First off, I'm so sorry for taking so long with this. It's been freakin' crazy around here lately; college apparently takes a lot more time than I realized. And though I should be doing my Spanish homework right now, I'm updating because I feel so bloody guilty about abandoning y'all. (Especially when my inbox is full of such flattering reviews...You guys just don't know how you make my day.) So, on a different note, what's the freakin' deal with Jericho and Christian as of late? Personally, I've always kinda liked Y2J (he uses "sanctimonious" in promos...rock on), but I don't trust Christian as far as I can dropkick him. Especially with MY Lita. (Who I'll be seeing live in a week...woohoo!) Anyways, more story time!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rob had dove through the ropes and was flying up the ramp before the match had even hit the floor. Just before the fire severed the monitor connection, he could hear Lita screaming. "This is not happening," his mind begged. "Not for me; please not this because of me."
He ran blindly through the halls backstage, searching desperately for the stairway that would lead to the boiler room. Where was it? It wasn't like he'd needed to take notice before. He let out a frustrated bellow as he turned a corner and still found nothing. Raven and Stevie ran up to him.
"We've got to find her!" he screamed, trying to push past them to continue searching.
"No, it's this way!" Raven pulled him in the opposite direction. "Just down this long hall and to the right."
"How do you know?" Rob asked as they ran.
"I always did my promos in the basements, remember?"
Rob nodded as he streaked past the other two men and wrenched the door to the basement stairs open. He'd taken one step in when a metal pipe cracked against the back of his skull. He tumbled down the long stairway to land in a heap at Lita's feet. She lifted her head, and their eyes locked. "Rob," she mouthed, and struggled weakly against the handcuffs. The flames that surrounded them heated the metal and scorched her wrists. She could smell a few stray pieces of her hair burning when the flame came in contact with them. "Was it worth it not to betray Rob?" a small, cynical part of her mind wondered. "Yes," the other part responded loudly. "And I'd do it all over again, even if I knew this would come of it."
Kane slammed the door shut behind him and locked it, leaving them once again in flamelight and shadow. Raven and Stevie slammed into it, and pounded futilely. Their angry, helpless shouts could be heard through the thick steel.
Kane walked slowly and deliberately down the steps, tapping the pipe in his hand. Through the flickering light and her own smoke-dimmed vision, Lita could see the end of it stained with a dark substance, and knew it to be Rob's blood. "Look out," she coughed faintly, desperately. "Rob, look out." The smoke overcame her and she passed out.
Rob struggled weakly to his knees and turned to face his tormentor. When Kane came down with the pipe, it was so fast, Rob could hardly see him through the haze. The blow caught his lower back, and he collapsed to his stomach again. It all hurt so much; his back, his head, the heat. He wanted to lie down, let the smoke and the flames and Kane's superior strength overtake him, give up, give in, do anything to end this seemingly endless struggle.
"It's over," he thought tiredly. "You win. Just leave me alone or let me die."
He opened his eyes where his face lay on the concrete, still cold despite the fire atop of it. He opened his eyes, and saw Lita. And nothing else mattered.
Kane went to strike him again, but this time he was quicker. He felled him with a leg sweep and had the pipe in his own hands before Kane even knew what was going on. He hit him, again and again, blow after blow, only four or five, but it felt like a lifelong battle. When he was sure Kane wouldn't be getting up anytime soon, he turned to Lita.
She was slumped against the pipes she was handcuffed to, the hot metal burning through her clothes and searing her skin. He tried to yank at the handcuffs, but could barely even touch them for the heat.
"Think, think..." His brain wouldn't seem to work, the image of Lita dying before his eyes with nothing he could do overrode all logical thought, but then it struck him. Heat. Heat made metal malleable.
