Ugh, I'm gagging and choking 'cause my roommate sprays this nasty body spray type stuff all over herself every time she walks out the room and it gets everywhere. Ugh, anyway, I guess y'all aren't here for me to rant about my irritating skank-ho roommate, so I'll get down to business. First of all, does anyone know where I could find a good lawyer who is well-versed in plagiarism cases? 'Cause I think I've got a pretty solid case against the writers on RAW. I mean, come on, what happened with her and Matt last night? Unbelievable! (Though, I did think Christian using his favor for her was so precious. I love that guy now. And I loved that little cute dog Lita was carrying around in a bag, but I digress.) Oh, and what about Kane joining Evolution. What the-? :sigh: Vince McMahon, look out! I'm coming for my royalties! Oh, in other news, yeah, I know it's kinda trippy having Batista not be a total heel. But I remembered liking him back when he first joined the WWE because I read somewhere about him having a young daughter and, I don't know, I just got this mental image of him as this guy grudgingly working for a boss he can't stand just for the paycheck. He's just not a very convincing bad guy to me. Too quiet, I suppose. Plus I think he's kinda hot. Really nice body, great tattoos, and a face like a Roman aristocrat. But again, I digress. So, let's move on with the next chapter.
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The guys had rented a limo once they got to North Carolina just so that they could all be reunited with her at once. However, as happy as everyone was to see each other, there wasn't much celebration since Lita crashed from emotional exhaustion almost the second after everyone was loaded in the vehicle. It took them a couple of hours to ride to the Charlotte airport, where they would be taking their flight to Pontiac. Since it would be around 3:00 a.m. when they reached the airport, everyone slumbered along the way.
Rob woke up around quarter till 2 to see Lita still slumped against Raven's chest. For his part, Scott was wide awake, staring out the window and stroking her hair thoughtfully. "She's still out?" Rob whispered to him. He nodded slightly. "They broke her, didn't they?" Rob asked. Raven shook his head. "This one can't be broken. Bruised and torn maybe, but never broken. She's been through a lot in the past week or so. She's worn out. I hope she wakes up just enough to board the plane and then we can get her to a hotel in Michigan where she can rest some more."
"Yeah," Rob agreed quietly.
"You ever have pets when you were growing up?" Raven asked.
Rob was startled at the random question from the normally brooding and private wrestler.
"Yeah..."
"What kind?"
"I had cat that was my own."
"What was its name?"
"Rufus."
Raven snorted. "A cat named Rufus."
"Hey, come on, I was little, only 6 or 7. She was my first pet."
"She?" Raven covered his hand with one mouth and turned to the window, trying not to jostle Lita with his laughing. "Okay, sorry, but you have to admit..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Like I said, I was young."
"So...Rufus...was she an indoor or outdoor cat."
"She liked to stay outside, but we'd keep her inside sometimes in the winter...Look, where are you going with this?"
Raven looked across the dark backseat at Rob and asked quietly, "What would she do when you brought her inside?"
Rob opened his mouth, comprehension dawning. "She'd sleep."
"Why? Why would she sleep?" he prodded.
"Because she felt safe."
"Exactly." Scott rested his cheek down on the crown of Lita's head, and wrapped his free arm around her to join with the other. "She's safe with us. She knows it. That's why she rests now. So you have nothing to worry about. She knows we're taking care of her. Matt betrayed her, and she still feels the sting from that. But she still knows that we won't betray her. And so she sleeps."
Rob nodded, understanding. Raven surveyed him carefully.
"You get some sleep too, Rob. Then when she wakes up, you can be awake and ready for her."
"What about you?" Raven smiled ruefully.
"I never sleep, not really. So I'm used to this."
"Fair enough." Taking one last look at Lita, assuring himself that she was okay, Rob closed his eyes and leaned his head back, trying to catch another hour's worth of rest before Charlotte.
It was painfully late, or rather, early, when the limo arrived at its destination. No one could hardly make himself move; Justin appeared to almost be sleepwalking. Raven, who had remained eerily alert the entire time, turned and nudged Lita lightly.
"Okay, princess, we're here."
