Title: Deep Passions
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Everyone has deep passions, but can any of those passions be strong enough to lead to murder? Pairing: Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish
Content warning: Nothing too bad in this chapter.
Knocking lightly on the door, Lita sighed. She might as well give Jeff her support before his match, since he was going to go through with it no matter what. As Chris shouted for her to come in, she placed her hand on the doorknob, pushing the door open.
"Hey Li. What's goin' on?" the blonde Canadian greeted her from his place on the couch. It was obvious to Lita that she'd interrupted something, but she pretended not to notice, walking over to Jeff, who was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room.
"Hey Chris. I just came to wish Jeff luck." She brought her attention to Jeff, who smiled at her. His smile was so comforting and reassuring. She could almost forget about the match for a second. Placing her hands on his chest and leaning into him, she looked up into his emerald green eyes. "Good luck babe. Please be careful. Please."
"I'll try. For you." Lita pressed her lips to his but before a second thought, they were interrupted by a certain Canadian's voice.
"Oh come on you guys. Save that for your room." Pulling apart, they both sent Chris a threatening look.
"I have to go." Jeff stole a quick kiss before heading for the door. He stopped and said, "Remember what we talked about Chris." That said, Jeff opened the door and began to walk out.
"Jeff." Jeff snapped around at the sound of Lita's voice. The look on her face calmed him, being that he was afraid she'd gotten worked up about the match again. "I don't hate you." Jeff smiled at her and pulled the door closed behind him.
Chris noticed the smile fade from Lita's face as the door closed. She dropped her head, the red hair cascading around her face. She began to fiddle with her fingers. Chris knew she felt guilty about the whole feud with Batista since she'd confided in him before. Every time Jeff had one of his matches with Batista or any member of Evolution, Lita would sit in the room with him. Chris hated watching her worry herself to death.
"Trust me Ames, if anything goes wrong, I'll be out there in a second." Lita's head snapped in his direction, an expression of gratitude present on her face. He motioned for her to come sit on the couch next to him.
When Lita plopped down on the couch, Chris wrapped his arms around her. "Don't worry about anything Ames. Batista may be a big guy. But Jeff is faster, more resilient, and smarter."
"Thanks for everything Chris. You're a really good friend." Lita sat up. She bit down on her lip, looking him in the eye. "Chris, I have a question."
"What's that?"
"Did Jeff tell you to keep me from running out there?" Chris smirked.
"Yea."
"Figures. Look, I need to take a walk. I'm gonna go out in the hall."
As Lita rose from the couch, Chris grabbed her arm. "Please don't run out there. I have everything covered. I don't need to get my ass kicked tonight."
Lita grinned at the pleading look on Chris's face. That guy sure was funny. "I promise. I'm staying backstage so that you won't get your ass kicked." Lita laughed, walking out into the hallway.
~*~*~
She needed to calm down. It couldn't be that bad. Chris was right. Jeff had a lot going for him against Batista. The only advantage Batista had was size. Jeff knew what he was doing. Besides, he promised to be careful. It couldn't possibly be that bad. Maybe she should have a little more faith in him instead of sitting back there getting all worked up over the match.
Walking a little further down the hall, Lita caught sight of a monitor. Jeff had just come down the ramp, and entered the ring. He was jumping on each turnbuckle, appealing to the crowd as he usually did. Lita felt all of her muscles loosen up. He seemed so confident. He was always confident. He knew just what he was doing.
An overwhelming feeling of nausea overtook her as Batista made his way to the ring. That man always sent chills up her spine. She could only imagine what he was thinking of doing to Jeff from the sadistic grin on his face. It never ceased to amaze her how a human being could be so sick.
Lita found herself getting closer to the tiny monitor as the match began. The match was going Jeff's way at first. But her heart jumped with every move he pulled with fear that something would go wrong or that Batista would just happen to get the upper hand. The bigger man was getting more and more agitated with each attack. Jeff was moving to fast for him. Lita was only afraid of what his anger might lead to.
