A/N:  Thank you to all of the reviewers!  (2 so far, but I hope more people will review by the time I finish this!)  Here's the second chapter.  Hope you guys like it!  Please review!

Disclaimer:  1st chapter

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DANGEROUS BUSINESS

Chapter 2 – Welcome Party

            Liz weakly tried to open her eyes.  The light burned her eyes, and she quickly shut them.  Her head throbbed as she tried to sit up.  Someone pushed her gently down.  Annoyed, she forced her eyes to open.  A concerned doctor's face loomed over her, but then disappeared.  Carefully, she watched the white-haired doctor briskly walk across the room.  Her palms slapped against the hard "bed".  She pushed her back up against the wall and looked around, wincing at the pain in her head.

            Three "beds" like hers were lined up against the wall, a considerable distance away from each other.  In front of her, there was a small metal table, on which RVD balanced cautiously.  Bandages encircled his ribs, and a purple bruise had formed on the side of his face. 

            "You okay?" he asked. 

            "I'm not dead yet," she replied.  "You?"

            "Good," replied Rob.

            "Except for a pair of bruised ribs you are," the doctor corrected RVD smoothly, earning an eye-roll.  The doctor pulled out a small light and flashed it into Liz's eyes.  Immediately, the pain in her head seemed to return.  She swatted the light away and held her head as it bounced away. 

            "You've got a mild concussion and photosensitivity," informed the doctor, "You'll be sore for awhile because of those bruises, too."

            "Can I wrestle?" she questioned.  The doctor looked at her hopeful face and sighed, debating what to say. 

            "You should take some rest, but it's your choice.  Be careful of your head, though, if you wrestle tonight.  I daresay Mr. Mahon postponed your match.

            "He didn't," replied Rob quietly.  The doctor sighed angrily at Mr. Mahon's doings.

            "That man will be the death of us all," he murmured, giving Liz and Rob sheets to fill out.  "Give these back to me by the end of RAW."  They nodded, stood up, and walked out the door.

            As they walked to their locker rooms, the brunette asked, "Did Jeff have his match?"

            "He should be just coming out," replied Rob, after thinking for a moment.  "He waited for you for awhile, but he had to go do his match."

            "Oh," replied Liz, staring at the ceiling slightly.  "Have any clue where our match will be?"

            "I think it's the second to last," said Rob. 

            "All right.  I have to talk with Jeff for a bit before our match, so see ya later."

            "Bye," replied RVD as he continued on his way. 

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            "Jeff!" Liz shouted as he walked out of the curtains that led to the ramp.  "How'd it go?" she narrowed her eyes at Jeff's disheveled state, then smirked.  "You told me that wasn't a hardcore match."

            "Didn't want you to worry," replied Jeff.  "I won, by the way."

            "Congratulations, flyboy.  Care to explain why I would worry about you in a hardcore match?"

            Jeff stared down at his cousin and shook his head lightly.  "You're something else," he murmured quietly. 

            "Well, something else has to get ready for a match," replied Liz lightly.  "I'm going to go warm-up, so I'll talk to you when the match is over."

            "Mahon didn't call off the match?" cried Jeff.

            "No, he didn't.  And it's absolutely fine," she said as Jeff opened his mouth, "I'm fit to wrestle, Jeff.  And that's exactly what I'm going to do."

            "What do you have, anyway?  A concussion, at least!  Me and Matt can hardly beat the Dudleys when we're in perfect health!  And you and Rob have to deal with Batista too!"

            "Calm down Jeff," growled Liz quietly.

            "And HHH will probably be at ringside instead of Flair, because of what you did to Flair," Jeff continued to ramble.  Liz quickly lost her temper.

            "Jeff, just shut up!  I can handle them, okay?  And HHH isn't probably going to be out there, he has a match with Austin tonight, I checked the roster, it'll just be Randy Orton.  And in case you don't remember, he's not doing to good from the start of RAW."

            "Listen-" interrupted Jeff.           

            "No!" hissed Liz.  There was an awkward silence, and then she said, less angrily, "I'm going to go warm-up now Jeff.  I'll talk to you after the match."

            "If you make it through the match," Jeff murmured at Liz's retreating form. 

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            Liz waited behind the curtains, breathing faster than usual.  She was extremely nervous, but simply shook her head as her new song blared from the speakers.  With one glance behind her, she stepped out.  No turning back now, she thought warily.

            "Forfeit the game/Before somebody else takes you out of the frame/Puts your name to shame/Cover up your face / You can't run the race/The pace is too fast / You just won't last."

            As Liz stepped out, several cheers went up.  What a chair shot can do, thought Liz as she held up the "Hardy sign" and waited in front of the ring.  Batista and the Dudleys were already in the ring, staring her down.  "One of a Kind" blared through the speakers, and the fans roared in happiness.  A slight smile appeared on Liz's face at the crowd's reaction as RVD strolled into the ring, followed by Liz.

            Apparently, the others wanted to start a match fair and square.  She briefly discussed the match with RVD.  Bubba Ray stood on the other team as the others stepped behind the ropes.  True to Jeff's word, HHH stood by the ring.  Liz sighed and stepped behind the ropes after much persuading by Rob. 

