So yeah, just to clarify, I didn't die. I did however have Christmas, school, 2 viruses (1 for me, 1 for my computer), that have kept me offline, to the point where I haven't even had the chance to read anything on ff.net, much less post something. But I'm back, and plan on returning to my same manic pace as before to make up for lost time. Hope y'all haven't forgotten me (or that I've forgotten how to do this). Here goes nothing.
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Lita knew just enough about other women to understand that vanity was one of their prevailing weaknesses, so before an argument could ensue, she arranged an automatic compromise in that they all four walked out at the same time to ECW's old opening theme music, barely audible above the roaring of the crowd. Lita smirked as she stared down the ramp at their four opponents: Victoria, who didn't trust any of her teammates; Molly, insecurity masked over with disgust; Gail, still wondering how the hell she got here; and Stacey, likely to run and hide under the ring at any moment.
The four ECW women looked at each other. Lita caught Beulah's eyes and nodded. They bolted.
Stacey's dive for the ropes didn't come fast enough. Lita caught her by the hair and proceeded to turn her into 71 inches of leggy lumps. Tears streamed down her face as she did, her hurt and anger at losing Rob to injury all coming out at once through two flying fists.
Stacey's tag team partners weren't fairing much better. Dawn Marie had hold of Gail Kim and was giving the newcomer a brutal initiation. Beulah was using her height advantage to lay into Molly. And Francine, the Queen of Extreme, was ripping apart the almost-as-crazy Victoria.
Referee Charles Robinson stood in the middle of it, weakly trying to bring order. After about 8 minutes of failed attempts, he signalled for the bell to be rung. It was obvious none of these women were going for a pinfall.
Lillian Garcia crept up to the ring, dodging fighting women rolling around the outside of it and took her place precariously in one corner, shielded by the ref, staring hesitantly at the violence in front of her.
"The referee has declared this match a No-Contest. But since this is a special stipulation match to determine what type of match will take place for the World Heavyweight Championship this Sunday, the decision goes to ECW."
At hearing their name, the four ladies stopped destroying their respective opponents to stand up and have their fists raised in victory. They were about to go back to the beatdowns when Evolution's music hit.
The normally talkative trio galloped down the ramp after the women, who in stunned surprise rolled out of the ring and dashed through the crowd to take a safer route back to the lockerroom.
Nine very proud men were awaiting them when they returned. Tommy scooped up Francine with a huge smile. "Babe, that was more than just violent - that was disturbing! It was beautiful!"
Raven dropped to one knee in front of Beulah. "As much as my black heart is capable of, I love you even more." Lance was beaming as Dawn Marie babbled so quickly that no one else could understand what she was saying.
Lita leaned against the door, watching it all with a sad, strange smile. Kane came over and stood beside her companionably. Stevie joined them, and Rey, and Justin, and the Dudleyz. They all stood their their in silence for a moment.
Kane glanced down at Lita.
"Ready to get out of here?"
"Absolutely."
Though they'd come out on top, Lita didn't feel much like celebrating. Out of a dutiful sense of loyalty she went out with them to a local nightclub, but she couldn't be forced to enjoy herself. The guys danced and cavorted while she lingered at the bar, taking longer and longer sips of her lime and vodka. Kane stayed by her side. "Like a 7 foot Doberman," she thought wryly, but the process of actually smiling required too much work in stretching her face, and all she could pull off was a grimace.
Kane slid the glass away from her. She made a half-hearted attempt to reach at it, found that too tiring, and lay her forehead down on the bar. "That's enough, isn't it?"
"Don't worry, I'll let you drive," she mumbled from down on the counter. "Besides, I'm a big girl. I know how much is enough."
"And how much is enough?" Kane philosophically twirled the glass with one thick finger.
"When I can't feel anything anymore, that'll be enough."
"I can tell you what you'll be feeling if you keep drinking these. You'll be feeling like sh*t in the morning."
"I don't have to wait for morning. I feel like sh*t right now."
Eyes low, Kane nodded. "I know you do. Come on, let's go."
He reached out for her arm. Lita tried to swat him away and slumped off the school, being caught just before hitting the floor. "Come on, Dragon Lady, time to go back to the room where you won't have so many people to make a fool out of yourself in front of."
"You can't make me," she protested poutily.