And then just like that, Jeff was down from a devastating clothesline by that monster. That was only followed by that same sadistic smile he'd had coming down to the ring. Lita cringed at the joy that he found in putting Jeff in pain.
God, she just wanted to scream for Jeff. She wanted to be out there cheering him on and encouraging him. But she was stuck back there, watching Jeff be kicked around. Her breath caught in her throat as Batista lifted Jeff in the air, holding him there and showing off his strength, then with the greatest ease, he tossed him to the outside of the ring. Oh, what she'd do to be out there, helping him right now …
"Hey Lita." Lita spun around, her hand on her chest, her heart leaping into her throat. It was only Spike Dudley. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
She secretly chastised herself for being so silly and jumpy. She sent him a warm smile, letting him know he hadn't done anything wrong. "No, no, it's not your fault. I was just so into the match … how are you Spike?"
"Pretty good. Are you sure you're okay?" Lita couldn't help but feel a little bit of relief. Spike was a new friend she'd made over the past month. He was always nice to her, stopping in the hall to tell her hello and have a little conversation with her. He always made her feel a little better whenever she was stressed out. She never knew why he so suddenly started talking to her but she didn't mind. Jeff, however, was a little uncomfortable about the fact that Spike had taken to Lita all of a sudden. He didn't like it too much. Lita just laughed it off, figuring he was just a little jealous of the youngest Dudley brother.
"I'm fine really Spike. I was just way too in to the match."
"Okay. Just wonderin'. I guess I'll talk to you later then."
"Yea, see ya later Spike." Waving quickly to him, she immediately focused her attention back on the match on the monitor. Jeff was back up again. Both men weary continued to share blows with each other. Lita couldn't help but be amazed that the match hadn't gotten any dirtier than this. Batista was actually fighting fair for the time being.
Lita regretted the words as soon as they'd left her mouth, seeing Ric Flair run down to the ring, to distract the referee. Almost as soon as Ric Flair had gotten down to the ring, Chris came running down the hall. He and Lita shared a look of assurance. Lita knew Chris would help and everything would be fine. She needed to believe that. Jeff would win and be okay.
Who was she kiddin'? How could she not be worried? Evolution played everyone in the company like their puppets. They could do whatever they wanted. Ric Flair could be down their for any reason. They were probably trying to seriously hurt Jeff. They hated him almost as much as he hated them. Almost as much as she hated them. They'd threatened constantly to end Jeff's career. What if that was what they were up to now? What if Jeff wasn't okay? What if Chris couldn't help him?
Lita ran her fingers through her hair. She needed to calm down. Chris had everything under control. He promised to help Jeff. They'd be just fine. She watched the monitor as Chris ran down the ramp, colliding into Ric Flair, taking him down with a ton of blows to the head. All Jeff needed to do was finish the match, and he and Chris could get out of there.
"Are you watching your little boyfriend get beat up?"
Lita spun around to find none other than Randy Orton and Triple H. Those two were always looking for trouble. They lived to make everyone else miserable. And now it was Lita's turn to be miserable.
That voice of course belonged to Randy. She would recognize that ear-splitting, irritating voice anywhere. He stared at her with that revolting smile situated on his face. Lita backed away cautiously, until she felt the monitor pressing into her back.
"That's my husband for your information and he's doing just fine."
"Whatever. Maybe you shouldn't have such high hopes for that loser you call your husband." Triple H spat out at her from the left side of her. Each man was at each of her sides. If she wanted to run, there was no where for her to go. They had her trapped and cornered.
"Look at Batista Lita. Do you actually think your puny little husband can take him? I'd love to see him walk out of this one alive." Randy was almost breathing down her neck, he was so close. Lita turned her face slightly, anything to distance herself from that pompous jerk. It didn't matter what he said, she knew Jeff would do just fine. He was doing fine, last she saw.
"I think you upset her." Triple H teased, hitting Randy in the arm.