She opened her eyes, looking around surprised at everything. "We already here?" she mumbled, rising unsteadily to her feet. Rob was immediately there to support her.
She looked up at him, and a brilliant smile broke out across her face. Biting her lower lip, she hesitated for only a moment before flinging her arms around his neck. He squeezed her close and hugged her back, picking her up off her feet in the process. Even after he'd set her back down, neither seemed to want to let go.
"You saved me," she whispered, snuggling tightly against him. She looked up, grinning. "Mi heroe."
"Naw," he shook his head. "You saved yourself. You didn't need me."
"I don't need you just for a rescuer," she said seriously. Rob swallowed the lump in his throat. He tried to speak, say anything that would make sense, but at that moment Bubba, D-von, and Spike scooped up their newly regained leader. Spike was bouncing around like a puppy.
"We were going crazy without you."
"Crazier, maybe?" Lita teased. "Come on, what happened that y'all couldn't take care of yourselves?"
"Well," D-von cleared his throat. "Bischoff stripped you of your title."
Instead of exploding, Lita nodded rather calmly. "I thought he might try something like that."
"And Spike didn't get to have his championship match," Bubba added.
"Next week then, Killer," Lita reassured him. "More time to prepare."
"Right," Spike nodded, trying to be serious, but a huge smile broke out across his face, and he hugged her again. "I'm just so glad you're back with us and you're okay."
"Okay, okay, you're crushing my ribcage. Come on, we have a red-eye to catch. And we need to get Justin some coffee before he collapses."
They turned to watch Lance half-carry/half-drag Justin across the parking lot. "Yeah, that's pretty ugly," Spike agreed. "Let's get going."
ECW looked like a small army as the 12 of them strode across the blacktop towards the building. Of course, they'd look a lot more intimidating if random members didn't keep running over and hugging the leader. The only one who remained distant and quiet was Kane.
Lita looked back over her shoulder at him, inconspicuously checking on him. He was in his all-black street clothes, head down, hands shoved in his pockets. He neither spoke to nor looked at anyone. Lita looked to Rob for explanation, but he just shrugged, not meeting her eyes. "He knows something he doesn't want to tell me," she thought to herself.
She made a point to stop by Kane's room when they finally arrived at the hotel around 6:00 a.m. that morning. She knocked, timidly. "What?" Kane snarled, throwing open the door. He looked from right to left and saw no one. Lita cleared her throat. Kane looked down. "Oh."
"Hey," she muttered sleepily, leaning against the doorjamb. "I know you're probably ready to crash, we all are, but I was wondering if I could talk to you for just a bit."
Kane shrugged indifferently and stood back to let her in the room and shut the door behind her.
Lita had already changed into her pajama pants and tank top, so she sat on the foot of the bed with her bare feet tucked up underneath her. Kane situated himself awkwardly as far away from her as possible at the head of the bed. The silence stretched out a few seconds and became awkward.
"Are you okay?" he asked lowly.
She nodded, her finger tracing the horrible design of the hotel room bedspread.
"Good," he responded quietly.
"Did Rob get to you in time, warn you about Evolution's plan?"
"...Yeah."
"Good."
The silence descended again. Lita looked up to Kane's eyes desperately, her expression panicky. "Kane..." she looked down at the bed again. "...I'm sorry. I wish you could forgive me."
His voice was measured, careful. "Forgive you for what?"
"I know you think I abandoned you. But, it wasn't like that. I wasn't going to leave ECW. I just wanted to see Matt." Kane's breath let out in an angry hiss at the name. "I just couldn't understand why y'all were all so upset, but, I guess you guys were right. He couldn't be trusted." She laughed bitterly. "How stupid could I have been, y'know? I mean, I actually thought he cared about me." She turned her face away, wiping briskly at her eyes.
"Hey," Kane leaned forward. "I know exactly what you're going through. Believe me."
"I know," she nodded, still crying a little. "And I'm sorry that I made you think I would do the same thing to you that everyone else did. And I know that nothing I can say will make you believe me. I just have to keep proving it, by not going anywhere."
Kane cradled her face delicately, wiped her tears away with his thumb. "I believe you. You don't have to prove anything to me."
