A/N: Someone upstairs really doesn't like me. Out of 8 opinions, it's 4 for Stephanie and 4 for Lita. So I picked, and I'm not going to tell you until like…10 sentences from now. Actually, a ton less but you get the idea of it. Thank y'all so much for reviewing! It really means a lot to me! Keep it coming!
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Masked
Chapter 5
Randy Orton's grin was slapped off his face and replaced instantly by shock as the mask came off. The woman's mane of hair slowly fell back to her shoulders, no longer within the restraints of the mask. He could honestly say that the moment the mask was taken away; the arena had gotten the quietest it'd ever been.
Hunter stared at the woman in shock, and then grinned, bending down to peer into her eyes. Yes, they were colored contacts. Smirking, he said, "If it isn't the lovely Lita."
The redhead thrashed forward, and Hunter rocked back on his heels, laughing. "It's hard to believe, isn't it? That you of all people took us down for a while! I mean, you can hardly win the Women's Championship and keep it!" The glare he received was cold enough to freeze fire, but Hunter didn't notice, he and the rest of Evolution were to busy revealing in their victory. Hunter would keep the title 13 days from now that the odds were in their favor. Kevin Nash, The Rock, and Jeff Hardy would have no chance. Now all they had to do was figure out who to kick out of the match.
Randy Orton knelt down in front of her where Hunter had been, his face inches from Lita's. "How about a victory kiss?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Her lip curled up in disgust, "I'd rather kiss Vince McMahon's ass."
"That can be arranged," he spat, and backhanded her across the face. She teetered sideways, the handcuffs jutting into her wrists as she did so. He stood up, passing a few words to Hunter. "Let's teach her a lesson." Lita froze as Hunter slid out of the ring. He wasn't going to get what she thought he was…was he? Her thoughts were answered as Hunter slid into the ring, sledgehammer in hand.
As he brought the sledgehammer back to slam into her stomach, two music clips crashed through the speakers, one after another. Rob Van Dam and Jeff Hardy sprinted down to the ring. As soon as they were midway, the lights blinked off, leaving Hunter blind. He swung the sledgehammer wildly, hitting Lita in the forearm. She gritted her teeth in an effort not to cry out in pain.
The lights burst back on as quickly as they went off. Looking past Hunter as she tried to ease the pressure on her left arm, Lita grinned at Hunter. He stared at her for a second, and turned around to see what she was looking at. A black boot smacked painfully against his jaw and he went down. Randy Orton dashed for their new opponent after a brief debate. RVD quickly made work of Rick Flair as a Singapore Cane splintered across Randy's chest. Randy collapsed to the mat after the cane shot and a roundhouse kick. Jeff and Rob slid into the ring, getting in a few punches and kicks before Evolution got out of the ring, stumbling for the back.
Hunter stared at the ring, clenching his jaw as Randy dropped his. This wasn't right… What the hell had happened?
In the ring, next to the leather-clothed Lita, stood a shapely figure, in the same outfit as Lita, a mask obscuring her face as she undid the handcuffs. Jeff rushed for Lita as she started to fall. Rob stood near the corner, feeling like he didn't quite belong there. Why did he come out here, anyway?
Lita pressed against Jeff, stumbling up. She gestured for a microphone, and clutched it with her right hand as she cradled her left arm to her body. The masked woman in the ring nodded at Lita, and the redhead began to speak.
"Evolution," Lita said, a triumphant look on her face, "You just unmasked the wrong girl."
Randy, keeping a hand pressed against his bruising chest, picked up a discarded microphone and raised it to his lips. "Who the hell are you?" he shouted, directed at the masked woman, who laughed.
"You see, she came to me when she needed help. She thought that you, or someone else, would pull something like this tonight. So she came to me." With the disbelief on their faces, she added, "Roll the footage."
Evolution turned to look up at the big screen, their faces ranging from curious to downright pissed off.
The clip started as the masked woman knocked Jazz into Kane's clothesline. It focused on the woman as she huddled into the corner. Attention elsewhere, no one had seen another masked woman slip out from under the ring, black leather camouflaging against the material hanging off the apron. The two switched places.
"You little…" Hunter growled, anger darkening his face.
The masked woman gave Lita a half-hug, nodding graciously to Rob Van Dam and Jeff for trying to protect Lita from Evolution. She hadn't meant to get Lita endangered-but the redhead had insisted after the woman explained her predicament.
She lifted her own microphone to her lips and said, finding it hard to keep the smile off of her face for long, "Sorry, Hunter, but I guess you'll have to have a fair match that's not in your favor at summer slam."
Rick Flair grabbed the microphone from Randy Orton. His mind was no longer pinpointed about tipping scales in Hunter's direction, but getting the masked woman in the ring hurt. "Rob Van Dam!" he shouted. Rob looked up, his hands dropping from the place on his chest as he stepped forward. "You've made it clear that you want a shot at the title…" he trailed off, smiling evilly, "That shot is only ten steps away, Rob… Just walk forward and tear that mask off her face and you'll get a shot at the UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP."