"That's okay. She knows the truth about her husband. Don't you Lita? Look at the bright side, once Batista destroys Jeff for good, you can get with a real man." Randy ran his hands up and down his sides, showcasing what he believed to be a real man.
"I would never leave Jeff. You'd have to kill me before I ever got with you." Lita knew it wasn't smart to piss Randy or Triple H off. She knew what they could and would do to a woman. They wouldn't pass up the opportunity to hurt anyone, male or female. Lucky enough for her, the only reaction she received was a couple laughs. Both men were amused by her bravery and boldness.
"You were always quick at the mouth Lita, weren't you? You're not as smart as I thought if you're willing to pass up this good-looking male for a dweeb like Jeff." Randy was in her ear now, so close that his breath tingled each hair in her ear. Lita ground her teeth, doing anything to avoid throwing up right in his face. He brought his hand up and stroked Lita's cheek, causing her to jerk away and shudder.
Randy grabbed a hold of Lita's chin, yanking her head back in his direction which caused her to whimper. "You always were such a stupid whore. I'm sure once Batista breaks Jeff, you'll wise up and let Randy Orton comfort you."
Lita felt the bile rise in her throat at the thought of Randy even touching her. Everything he'd said about Jeff had only made her sicker and angrier by the minute. And she just couldn't control the tremendous amount of rage she felt as he squeezed on her chin and spoke of Batista ending Jeff's career. She could hear Triple H's laughs echoing in her head over and over again. Randy's sick smile, his rough hand on her face, and Triple H's nauseating laughter made her want to explode. Without a second thought she pulled back and spit in Randy's face.
Lita became terrified as Randy's face filled with a pigment of red, and his eyes bulged out of his head. The veins were bulging out the side of his head, his shoulders shaking tremendously. Lita shrieked as he clasped her head in his hands and tossed her against the wall with such a strong force. Lita's head made a sickening thud upon contact with the wall. Her body slid to the ground and everything around her went black.
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Everyone has deep passions, but can any of those passions be strong enough to lead to murder? Pairing: Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish
Content warning: Nothing too bad in this chapter.
Knocking lightly on the door, Lita sighed. She might as well give Jeff her support before his match, since he was going to go through with it no matter what. As Chris shouted for her to come in, she placed her hand on the doorknob, pushing the door open.
"Hey Li. What's goin' on?" the blonde Canadian greeted her from his place on the couch. It was obvious to Lita that she'd interrupted something, but she pretended not to notice, walking over to Jeff, who was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room.
"Hey Chris. I just came to wish Jeff luck." She brought her attention to Jeff, who smiled at her. His smile was so comforting and reassuring. She could almost forget about the match for a second. Placing her hands on his chest and leaning into him, she looked up into his emerald green eyes. "Good luck babe. Please be careful. Please."
"I'll try. For you." Lita pressed her lips to his but before a second thought, they were interrupted by a certain Canadian's voice.
"Oh come on you guys. Save that for your room." Pulling apart, they both sent Chris a threatening look.
"I have to go." Jeff stole a quick kiss before heading for the door. He stopped and said, "Remember what we talked about Chris." That said, Jeff opened the door and began to walk out.
"Jeff." Jeff snapped around at the sound of Lita's voice. The look on her face calmed him, being that he was afraid she'd gotten worked up about the match again. "I don't hate you." Jeff smiled at her and pulled the door closed behind him.
Chris noticed the smile fade from Lita's face as the door closed. She dropped her head, the red hair cascading around her face. She began to fiddle with her fingers. Chris knew she felt guilty about the whole feud with Batista since she'd confided in him before. Every time Jeff had one of his matches with Batista or any member of Evolution, Lita would sit in the room with him. Chris hated watching her worry herself to death.
"Trust me Ames, if anything goes wrong, I'll be out there in a second." Lita's head snapped in his direction, an expression of gratitude present on her face. He motioned for her to come sit on the couch next to him.
