Author's Note: I've decided to shorten my chapters to around 1,500 words (they were originally around 2,000), but it's not like I'm going to stick to that. When I want to end a chapter, I'll end it. If its 3,000 words or 900, I don't really care. 1,500 is basically just a number I want to reach by the end of the chapter, and hopefully I'll get there or past. Anyway, please review!
Ha! I was just looking at my stories, and realized that while this story is twice as long as "Masked", "Masked" has twice the reviews! I'm not complaining!! I'm glad to be getting nice reviews! (I previously wrote in the 'Sonic the Hedgehog' section, and I was 'flamed' constantly for my ending of "Twisted". It's a nice change here in the Wrestling section.)
Okay, so I was zooming around on ff.net and I'm hit with all these ideas. And, frankly, all the ideas are for after like the next 2 chapters!
Wow…big author's note. Anyway, please review!
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Dangerous Business
Chapter XVII
Liz clenched her teeth as she looked away from Brock's stormy look. "What do you think you were doing?" he snapped.
She flinched at the harsh tone in his voice, and whirled around, fury sparking in her bloodshot eyes. "I was planning on getting a match so I could get my revenge," she said simply, and said coldly after a second of frustrated silence from Brock, "It's your turn to go out." He shook his head, but headed for the ramp, muttering about the match underneath his breath. As they headed down the ramp, the fans roars raising Brock's confidence, Liz closed her eyes briefly, trembling on the edge of bursting into a round of tears. Chest bursting with pain, she bit down hard on her tongue, and hid her emotions, walking down to the apron. Brock didn't hold the ropes for her; he was hardly aware of the fact that she was even there. His mind was focused on his match.
Liz felt like her mind was slipping away as the cage lowered and the match started, one ref standing by her to open the cage. Her nails dug deep into her hands, and even the screams of the fans couldn't drag her attention back. She was standing here-watching an utterly pointless match, while her sister lay at the hospital, in a coma… Slowly sleeping her days away…
"STOP IT!" Vince's cries rang across the arena. Liz's eyes flickered open as she watched Kurt continue to hold the ankle lock. Slightly amused, she hooked her fingers around the steel and passed a side glance at the referee by the door, who was struggling to hide his grin. She didn't need to turn to the fans to see their approval; theirs was too clear-and loud-in her ears. Turning her eyes back to the match, she froze, her grip on the steel falling away. Her jaw dropped slightly.
'What the hell?'
She gaped as Brock delivered an F5 to Kurt. And then she saw the look passed between Vince and Brock. Her stomach dropped, and nausea overwhelmed her for a brief minute, as smiles slid across their faces.
And there was that pain that she was trying to avoid, ensnaring her heart from the inside. She'd let Brock too close too soon…and now he was signing a deal with the devil. Her pain burst into anger in frightening speed. She grabbed the door to the cage, and ran in.
Brock turned to her, stopping his kicks to the fallen Angle. He just smiled that devious smile, picked up Angle, and threw him into the steel cage. She rushed toward Brock, but Vince stopped her with a powerful blow to her forehead. Groaning, she tried to sweep his feet out from under her, but he leapt away, and darted behind her, wrenching her arms back so she'd have no leverage. He forced her to her knees, standing on her calves as he struggled to hold her. Even though she had no leverage, she was sure as hell trying to get free, but Vince was strong, but barely strong enough. She thrashed as Brock ripped off Angle's shirt, and continued his vicious assault.
Watching, she gritted her teeth, feeling her arms pull in their sockets as she pressed forward. Why was Brock turning on Kurt? Why was he going to Vince? Fury and pain pressed at her heart, only feeding to her struggle. Suddenly, she stopped as Brock headed over to her, Kurt panting, curled in a ball.
Vince let her go, and she rushed for Kurt. Brock simply reached out, grabbed her around the waist, and tossed her back into the turnbuckle. Vince walked over, handing him the WWE title as Kurt struggled to his feet.
Brock stepped away from Liz, and she didn't move, her anger turning to Brock. He smiled, handing her the title, and her stomach churned viciously. "Do it," he ordered, the words rolling off his lips, "For me."
She looked at him, jade eyes widening, as she realized. He knew the emotions that he caused her. He expected her to join him in his alliance. He thought that she was in love with him.
And in that moment, she learned that she never loved him. Never. Deep in her heart, as much as she hated to admit, she was still in love with Rob Van Dam. Once or twice, she wondered if what she felt for Brock was simply lust…but now she knew she was right.
