visiting hours, and we can only let in close relatives."
Lita pushed forward. "These are his brothers," she said, and Dr. Carlin sent an odd look at D-von. "Half-brothers," she corrected. "So we should be allowed in."
"We?" Dr. Carlin looked at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear your relation to the patient."
"I'm his girlfriend," Lita lied, ignoring Stevie's giggle and missing the twinges of jealousy that flashed across some of the other guys' faces.
"Fine," the doctor sighed. "I'll allow it. But you all have 10 minutes."
The trio quickly scurried past her into the room.
Bubba's lack of emotion disappeared as soon as he saw his little brother, and he immediately broke down into tears. D-von was crying harder than ever.
"I'm sorry for all those times we put you through a table..."
"Or called you a runt..."
"Or half-pint..."
"Or 3D-d you into a car..."
"Or..."
"Okay, okay, please stop apologizing!" Spike begged. "I was actually happy to see you before you brought all that up."
He caught sight of Lita standing behind his brothers. "Hey Li, how's it going?"
"How's it going?" she stormed over to him. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!" Noticing Dr. Carlin watching through the door, she leaned down in Spike's ear and whispered, "Oh, I lied and said I was your girlfriend so that I could come visit you, so..." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Don't you dare think anything of it."
Spike grinned cockily. "Maybe I should write Triple H and his buddies a thank-you letter for beating the crap out of me."
"So it was them, huh?" Lita asked softly.
"Yeah, well, I guess I should have seen it coming," Spike shrugged.
"Why?"
"Eh, I kinda flipped Triple H off when he was doing his stalker-thing with you. I guess he took it a lot more seriously than I expected."
"Spike..." she rolled her eyes. "I don't think you're taking any of this seriously enough. Evolution's made it obvious that they're furious Tommy's getting a shot at the title, and they'll do anything to get back at ECW. I don't want anyone walking around by themselves anymore or taking any unnecessary chances, but especially you. You're already injured, and we need you as part of the team. So no more dumb risks, okay?"
Dr. Carlin opened the door. "Time's up."
Bubba and D-von hugged their littlest brother by, drying their eyes. Lita leaned down and kissed her forehead. "'Night, Killer."
"Later babe," he winked at her.
She returned the wink and left the room, running straight into Bubba and D-von who were waiting for her outside the door.
"What was that all about?"
"I had to lie and say I was Killer's girlfriend, big deal."
"No, what was that about, 'Evolution's made it obvious,'? Has something already happened that you didn't tell us about?"
"Someone been threatening you, Li?" Bubba added.
"Look, it's been nothing serious until now. All mind games. I didn't want to tell y'all and get you unfocused and upset; that's exactly what Triple H wants. Besides, I thought they were just targetting me."
"Just targetting you? You make it sound like it's not a big deal!" D-von exclaimed. "If someone messes with you, he gets all of us. We're in this together, or does that somehow not apply to you since you're the leader?"
"Besides, I think he is really targetting you," Bubba added. "Spike was on top of your car, and everyone knows how protective you feel over him. He was the first one to join you in the first place. So yeah, Li, I think you're the one Evolution's after. And if that's the case, you can't fight them on your own."
"Any beast can be killed if you cut off its head or cut out its heart..." Lita thought. "That's what Orton meant," she whispered. "He meant me. That's how they plan to do it, by taking out me."
"What Orton meant? Lita, what aren't you telling us?" Lita jumped, not realizing she'd been overheard.
"Look guys, it's nothing. It doesn't matter now. If we stick together we'll be fine. Y'all just focus on each other and Spike right now. I'll get everyone else partnered up so that we never have anyone alone."
The brothers exchanged looks, but didn't press the matter further. "Fine. But we expect to be filled in on what's happening once Spike is better," Bubba said before they left.
Lita looked to see RVD leaning against the wall a little ways down, having apparently listened to the whole thing. The irritation was apparent in her voice. "What?"
"You really need to tell everyone what's happened."
"You really need to not try and tell me what to do. I'm a grown woman; I can take care of myself."
"Like Spike thought he could take care of himself tonight?" Lita's lower lip trembled, and she looked away.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean it like that...It's not your fault..." He reached out for her shoulder, and she jerked away.
"Don't touch me," she whispered bitterly, and turned on her heel and fled.
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Aww...poor Rob. Things will get better eventually, I promise. Until then...review?
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Lita's hair streamed behind her as she paced the waiting room. The high heels she'd worn to go dancing in had long been abandoned and her bare feet made no sound on the tile. She was finding her short little dress annoying as well, but she couldn't very well take that off. The guys could ignore her lack of shoes.
Bubba and D-von were sitting on one of the couches, and everyone else had just sort of crashed down wherever. D-von was still crying silently, while Bubba just seemed numb. After a long hour, the doctor finally walked out.
She was immediately surrounded by nine wrestlers. "Please, PLEASE!" she begged. "Just give me a moment and I'll give you a detailed account of how he is."
