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.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just wanted to thank you all for the lovely reviews! I like those reviews muchly! ^_^ I was trying to start a different fic, but this one just keeps drawing me back, so I just had to write this chapter. Hope you all enjoy it!
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Jeff paced around the ring, trying to keep his guard up. Knowing Hunter, he was probably planning to blindside him from the back or something equally as cowardly. Jeff kept glancing around the arena, desperate for a sign of where Triple H could be. After a few minutes, Matt slid into the ring, and approached his brother.
"Man, what the hell is going on?"
Jeff shook his head, his gaze still scanning the crowd. "I don't know. Hunter's up to something, but I don't know what."
Matt ran a hand through his dark locks. "Well, at least I'm out here too, ya know? Watching your back... literally." He paused. "How long are we going to wait out here for him?"
Jeff was about to reply when he spotted two men running down to the ring. The Dudleys. Bubba and D'von sprinted down, practically throwing themselves into the ring. The look on both of their faces caused Jeff's insides to churn.
"What's going on?" Matt questioned Bubba.
Bubba took a quick breath before replying. "Lita." He looked at Jeff. "She's gone."
He stopped breathing. The world stopped moving. The crowd stopped chanting. Nothing was happening at all. Jeff felt like his world had come to a halt. At those words, his heart fell to his stomach. "No. She was supposed to be with Trish.." Jeff managed to mutter.
"Trish is in our room." D'von explained. "We went there to quickly check on both the girls, but Lita wasn't there yet. Trish said she was worried, so we went to the women's locker room. No one there. But.."
"But what?" Matt pressed, the panic rising in the elder Hardy's voice.
"But we found her bag. It was just sitting on the women's locker room floor." Bubba continued, noting the look that was on Jeff's face. "We checked your room too, but she wasn't there either. We couldn't find her."
No, this didn't make any sense! Jeff frowned fiercely, the worry inside of him building up. "She'll be backstage somewhere! She wouldn't just leave like that! Especially without her things!"
Matt touched his brother's shoulder carefully. "Jeff." His voice was small, weak, and scared. "Where's Hunter?"
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Lita struggled against the big man who was carrying her. She was thrown over his shoulder, her legs tightly held against his chest. She was unable to cry out as they walked through the arena hallway, as Hunter had gagged her with a t-shirt. She pounded on his back as they walked, driving her fists into his shoulders - hoping to cause him enough pain so that he would drop her.
"Lita, my dear, are you trying to tickle me?" He chuckled devilishly as he carried her closer and closer to his locker room.
Lita felt the tears sting her eyes as she watched the floor beneath her. This couldn't be happening. They were in the arena hallway! Somebody had to be walking past sooner or later! They weren't the only one's backstage. She prayed that someone would see them before they made it to Hunter's locker room.
She looked up from the floor, and saw a figure walking behind Hunter. She squinted her tear filled eyes, and realized it was Kurt Angle. Her heart gave a small leap - Thank God! Angle wasn't stupid, he would be able to tell something wasn't right. Triple H would have to let her go now!
"Hey, Hunter!"
At the sound of the Olympic Gold Medalist's voice, Hunter stopped, and growled angrily. He pulled Lita down from his shoulder, and stood her up next to him. He looked in her eyes, a menacing look filling his own. "Don't say a word, you hear me? You try and let Kurt know what's going on.. and I will have to hurt you." Without waiting for her reaction, her untied the t-shirt from behind her head. "Remember, not a word."
Kurt approached the two, and smiled warmly at Lita. "Hey Red." Lita tried to return the smile, but found herself only able to twitch her lips. Kurt turned his attention to Triple H. "Aren't you supposed to be out in the ring right now? Wrestling Jeff Hardy?" A confused look crossed his face.
Lita watched as Hunter made an amazing transformation. The menacing, sinister look that had been etched into his face just seconds earlier, was now replaced with a friendly, joking look. "Yeah, I'm on my way Kurt. Lita just wanted to have a few words with me - alone, if ya know what I mean." He winked at Angle.
Angle's confused look stayed put for a few seconds, then a smirk appeared on his lips. He glanced at Lita, smiling wildly. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. Funny though, I always thought she was with that nut job Hardy kid?" He paused, waiting for Lita to reply.
She opened her mouth, then felt an aching pressure around her waist. Hunter had his arm around her, and was squeezing her waist tightly, obviously trying to stop her from replying.
When no one said anything more, Kurt turned to Hunter once again. "Well, regardless of whatever you two are planning on doing, you need to be out there now Hunter. They've been waiting on you for almost 10 minutes! Vince'll be pissed."
Triple H sighed. "Yeah, I'll be out there soon." He continued to walk towards his locker room with Lita in tow, until Kurt reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Hunter, you really need to get out there now man."
Without even relaxing his grip on Lita, Hunter took a breath and drove his fist into Angle's jaw, sending the Olympic Hero down to the ground. Lita let out a small cry, watching the man crumple to the floor.
