So, in case y'all haven't seen "Adaptation", go do that. It's about an author writing his own life into his story. Kinda how this is turning out. Hence, if this story keeps getting odder and odder, you can assume that's the same thing that's happening with me. I think that's why I like writing this...is far less complicated. But this isn't my blog, and y'all aren't here to hear about my personal life, so here we go with the story.
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"One day I'll fly away...Leave all this to yesterday...What more could your love do for me?"
Lita lay in the big empty hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling as the alarm clock, set to radio, announced it was time to get up. In truth, she'd been lying awake for some time now. She had things on her mind, and an uneasy decision to make.
"How did it all end up like this?" she asked herself. "We did what we set out to do, we won the Championship, but at what cost? People's lives have been permanently altered, and who can say for good or for bad? Couples have been reunited...but if they've already failed once before, who can predict that reuniting them will work? Spike is the Champ now and has a totally different mindset of himself...but championships don't last forever, and hasn't this all just let to more injury for him? Rob still can't walk without at least one crutch...what have I ever done for him? And yeah, Kane's not a monster anymore, but who can say that he's happier now? He's so distant...I feel like I'm losing him. I feel like I'm losing them all."
Lita sat straight up in bed. "It can't go on like this," she said aloud.
With a determination that she hadn't seen in herself since the night she escaped Evolution, Lita packed her bags and left the hotel.
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Lita walked through the dark back parking lot, eyes set straight forward on the arena. She was still unsure, still didn't know what she wanted to do or say. And there was no one else to make the decision for her.
She was on the ground with the wind knocked out of her before she'd even realized she'd been hit. Randy Orton was on her back, had her arms pinned down. She cared little at this point; just another day.
"What do you want now?" she muttered.
"Did you really think you were going to get away with that?" he spat beside her ear. "No one screws with the Champ. You and your friends made a big mistake."
"So, beating the hell out of me is going to get you the title back? It's too late." She shifted a little. "Come on; I thought we were done with this. Just let me go already."
Triple H squatted down next to her and took his glasses off. "Lita, dearest, you should know by now that we always have a plan. We're not going to perpetuate any senseless violence."
"No, just cold, brutal, resourceful violence. Besides your plans never work. So leave me the hell alone."
She could tell by his voice that she was finally getting to him. "Our plan was foolproof last time. The only reason it failed was because of that traitor Batista. But I have it on good authority that he will pay the consequences, even if he's jumped shows. You can't run far enough to get away from us."
"Obviously," she muttered. "Fine, so can we just get along with whatever 'plan' of yours there is this time so that I can get my face up off the concrete and go foil it?"
"You're welcome to try," he challenged as Orton pulled her roughly up off the ground. She slapped his hands away irritably. "And please, for God's sake, could you not leave me alone with the rentboy this time? I think he must just be hitting puberty, 'cause he's really horny."
"Randy, contain yourself, at least until we get back to the hotel," HHH ordered. He sighed and set his hands on Lita's shoulders again, tightening his grip to assure she wouldn't run away. They started to walk, and she could see what they were pushing her towards...a big cargo van, almost like a dog catcher would use.
"I thought you guys normally travelled in style," she pointed out.
"We do," Triple H assured her. "You don't."
"Fair enough."
They shoved her into the back of the van quickly, barely cracking the door open in their haste not to be seen. Lita crashed onto something big, but not quite hard enough to be the wall or floor. A hand was suddenly fixed over her mouth and a pair of lips breathed whispers against her ear.
"Don't give any sign that I'm back here," Kane whispered. "We're going to petrify them when they open that door."
Lita nodded to show she understood and Kane released her. She turned and hugged him, waiting for the van to slow to a stop.
They didn't have to wait long. Only a few minutes later, the sound of outside traffic receeded and they slid across the floor a little with inertia as the big van rumbled to a stop. Lita looked at Kane, and in the barely ventilated darkness could see him nod. They rose to their feet.
Randy threw open the double doors and his smug grin quickly faded. Lita took great pleasure in the way Triple H's jaw dropped.
Lita stood squarely in the middle of the opening, arms folded across her chest. Kane stood directly behind her, one massive arms wrapped forward around her shoulders. He had to hunch a little, unable to completely stand up in the van.
"We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the way that leaves you all walking," he informed them. "For us, the easy way is to simply snap every fragile bone in your bodies until your muscles collapse on themselves. The difficult way involves us restraining ourselves enough to allow you to keep breathing. You back up out of our way and let us leave peacefully. Oh, and you have five seconds to decide before Red here loses her patience and starts breaking things."
"You're bluffing," Triple H said shakily.
"Maybe...but is that a risk you're willing to take?" Lita interrogated. "Oh, and by the way, you're down to two seconds now."
Evolution scurried quickly back. Kane and Lita jumped down out of the back of the van, keeping an eye on them the whole time. Lita looked around, and the only other vehicle she saw in the huge parking deck was the limo.
"Suitable transportation?" she asked. Kane nodded.
Lita walked to the driver's side door and ripped it open. The driver looked up at her in terror.
"5 out of 5 surgeon generals are of the opinion that it is in the best interest of your health to get out of there RIGHT NOW."
He didn't ask to see her sources, but merely nodded and half-fell/half-rolled out of the driver's seat. Lita swung herself in behind the steering wheel, slamming and locking the door behind her. Kane was already seated at shotgun.
"Ready?" she asked. One simple nod, again.
She gunned the engine, tires squealing, and spun a doughtnut around the terrified members of Evolution before heading down the ramp at such a speed that they went airborn for a few seconds. Right before they pulled out of sight, Lita couldn't resist rolling down the window and flipping them the bird as she and Kane drove off in their opponents' limo.
