TITLE: False Appearances.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: M 15 +.
CONTENT: The following few chapters deal with attempted rape. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further.
SUMMARY: When Lita lies to cover up the way she really feels about Jeff, will she end up in more trouble? Jeff/Trish, Jeff/Lita, Lita/Randy Orton + many more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any affiliation with anything or anyone from the WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: It's been so long since I've posted... I need the feedback so I know you guys are still here and reading! Any notes and comments would be greatly appreciated guys! It's always welcome.
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Pushing himself off the floor, Randy Orton sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth. He glanced towards the door that had slammed shut behind the redheaded woman as she fled from his room. His eyes narrowed as he stood, the pain shooting from his groin up to his stomach. Damn, that sure was one hell of a kick that woman had.
Slowly, Randy made his way to the bed. He sat down on the side carefully, wincing slightly and squeezing his eyes from the pain. The brunette man sat still for a moment, resuming his breathing back to a normal rate before reaching for the phone and dialling. He put the receiver to his ear, and waited as he listened to the dial tone.
The phone rang, and rang, and rang. No one answered. Frustrated, he slammed the phone back down on the handle, and raked a hand through his dark locks. Damn it, damn it, damn it. Growling to himself, Randy picked the phone up again, pressing the redial button. Pressing the receiver to his ear once more, he waited as the phone rang again. And again. And again. Still no answer.
"Goddamn it Lita!!"
Thrusting the phone heavily back onto it's handle, Randy got up from his position on the edge of the bed and paced around his room. He didn't know what to do next. Things were going so well with Lita, and then this shit just had to happen. Angry at himself for allowing this slip to happen, the dark haired man kicked at the bed post, causing a blunt, throbbing pain to fill his toe which caused his entire foot to ache. But that didn't matter.
He had to talk to Lita. He had to sort this out. He had to sort this stupid, stupid mistake out.
Sitting back on his bed with an aggravated sigh, Randy's thoughts flashed back to what had happened just minutes earlier. The night had been going so well. Just him and Lita, enjoying each other's company. Things were looking so good. And then when things started heating up between them... well, he had been pretty pleased. He'd been looking forward to moving onto the next level with his relationship with Lita, and he thought that tonight might have been the night that it happened.
Randy held his head in his hands as he berated himself. He was such a stupid idiot for letting his out of control libido get in the way. All he had to do was be a bit more gentle, a little slower, slightly more considerate of how Lita was feeling... and maybe she would still be here with him. They would probably be in bed right now - kissing, caressing.... If he had just been a little more patient, he probably would already have what he wanted.
He had to fix this. Now.
If Lita wasn't going to answer her phone, then Randy would go straight to her room and talk with her, face to face. Then he would get this all fixed, and everything could go back to the way it was. He would have Lita again, and she would be his. It would work out okay.
Standing from the bed once more, Randy straightened himself out, smoothing his shirt down and erasing the wrinkles in the material. He ran a hand through his hair, tidying his chopped locks. He cleared his throat, and made his way out the door of his hotel room, closing it behind him. Making sure his door was locked, Randy headed towards Lita's room.
As he walked casually towards Lita's hotel room, Randy glanced at the numbers on the doors he passed. 322, 323, 324, 325.... Ah, here we go. Room number 326. Right at the end of the hallway; quiet, secluded, and away from the other crowded rooms. Not that many of the rooms would be full or even occupied tonight... Randy knew for a fact that many of the other WWE superstars had gone out for the evening.
Glancing around carefully, the brunette man knocked on the door.
No answer.
He knocked again, this time with slightly more force.
Still no answer.
"Lita?" He leant in close towards the wooden door. "Lita? It's me, Randy. I just wanted to..." He trailed off as he put his ear closer to the door, and heard the faint sounds of crying floating through the wood.
"Lita, please let me in. I know you're in there."
He heard some sharp gasps for air, and then the crying became slightly louder. A yell drifted through. "GO AWAY!"
