All for One Thing
Chapter 3
Summerslam
Lita let out a long breath as she stood by the apron of the ring, her eyes focused completely on the ring. In it were the two most important men in her life: the man she loved with all of her heart, and the man she hated with it. The redhead cheered as Matt slammed Kane's forehead repeatedly into the uncovered turnbuckle, not caring that it was obviously illegal. Matt had started the match with momentum, but Kane had quickly regained it, bouncing back from anything Matt did. For what had seemed like years, but was only fifteen minutes, Kane had beat up on Matt. It had been then that Kane had made a mistake—accidentally shoving Matt into the referee. Matt had left the ring and returned, steel chair in hand. It took nearly half a dozen chair shots to the skull and neck to down the large man—and in his fury, Matt had added another six shots for good measure. Lita smiled as Matt signaled for the Twist of Fate. 'He's beating Kane...for me,' she thought, the smile on her face now sorrowful. The mat shook as Matt delivered the move.
'Now's the time to move,' Lita urged herself, and closed her eyes tightly for a moment, listening to the cheers reverberating throughout the arena as Matt climbed the turnbuckle. It was then that she succumbed to the rational voice in her head. Quickly, she slid onto the apron, standing up. The crowd's voices seemed to stop abruptly, confused at what she was doing. As Matt's hands left the turnbuckle and he stood, signaling for the leg drop, Lita stepped on the second rope, put her hands on the bottom of Matt's back, and shoved. Matt nearly flew off of the turnbuckle, doing a flip in midair before landing on his back. Lita stepped back, landing on her feet on the padded concrete outside of the ring. She winced at the way Matt's neck jerked.
The redhead clasped her hands together, fighting the tears springing to her eyes. It was for the best, she tried to tell herself. Her eyes remained stonily on the ring as she tried to shut out the negative screaming and shouting around her. Kane suddenly sat up in the ring, his gaze locking onto Lita's with a large grin. Lita stared right back, her emotion unchanging. 'I'm doing this out of my baby's best interests,' she thought, longing to say the words. 'Not out of any love for you, bastard,' she thought angrily, setting her jaw. Kane stood up, holding his arm out and moving his fingers. Matt stood up slowly, and Kane grasped him by the neck, pushing Matt's other arm over his outstretched arm. The ref began to come to.
Lita watched soundlessly as Kane delivered the chokeslam. She closed her eyes softly, and then opened them, realizing that Kane had not gone for the pin. He had stood once more, pulling Matt up by the hair. He lifted the smaller man upward with ease. Knowing what was coming, Lita looked away from the ring, eyes settling on the ring post. She fought to keep from wincing as the ring shook, Matt falling victim to a piledriver. To her silent pleas, Kane went for the cover, a smile still on his face. She wanted nothing more than to slide into that ring and slap the grin off of his face, but it was not to be.
"Your winner, by pin fall, Kane!" Lilian Garcia announced, the blonde's tone confused, laced with dread at Lita's decision.
Kane stood up, the same lopsided smile still on his face. He faced Lita as he raised his arms slowly. She stared straight back, any emotion leaving her face. His hands came down, and pyrotechnic fire burst from the turnbuckle pads. Lita slowly made her way to the stairs into the ring, taking her time. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Matt slowly slide from the ring, his hand gripping his neck. 'I'm sorry Matt,' she told him silently, 'Sorry to put you through this.' She turned her head to Kane as she stepped through the ropes. The crowd booed as they faced off, eyes boring into each other.
After a few moments, Lita walked forward and grasped Kane's wrist, and held his arm high in the air. Kane's lopsided, victorious grin appeared once more. The redhead tried not to let the boos get to her as they turned to every side of the ring, their arms raised in victory. When they stopped their circle-like movements, Lita dropped his arm and looked at the entrance ramp. Matt Hardy backed up it, his hand protectively grasping his neck as he stumbled up, barely able to stand on his own. His expression of betrayal and pain drilled into Lita. She didn't move, unable to break their eye contact.
Kane walked forward, wrapping his arms around Lita's waist and staring at Matt, triumphant grin biting into the other man. Lita stood stiffly as Matt's eyes moved to Kane. Matt turned on his heel, and burst past the navy curtain. The redhead turned to Kane, nodding to him. Taking a breath, she exited the ring, walking up the steel ramp. She was aware of Kane's presence a few steps behind her. As soon as they burst through the curtains, Kane's voice sounded. "I'll see you next week, Lita," he said, his tone mocking. She ignored him and the other wrestlers around her, taking off running. Minutes later, in a secluded area of the arena, she stopped, out of breath.
After a quick glance to make sure no one was around, she let her mask fall.
Matt Hardy blew past the trainers and the concerned friends as he walked toward his locker room, intent on getting to the hotel room as soon as possible. Shock was inside of him, and he clung to it, knowing that the pain was not far behind. 'After all we've done together... After everything...' he pushed the thoughts away, clenching his jaw against the unbidden tears in his eyes. He would not break down here, to the pitying eyes of the RAW roster. His hand shook as he opened the door to his locker room. Keeping up his quick pace, he grabbed his zipped up duffel bag, and swung around to the door once more.
It was a near miracle that he heard the sound of the envelope skidding across the floor. Brow furrowing, and wondering if it was just a waste of time, Matt dumped the duffel bag and picked up the white business envelope. He opened it, and held the hurriedly-written letter out. His heart caught in his throat as he read the letter.
Matt,
I'm sorry, but it had to be done. I can't tell you why, for your own good. Just, please, remember, I love you Matt. I always have, and I always will. And Matt?
Trust me.
-Lita
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