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heeheehee Kind of a short little light chapter before I get into some of the serious plot stuff again. Oh well; I thought it was fun. The song at the beginning, by the way, is "I'll Fly Away" from "Moulin Rouge", of course. I'm listening to that right now and just love it.
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"One day I'll fly away...Leave all this to yesterday...What more could your love do for me?"
Lita lay in the big empty hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling as the alarm clock, set to radio, announced it was time to get up. In truth, she'd been lying awake for some time now. She had things on her mind, and an uneasy decision to make.
"How did it all end up like this?" she asked herself. "We did what we set out to do, we won the Championship, but at what cost? People's lives have been permanently altered, and who can say for good or for bad? Couples have been reunited...but if they've already failed once before, who can predict that reuniting them will work? Spike is the Champ now and has a totally different mindset of himself...but championships don't last forever, and hasn't this all just let to more injury for him? Rob still can't walk without at least one crutch...what have I ever done for him? And yeah, Kane's not a monster anymore, but who can say that he's happier now? He's so distant...I feel like I'm losing him. I feel like I'm losing them all."
Lita sat straight up in bed. "It can't go on like this," she said aloud.
With a determination that she hadn't seen in herself since the night she escaped Evolution, Lita packed her bags and left the hotel.
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Lita walked through the dark back parking lot, eyes set straight forward on the arena. She was still unsure, still didn't know what she wanted to do or say. And there was no one else to make the decision for her.
She was on the ground with the wind knocked out of her before she'd even realized she'd been hit. Randy Orton was on her back, had her arms pinned down. She cared little at this point; just another day.
"What do you want now?" she muttered.
"Did you really think you were going to get away with that?" he spat beside her ear. "No one screws with the Champ. You and your friends made a big mistake."
"So, beating the hell out of me is going to get you the title back? It's too late." She shifted a little. "Come on; I thought we were done with this. Just let me go already."
Triple H squatted down next to her and took his glasses off. "Lita, dearest, you should know by now that we always have a plan. We're not going to perpetuate any senseless violence."
"No, just cold, brutal, resourceful violence. Besides your plans never work. So leave me the hell alone."
She could tell by his voice that she was finally getting to him. "Our plan was foolproof last time. The only reason it failed was because of that traitor Batista. But I have it on good authority that he will pay the consequences, even if he's jumped shows. You can't run far enough to get away from us."
"Obviously," she muttered. "Fine, so can we just get along with whatever 'plan' of yours there is this time so that I can get my face up off the concrete and go foil it?"
"You're welcome to try," he challenged as Orton pulled her roughly up off the ground. She slapped his hands away irritably. "And please, for God's sake, could you not leave me alone with the rentboy this time? I think he must just be hitting puberty, 'cause he's really horny."
"Randy, contain yourself, at least until we get back to the hotel," HHH ordered. He sighed and set his hands on Lita's shoulders again, tightening his grip to assure she wouldn't run away. They started to walk, and she could see what they were pushing her towards...a big cargo van, almost like a dog catcher would use.
"I thought you guys normally travelled in style," she pointed out.
"We do," Triple H assured her. "You don't."
"Fair enough."
They shoved her into the back of the van quickly, barely cracking the door open in their haste not to be seen. Lita crashed onto something big, but not quite hard enough to be the wall or floor. A hand was suddenly fixed over her mouth and a pair of lips breathed whispers against her ear.
"Don't give any sign that I'm back here," Kane whispered. "We're going to petrify them when they open that door."
Lita nodded to show she understood and Kane released her. She turned and hugged him, waiting for the van to slow to a stop.
They didn't have to wait long. Only a few minutes later, the sound of outside traffic receeded and they slid across the floor a little with inertia as the big van rumbled to a stop. Lita looked at Kane, and in the barely ventilated darkness could see him nod. They rose to their feet.
Randy threw open the double doors and his smug grin quickly faded. Lita took great pleasure in the way Triple H's jaw dropped.
Lita stood squarely in the middle of the opening, arms folded across her chest. Kane stood directly behind her, one massive arms wrapped forward around her shoulders. He had to hunch a little, unable to completely stand up in the van.
"We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the way that leaves you all walking," he informed them. "For us, the easy way is to simply snap every fragile bone in your bodies until your muscles collapse on themselves. The difficult way involves us restraining ourselves enough to allow you to keep breathing. You back up out of our way and let us leave peacefully. Oh, and you have five seconds to decide before Red here loses her patience and starts breaking things."
"You're bluffing," Triple H said shakily.
"Maybe...but is that a risk you're willing to take?" Lita interrogated. "Oh, and by the way, you're down to two seconds now."
Evolution scurried quickly back. Kane and Lita jumped down out of the back of the van, keeping an eye on them the whole time. Lita looked around, and the only other vehicle she saw in the huge parking deck was the limo.
"Suitable transportation?" she asked. Kane nodded.
Lita walked to the driver's side door and ripped it open. The driver looked up at her in terror.
"5 out of 5 surgeon generals are of the opinion that it is in the best interest of your health to get out of there RIGHT NOW."
He didn't ask to see her sources, but merely nodded and half-fell/half-rolled out of the driver's seat. Lita swung herself in behind the steering wheel, slamming and locking the door behind her. Kane was already seated at shotgun.
"Ready?" she asked. One simple nod, again.
She gunned the engine, tires squealing, and spun a doughtnut around the terrified members of Evolution before heading down the ramp at such a speed that they went airborn for a few seconds. Right before they pulled out of sight, Lita couldn't resist rolling down the window and flipping them the bird as she and Kane drove off in their opponents' limo.
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heeheehee Kind of a short little light chapter before I get into some of the serious plot stuff again. Oh well; I thought it was fun. The song at the beginning, by the way, is "I'll Fly Away" from "Moulin Rouge", of course. I'm listening to that right now and just love it.