Title: Nothing Stays the Same.
Author: Cathie McMath. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Disclaimer: I don't own Jeff, Lita, Trish Stratus, Edge - or any other WWE wrestlers that I may mention in this fic. I dream about owning them every night.. but in reality I don't. Good ol' Vinny Mac does.
Summary: Lita reflects on Jeff's recent behaviour.
Rating: PG. I think it's nice and clean.
TimeLine: Now. Starting from January through to right now - March 2003.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
Author's Note: The next chapter is finally up. This one was again - quite obviously - inspired by the Trish and Jeff kiss last week on RAW (18-03-03). As I upload this, tonight's RAW is showing.. and I know I'll have to write another chapter very soon. Damn the WWE writers to hell! Goddamn Trish and Jeff.. *sigh* Anyway, as usual. Hope you enjoy the fic, and make sure to leave me a review!
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"Oh! That had to hurt!"
"Poor Helms!" Lita winced, turning her gaze away from the screen, unable to watch the beating The Hurricane was being put through. Covering her eyes with her hands, she asked, "What's happening now?"
Sitting next to her on the couch, Edge commentated. "Uh oh."
"What?" Lita asked, still shielding her eyes from the television screen. "What's happening?"
"Rocky just picked up a chair."
Lita yelped slightly as she heard the familiar crack of a steel chair hitting human bone. She knew that The Rock was one of the most experienced guys in the business, and she knew that he always made sure he was careful when using weapons and the like. But still, she couldn't help but feel for Shane Helms. It was never easy taking chair shots - she knew that from experience.
"That's it. I can't take listening to this anymore." Lita rose up from the couch and walked into her kitchen. "Did you want another drink?" She called out.
Edge tore his gaze away from the television screen, and noticed that his beer was empty. "Yeah, thanks." He called back, and continued watching the RAW broadcast.
Lita fumbled around in her refrigerator, trying to find another couple of beers. Finally, pushed all the way to the back, she found two bottles. Closing the fridge door behind her, Lita thought about how good it was to have Edge here at home with her, watching RAW. It wasn't often that any of the WWE superstars were able to come and visit her at home, so whenever it happened she was extremely grateful.
Digging around in her cupboard, Lita searched for some nacho chips. It was almost like tradition, to eat nacho chips and drink beer while watching any WWE program. She laughed to herself as she remember how it had first started. It had been Jeff's idea - but then again weren't all the crazy ideas Jeff's? At first it had started as something he insisted on having when watching tapes or live broadcasts, and soon enough it caught on and became a sort of ritual among them.
Still rustling in the cupboard, searching for the chips, Lita was interrupted by Edge calling out to her. "Hey Red, the Trish and Jazz versus Victoria and Steven Richards match is on!"
She laughed as she replied, "Is Stevie wearing his pink tights?"
"Yep! I swear, he wears them just for you." The blonde canadian retorted, chuckling as well.
Lita walked back into the lounge room, the two bottles of beer in one hand, and a bowl of nacho chips in the other. She sank back into the couch as she handed Edge his beer and placed the bowl on the coffee table in front of them. She gave a content sigh as she opened her beer and took a gulp.
The two friends sat and watched the match in silence at first, both of them admiring the four talented athletes that were in the ring.
"Trish has improved alot, hasn't she?" Lita commented as she watched the petite blonde diva throw Victoria to the ground.
Edge nodded. "She sure has. You better watch out next time you're in the ring with her.. she might just surprise you." He gave the redhead a sideways glance.
Lita bit her lip, grinning back at him. "Hey, she's no match for the 'extreme diva' of the WWE." She then fell into a fit of giggles, and Edge shook his head at her.
"You're a crazy one, you know that?"
"I know. I'm only trying to keep up with Victoria though." She winked at him, and they both turned their attention back to the television screen. "Oh, geez. Trish is getting killed in there. She needs to tag Jazz in - quick."
Edge hissed as he watched Victoria kick Trish in the face. It didn't look like Trish was going to get a chance to tag out soon... but then Victoria went to flip over the ropes, and luckily Trish moved just in time. Victoria fell flat on her behind, dropping to the floor quickly. She managed to tag in Steven Richards, but Trish ended up avoiding his assault as well, leaving him stranded on the turnbuckle.
"Oh, that's it. Trish has the tag now. Go on! Crawl! Hurry!" Lita urged, watching as the canadian diva crawled her way to the corner, stretching out her hand to tag in Jazz. Jazz reached into the ring, leaning to reach Trish's hand. And just as their hands were about to meet, Jazz pulled hers away, and began walking down the steps - down the ramp.