When Lita plopped down on the couch, Chris wrapped his arms around her. "Don't worry about anything Ames. Batista may be a big guy. But Jeff is faster, more resilient, and smarter."
"Thanks for everything Chris. You're a really good friend." Lita sat up. She bit down on her lip, looking him in the eye. "Chris, I have a question."
"What's that?"
"Did Jeff tell you to keep me from running out there?" Chris smirked.
"Yea."
"Figures. Look, I need to take a walk. I'm gonna go out in the hall."
As Lita rose from the couch, Chris grabbed her arm. "Please don't run out there. I have everything covered. I don't need to get my ass kicked tonight."
Lita grinned at the pleading look on Chris's face. That guy sure was funny. "I promise. I'm staying backstage so that you won't get your ass kicked." Lita laughed, walking out into the hallway.
~*~*~
She needed to calm down. It couldn't be that bad. Chris was right. Jeff had a lot going for him against Batista. The only advantage Batista had was size. Jeff knew what he was doing. Besides, he promised to be careful. It couldn't possibly be that bad. Maybe she should have a little more faith in him instead of sitting back there getting all worked up over the match.
Walking a little further down the hall, Lita caught sight of a monitor. Jeff had just come down the ramp, and entered the ring. He was jumping on each turnbuckle, appealing to the crowd as he usually did. Lita felt all of her muscles loosen up. He seemed so confident. He was always confident. He knew just what he was doing.
An overwhelming feeling of nausea overtook her as Batista made his way to the ring. That man always sent chills up her spine. She could only imagine what he was thinking of doing to Jeff from the sadistic grin on his face. It never ceased to amaze her how a human being could be so sick.
Lita found herself getting closer to the tiny monitor as the match began. The match was going Jeff's way at first. But her heart jumped with every move he pulled with fear that something would go wrong or that Batista would just happen to get the upper hand. The bigger man was getting more and more agitated with each attack. Jeff was moving to fast for him. Lita was only afraid of what his anger might lead to.
And then just like that, Jeff was down from a devastating clothesline by that monster. That was only followed by that same sadistic smile he'd had coming down to the ring. Lita cringed at the joy that he found in putting Jeff in pain.
God, she just wanted to scream for Jeff. She wanted to be out there cheering him on and encouraging him. But she was stuck back there, watching Jeff be kicked around. Her breath caught in her throat as Batista lifted Jeff in the air, holding him there and showing off his strength, then with the greatest ease, he tossed him to the outside of the ring. Oh, what she'd do to be out there, helping him right now …
"Hey Lita." Lita spun around, her hand on her chest, her heart leaping into her throat. It was only Spike Dudley. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
She secretly chastised herself for being so silly and jumpy. She sent him a warm smile, letting him know he hadn't done anything wrong. "No, no, it's not your fault. I was just so into the match … how are you Spike?"
"Pretty good. Are you sure you're okay?" Lita couldn't help but feel a little bit of relief. Spike was a new friend she'd made over the past month. He was always nice to her, stopping in the hall to tell her hello and have a little conversation with her. He always made her feel a little better whenever she was stressed out. She never knew why he so suddenly started talking to her but she didn't mind. Jeff, however, was a little uncomfortable about the fact that Spike had taken to Lita all of a sudden. He didn't like it too much. Lita just laughed it off, figuring he was just a little jealous of the youngest Dudley brother.
"I'm fine really Spike. I was just way too in to the match."
"Okay. Just wonderin'. I guess I'll talk to you later then."
"Yea, see ya later Spike." Waving quickly to him, she immediately focused her attention back on the match on the monitor. Jeff was back up again. Both men weary continued to share blows with each other. Lita couldn't help but be amazed that the match hadn't gotten any dirtier than this. Batista was actually fighting fair for the time being.