He picked up the pipe, and carefully aiming, struck against the links of chain between the handcuffs. They broke apart easily. He gathered Lita up into his arms and mounted the stairs as quickly as he could. Fumbling with the lock, he threw the door open and finally collapsed outside into the light and coolness of the hallway.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So, yeah, I guess I'm a little weird. Anyway, I really enjoy writing this for whatever reason. But even more, I enjoy hearing what you all think about it. So if you'd just leave a review, even a little bitty one, I'd greatly appreciate it. Thanks bunches.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rob had dove through the ropes and was flying up the ramp before the match had even hit the floor. Just before the fire severed the monitor connection, he could hear Lita screaming. "This is not happening," his mind begged. "Not for me; please not this because of me."
He ran blindly through the halls backstage, searching desperately for the stairway that would lead to the boiler room. Where was it? It wasn't like he'd needed to take notice before. He let out a frustrated bellow as he turned a corner and still found nothing. Raven and Stevie ran up to him.
"We've got to find her!" he screamed, trying to push past them to continue searching.
"No, it's this way!" Raven pulled him in the opposite direction. "Just down this long hall and to the right."
"How do you know?" Rob asked as they ran.
"I always did my promos in the basements, remember?"
Rob nodded as he streaked past the other two men and wrenched the door to the basement stairs open. He'd taken one step in when a metal pipe cracked against the back of his skull. He tumbled down the long stairway to land in a heap at Lita's feet. She lifted her head, and their eyes locked. "Rob," she mouthed, and struggled weakly against the handcuffs. The flames that surrounded them heated the metal and scorched her wrists. She could smell a few stray pieces of her hair burning when the flame came in contact with them. "Was it worth it not to betray Rob?" a small, cynical part of her mind wondered. "Yes," the other part responded loudly. "And I'd do it all over again, even if I knew this would come of it."
Kane slammed the door shut behind him and locked it, leaving them once again in flamelight and shadow. Raven and Stevie slammed into it, and pounded futilely. Their angry, helpless shouts could be heard through the thick steel.
Kane walked slowly and deliberately down the steps, tapping the pipe in his hand. Through the flickering light and her own smoke-dimmed vision, Lita could see the end of it stained with a dark substance, and knew it to be Rob's blood. "Look out," she coughed faintly, desperately. "Rob, look out." The smoke overcame her and she passed out.
Rob struggled weakly to his knees and turned to face his tormentor. When Kane came down with the pipe, it was so fast, Rob could hardly see him through the haze. The blow caught his lower back, and he collapsed to his stomach again. It all hurt so much; his back, his head, the heat. He wanted to lie down, let the smoke and the flames and Kane's superior strength overtake him, give up, give in, do anything to end this seemingly endless struggle.
"It's over," he thought tiredly. "You win. Just leave me alone or let me die."
He opened his eyes where his face lay on the concrete, still cold despite the fire atop of it. He opened his eyes, and saw Lita. And nothing else mattered.
Kane went to strike him again, but this time he was quicker. He felled him with a leg sweep and had the pipe in his own hands before Kane even knew what was going on. He hit him, again and again, blow after blow, only four or five, but it felt like a lifelong battle. When he was sure Kane wouldn't be getting up anytime soon, he turned to Lita.
She was slumped against the pipes she was handcuffed to, the hot metal burning through her clothes and searing her skin. He tried to yank at the handcuffs, but could barely even touch them for the heat.
"Think, think..." His brain wouldn't seem to work, the image of Lita dying before his eyes with nothing he could do overrode all logical thought, but then it struck him. Heat. Heat made metal malleable.
He picked up the pipe, and carefully aiming, struck against the links of chain between the handcuffs. They broke apart easily. He gathered Lita up into his arms and mounted the stairs as quickly as he could. Fumbling with the lock, he threw the door open and finally collapsed outside into the light and coolness of the hallway.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So, yeah, I guess I'm a little weird. Anyway, I really enjoy writing this for whatever reason. But even more, I enjoy hearing what you all think about it. So if you'd just leave a review, even a little bitty one, I'd greatly appreciate it. Thanks bunches.