Randy frowned, and placed his hand on the door knob, trying to open the door only to find that it was locked. "Sweetheart, let me in."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
His frown deepening, Randy leant on the door. "Please, Lita. Don't be so stubborn. I know you're upset, and I want to be able to make you feel better. I want to talk to you, that's all. I just want to apologise for what happened and explain why I did what I did and -"
"I don't think anyone wants to hear any explanations from you."
Randy's gaze turned from on the door, to the man who was now standing beside him. He rolled his eyes at the figure, pushing himself off from the door and standing straight. His hazel eyes narrowed as he spoke. "Can I help you with anything, or are you just gonna stand there and piss me off?"
Jeff Hardy sent the brunette man a smug smirk. "You know what Randy, you can help me with something. You can help me by getting out of the way." Jeff gestured to Lita's door. "See, I have a very close friend in there who's crying her eyes out at the moment because her dickhead of a boyfriend just tried to rape her."
The dark haired man folded his arms over his chest, and nodded at Jeff. "Oh, don't worry. I didn't do anything she didn't ask for."
Growling dangerously, Jeff rushed at Randy, grabbing him by his shirt and throwing him against the hotel wall. He held him there, glaring at him menacingly with nostrils flaring and eyes blazing. Each time Randy fought to get out of the vice like grip, Jeff slammed him against the wall a little harder.
"You listen here, Orton. I'm onto you. I've been onto you since day one. You may have been able to fool Lita and the others with your "misguided, but sensitive" act, but I was never fooled. I watched, just waiting.. just WAITING... until you slipped up and showed yourself for what you really are. And guess what? You just slipped up."
"So a mistake was made. Do you really think it's going to make a difference? I will have that redhead crawling back to me on her hands and knees by the end of the night. SHE will beg ME to forgive her. And then I'm going to fuck that hot piece of ass until she screams for me to stop. And you listen closely to this, Hardy." Randy smiled wickedly, still pinned up against the wall. His voice lowered to a whisper. "There's not a damn thing you can do about it."
Without a moment's hesitation, Jeff pulled his fist back and then thrust it forward into Randy's jaw, the brunette man clutching at his face with a yell of pain. Then as he left himself unguarded, Jeff brought his knee up to send a blow to Randy's stomach. He doubled over in pain, crumbling to the floor with a pained grimace on his face.
Jeff stood over him, a finger pointed at him threateningly. "You dare talk about Lita that way again, and I will kill you."
Randy squinted up at Jeff through the shooting pain in his gut, and the throbbing ache in his jaw. He opened his mouth to speak when the hotel room door before them inched open, a meek face peering through the small gap. Both men turned to look at the redhead, not saying a word.
"Jeff, you're here." She whispered as she opened the door a little more, revealing her red and swollen eyes and her tear streaked face. "What's going on?"
The youngest Hardy brother stepped toward Lita, his arms outstretched. "I caught this asshole out here, trying to come in, and I decided to give him a piece of my mind." He looked down at Randy quickly, then back at Lita. "Or should I say I gave him a piece of my fist."
Lita's eyes flew to Randy on the floor, still wincing with pain. She sobbed quietly, tripping over her words. "Y-you hit him?"
"You're damn right I hit him! How could I not? He was saying that -"
"All I was trying to say, before Mr Macho here decked me, was that I had to see you and explain what happened." Randy's eyes locked onto Lita. "Lita, honey... I'm so sorry."
The door now fully open, Lita stood in the door way sniffling and biting her lip to keep from crying more. "You can't just say sorry and expect me to forgive you like that, Randy. It doesn't work that way. What you tried to do in there just then..." She paused, taking a breath. "I don't understand why or how you could do that."
The dark haired man looked up at Lita, ignoring Jeff's form that stood beside him. "I don't know what came over me. I had so many thoughts and feelings running through me and I somehow just couldn't control myself and..."
"Oh, please." Jeff scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "He's obviously lying, Li. Just trying to cover up for himself."
