Yes, I'm back again. Sorry I've been so sporadic. I had an 8:00 Adv. Spanish Grammar test this morning, immediately followed by a Microeconomics test, and a major paper due this afternoon in English. :sigh: I wish I could remember what sleep was like. Anyway, story time!
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Lita walked into the arena alone, gymbag slung over her shoulder. It was Sunday night, the moment they'd all been waiting for. Here and now, Spike would finally get to face Triple H one-on-one in a lumberjack match.
Lita frowned. Well, at least she hoped it'd be one-on-one. It depended on how well her guys did keeping the other members of Evolution out of the ring.
She shook her head, as if that physical expression could somehow clear her thoughts. No time to worry about that. The first thing she had to do was face the team and get this whole other mess settled before the actual pay-per-view started.
Taking a deep breath, Lita opened the door to the lockerroom. The Dudleys, Justin, Lance, and Dawn Marie were near the front, and their eyes went hard as diamonds as she walked in. Rey, Kane, Tommy, Francine, Raven, and Beulah were more towards the back, and they appeared far more sympathetic. Stevie was off to the side, ignoring them all as best as he could.
"We've got a f*cking World Heavyweight Title match to win tonight, so let's get this sh*t over with right now." The raw anger in her voice snapped them to attention. She continued as though she hadn't noticed.
"Nothing happened. I don't care if you believe it or not. For the record, Rob believes me, and this is between us, anyway. If you want to do the right and honorable thing, then just stay the hell out of it. If you're pissed or unhappy or whatever, leave. Simple as that. 'Cause right now I don't care."
No one moved an inch. Lita's shoulders slumped in visible relief. "Okay then," she said a little more quietly. "Spike, do you know who you want your three lumberjacks to be?"
"Bubba, D-von,...and Kane," he answered. Lita's mind relaxed a little. If that was his choice, then obviously things were a little more okay. Maybe Rob had called him and tried to explain. Maybe he just actually believed her. Who knew.
"Okay, that's probably good picks," she agreed. "They have us outnumbered for the most part, and since lumberjacks won't have much opportunity for any sort of aerial moves, it's best if we put our big guys in, too. The only wildcard left is that, with Batista gone, we have no idea who H's third teammate is gonna be. Not that it matters." She smiled slightly at Spike, silently asking, "Are we okay? Still friends?"
He smiled back. That was enough for her.
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There was no wildcard to worry about at all, apparently. Evolution, basically friendless, (or at least devoid of any friends loyal enough to face ECW for them), only had a lumberjack team consisting of Randy Orton and Ric Flair. Their third member was nowhere to be seen, though Lita remained at the gorilla position with a folding chair in hand, just in case.
From her vantage point at the top of the stage, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Neither could anyone else, for that matter.
Their guys had succeeded in beating the crap out of Evolution and keeping them away from the ring. Spike had just slipped away from an attempted pedigree to turn it into an Acid Drop. Triple H's shoulders were on the mat. Earl Hebner was counting. The crowd chanted along as his hand hit the mat...
"THREE!" Lita screamed, and rushed down to join her teammates as the bell rang and Spike slumped down to the mat in blissful exhaustion next to his adversary. The smile in Lillian Garcia's voice was apparent as she presented "your new World Heavyweight Champion".
Bubba was actually crying, D-von couldn't stop smiling, and though Kane was happy, he appeared just as surprised as everyone else there. Lita slid into the ring and helped Spike to his feet where he grabbed her in a fierce embrace.
"You really did it," she whispered in his ear, laughing through her tears. "Can you believe this is happening?"
Their dialogue was interrupted by a fierce metallic clang. D-von had just ducked in time to miss Brock Lesnar's chairshot.
Evolution was making their way to their feet. Lita was proud, but she was also smart. She knew her guys were outnumbered and exhausted. And now that they had the title, there was nothing more to remain here for.
"Go!" she shouted and pointed back towards the lockerroom, diving between the ropes herself. She'd made it half-way through when something caught her. She looked back to see Triple H holding her ankle, apparently having just wokened up and realized what happened, and really pissed about it. She used to free leg to kick him squarely in the teeth and fell the rest of the way to the floor outside the ring. Bubba fell on top of her.
She shifted painfully, trying to dislodge his weight, and looked up in one surreal moment to see Nathan Jones taking out D-von and seriously stunning Kane with two more fierce chairshots.
"This can't be happening..." she thought distantly, while a wiser, more cynical version of herself thought, "So this was the trick. The only flaw in their plan was Triple H actually losing the title."
Lita felt her wrists being clenched as she was dragged out from underneath her unconscious teammate. Evolution and their two new friends were the only ones standing as Brock Lesnar threw her back into the ring. She circled, searching desperately for a mode of escape. The five of them had her surrounded.
Kane reached up, caught Brock Lesnar from behind and pulled him backwards over the top rope by the neck. He fought past Orton into the ring and grabbed Lita's hand to pull her away. Nathan Jones caught him in the back from behind and he fell, still enveloping her hand in his. Triple H joined the fray and Kane went down face-first, unable to stand up to all of them at once.
Lita was knocked back out of the way and they taunted her as they continued to beat her friend, kicking him while he lay curled up on the mat, trying to protect his head with his arms and leaving the rest of him open to attack. Lita looked around her for something, anything. Jones's chair was lying concealed half-under the ring.
She took out Triple H from behind, knowing it would give her time to get Orton and Flair too, since they didn't seem capable of taking a piss without his order. She stood beside Kane's unmoving body with fierce protectiveness, brandishing the chair and daring Jones or Lesnar to come near her. They looked at each other mistrustfully, and backed away, retreating up the ramp slowly enough that they could pretend they weren't afraid.