He grinned at her, and her face changed completely. He had tried to weasel himself into her heart, and take her with him, away from everyone. And then he would've broken her.
Liz turned to him, fire sparking in her eyes once more as she turned to the man she had tried to convince herself she was in love with. Sourly, she knew that she was, in a way, using him. Using him as a distraction from Rob, when all she was doing was imagining Rob in her heart instead of Rob.
"DO IT!" Brock's voice came louder, and a mimic of his twisted smile appeared on her face as she replied.
"No," her voice sounded amused as she turned to him. He took a step closer, and she launched at him, swinging the title. Brock caught her wrists and the title fell to the ground. Her heart pounded ferociously as his grip tightened on her hands. With one swift movement, he brought her up onto his shoulders. Her hand snaked around his head, her fingers gouging his eyes. Quickly, he finished off the F5, furiously rubbing at his eyes.
Vince McMahon grinned, and eagerly pointed to Kurt, who was rushing at Brock. Brock met him, title in hand, and nearly decapitated the Olympic Champion with the title. Across the ring, Liz groaned, flipping an arm over her head. Brock turned to her, lifting her up once more. She didn't try and stop the punishment, but tightened her muscles, preparing for the inevitable impact.
Brock threw her at the steel with such velocity that her mostly limp body crashed against the steel and bounced over the ropes, hitting the mat. Brock continued his rampage on Kurt, and taunted him, pushing the title into his face, roaring that the title was his.
Liz took a shuddering breath, stinging pain in her back and leg as she opened one eye, to see Vince and Brock, one foot on Kurt's throat, their hands raised in the air. She slowly crawled toward Kurt as the two left the cage, walking confidently up the ramp. In a perfect world, the coldness that she sent in her glare would've frozen Brock to his death.
"Kurt?" she asked, lightly tapping his cheek. Kurt moaned in reply, and she looked back to Brock, who was laughing. Scowling, she lifted her hand, and flicked her middle finger up. She ignored Vince as he leapt in front of Brock, who tried to return to the ring. Instead, she pulled Kurt from the ring, looping his arm around her shoulder and walking up the ramp after the two had left. The process was hard, and she was relying on her right side, as her left leg had slammed into the steel, giving her muscles a nasty snap.
"Liz!" Jeff's voice rang through the hallways as she hit backstage.
"Can you give me a hand with him?" Liz panted, pain twisting up her left leg and her back.
Jeff slid next to Kurt's side, grabbing his arm around his own shoulders. "You okay?" he asked.
Liz scowled, "If I didn't have a match tonight I'd go and kick his arrogant ass." Jeff didn't speak until they were at the trainers. He watched; an odd look on his face as one of the doctors gave Liz the all-clear.
"I don't want you to go to that match," he said simply. She jerked her head up at his quiet voice, and her insides melted at the sad, lost look on his face. "Please," he added.
Liz looked down, biting her tongue again. She desperately wanted revenge…but what about Jeff? "I-I'm sorry Jeff," she whispered. "I have to."
Jeff stood up, walking over to her, running one hand up her arm as he said, flatly, his words laced with sadness, "I'm already losing one cousin," he murmured quietly, "I don't want to lose another."
Her lips trembled for a second, and then she hugged him tightly. As they broke apart, she stuttered, "Jeff, I have to do this… It's," her voice faltered, "It's my fault that Evolution took her. They wanted to hurt me, so they took her. I need revenge on them… If I don't, every time I look at them, I'll know that they won. That I didn't give them any fight." She looked up into Jeff's eyes and finished, "I'm sorry, Jeff."
He blinked away the tears in his eyes as he hugged her again, and whispered, "Promise me you'll be okay, Liz. Promise me."
She let a tear skitter down her face.
"I can't."
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Author's Note: Hope you liked this chapter! Yes, it's a bit of the 8-7 SD, but with a few changes. Okay, a ton of changes. We're at 27!! Only 3 more chapters until 30!! And when I post this thing, I think we're at 50,000 words! If it is, that's about 1,852 words per chapter! Not bad!!
On a side note, I was wondering what chapters, and which kind of chapter (like happy, fighting, sad, etc.) that you guys like!
Well, it's a 3 day weekend, so hopefully the next chapter will be up by Tuesday, but I'm not making any promises. Please review!
~LittleKnux2008~