Lita looked at Jeff timidly, her head ducking slightly. "I want to hear him out, Jeff."
"Lita!?" Jeff stepped towards her again, arms out and palms upturned. A look of disbelief was sitting firmly on his features as he looked at his friend.
"Jeff, please, be quiet for a moment. I just want to hear what Randy has to say."
Jeff turned around, facing the wall. He threw his hands up in the air and muttered to himself, "I can't believe this. I just can't fucking believe it."
Lita glanced down at Randy, who was still slouched up against the wall, his hand running over his swollen jaw. She cleared her throat. "Randy, ignore Jeff. Just please, tell me why I should forgive you for that? Why I should even listen to you?"
He looked up at her, his eyes full and moist. He spoke, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just got so caught up in the moment... you know? I was with you and we were having such a good time and things just got so heated... I'm so, so sorry... and then I was just so confused, because I had all those things Jeff has said about you running in my head and even though that's not the reason I wanted to be with you, they were still there, and I was trying to fight the way I felt and -"
"Wait a minute." Both Lita and Jeff turned to face Randy, Lita speaking first. "What 'things' that Jeff has said?"
Randy's eyes opened wide, as if he had just realised something. "Oh, I don't know if you want to hear this, Lita. I think it's better off if you don't know. It might be too hard for you to hear."
Lita turned to look at Jeff, her eyes quizzing him as she breathed in shallow breaths.
Jeff shrugged. "I don't have a clue about what he's talking about."
Turning back to give her full attention to Randy, Lita repeated her words. "What 'things' that Jeff said, Randy. And just tell me this time, okay? I can handle hearing it."
Before he continued speaking, Randy took in a deep breath, still crouched on the floor. "After you guys had broken up, Jeff was going around the locker room telling all of us guys that you were a great lay - easy, too - and that the only reason he had put up with you for so long was because you were such a little fireball in bed."
"Lita, that's not true!" Jeff turned to the redhead once more, shaking his head emphatically. "I would never, ever say anything like that about you... not to anyone! I swear I never said that! That piece of shit is making it all up!"
Lita's red and swollen eyes began to tear up once again as she frowned at Jeff. "I can't believe it."
"Good! Don't believe it, because it isn't true!!"
"I'm sorry Lita. But I had all of that in my head, and it just kind of drove me to do what I did. I find you so incredibly attractive and beautiful, and I thought that you wanted to be with me... and things just kind of got out of hand from there." Randy swallowed hard, slowly getting up from his position on the floor to stand in front of Lita. "I never meant to hurt you."
Still Lita glared at Jeff, her tears spilling over her cheeks as she blinked rapidly. "You son of a bitch."
Jeff moved towards Lita quickly, but she instinctively took a step back. Surprised by the amount of pain he felt at her need to distance herself from him, Jeff took in a breath. "How can you believe him over me?" He frowned, unable to comprehend what was happening. "He's lying! He's the bad guy here, Lita. Not me. He's the one who tried to rape you! And just a few minutes ago he was BRAGGING about it!"
"I can't apologise enough for what happened in my room earlier, Lita. You have to know I regret everything I did. You have to believe me." Randy locked eyes with the woman. "I think I'm falling for you Lita. And I don't want to lose you. Besides, just think about this: has Jeff ever apologised for hurting you as much as he did? For dumping you, and then two months later getting involved with one of your closest friends? Has he ever said that he never wanted to hurt you?"
There was a silence as Lita wiped the tears away from her eyes, and chewed on her bottom lip nervously as she eyed both men standing in front of her. Her entire body shaking, and her lip quivering, Lita opened her door a little more. "Randy, come in."
Randy moved forward, entering her hotel room. Lita looked steadily at Jeff, who stood frowning in confusion and anger. "Lita, I..."
She shook her head slowly, not allowing him to finish. She closed the door, leaving Jeff standing in the hotel corridor alone, confused, and absolutely furious.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: M 15 +.