"That's where you're very wrong."
And so she was carried out like a small child, fighting and kicking, slung over his shoulder.
Lita's temper had improved once she was comfortable in the car, leaned far back in the seat, staring out the window at the night lights.
Kane was less comfortable, cramped behind the wheel of her little rental sedan.
"Kane?" Her voice was small and childish.
"Yeah?" He didn't sound remarkably patient.
"Why'd you call me 'Dragon Lady'?"
He smiled a little at that. "Just something I read in a book once. You fit the description."
She turned to face him, still lying back in the seat. "And what description is that?"
"Well, of course she looked like you. Fair skin, and the fire hair. But more than that, she was stubborn, had a vicious temper, and was mean as hell."
"Oh." In her intoxicated state, what would have otherwise been passed off as a friendly joke hurt her feelings a bit.
Kane picked up on her quietness. "Of course, everyone loved her anyway."
"Why? How could they love someone like that?"
He shrugged, not taking his eyes off the road. "They couldn't help it."
"Was she a witch?"
"In a sense. Anyway, she drew into her spell everyone she meant, intentionally or not."
Lita snorted. "She couldn't entrap everyone."
"She did," Kane argued. "Even her enemies became obsessed with her in their own rights. But the ones she really enchanted, the ones she actually tried with, they couldn't shake her from their thoughts. She became the only thing that mattered in the world."
"What happened to them?" Lita asked, but her tone was more polite interrogation this time, her voice sleepy.
"They went crazy with loving her. They couldn't sleep. They couldn't think of anything else. And every moment they go to see her, got to be close to her, it was like coming up from underwater, being able to breathe again. And if for one sacred moment they got to touch her, it was like being alive for the first time."
He finished his speech, blushing with embarrassment as he turned toward her. Lita lay asleep, a slight smile turning up the corner of her mouth. She looked impossibly young then, like a teenager again.
Kane drove the last couple of miles to the hotel, parked in the parking lot. Lita continue to sleep like an angel, albeit an angel that would make them all miserable with her vicious hangover in the morning.
Kane took those few precious moments by himself to lay his face in his hands and weep.
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So, I know this is kind of weird, but I have somewhere I'm going with it. I've actually had the next few chapters in my mind for a while, so I'm just gonna keep updating until I'm stuck, so be expecting a few chapters in a row.
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Lita knew just enough about other women to understand that vanity was one of their prevailing weaknesses, so before an argument could ensue, she arranged an automatic compromise in that they all four walked out at the same time to ECW's old opening theme music, barely audible above the roaring of the crowd. Lita smirked as she stared down the ramp at their four opponents: Victoria, who didn't trust any of her teammates; Molly, insecurity masked over with disgust; Gail, still wondering how the hell she got here; and Stacey, likely to run and hide under the ring at any moment.
The four ECW women looked at each other. Lita caught Beulah's eyes and nodded. They bolted.
Stacey's dive for the ropes didn't come fast enough. Lita caught her by the hair and proceeded to turn her into 71 inches of leggy lumps. Tears streamed down her face as she did, her hurt and anger at losing Rob to injury all coming out at once through two flying fists.
Stacey's tag team partners weren't fairing much better. Dawn Marie had hold of Gail Kim and was giving the newcomer a brutal initiation. Beulah was using her height advantage to lay into Molly. And Francine, the Queen of Extreme, was ripping apart the almost-as-crazy Victoria.
Referee Charles Robinson stood in the middle of it, weakly trying to bring order. After about 8 minutes of failed attempts, he signalled for the bell to be rung. It was obvious none of these women were going for a pinfall.
Lillian Garcia crept up to the ring, dodging fighting women rolling around the outside of it and took her place precariously in one corner, shielded by the ref, staring hesitantly at the violence in front of her.
"The referee has declared this match a No-Contest. But since this is a special stipulation match to determine what type of match will take place for the World Heavyweight Championship this Sunday, the decision goes to ECW."
At hearing their name, the four ladies stopped destroying their respective opponents to stand up and have their fists raised in victory. They were about to go back to the beatdowns when Evolution's music hit.
The normally talkative trio galloped down the ramp after the women, who in stunned surprise rolled out of the ring and dashed through the crowd to take a safer route back to the lockerroom.