Edge turned to Lita, eyes wide. "Did you see that? Jazz just left her there! With Victoria and Steven! I can't believe --"
Lita only nodded. "Ah, the writers finally got something right. Jazz and Trish don't like each other, remember Edge? Or so the storyline goes, anyway." Lita grabbed a chip from the bowl on the table and popped it in her mouth. "You know that Jazz is an amazing woman, out of character. She's really sweet to us all. But due to the storyline, it just wouldn't be right to have them help each other, even if they were a tag-team."
"Still," Edge muttered, watching as Trish frowned deeply, looking at Jazz with an angry and betrayed look on her face. "That's harsh."
The two continued to watch closely as Steven grabbed Trish from behind, holding her up over his head, and then slamming her down into the mat. He tagged Victoria in, who then proceeded to deliver The Widows Peak to an already beaten down Trish.
"Just cover her and get it over with." Lita whispered, knowing how painful this match would be for Trish.
Victoria covered Trish, getting the three count from the referee. Yet both her and Steven continued to stay in the ring, taunting Trish as she lay on the mat in front of them. Both Lita and Edge gasped as they watched Richards lift Trish from the mat, and place her head under his arm, readying himself to give her a DDT.
And when the two friends thought things couldn't get any worse for the blonde diva, they realised that Victoria had brought in a steel chair from ringside.
"Oh, crap." Lita sighed. "Poor Trish.."
"Or not! Someone's come out to help her!" Edge said excitedly, noticing how the crowd rose to their feet and screamed for joy.
The camera shot changed quickly, showing the figure that was making their way down the ramp.
"It's Jeff!" Lita exclaimed quickly, a wide grin appearing on her face. "Look at him go!" She sat on the edge of the couch as she watched Jeff fend off both Steven and Victoria. When they were both out of the ring, he turned to Trish and began to help her to her feet. Lita smiled proudly at her best friend's actions.
Even though he and Trish didn't have a perfect past - hell, they didn't even have a smooth past - Jeff was the kind of guy who couldn't sit back and watch a woman get beat upon. God, she loved him for that. Loved that he was so unlike so many other guys. The redhead continued to watch the screen as Jeff held Trish steady.
"Look at my beautiful boy." Lita cooed, smiling at Edge. "See? That's why I'm best friends with that man. Unlike many of those other superstars back there he has the decency to --"
Lita stopped speaking suddenly as she turned her gaze back on the screen, just in time to see Trish and Jeff kiss.
Author: Cathie McMath. (email: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au)
Disclaimer: I don't own Jeff, Lita, Trish Stratus, Edge - or any other WWE wrestlers that I may mention in this fic. I dream about owning them every night.. but in reality I don't. Good ol' Vinny Mac does.
Summary: Lita reflects on Jeff's recent behaviour.
Rating: PG. I think it's nice and clean.
TimeLine: Now. Starting from January through to right now - March 2003.
Distribution: Just email me and let me know if you'd like to have it.
Author's Note: The next chapter is finally up. This one was again - quite obviously - inspired by the Trish and Jeff kiss last week on RAW (18-03-03). As I upload this, tonight's RAW is showing.. and I know I'll have to write another chapter very soon. Damn the WWE writers to hell! Goddamn Trish and Jeff.. *sigh* Anyway, as usual. Hope you enjoy the fic, and make sure to leave me a review!
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"Oh! That had to hurt!"
"Poor Helms!" Lita winced, turning her gaze away from the screen, unable to watch the beating The Hurricane was being put through. Covering her eyes with her hands, she asked, "What's happening now?"
Sitting next to her on the couch, Edge commentated. "Uh oh."
"What?" Lita asked, still shielding her eyes from the television screen. "What's happening?"
"Rocky just picked up a chair."
Lita yelped slightly as she heard the familiar crack of a steel chair hitting human bone. She knew that The Rock was one of the most experienced guys in the business, and she knew that he always made sure he was careful when using weapons and the like. But still, she couldn't help but feel for Shane Helms. It was never easy taking chair shots - she knew that from experience.
"That's it. I can't take listening to this anymore." Lita rose up from the couch and walked into her kitchen. "Did you want another drink?" She called out.
Edge tore his gaze away from the television screen, and noticed that his beer was empty. "Yeah, thanks." He called back, and continued watching the RAW broadcast.
Lita fumbled around in her refrigerator, trying to find another couple of beers. Finally, pushed all the way to the back, she found two bottles. Closing the fridge door behind her, Lita thought about how good it was to have Edge here at home with her, watching RAW. It wasn't often that any of the WWE superstars were able to come and visit her at home, so whenever it happened she was extremely grateful.