CONTENT: The following few chapters deal with attempted rape. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further.
SUMMARY: When Lita lies to cover up the way she really feels about Jeff, will she end up in more trouble? Jeff/Trish, Jeff/Lita, Lita/Randy Orton + many more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any affiliation with anything or anyone from the WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: It's been so long since I've posted... I need the feedback so I know you guys are still here and reading! Any notes and comments would be greatly appreciated guys! It's always welcome.
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Pushing himself off the floor, Randy Orton sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth. He glanced towards the door that had slammed shut behind the redheaded woman as she fled from his room. His eyes narrowed as he stood, the pain shooting from his groin up to his stomach. Damn, that sure was one hell of a kick that woman had.
Slowly, Randy made his way to the bed. He sat down on the side carefully, wincing slightly and squeezing his eyes from the pain. The brunette man sat still for a moment, resuming his breathing back to a normal rate before reaching for the phone and dialling. He put the receiver to his ear, and waited as he listened to the dial tone.
The phone rang, and rang, and rang. No one answered. Frustrated, he slammed the phone back down on the handle, and raked a hand through his dark locks. Damn it, damn it, damn it. Growling to himself, Randy picked the phone up again, pressing the redial button. Pressing the receiver to his ear once more, he waited as the phone rang again. And again. And again. Still no answer.
"Goddamn it Lita!!"
Thrusting the phone heavily back onto it's handle, Randy got up from his position on the edge of the bed and paced around his room. He didn't know what to do next. Things were going so well with Lita, and then this shit just had to happen. Angry at himself for allowing this slip to happen, the dark haired man kicked at the bed post, causing a blunt, throbbing pain to fill his toe which caused his entire foot to ache. But that didn't matter.
He had to talk to Lita. He had to sort this out. He had to sort this stupid, stupid mistake out.
Sitting back on his bed with an aggravated sigh, Randy's thoughts flashed back to what had happened just minutes earlier. The night had been going so well. Just him and Lita, enjoying each other's company. Things were looking so good. And then when things started heating up between them... well, he had been pretty pleased. He'd been looking forward to moving onto the next level with his relationship with Lita, and he thought that tonight might have been the night that it happened.
Randy held his head in his hands as he berated himself. He was such a stupid idiot for letting his out of control libido get in the way. All he had to do was be a bit more gentle, a little slower, slightly more considerate of how Lita was feeling... and maybe she would still be here with him. They would probably be in bed right now - kissing, caressing.... If he had just been a little more patient, he probably would already have what he wanted.
He had to fix this. Now.
If Lita wasn't going to answer her phone, then Randy would go straight to her room and talk with her, face to face. Then he would get this all fixed, and everything could go back to the way it was. He would have Lita again, and she would be his. It would work out okay.
Standing from the bed once more, Randy straightened himself out, smoothing his shirt down and erasing the wrinkles in the material. He ran a hand through his hair, tidying his chopped locks. He cleared his throat, and made his way out the door of his hotel room, closing it behind him. Making sure his door was locked, Randy headed towards Lita's room.
As he walked casually towards Lita's hotel room, Randy glanced at the numbers on the doors he passed. 322, 323, 324, 325.... Ah, here we go. Room number 326. Right at the end of the hallway; quiet, secluded, and away from the other crowded rooms. Not that many of the rooms would be full or even occupied tonight... Randy knew for a fact that many of the other WWE superstars had gone out for the evening.
Glancing around carefully, the brunette man knocked on the door.
No answer.
He knocked again, this time with slightly more force.
Still no answer.
"Lita?" He leant in close towards the wooden door. "Lita? It's me, Randy. I just wanted to..." He trailed off as he put his ear closer to the door, and heard the faint sounds of crying floating through the wood.
"Lita, please let me in. I know you're in there."
He heard some sharp gasps for air, and then the crying became slightly louder. A yell drifted through. "GO AWAY!"