Lita regretted the words as soon as they'd left her mouth, seeing Ric Flair run down to the ring, to distract the referee. Almost as soon as Ric Flair had gotten down to the ring, Chris came running down the hall. He and Lita shared a look of assurance. Lita knew Chris would help and everything would be fine. She needed to believe that. Jeff would win and be okay.
Who was she kiddin'? How could she not be worried? Evolution played everyone in the company like their puppets. They could do whatever they wanted. Ric Flair could be down their for any reason. They were probably trying to seriously hurt Jeff. They hated him almost as much as he hated them. Almost as much as she hated them. They'd threatened constantly to end Jeff's career. What if that was what they were up to now? What if Jeff wasn't okay? What if Chris couldn't help him?
Lita ran her fingers through her hair. She needed to calm down. Chris had everything under control. He promised to help Jeff. They'd be just fine. She watched the monitor as Chris ran down the ramp, colliding into Ric Flair, taking him down with a ton of blows to the head. All Jeff needed to do was finish the match, and he and Chris could get out of there.
"Are you watching your little boyfriend get beat up?"
Lita spun around to find none other than Randy Orton and Triple H. Those two were always looking for trouble. They lived to make everyone else miserable. And now it was Lita's turn to be miserable.
That voice of course belonged to Randy. She would recognize that ear-splitting, irritating voice anywhere. He stared at her with that revolting smile situated on his face. Lita backed away cautiously, until she felt the monitor pressing into her back.
"That's my husband for your information and he's doing just fine."
"Whatever. Maybe you shouldn't have such high hopes for that loser you call your husband." Triple H spat out at her from the left side of her. Each man was at each of her sides. If she wanted to run, there was no where for her to go. They had her trapped and cornered.
"Look at Batista Lita. Do you actually think your puny little husband can take him? I'd love to see him walk out of this one alive." Randy was almost breathing down her neck, he was so close. Lita turned her face slightly, anything to distance herself from that pompous jerk. It didn't matter what he said, she knew Jeff would do just fine. He was doing fine, last she saw.
"I think you upset her." Triple H teased, hitting Randy in the arm.
"That's okay. She knows the truth about her husband. Don't you Lita? Look at the bright side, once Batista destroys Jeff for good, you can get with a real man." Randy ran his hands up and down his sides, showcasing what he believed to be a real man.
"I would never leave Jeff. You'd have to kill me before I ever got with you." Lita knew it wasn't smart to piss Randy or Triple H off. She knew what they could and would do to a woman. They wouldn't pass up the opportunity to hurt anyone, male or female. Lucky enough for her, the only reaction she received was a couple laughs. Both men were amused by her bravery and boldness.
"You were always quick at the mouth Lita, weren't you? You're not as smart as I thought if you're willing to pass up this good-looking male for a dweeb like Jeff." Randy was in her ear now, so close that his breath tingled each hair in her ear. Lita ground her teeth, doing anything to avoid throwing up right in his face. He brought his hand up and stroked Lita's cheek, causing her to jerk away and shudder.
Randy grabbed a hold of Lita's chin, yanking her head back in his direction which caused her to whimper. "You always were such a stupid whore. I'm sure once Batista breaks Jeff, you'll wise up and let Randy Orton comfort you."
Lita felt the bile rise in her throat at the thought of Randy even touching her. Everything he'd said about Jeff had only made her sicker and angrier by the minute. And she just couldn't control the tremendous amount of rage she felt as he squeezed on her chin and spoke of Batista ending Jeff's career. She could hear Triple H's laughs echoing in her head over and over again. Randy's sick smile, his rough hand on her face, and Triple H's nauseating laughter made her want to explode. Without a second thought she pulled back and spit in Randy's face.
Lita became terrified as Randy's face filled with a pigment of red, and his eyes bulged out of his head. The veins were bulging out the side of his head, his shoulders shaking tremendously. Lita shrieked as he clasped her head in his hands and tossed her against the wall with such a strong force. Lita's head made a sickening thud upon contact with the wall. Her body slid to the ground and everything around her went black.