"Thank you," she whispered. "So," she wiped her eyes one final time and smiled up at him. "Still friends?"
Kane sighed and pulled her close, wrapping her up in a warm hug. "Better than nothing," he told himself.
"Yeah. Still friends."
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Man, I want a big, 7-foot monster to hug. I don't know why, but I just love Kane. And there should be more Kane-centered fan-fiction. Which will probably be my next project. That, or my wacky plan for a wrestling/Swing Kids crossover Mary Sue. What do you think? Will either idea fly (or will they remain grounded, like Rosie the S.H.I.T.)? Let me know what you think.
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The guys had rented a limo once they got to North Carolina just so that they could all be reunited with her at once. However, as happy as everyone was to see each other, there wasn't much celebration since Lita crashed from emotional exhaustion almost the second after everyone was loaded in the vehicle. It took them a couple of hours to ride to the Charlotte airport, where they would be taking their flight to Pontiac. Since it would be around 3:00 a.m. when they reached the airport, everyone slumbered along the way.
Rob woke up around quarter till 2 to see Lita still slumped against Raven's chest. For his part, Scott was wide awake, staring out the window and stroking her hair thoughtfully. "She's still out?" Rob whispered to him. He nodded slightly. "They broke her, didn't they?" Rob asked. Raven shook his head. "This one can't be broken. Bruised and torn maybe, but never broken. She's been through a lot in the past week or so. She's worn out. I hope she wakes up just enough to board the plane and then we can get her to a hotel in Michigan where she can rest some more."
"Yeah," Rob agreed quietly.
"You ever have pets when you were growing up?" Raven asked.
Rob was startled at the random question from the normally brooding and private wrestler.
"Yeah..."
"What kind?"
"I had cat that was my own."
"What was its name?"
"Rufus."
Raven snorted. "A cat named Rufus."
"Hey, come on, I was little, only 6 or 7. She was my first pet."
"She?" Raven covered his hand with one mouth and turned to the window, trying not to jostle Lita with his laughing. "Okay, sorry, but you have to admit..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Like I said, I was young."
"So...Rufus...was she an indoor or outdoor cat."
"She liked to stay outside, but we'd keep her inside sometimes in the winter...Look, where are you going with this?"
Raven looked across the dark backseat at Rob and asked quietly, "What would she do when you brought her inside?"
Rob opened his mouth, comprehension dawning. "She'd sleep."
"Why? Why would she sleep?" he prodded.
"Because she felt safe."
"Exactly." Scott rested his cheek down on the crown of Lita's head, and wrapped his free arm around her to join with the other. "She's safe with us. She knows it. That's why she rests now. So you have nothing to worry about. She knows we're taking care of her. Matt betrayed her, and she still feels the sting from that. But she still knows that we won't betray her. And so she sleeps."
Rob nodded, understanding. Raven surveyed him carefully.
"You get some sleep too, Rob. Then when she wakes up, you can be awake and ready for her."
"What about you?" Raven smiled ruefully.
"I never sleep, not really. So I'm used to this."
"Fair enough." Taking one last look at Lita, assuring himself that she was okay, Rob closed his eyes and leaned his head back, trying to catch another hour's worth of rest before Charlotte.
It was painfully late, or rather, early, when the limo arrived at its destination. No one could hardly make himself move; Justin appeared to almost be sleepwalking. Raven, who had remained eerily alert the entire time, turned and nudged Lita lightly.
"Okay, princess, we're here."
She opened her eyes, looking around surprised at everything. "We already here?" she mumbled, rising unsteadily to her feet. Rob was immediately there to support her.
She looked up at him, and a brilliant smile broke out across her face. Biting her lower lip, she hesitated for only a moment before flinging her arms around his neck. He squeezed her close and hugged her back, picking her up off her feet in the process. Even after he'd set her back down, neither seemed to want to let go.
"You saved me," she whispered, snuggling tightly against him. She looked up, grinning. "Mi heroe."
"Naw," he shook his head. "You saved yourself. You didn't need me."