Randy frowned, and placed his hand on the door knob, trying to open the door only to find that it was locked. "Sweetheart, let me in."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
His frown deepening, Randy leant on the door. "Please, Lita. Don't be so stubborn. I know you're upset, and I want to be able to make you feel better. I want to talk to you, that's all. I just want to apologise for what happened and explain why I did what I did and -"
"I don't think anyone wants to hear any explanations from you."
Randy's gaze turned from on the door, to the man who was now standing beside him. He rolled his eyes at the figure, pushing himself off from the door and standing straight. His hazel eyes narrowed as he spoke. "Can I help you with anything, or are you just gonna stand there and piss me off?"
Jeff Hardy sent the brunette man a smug smirk. "You know what Randy, you can help me with something. You can help me by getting out of the way." Jeff gestured to Lita's door. "See, I have a very close friend in there who's crying her eyes out at the moment because her dickhead of a boyfriend just tried to rape her."
The dark haired man folded his arms over his chest, and nodded at Jeff. "Oh, don't worry. I didn't do anything she didn't ask for."
Growling dangerously, Jeff rushed at Randy, grabbing him by his shirt and throwing him against the hotel wall. He held him there, glaring at him menacingly with nostrils flaring and eyes blazing. Each time Randy fought to get out of the vice like grip, Jeff slammed him against the wall a little harder.
"You listen here, Orton. I'm onto you. I've been onto you since day one. You may have been able to fool Lita and the others with your "misguided, but sensitive" act, but I was never fooled. I watched, just waiting.. just WAITING... until you slipped up and showed yourself for what you really are. And guess what? You just slipped up."
"So a mistake was made. Do you really think it's going to make a difference? I will have that redhead crawling back to me on her hands and knees by the end of the night. SHE will beg ME to forgive her. And then I'm going to fuck that hot piece of ass until she screams for me to stop. And you listen closely to this, Hardy." Randy smiled wickedly, still pinned up against the wall. His voice lowered to a whisper. "There's not a damn thing you can do about it."
Without a moment's hesitation, Jeff pulled his fist back and then thrust it forward into Randy's jaw, the brunette man clutching at his face with a yell of pain. Then as he left himself unguarded, Jeff brought his knee up to send a blow to Randy's stomach. He doubled over in pain, crumbling to the floor with a pained grimace on his face.
Jeff stood over him, a finger pointed at him threateningly. "You dare talk about Lita that way again, and I will kill you."
Randy squinted up at Jeff through the shooting pain in his gut, and the throbbing ache in his jaw. He opened his mouth to speak when the hotel room door before them inched open, a meek face peering through the small gap. Both men turned to look at the redhead, not saying a word.
"Jeff, you're here." She whispered as she opened the door a little more, revealing her red and swollen eyes and her tear streaked face. "What's going on?"
The youngest Hardy brother stepped toward Lita, his arms outstretched. "I caught this asshole out here, trying to come in, and I decided to give him a piece of my mind." He looked down at Randy quickly, then back at Lita. "Or should I say I gave him a piece of my fist."
Lita's eyes flew to Randy on the floor, still wincing with pain. She sobbed quietly, tripping over her words. "Y-you hit him?"
"You're damn right I hit him! How could I not? He was saying that -"
"All I was trying to say, before Mr Macho here decked me, was that I had to see you and explain what happened." Randy's eyes locked onto Lita. "Lita, honey... I'm so sorry."
The door now fully open, Lita stood in the door way sniffling and biting her lip to keep from crying more. "You can't just say sorry and expect me to forgive you like that, Randy. It doesn't work that way. What you tried to do in there just then..." She paused, taking a breath. "I don't understand why or how you could do that."
The dark haired man looked up at Lita, ignoring Jeff's form that stood beside him. "I don't know what came over me. I had so many thoughts and feelings running through me and I somehow just couldn't control myself and..."
"Oh, please." Jeff scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "He's obviously lying, Li. Just trying to cover up for himself."