            The two started up by locking up.  Bubba caught RVD in a headlock, but Rob quickly countered.  As they stood up, Rob threw a kick at Bubba, who caught his foot expertly.  Rob spun and kicked him in the jaw.  He continued his assault on Bubba, Liz cheering him on, until Bubba got the upper hand.  As he whipped Rob into the ropes, he tagged in D'von. 

            "3-D!" the crowd chanted, even though they appeared disgusted that the Dudleys just 3-Ded one of their favorites. 

            Liz stepped on the ropes, extending one hand to Rob, who lay a few feet away, and the other pounding the turnbuckle.  She clenched her teeth as D'von picked Rob up by his hair.

            "You want in?" he taunted, and picked up Rob for a slam.  In a few minutes, Rob had gotten a kick in, and both D'von and Rob were down.

            "C'mon Rob!" cried Liz, extending her arm further as he crawled to the corner.  Just as D'von tagged in Bubba-again-Rob hit her hand.  Liz dashed through the ropes and stared at Bubba.  He grasped her forearm and whipped her into the ropes.  Liz threw her momentum into a handspring, and then dropkicked Bubba, who fell to the mat. She grasped his rather large head and pulled him up and tried to push him into the turnbuckle, but ended up going there herself.  Bubba ran forward and clotheslined her before she could even get her foot up to defend herself.  Bubba's large hands yanked her up and threw her back into the turnbuckles, her injured head smacking it painfully. Which was, exactly, the point.  From the throw, Liz was on her back as Bubba lifted her up and delivered a backbreaker and went for the cover.

            1…2…  Liz threw her shoulder up and heard the vague sound of the fans cheering.  Bubba growled and jerked her up unto his shoulders.  She punched his head in a frantic attempt to get out of his grasp, but the mat came up to meet her back…hard.  Bubba held her shoulders to the mat as the ref counted.

            1…2…his arm raised for the three count but Liz twisted out of Bubba's grip and attempted to crawl toward Rob.  Bubba grasped her ankle and yanked her back.  Liz rolled over and snapped her boot into Bubba's face.  He stumbled back, but came back angrier. 

            "This young lady is being man-handled by Bubba Ray Dudley," the announcer's words echoed through Liz's head, giving into her temper as Bubba gave her a sidewalk slam, and then tagged in Batista.  Liz was hardly aware of Rob shouting at her to tag him in as Batista slammed his boot into her head repeatedly.  He shoved her into the ropes.  Rob dashed through the ropes and managed to kick Batista in the face as the ref pulled him away.  As Liz hit the ropes, HHH grabbed her foot and her body snapped to meet the mat, once again.  HHH pulled her out of the ring, as the ref was being distracted by Rob and now Batista.  HHH grasped her arms backward and gave her the Pedigree on the unpadded floor, and rolled her back into the ring.  Batista picked her up and suplexed her. 

            1…2…the ref's hand was an inch away from the mat before Liz kicked out.  She struggled to her feet and Batista attacked her with a fury of punches.  But this time, she refused to go down.  Then he did what she wanted.  As her back bounced against the now-familiar ropes, Liz gave Batista the Hurricarana. 

            1…almost 2 but Batista literally threw her off him. Liz was able to tag Rob in.  Soon, though, Rob had fallen to a backbreaker.

       That was when the music hit.  The sound of breaking glass echoed through the arena, distracting HHH and Batista.  Rob leapt up and rolled Batista up.

            1…2…3!  Rob's music echoed through the ring and Liz ran in the ring, to be attacked by Bubba Ray and D'von.  As she fell, she saw Batista completely destroying Rob.  HHH was simply in the ring, smirking at Rob and Liz, occasionally attacking Rob.  Liz spit out the blood seeping into her mouth as Bubba pushed D'von.  Her eyes widened.

            "D'Von!" he cried, and his partner turned around.  "GET THE TABLES!"  D'von nodded and slid out of the ring as Stone Cold strolled toward the ring.  He slid the table into the ring and Bubba set it up near the turnbuckle.  D'von threw Liz some kicks as she struggled to get up.  Bubba climbed up and sat on the turnbuckle.  Liz heard the crack of the steel chair as it slammed into Rob's bruised ribs.  She struggled to move as Bubba set up to powerbomb her…through the table.  But she'd be headed face-first through the table, the way Bubba had it.  Suddenly, Stone Cold slipped into the ring and attacked HHH and gave him the Stone Cold Stunner.  He turned to Batista and repeated his tactics.  He turned to the frozen Dudleys.  His eyes met with Liz's.  A slow smirk spread through his face as he slid out of the ring, leaving the Dudleys to themselves.  Batista and HHH rolled out of the ring.  

            Bubba leapt down, slamming Liz into the table.  Liz felt the impact on her face, arms, chest, and ribs.  The Dudleys advanced toward her once again when another familiar music hit.  

            Edge came running out, and Stone Cold only gave him a death glare as he jogged to the ring.  The Dudleys fled reasonably and glared at him.  The blonde Canadian turned and glanced at Rob.  RVD had crawled over to Liz, clutching his ribs.  Edge went to her side, also.  

            Weakly, Liz looked up at Edge.  "Hey, Adam," she croaked, "Long time no see."

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