TITLE: All My Love.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: So far it's been pretty tame. So PG-13. But it might go up to an R later. Maybe.
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), Sexual themes, and Violence. All
the things that make a good fic! hehe. Also in the next few chapters there will be assault.. so, if anyone's offended, turn away!
SUMMARY: Lita gets a secret admirer... That turns out to be more than a little creepy. Lita/Jeff pairing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince
McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I love to recieve feedback - but then again, don't all authors? Praise welcome, but I'd like to know exactly what worked/didn't work for you.
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Lita picked up her belongings that were scattered around the women's locker room. She found her brush sitting on one bench, her jacket was sitting in a corner, her bottle of water sitting on one of the desks. As she made her way around the room, collecting the objects, she realized just how messy she could be when she was nervous.
She paused for a moment to stop and think about what would be happening in a few minutes. Jeff was already out near the entrance, waiting for his cue to go on stage. He'd be facing Hunter, in a hardcore match. Anything goes. No disqualifications. Any weapon you can get a hold on is legal. Pinfall anywhere.. it wasn't a match, really. It was a brawl.
Jeff was insane to request it.
She snapped out her thoughts, realizing she still had to meet Trish in the Dudley Boys locker room. They were both staying there to watch Jeff's match, as ordered by Jeff and Bubba. They didn't want either of them to be alone, or in harm's way. Matt would be out at ringside, watching over Jeff. And of course both the Dudley's were awaiting the perfect chance to rush down and put Triple H through a table.
Lita glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall. Not long now until the match began. She felt her knees grow weak, her stomach churn, and her heart beat faster. God, she hoped Jeff would be okay. She knew he had all the talent and skill to beat Triple H down. But this was a hardcore match. And he was facing one of the toughest guys in the company. A guy who wouldn't be afraid to resort to dirty tactics if he had too.
The redhead took one last glance around the room, making sure she had picked up everything that belonged to her. After the match, they probably wouldn't want to hang around the arena, whatever way the result went. As far as she was concerned, as soon as the match was over, they were out of there.
She slung her bag over her shoulder and turned to face the door.
"Hello sweetheart."
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"Making his way to the ring, from Cameron, North Carolina - Jeff Hardy! And accompanying him to the ring, Matt Hardy!" Lilian Garcia's voice roared over the arena, and the fans went wild as The Hardy Boyz theme was played from the speakers.
As Jeff and Matt entered the stage, Jeff was moshing to his entrance music and playing up to the fans. He couldn't help but wonder what they all thought this match was about. There was no feud between him and Triple H. This wasn't a title shot. This was just a plain, old hardcore match. No rules, just a lot of weapons. Surely, the crowd must think it was a little strange.
He had one hell of a time trying to convince Vince to allow this match to happen. Vince didn't quite understand it either - why Jeff would possibly want to go out and be put into a hardcore rules match against Triple H - of all people. But he agreed in the end. Probably due to the fact that Jeff had promised him that it would be a brutal match. And Vince wasn't stupid. He knew that the fans liked brutal.
Jeff slid into the ring, stepping up onto the turnbuckles and signalling to the crowds. His heart was pumping, his breaths were short and nervous. Was he scared? Hell yeah. He was about to go one on one against Triple H. A guy who had built his infamous reputation on being one of the most savage competitors in the business. Yeah, he had Matt by his side, and he had both the Dudley's lying in wait backstage. But he was still going to be in the ring, one on one, with Hunter Hearst Helmsley.
Soon, his music stopped, and Jeff awaited Hunter's entrance. A few seconds passed, and he threw a curious look at Lilian. The small blonde shrugged, showing him she had no idea what was going on either. He looked at his brother, who was standing at ringside. He shrugged too.
Jeff frowned, facing the entrance. He could hear the crowd questioning each other, wanting to know what the hell was going on. And he felt the same way.
Where the hell was Triple H?
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"Don't come near me."
Hunter smirked devilishly, his hair falling into his face. "What, no hello kiss?" He stepped closer and closer to Lita, the door shut behind him.
Lita backed away as he neared, not wanting to let him anywhere near her. She tried to keep her voice calm, and steady as she spoke. "What do you want Hunter?" She hoped she didn't sound as terrified as she felt. "Too scared to go out there and face Jeff?"
"Oh, I'll get to the Hardy kid - both of them - soon enough. But first, I wanted to spend a little quality time with you." He kept his pace even, stepping towards Lita. He was dressed in his ring attire, seemingly ready for the match that awaited him.
"Don't even think about it. Jeff and Matt --"
"Are already out in the ring. So it looks like it's just me and you." With a fiendish grin plastered on his face, Triple H shot his arm out quickly, grabbing Lita by the wrist. She gasped, the pressure he placed on her wrist strong enough to render her whole arm useless. Her face twisted in pain and fear, and she opened her mouth to scream out.
Quickly, his other hand went to her mouth, covering it effectively. "Lita, please. If you scream, honey, someone might come in here and interrupt us." His eyes bore down on her. "Promise to keep quiet?"
Lita stared up at the big man, her eyes trying to read what he wanted. She looked around her cautiously, and realized where she was. She nodded slowly, and he withdrew his hand. "This is the women's locker room. Someone is going to walk in." She stated, confident in her realization. Hunter would either chicken out, and leave her alone, or someone actually would come in soon. Either way, she'd be safe.
Hunter merely rolled his eyes. "Please.. you think they call me the Cerebral Assassin for nothing? I've already thought of that. And that's why we're going to my locker room." He leant his head in towards hers, still grasping her wrist tightly. His face was so close she could feel his heavy breath on her face. "Where the door can be locked."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: So far it's been pretty tame. So PG-13. But it might go up to an R later. Maybe.