"I don't need you just for a rescuer," she said seriously. Rob swallowed the lump in his throat. He tried to speak, say anything that would make sense, but at that moment Bubba, D-von, and Spike scooped up their newly regained leader. Spike was bouncing around like a puppy.
"We were going crazy without you."
"Crazier, maybe?" Lita teased. "Come on, what happened that y'all couldn't take care of yourselves?"
"Well," D-von cleared his throat. "Bischoff stripped you of your title."
Instead of exploding, Lita nodded rather calmly. "I thought he might try something like that."
"And Spike didn't get to have his championship match," Bubba added.
"Next week then, Killer," Lita reassured him. "More time to prepare."
"Right," Spike nodded, trying to be serious, but a huge smile broke out across his face, and he hugged her again. "I'm just so glad you're back with us and you're okay."
"Okay, okay, you're crushing my ribcage. Come on, we have a red-eye to catch. And we need to get Justin some coffee before he collapses."
They turned to watch Lance half-carry/half-drag Justin across the parking lot. "Yeah, that's pretty ugly," Spike agreed. "Let's get going."
ECW looked like a small army as the 12 of them strode across the blacktop towards the building. Of course, they'd look a lot more intimidating if random members didn't keep running over and hugging the leader. The only one who remained distant and quiet was Kane.
Lita looked back over her shoulder at him, inconspicuously checking on him. He was in his all-black street clothes, head down, hands shoved in his pockets. He neither spoke to nor looked at anyone. Lita looked to Rob for explanation, but he just shrugged, not meeting her eyes. "He knows something he doesn't want to tell me," she thought to herself.
She made a point to stop by Kane's room when they finally arrived at the hotel around 6:00 a.m. that morning. She knocked, timidly. "What?" Kane snarled, throwing open the door. He looked from right to left and saw no one. Lita cleared her throat. Kane looked down. "Oh."
"Hey," she muttered sleepily, leaning against the doorjamb. "I know you're probably ready to crash, we all are, but I was wondering if I could talk to you for just a bit."
Kane shrugged indifferently and stood back to let her in the room and shut the door behind her.
Lita had already changed into her pajama pants and tank top, so she sat on the foot of the bed with her bare feet tucked up underneath her. Kane situated himself awkwardly as far away from her as possible at the head of the bed. The silence stretched out a few seconds and became awkward.
"Are you okay?" he asked lowly.
She nodded, her finger tracing the horrible design of the hotel room bedspread.
"Good," he responded quietly.
"Did Rob get to you in time, warn you about Evolution's plan?"
"...Yeah."
"Good."
The silence descended again. Lita looked up to Kane's eyes desperately, her expression panicky. "Kane..." she looked down at the bed again. "...I'm sorry. I wish you could forgive me."
His voice was measured, careful. "Forgive you for what?"
"I know you think I abandoned you. But, it wasn't like that. I wasn't going to leave ECW. I just wanted to see Matt." Kane's breath let out in an angry hiss at the name. "I just couldn't understand why y'all were all so upset, but, I guess you guys were right. He couldn't be trusted." She laughed bitterly. "How stupid could I have been, y'know? I mean, I actually thought he cared about me." She turned her face away, wiping briskly at her eyes.
"Hey," Kane leaned forward. "I know exactly what you're going through. Believe me."
"I know," she nodded, still crying a little. "And I'm sorry that I made you think I would do the same thing to you that everyone else did. And I know that nothing I can say will make you believe me. I just have to keep proving it, by not going anywhere."
Kane cradled her face delicately, wiped her tears away with his thumb. "I believe you. You don't have to prove anything to me."
"Thank you," she whispered. "So," she wiped her eyes one final time and smiled up at him. "Still friends?"
Kane sighed and pulled her close, wrapping her up in a warm hug. "Better than nothing," he told himself.
"Yeah. Still friends."
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Man, I want a big, 7-foot monster to hug. I don't know why, but I just love Kane. And there should be more Kane-centered fan-fiction. Which will probably be my next project. That, or my wacky plan for a wrestling/Swing Kids crossover Mary Sue. What do you think? Will either idea fly (or will they remain grounded, like Rosie the S.H.I.T.)? Let me know what you think.