Someone tapped her shoulder and Lita swung around, pausing in time to keep herself from clubbing Spike. He stared calmly into her eyes.
"Come on. Let's get him to the back and a medic."
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Lita walked into the arena alone, gymbag slung over her shoulder. It was Sunday night, the moment they'd all been waiting for. Here and now, Spike would finally get to face Triple H one-on-one in a lumberjack match.
Lita frowned. Well, at least she hoped it'd be one-on-one. It depended on how well her guys did keeping the other members of Evolution out of the ring.
She shook her head, as if that physical expression could somehow clear her thoughts. No time to worry about that. The first thing she had to do was face the team and get this whole other mess settled before the actual pay-per-view started.
Taking a deep breath, Lita opened the door to the lockerroom. The Dudleys, Justin, Lance, and Dawn Marie were near the front, and their eyes went hard as diamonds as she walked in. Rey, Kane, Tommy, Francine, Raven, and Beulah were more towards the back, and they appeared far more sympathetic. Stevie was off to the side, ignoring them all as best as he could.
"We've got a f*cking World Heavyweight Title match to win tonight, so let's get this sh*t over with right now." The raw anger in her voice snapped them to attention. She continued as though she hadn't noticed.
"Nothing happened. I don't care if you believe it or not. For the record, Rob believes me, and this is between us, anyway. If you want to do the right and honorable thing, then just stay the hell out of it. If you're pissed or unhappy or whatever, leave. Simple as that. 'Cause right now I don't care."
No one moved an inch. Lita's shoulders slumped in visible relief. "Okay then," she said a little more quietly. "Spike, do you know who you want your three lumberjacks to be?"
"Bubba, D-von,...and Kane," he answered. Lita's mind relaxed a little. If that was his choice, then obviously things were a little more okay. Maybe Rob had called him and tried to explain. Maybe he just actually believed her. Who knew.
"Okay, that's probably good picks," she agreed. "They have us outnumbered for the most part, and since lumberjacks won't have much opportunity for any sort of aerial moves, it's best if we put our big guys in, too. The only wildcard left is that, with Batista gone, we have no idea who H's third teammate is gonna be. Not that it matters." She smiled slightly at Spike, silently asking, "Are we okay? Still friends?"
He smiled back. That was enough for her.
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There was no wildcard to worry about at all, apparently. Evolution, basically friendless, (or at least devoid of any friends loyal enough to face ECW for them), only had a lumberjack team consisting of Randy Orton and Ric Flair. Their third member was nowhere to be seen, though Lita remained at the gorilla position with a folding chair in hand, just in case.
From her vantage point at the top of the stage, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Neither could anyone else, for that matter.
Their guys had succeeded in beating the crap out of Evolution and keeping them away from the ring. Spike had just slipped away from an attempted pedigree to turn it into an Acid Drop. Triple H's shoulders were on the mat. Earl Hebner was counting. The crowd chanted along as his hand hit the mat...
"THREE!" Lita screamed, and rushed down to join her teammates as the bell rang and Spike slumped down to the mat in blissful exhaustion next to his adversary. The smile in Lillian Garcia's voice was apparent as she presented "your new World Heavyweight Champion".
Bubba was actually crying, D-von couldn't stop smiling, and though Kane was happy, he appeared just as surprised as everyone else there. Lita slid into the ring and helped Spike to his feet where he grabbed her in a fierce embrace.
"You really did it," she whispered in his ear, laughing through her tears. "Can you believe this is happening?"
Their dialogue was interrupted by a fierce metallic clang. D-von had just ducked in time to miss Brock Lesnar's chairshot.
Evolution was making their way to their feet. Lita was proud, but she was also smart. She knew her guys were outnumbered and exhausted. And now that they had the title, there was nothing more to remain here for.
"Go!" she shouted and pointed back towards the lockerroom, diving between the ropes herself. She'd made it half-way through when something caught her. She looked back to see Triple H holding her ankle, apparently having just wokened up and realized what happened, and really pissed about it. She used to free leg to kick him squarely in the teeth and fell the rest of the way to the floor outside the ring. Bubba fell on top of her.
She shifted painfully, trying to dislodge his weight, and looked up in one surreal moment to see Nathan Jones taking out D-von and seriously stunning Kane with two more fierce chairshots.
"This can't be happening..." she thought distantly, while a wiser, more cynical version of herself thought, "So this was the trick. The only flaw in their plan was Triple H actually losing the title."
Lita felt her wrists being clenched as she was dragged out from underneath her unconscious teammate. Evolution and their two new friends were the only ones standing as Brock Lesnar threw her back into the ring. She circled, searching desperately for a mode of escape. The five of them had her surrounded.
Kane reached up, caught Brock Lesnar from behind and pulled him backwards over the top rope by the neck. He fought past Orton into the ring and grabbed Lita's hand to pull her away. Nathan Jones caught him in the back from behind and he fell, still enveloping her hand in his. Triple H joined the fray and Kane went down face-first, unable to stand up to all of them at once.
Lita was knocked back out of the way and they taunted her as they continued to beat her friend, kicking him while he lay curled up on the mat, trying to protect his head with his arms and leaving the rest of him open to attack. Lita looked around her for something, anything. Jones's chair was lying concealed half-under the ring.
She took out Triple H from behind, knowing it would give her time to get Orton and Flair too, since they didn't seem capable of taking a piss without his order. She stood beside Kane's unmoving body with fierce protectiveness, brandishing the chair and daring Jones or Lesnar to come near her. They looked at each other mistrustfully, and backed away, retreating up the ramp slowly enough that they could pretend they weren't afraid.
Someone tapped her shoulder and Lita swung around, pausing in time to keep herself from clubbing Spike. He stared calmly into her eyes.
"Come on. Let's get him to the back and a medic."