Digging around in her cupboard, Lita searched for some nacho chips. It was almost like tradition, to eat nacho chips and drink beer while watching any WWE program. She laughed to herself as she remember how it had first started. It had been Jeff's idea - but then again weren't all the crazy ideas Jeff's? At first it had started as something he insisted on having when watching tapes or live broadcasts, and soon enough it caught on and became a sort of ritual among them.
Still rustling in the cupboard, searching for the chips, Lita was interrupted by Edge calling out to her. "Hey Red, the Trish and Jazz versus Victoria and Steven Richards match is on!"
She laughed as she replied, "Is Stevie wearing his pink tights?"
"Yep! I swear, he wears them just for you." The blonde canadian retorted, chuckling as well.
Lita walked back into the lounge room, the two bottles of beer in one hand, and a bowl of nacho chips in the other. She sank back into the couch as she handed Edge his beer and placed the bowl on the coffee table in front of them. She gave a content sigh as she opened her beer and took a gulp.
The two friends sat and watched the match in silence at first, both of them admiring the four talented athletes that were in the ring.
"Trish has improved alot, hasn't she?" Lita commented as she watched the petite blonde diva throw Victoria to the ground.
Edge nodded. "She sure has. You better watch out next time you're in the ring with her.. she might just surprise you." He gave the redhead a sideways glance.
Lita bit her lip, grinning back at him. "Hey, she's no match for the 'extreme diva' of the WWE." She then fell into a fit of giggles, and Edge shook his head at her.
"You're a crazy one, you know that?"
"I know. I'm only trying to keep up with Victoria though." She winked at him, and they both turned their attention back to the television screen. "Oh, geez. Trish is getting killed in there. She needs to tag Jazz in - quick."
Edge hissed as he watched Victoria kick Trish in the face. It didn't look like Trish was going to get a chance to tag out soon... but then Victoria went to flip over the ropes, and luckily Trish moved just in time. Victoria fell flat on her behind, dropping to the floor quickly. She managed to tag in Steven Richards, but Trish ended up avoiding his assault as well, leaving him stranded on the turnbuckle.
"Oh, that's it. Trish has the tag now. Go on! Crawl! Hurry!" Lita urged, watching as the canadian diva crawled her way to the corner, stretching out her hand to tag in Jazz. Jazz reached into the ring, leaning to reach Trish's hand. And just as their hands were about to meet, Jazz pulled hers away, and began walking down the steps - down the ramp.
Edge turned to Lita, eyes wide. "Did you see that? Jazz just left her there! With Victoria and Steven! I can't believe --"
Lita only nodded. "Ah, the writers finally got something right. Jazz and Trish don't like each other, remember Edge? Or so the storyline goes, anyway." Lita grabbed a chip from the bowl on the table and popped it in her mouth. "You know that Jazz is an amazing woman, out of character. She's really sweet to us all. But due to the storyline, it just wouldn't be right to have them help each other, even if they were a tag-team."
"Still," Edge muttered, watching as Trish frowned deeply, looking at Jazz with an angry and betrayed look on her face. "That's harsh."
The two continued to watch closely as Steven grabbed Trish from behind, holding her up over his head, and then slamming her down into the mat. He tagged Victoria in, who then proceeded to deliver The Widows Peak to an already beaten down Trish.
"Just cover her and get it over with." Lita whispered, knowing how painful this match would be for Trish.
Victoria covered Trish, getting the three count from the referee. Yet both her and Steven continued to stay in the ring, taunting Trish as she lay on the mat in front of them. Both Lita and Edge gasped as they watched Richards lift Trish from the mat, and place her head under his arm, readying himself to give her a DDT.
And when the two friends thought things couldn't get any worse for the blonde diva, they realised that Victoria had brought in a steel chair from ringside.
"Oh, crap." Lita sighed. "Poor Trish.."
"Or not! Someone's come out to help her!" Edge said excitedly, noticing how the crowd rose to their feet and screamed for joy.
The camera shot changed quickly, showing the figure that was making their way down the ramp.
"It's Jeff!" Lita exclaimed quickly, a wide grin appearing on her face. "Look at him go!" She sat on the edge of the couch as she watched Jeff fend off both Steven and Victoria. When they were both out of the ring, he turned to Trish and began to help her to her feet. Lita smiled proudly at her best friend's actions.
Even though he and Trish didn't have a perfect past - hell, they didn't even have a smooth past - Jeff was the kind of guy who couldn't sit back and watch a woman get beat upon. God, she loved him for that. Loved that he was so unlike so many other guys. The redhead continued to watch the screen as Jeff held Trish steady.
"Look at my beautiful boy." Lita cooed, smiling at Edge. "See? That's why I'm best friends with that man. Unlike many of those other superstars back there he has the decency to --"
Lita stopped speaking suddenly as she turned her gaze back on the screen, just in time to see Trish and Jeff kiss.
