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Dangerous Business
Chapter XV
Hunter Hemsley was relaxed as he'd ever been in a match for his title in quite a while. And why wouldn't he be? His title was in no danger – he was only wrestling that freak, Jeff Hardy – and there was no one that could stop him from winning. Well, there was the chance of the beautiful blonde pounding on the mat, but Hunter guessed that she wasn't the type to interfere, which was exactly why he had left Flair, Batista, and Orton back in the locker room. He didn't need their help. And God, that blonde at ringside just wouldn't shut up! Hunter finished bouncing off the ropes and drove his knee into the staggering Jeff Hardy. As Jeff went down, Hunter sauntered over to the ropes. The blonde jerked away, but Hunter's arm snatched a handful of her bright blond hair before she could, and jerked her into the ring.
"Let me go!" she screamed furiously, struggling. Hunter trash-talked her for a second, ignoring the pleads of the referee. He brought back his fist and slammed it unceremoniously into her face, sending her careening backwards to the springy mat. Hunter laughed, seeing the furious look on his opponent's face. The blond rolled out of the ring, her frail figure dumped to the mat, as Hunter picked up Jeff and delivered the Pedigree. He slowly sat down and covered Jeff for the pin. The ref slid to his side and brought up his hand.
"1…" he barked as his hand slapped the mat. And as if there was a switch underneath the mat, all of the spotlights disappeared, leaving the arena in an eerie darkness. And then a music beat so familiar to him started up so loud he didn't hear the referee's next count, "2…" he cried over the noise and the cheers of the faceless fans.
"Forfeit the game before somebody takes you out of the frame/and 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," the music thudded through Hunter's ears, but he remained pinning Jeff, remembering when Kane had started to make his return. When the count of three didn't ring in his ears, Hunter stood up angrily, and faced the general direction of the referee. Slowly, dim lights flickered on. Hunter let out a small gasp of surprise as he saw who was standing in place of the referee.
In front of him stood Liz. Her light brown hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. On both sides of her head, glistening silver lightning bolts shimmered, along with the silver eye shadow and lip-gloss. As she moved, the lights revealed that the silver halter-top she was wearing wasn't quite silver – it was also a light, metallic purple, along with her pants. But his gaze didn't remain on her steely jade eyes, or her outfit for long. No, his gaze went directly to her hands, where she twirled a sledgehammer. Looking closer as fear grew in the pit of his stomach, Hunter saw the distinct sign of the small bends in the sledgehammer. The blazing lights came back on.
"What goes around, comes around," her last words to him echoed in his head as he stumbled backward over the fallen body of Jeff.
"What goes around, comes around," was it Liz whispering it, or was it just his head? Hunter felt his bare back touch the coolness of the ropes and whirled around, starting to leap through them, if not for a certain brunette grabbing a handful of his frizzing hair. As she yanked him backwards, she brought her lips to his ears and said ferociously.
"This is for my Father," she said, and then drove her knee into his gut. As he bent over, she drove one of her unpadded elbows straight into his spine. She taunted him as he crawled, getting his arms over the ropes before he realized his mistake. That left him in the same exact position that Liz was in only fourteen months ago. Liz grinned evilly, swinging the sledgehammer like a baseball bat and continued the momentum straight into Hunter's back. She grinned wider as his cry of pain filled the arena. Slowly, she raised her pointer finger, middle finger, and thumb to the wild cheers of the fans as she stood over Hunter, who lay motionless. And something that never, ever happened, happened.
J.R. and the King were quiet with awe as RAW went off the air.
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Smackdown!
7:49 P.M
Rob laid down on one of the long benches in the guy's locker rooms, tapping his feet against the wood quietly. The arena they were going to was small, and there were only about 4 large locker rooms – one for the Divas, two for the male Superstars, and one was being used for supplies. But he wasn't thinking of that as he stared up at the dim lights in the locker room. He sighed quietly, and slowly sat up, yawning as he did so. He supposed that he would have to go find Liz. Rob stood up, stretching his limbs quietly. He thought quietly of how much things had changed since the fateful Hell in a Cell match.