The pack reluctantly backed off. "Thank you," Dr. Carlin said, a little shaken. "Now, Spike is in stable condition. Once we had him cleaned up, we realized his injuries were nowhere near as bad as they appeared. He had several lacerations around his scalp and upper arms, areas that bleed heavily, but none of the cuts were very deep. Whoever did this obviously knew what they were doing and knew how to make him appear a lot worse off."
"However, he does have some head trauma, and a minor concussion, but the bruises will begin to fade in a few days and he'll have no permanent damage. Anyway," she smiled a little wryly. "He's been sure to inform me several times that he's dealt with worse injuries in the past and that he's fine and can go back to work immediately."
"He's talking?"
"Can we see him?"
"When can he come home?"
"People!" Dr. Carlin interrupted. "I'm sorry, but it's after visiting hours, and we can only let in close relatives."
Lita pushed forward. "These are his brothers," she said, and Dr. Carlin sent an odd look at D-von. "Half-brothers," she corrected. "So we should be allowed in."
"We?" Dr. Carlin looked at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear your relation to the patient."
"I'm his girlfriend," Lita lied, ignoring Stevie's giggle and missing the twinges of jealousy that flashed across some of the other guys' faces.
"Fine," the doctor sighed. "I'll allow it. But you all have 10 minutes."
The trio quickly scurried past her into the room.
Bubba's lack of emotion disappeared as soon as he saw his little brother, and he immediately broke down into tears. D-von was crying harder than ever.
"I'm sorry for all those times we put you through a table..."
"Or called you a runt..."
"Or half-pint..."
"Or 3D-d you into a car..."
"Or..."
"Okay, okay, please stop apologizing!" Spike begged. "I was actually happy to see you before you brought all that up."
He caught sight of Lita standing behind his brothers. "Hey Li, how's it going?"
"How's it going?" she stormed over to him. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!" Noticing Dr. Carlin watching through the door, she leaned down in Spike's ear and whispered, "Oh, I lied and said I was your girlfriend so that I could come visit you, so..." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Don't you dare think anything of it."
Spike grinned cockily. "Maybe I should write Triple H and his buddies a thank-you letter for beating the crap out of me."
"So it was them, huh?" Lita asked softly.
"Yeah, well, I guess I should have seen it coming," Spike shrugged.
"Why?"
"Eh, I kinda flipped Triple H off when he was doing his stalker-thing with you. I guess he took it a lot more seriously than I expected."
"Spike..." she rolled her eyes. "I don't think you're taking any of this seriously enough. Evolution's made it obvious that they're furious Tommy's getting a shot at the title, and they'll do anything to get back at ECW. I don't want anyone walking around by themselves anymore or taking any unnecessary chances, but especially you. You're already injured, and we need you as part of the team. So no more dumb risks, okay?"
Dr. Carlin opened the door. "Time's up."
Bubba and D-von hugged their littlest brother by, drying their eyes. Lita leaned down and kissed her forehead. "'Night, Killer."
"Later babe," he winked at her.
She returned the wink and left the room, running straight into Bubba and D-von who were waiting for her outside the door.
"What was that all about?"
"I had to lie and say I was Killer's girlfriend, big deal."
"No, what was that about, 'Evolution's made it obvious,'? Has something already happened that you didn't tell us about?"
"Someone been threatening you, Li?" Bubba added.
"Look, it's been nothing serious until now. All mind games. I didn't want to tell y'all and get you unfocused and upset; that's exactly what Triple H wants. Besides, I thought they were just targetting me."
"Just targetting you? You make it sound like it's not a big deal!" D-von exclaimed. "If someone messes with you, he gets all of us. We're in this together, or does that somehow not apply to you since you're the leader?"
"Besides, I think he is really targetting you," Bubba added. "Spike was on top of your car, and everyone knows how protective you feel over him. He was the first one to join you in the first place. So yeah, Li, I think you're the one Evolution's after. And if that's the case, you can't fight them on your own."
"Any beast can be killed if you cut off its head or cut out its heart..." Lita thought. "That's what Orton meant," she whispered. "He meant me. That's how they plan to do it, by taking out me."
"What Orton meant? Lita, what aren't you telling us?" Lita jumped, not realizing she'd been overheard.
"Look guys, it's nothing. It doesn't matter now. If we stick together we'll be fine. Y'all just focus on each other and Spike right now. I'll get everyone else partnered up so that we never have anyone alone."
The brothers exchanged looks, but didn't press the matter further. "Fine. But we expect to be filled in on what's happening once Spike is better," Bubba said before they left.
Lita looked to see RVD leaning against the wall a little ways down, having apparently listened to the whole thing. The irritation was apparent in her voice. "What?"
"You really need to tell everyone what's happened."
"You really need to not try and tell me what to do. I'm a grown woman; I can take care of myself."
"Like Spike thought he could take care of himself tonight?" Lita's lower lip trembled, and she looked away.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean it like that...It's not your fault..." He reached out for her shoulder, and she jerked away.
"Don't touch me," she whispered bitterly, and turned on her heel and fled.
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Aww...poor Rob. Things will get better eventually, I promise. Until then...review?