Nine very proud men were awaiting them when they returned. Tommy scooped up Francine with a huge smile. "Babe, that was more than just violent - that was disturbing! It was beautiful!"
Raven dropped to one knee in front of Beulah. "As much as my black heart is capable of, I love you even more." Lance was beaming as Dawn Marie babbled so quickly that no one else could understand what she was saying.
Lita leaned against the door, watching it all with a sad, strange smile. Kane came over and stood beside her companionably. Stevie joined them, and Rey, and Justin, and the Dudleyz. They all stood their their in silence for a moment.
Kane glanced down at Lita.
"Ready to get out of here?"
"Absolutely."
Though they'd come out on top, Lita didn't feel much like celebrating. Out of a dutiful sense of loyalty she went out with them to a local nightclub, but she couldn't be forced to enjoy herself. The guys danced and cavorted while she lingered at the bar, taking longer and longer sips of her lime and vodka. Kane stayed by her side. "Like a 7 foot Doberman," she thought wryly, but the process of actually smiling required too much work in stretching her face, and all she could pull off was a grimace.
Kane slid the glass away from her. She made a half-hearted attempt to reach at it, found that too tiring, and lay her forehead down on the bar. "That's enough, isn't it?"
"Don't worry, I'll let you drive," she mumbled from down on the counter. "Besides, I'm a big girl. I know how much is enough."
"And how much is enough?" Kane philosophically twirled the glass with one thick finger.
"When I can't feel anything anymore, that'll be enough."
"I can tell you what you'll be feeling if you keep drinking these. You'll be feeling like sh*t in the morning."
"I don't have to wait for morning. I feel like sh*t right now."
Eyes low, Kane nodded. "I know you do. Come on, let's go."
He reached out for her arm. Lita tried to swat him away and slumped off the school, being caught just before hitting the floor. "Come on, Dragon Lady, time to go back to the room where you won't have so many people to make a fool out of yourself in front of."
"You can't make me," she protested poutily.
"That's where you're very wrong."
And so she was carried out like a small child, fighting and kicking, slung over his shoulder.
Lita's temper had improved once she was comfortable in the car, leaned far back in the seat, staring out the window at the night lights.
Kane was less comfortable, cramped behind the wheel of her little rental sedan.
"Kane?" Her voice was small and childish.
"Yeah?" He didn't sound remarkably patient.
"Why'd you call me 'Dragon Lady'?"
He smiled a little at that. "Just something I read in a book once. You fit the description."
She turned to face him, still lying back in the seat. "And what description is that?"
"Well, of course she looked like you. Fair skin, and the fire hair. But more than that, she was stubborn, had a vicious temper, and was mean as hell."
"Oh." In her intoxicated state, what would have otherwise been passed off as a friendly joke hurt her feelings a bit.
Kane picked up on her quietness. "Of course, everyone loved her anyway."
"Why? How could they love someone like that?"
He shrugged, not taking his eyes off the road. "They couldn't help it."
"Was she a witch?"
"In a sense. Anyway, she drew into her spell everyone she meant, intentionally or not."
Lita snorted. "She couldn't entrap everyone."
"She did," Kane argued. "Even her enemies became obsessed with her in their own rights. But the ones she really enchanted, the ones she actually tried with, they couldn't shake her from their thoughts. She became the only thing that mattered in the world."
"What happened to them?" Lita asked, but her tone was more polite interrogation this time, her voice sleepy.
"They went crazy with loving her. They couldn't sleep. They couldn't think of anything else. And every moment they go to see her, got to be close to her, it was like coming up from underwater, being able to breathe again. And if for one sacred moment they got to touch her, it was like being alive for the first time."
He finished his speech, blushing with embarrassment as he turned toward her. Lita lay asleep, a slight smile turning up the corner of her mouth. She looked impossibly young then, like a teenager again.
Kane drove the last couple of miles to the hotel, parked in the parking lot. Lita continue to sleep like an angel, albeit an angel that would make them all miserable with her vicious hangover in the morning.
Kane took those few precious moments by himself to lay his face in his hands and weep.
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So, I know this is kind of weird, but I have somewhere I'm going with it. I've actually had the next few chapters in my mind for a while, so I'm just gonna keep updating until I'm stuck, so be expecting a few chapters in a row.