RVD took a quick glance at the masked woman, and shook his head, grabbing a microphone from Lillian Garcia, who stood at ringside. "I could, but I'm not that low. I'm going to earn my title shot."
Rick scowled. "You want the belt. You have a chance to weaken the champion right now, and get a shot at the title. You could win the title!"
Rob distinctly felt his upper lip curl in disgust, but he shook his head no. He wanted to earn his shot, and he wanted it to be fair. Rick was telling him to attack a woman, and that was against his morals.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Hunter screamed into the microphone, "You have a chance at winning the title right now and you're letting it go!"
When Rob only stared at him coldly, Randy grabbed the microphone from Hunter. "If you won't do it, I know who will!"
"Frankly, you've been wearing that mask THREE MINUTES too long," growled Eric Bischoff, slowly sauntering out from behind Evolution, a sneer covering his face. Rosie, Jamal, and Rico entered the ring.
"Go," Jeff commanded Lita. She frowned, but nodded, knowing that she wasn't of much use with a crippled arm. As she went on her way to the back, she froze.
Evolution started down the ramp, advancing on Lita. In the ring, Rob Van Dam leapt at Jamal, Jeff attacked Rosie, and the masked woman dealt with Rico.
The masked woman gripped her Singapore Cane as Rico careened to the padded concrete outside of the ring. Preoccupied with dismantling Rico, she hadn't seen the wave of wrestlers streaming into the ring. She turned straight into a Steven Kick from Steven Richards. Rob Van Dam tore Steven off of the woman as he tried to tear off her mask. He made quick work of Steven, dumping him over the top rope, only to be ambushed from behind by Chris Jericho.
Rene Dupree, Sylvan Grenier, and Rob Conway slid into the ring. Rob Conway and Sylvan double-teamed Jeff as Rene went after the masked woman, who was wielding her cane against the onslaught of wrestlers, swaying on her feet after the Steven Kick. Christian sprinted to the ring, slamming his intercontinental title into Rene's skull just as he managed to get the upper hand against the masked woman. The battle thickened as Evolution, Rodney Mack, and Test joined in on the battle. Soon, they were fighting against each other in order to get to the masked woman.
Rob Van Dam managed to perform a spinning heel kick to Hunter. There was about 13 other wrestlers in the ring, and it was near impossible to know which direction the attack was coming from. Hunter had slid into the ring, and had been swinging the sledgehammer into anything that took a breath. Rob himself had been a victim of a nasty shot to the ribs. Blood spilling into his lips, he spat, risking a glance to Jeff.
Jeff leapt from the turnbuckle, taking out at least 3 other wrestlers. Standing up, more wrestlers moved to fill the gap, fists punching against his back. The recovered Rosie body splashed him into a corner.
As he tossed Steven Richards over the top rope for the second time that night, he caught a glance of Lita, her fiery hair wadded in Test's fist as he pushed her against the barricade, pressing himself against her. Rob leapt up onto the turnbuckle, waiting until Test turned. He leapt off of the turnbuckle, his feet snapping against Test's jaw. Test stumbled backward and slumped against the barricade next to Lita, who slid away from him.
"You okay?" Rob panted to Lita, who nodded. Sylvan slammed his fists against the back of Rob's head, pushing him forward, Rob's kneepads smacking against Lita. The Frenchman grabbed Rob by the hair and shoved him hard into the steel steps. The top section of stairs slid off as Rob cried out in pain. Sylvan advanced on Lita, but was stopped as Shawn Michaels ran to Lita's aid from the back, delivering Sweet Chin Music before heading into the throng of wrestlers, solely coming to hurt Evolution. Soon, Kevin Nash, Scott Steiner, The Hurricane, the Dudleys, Goldberg, and Goldust entered the ring to attack their rivals, and to help out their friends in the ring.
Lita winced as she stood up, hoping that no one would notice her. After a quick glance, she froze, and looked over the wrestlers gathered in the ring carefully.
Eric Bischoff noticed as soon as Lita did. "WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?" he screamed. Looking toward the crowd, his fury deepened. Making their way to the exits were six masked woman. Lita noticed this and grinned, leaping into the battle with newfound strength as she took down Randy Orton with a Hurricarana.
Eric's hands shook as he threw the microphone at the ramp. The woman had outsmarted him! Gritting his teeth as he drew heavy breaths, he looked up, and his eyes brightened. Next week, she would be there. She was a RAW wrestler-she had to show.
Just how far would she go to see that her friends that saved her weren't hurt?
Oh, yes. One way or another, she would get what she deserved the upcoming week. He grinned maniacally as RAW went off the air with a last look at the ring of bloody, bruised wrestlers.
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A/N: I had Lita picked, but then I started thinking (and now I'm torn between 2 ideas), so I just typed that up. Hope you guys like it, and sorry that I didn't pick Lita. Hopefully I'll be able to finished the 6th chapter by the time the 4-day weekend ends. Please review!!!
LittleKnux2008
(P.S. – If you have any ideas for this story, I'll be glad to hear them. If I do use one, I would definitely give credit. Sure, I've got a couple chapters in mind, but I'd still like to hear what you guys would like to see.)