Lita looked at Jeff timidly, her head ducking slightly. "I want to hear him out, Jeff."
"Lita!?" Jeff stepped towards her again, arms out and palms upturned. A look of disbelief was sitting firmly on his features as he looked at his friend.
"Jeff, please, be quiet for a moment. I just want to hear what Randy has to say."
Jeff turned around, facing the wall. He threw his hands up in the air and muttered to himself, "I can't believe this. I just can't fucking believe it."
Lita glanced down at Randy, who was still slouched up against the wall, his hand running over his swollen jaw. She cleared her throat. "Randy, ignore Jeff. Just please, tell me why I should forgive you for that? Why I should even listen to you?"
He looked up at her, his eyes full and moist. He spoke, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just got so caught up in the moment... you know? I was with you and we were having such a good time and things just got so heated... I'm so, so sorry... and then I was just so confused, because I had all those things Jeff has said about you running in my head and even though that's not the reason I wanted to be with you, they were still there, and I was trying to fight the way I felt and -"
"Wait a minute." Both Lita and Jeff turned to face Randy, Lita speaking first. "What 'things' that Jeff has said?"
Randy's eyes opened wide, as if he had just realised something. "Oh, I don't know if you want to hear this, Lita. I think it's better off if you don't know. It might be too hard for you to hear."
Lita turned to look at Jeff, her eyes quizzing him as she breathed in shallow breaths.
Jeff shrugged. "I don't have a clue about what he's talking about."
Turning back to give her full attention to Randy, Lita repeated her words. "What 'things' that Jeff said, Randy. And just tell me this time, okay? I can handle hearing it."
Before he continued speaking, Randy took in a deep breath, still crouched on the floor. "After you guys had broken up, Jeff was going around the locker room telling all of us guys that you were a great lay - easy, too - and that the only reason he had put up with you for so long was because you were such a little fireball in bed."
"Lita, that's not true!" Jeff turned to the redhead once more, shaking his head emphatically. "I would never, ever say anything like that about you... not to anyone! I swear I never said that! That piece of shit is making it all up!"
Lita's red and swollen eyes began to tear up once again as she frowned at Jeff. "I can't believe it."
"Good! Don't believe it, because it isn't true!!"
"I'm sorry Lita. But I had all of that in my head, and it just kind of drove me to do what I did. I find you so incredibly attractive and beautiful, and I thought that you wanted to be with me... and things just kind of got out of hand from there." Randy swallowed hard, slowly getting up from his position on the floor to stand in front of Lita. "I never meant to hurt you."
Still Lita glared at Jeff, her tears spilling over her cheeks as she blinked rapidly. "You son of a bitch."
Jeff moved towards Lita quickly, but she instinctively took a step back. Surprised by the amount of pain he felt at her need to distance herself from him, Jeff took in a breath. "How can you believe him over me?" He frowned, unable to comprehend what was happening. "He's lying! He's the bad guy here, Lita. Not me. He's the one who tried to rape you! And just a few minutes ago he was BRAGGING about it!"
"I can't apologise enough for what happened in my room earlier, Lita. You have to know I regret everything I did. You have to believe me." Randy locked eyes with the woman. "I think I'm falling for you Lita. And I don't want to lose you. Besides, just think about this: has Jeff ever apologised for hurting you as much as he did? For dumping you, and then two months later getting involved with one of your closest friends? Has he ever said that he never wanted to hurt you?"
There was a silence as Lita wiped the tears away from her eyes, and chewed on her bottom lip nervously as she eyed both men standing in front of her. Her entire body shaking, and her lip quivering, Lita opened her door a little more. "Randy, come in."
Randy moved forward, entering her hotel room. Lita looked steadily at Jeff, who stood frowning in confusion and anger. "Lita, I..."
She shook her head slowly, not allowing him to finish. She closed the door, leaving Jeff standing in the hotel corridor alone, confused, and absolutely furious.