CONTENT: Swearing (naughty words!), Sexual themes, and Violence. All
the things that make a good fic! hehe. Also in the next few chapters there will be assault.. so, if anyone's offended, turn away!
SUMMARY: Lita gets a secret admirer... That turns out to be more than a little creepy. Lita/Jeff pairing.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince
McMahon does, and I'm very, very jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I love to recieve feedback - but then again, don't all authors? Praise welcome, but I'd like to know exactly what worked/didn't work for you.
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Lita picked up her belongings that were scattered around the women's locker room. She found her brush sitting on one bench, her jacket was sitting in a corner, her bottle of water sitting on one of the desks. As she made her way around the room, collecting the objects, she realized just how messy she could be when she was nervous.
She paused for a moment to stop and think about what would be happening in a few minutes. Jeff was already out near the entrance, waiting for his cue to go on stage. He'd be facing Hunter, in a hardcore match. Anything goes. No disqualifications. Any weapon you can get a hold on is legal. Pinfall anywhere.. it wasn't a match, really. It was a brawl.
Jeff was insane to request it.
She snapped out her thoughts, realizing she still had to meet Trish in the Dudley Boys locker room. They were both staying there to watch Jeff's match, as ordered by Jeff and Bubba. They didn't want either of them to be alone, or in harm's way. Matt would be out at ringside, watching over Jeff. And of course both the Dudley's were awaiting the perfect chance to rush down and put Triple H through a table.
Lita glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall. Not long now until the match began. She felt her knees grow weak, her stomach churn, and her heart beat faster. God, she hoped Jeff would be okay. She knew he had all the talent and skill to beat Triple H down. But this was a hardcore match. And he was facing one of the toughest guys in the company. A guy who wouldn't be afraid to resort to dirty tactics if he had too.
The redhead took one last glance around the room, making sure she had picked up everything that belonged to her. After the match, they probably wouldn't want to hang around the arena, whatever way the result went. As far as she was concerned, as soon as the match was over, they were out of there.
She slung her bag over her shoulder and turned to face the door.
"Hello sweetheart."
-~-~-~-~-~-~-
"Making his way to the ring, from Cameron, North Carolina - Jeff Hardy! And accompanying him to the ring, Matt Hardy!" Lilian Garcia's voice roared over the arena, and the fans went wild as The Hardy Boyz theme was played from the speakers.
As Jeff and Matt entered the stage, Jeff was moshing to his entrance music and playing up to the fans. He couldn't help but wonder what they all thought this match was about. There was no feud between him and Triple H. This wasn't a title shot. This was just a plain, old hardcore match. No rules, just a lot of weapons. Surely, the crowd must think it was a little strange.
He had one hell of a time trying to convince Vince to allow this match to happen. Vince didn't quite understand it either - why Jeff would possibly want to go out and be put into a hardcore rules match against Triple H - of all people. But he agreed in the end. Probably due to the fact that Jeff had promised him that it would be a brutal match. And Vince wasn't stupid. He knew that the fans liked brutal.
Jeff slid into the ring, stepping up onto the turnbuckles and signalling to the crowds. His heart was pumping, his breaths were short and nervous. Was he scared? Hell yeah. He was about to go one on one against Triple H. A guy who had built his infamous reputation on being one of the most savage competitors in the business. Yeah, he had Matt by his side, and he had both the Dudley's lying in wait backstage. But he was still going to be in the ring, one on one, with Hunter Hearst Helmsley.
Soon, his music stopped, and Jeff awaited Hunter's entrance. A few seconds passed, and he threw a curious look at Lilian. The small blonde shrugged, showing him she had no idea what was going on either. He looked at his brother, who was standing at ringside. He shrugged too.
Jeff frowned, facing the entrance. He could hear the crowd questioning each other, wanting to know what the hell was going on. And he felt the same way.
Where the hell was Triple H?
-~-~-~-~-~-~-
"Don't come near me."
Hunter smirked devilishly, his hair falling into his face. "What, no hello kiss?" He stepped closer and closer to Lita, the door shut behind him.
Lita backed away as he neared, not wanting to let him anywhere near her. She tried to keep her voice calm, and steady as she spoke. "What do you want Hunter?" She hoped she didn't sound as terrified as she felt. "Too scared to go out there and face Jeff?"
"Oh, I'll get to the Hardy kid - both of them - soon enough. But first, I wanted to spend a little quality time with you." He kept his pace even, stepping towards Lita. He was dressed in his ring attire, seemingly ready for the match that awaited him.
"Don't even think about it. Jeff and Matt --"
"Are already out in the ring. So it looks like it's just me and you." With a fiendish grin plastered on his face, Triple H shot his arm out quickly, grabbing Lita by the wrist. She gasped, the pressure he placed on her wrist strong enough to render her whole arm useless. Her face twisted in pain and fear, and she opened her mouth to scream out.
Quickly, his other hand went to her mouth, covering it effectively. "Lita, please. If you scream, honey, someone might come in here and interrupt us." His eyes bore down on her. "Promise to keep quiet?"
Lita stared up at the big man, her eyes trying to read what he wanted. She looked around her cautiously, and realized where she was. She nodded slowly, and he withdrew his hand. "This is the women's locker room. Someone is going to walk in." She stated, confident in her realization. Hunter would either chicken out, and leave her alone, or someone actually would come in soon. Either way, she'd be safe.
Hunter merely rolled his eyes. "Please.. you think they call me the Cerebral Assassin for nothing? I've already thought of that. And that's why we're going to my locker room." He leant his head in towards hers, still grasping her wrist tightly. His face was so close she could feel his heavy breath on her face. "Where the door can be locked."