He remembered the aftermath of the Hell in a Cell match, a satisfied grin appearing guiltily on his face. After he had decimated Hunter and Flair with steel chairs, Brock Lesner, apparently, had found them, and done a few not-so-nice things. Rob chuckled to himself softly as he grabbed a random shirt from his duffel bag. Hunter had been out for 2 shows, and Flair had been gone for 4 or 5.
Of course, when Hunter had gotten back, he had to deal with all of Liz's friends, and most of which was oddly Shawn Michaels, but mainly because Shawn and Hunter had begun feuding with other reasons other than Liz. Finally, at the next Pay-Per-View, Rob had gotten a hold of Evolution, in a tag team match up. It was a 8-man tag team match – Brock Lesner, Rob Van Dam, Jeff Hardy and Kane versus Hunter, Batista, Flair, and Orton.
Recently after that, Lita had returned. She explained that when Austin had attacked her before Liz's match oh-so-long ago, her neck had only been damaged slightly. Since Liz left, Victoria had gotten the title, but Lita had finally regained it, and continued to successfully fend off Trish Stratus, Jazz, Victoria, and Molly Holly, over the fourteen months, only losing her title twice, and the first time only for 1 show, the second for 5.
And feuds started and ended and remained still while she had recovered, and her absence began to feel less painful to most of the fans and superstars, but they still noticed, and just about every time a Hardy or a member of Evolution came out, the memories were always fresh on their minds, also when the Women's Championship came up for grabs.
Unfortunately, Matt Hardy had come to WWE again as a more active participant, starting the V1 business. Rob understood now why Liz hated her cousin so much. Lita had soon broken up with him – in front of the whole world – and Matt had been aching for her to pay for it, which started a feud between Jeff and Matt, that was starting to lower slightly as new rivals were taken on. Some of the guys in the back, and all of Jeff's family and friends, seemed to notice that Jeff's interest was slowly meandering from the wrestling business, but they didn't say a word to him.
More superstars began their arrival in the WWE, like Goldberg and the French tag team. Rob shook his head quietly, thinking of his current feud with the Big Show.
The bang of the door as it opened jerked Rob from his thoughts. He immediately stood up, seeing the tall, heavy giant in front of him, followed closely by Paul Heyman. Rob glared up defiantly into the Big Show's cold eyes as Heyman paced around them. He had known Paul long enough to know that he was simply going to try and play mind games with Rob.
"Why, if it isn't the whole F'n Show," Heyman drawled, casting his beady eyes on Rob. "What are you up to?" he questioned, but didn't wait for an answer, "Oh! I know, you must be waiting for your girlfriend!" The moment he said it, Rob stiffened. Heyman was up to something, and it had something to do with Liz.
"What do you want, Heyman?" Rob snapped through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving the Big Show.
"You see, Rob… You are perfectly able to defend yourself – at least somewhat – against my client," he stepped close to Rob, who finally turned and glared at Paul steadily. "But what about your girlfriend?" he smiled, "I mean, she couldn't defend herself against my client if her life depended on it – which it probably would," he chuckled, his beady eyes shining evilly, "So here's the deal, Rob. You dump Liz, and we won't hurt our little Angel." Rob distinctly felt his upper lip curling in anger, but the sound of his heart thudding in his chest seemed to deafen his senses.
"You have until the end of the show to dump her, Rob, or else…" he smiled, and continued his sentence, "Or else you minus well keep that ambulance ready for her," he paused, passed one last sickening smile, and exited the locker room, with his client close behind, leaving a troubled RVD in their wake.
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Author's Note: I notice that this chapter is a tad shorter than the usual, and I'm sorry. Originally, I was going to continue the conversation with Austin, but decided not to. Anyway, I'm sorry if you guys don't like this chapter, but please review. And if anyone has any ideas regarding this story, feel free to tell me on a review. Someone asked me the other day in a chat, where I thought this thing with Brock Lesner was going. Seriously, I'm not quite sure, but I'm thinking of several possibilities. One is very sweet, the other is quite mean, but I'm considering it. Anyways, you'll just have to wait to see! Love you guys, and please review!
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