Hunter turned briefly to the redheaded diva, whose tears were shining in her eyes. "Stubborn Ass." They continued walking towards his locker room. It wasn't long until they arrived at the door with 'HHH' plastered on the wood. He looked at down Lita, and smirked fiendishly as he opened the door.
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Hearing his brother's words, it finally clicked in Jeff's head. Lita was missing, and so was Triple H. God, how stupid was he? Leaving her alone like that while Hunter was still backstage.
Jeff didn't waste any time, hardly recognising the fact that Matt had spoken. He jumped over the ropes, running backstage in a frenzy of panic, anger and fear. He shoved cameramen and technitions out of his way, sending them sprawling to the ground. He didn't care. He needed to get to Lita, and get to her fast.
He raced around the hallway, opening every door along his way. He passed other superstars, who all gave him curious looks. Jeff didn't pay them any attention. He had only one thing on his mind, and that was giving Triple H the beating of a lifetime.
Still focused on getting to Lita, Jeff's foot tripped over something laying in the hallway, and he fell face first into the cold, hard floor of the arena hallway. Breathing heavily, he picked himself back up, glancing back at the object that had caused his fall.
"Kurt?"
He saw Angle lying on the floor, holding his jaw. Jeff was going to keep on running, yet something made him stop and help the Olympic Hero up from the floor. Kurt groaned as Jeff helped steady him, still clutching his swollen jaw.
"What happened?"
"Hunter..." Kurt began, yet Jeff didn't let him finish.
"-- Was Lita with him? Where did they go? Kurt!" Jeff cried frantically, shouting in Angle's ear. When Kurt groggily turned to Jeff, still not saying much, Jeff grabbed him by the shoulders. "Tell me! Was Lita with Hunter?"
"Yes." Kurt uttered, his jaw throbbing.
"Where did they go?" Jeff demanded, his grip on Kurt tightening.
Kurt spoke, pointing to his right. "Down there. Triple H's locker room.."
Jeff released his hold on Angle, and continued to race down the halls, towards Hunter's locker room. It didn't take him much longer to reach the door.
His heart beating wildly, he reached out for the handle. He tried to turn it - damn it - it was locked! He stood outside, thinking of how to get in besides breaking the damn door down. And it was then that he heard it.
From inside the room came a scream. A scream filled with pain, and terror, and hopelessness. A scream that came from Lita.
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.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just wanted to thank you all for the lovely reviews! I like those reviews muchly! ^_^ I was trying to start a different fic, but this one just keeps drawing me back, so I just had to write this chapter. Hope you all enjoy it!
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Jeff paced around the ring, trying to keep his guard up. Knowing Hunter, he was probably planning to blindside him from the back or something equally as cowardly. Jeff kept glancing around the arena, desperate for a sign of where Triple H could be. After a few minutes, Matt slid into the ring, and approached his brother.
"Man, what the hell is going on?"
Jeff shook his head, his gaze still scanning the crowd. "I don't know. Hunter's up to something, but I don't know what."
Matt ran a hand through his dark locks. "Well, at least I'm out here too, ya know? Watching your back... literally." He paused. "How long are we going to wait out here for him?"
Jeff was about to reply when he spotted two men running down to the ring. The Dudleys. Bubba and D'von sprinted down, practically throwing themselves into the ring. The look on both of their faces caused Jeff's insides to churn.
"What's going on?" Matt questioned Bubba.
Bubba took a quick breath before replying. "Lita." He looked at Jeff. "She's gone."
He stopped breathing. The world stopped moving. The crowd stopped chanting. Nothing was happening at all. Jeff felt like his world had come to a halt. At those words, his heart fell to his stomach. "No. She was supposed to be with Trish.." Jeff managed to mutter.
"Trish is in our room." D'von explained. "We went there to quickly check on both the girls, but Lita wasn't there yet. Trish said she was worried, so we went to the women's locker room. No one there. But.."
"But what?" Matt pressed, the panic rising in the elder Hardy's voice.
"But we found her bag. It was just sitting on the women's locker room floor." Bubba continued, noting the look that was on Jeff's face. "We checked your room too, but she wasn't there either. We couldn't find her."
No, this didn't make any sense! Jeff frowned fiercely, the worry inside of him building up. "She'll be backstage somewhere! She wouldn't just leave like that! Especially without her things!"
Matt touched his brother's shoulder carefully. "Jeff." His voice was small, weak, and scared. "Where's Hunter?"
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Lita struggled against the big man who was carrying her. She was thrown over his shoulder, her legs tightly held against his chest. She was unable to cry out as they walked through the arena hallway, as Hunter had gagged her with a t-shirt. She pounded on his back as they walked, driving her fists into his shoulders - hoping to cause him enough pain so that he would drop her.
"Lita, my dear, are you trying to tickle me?" He chuckled devilishly as he carried her closer and closer to his locker room.
Lita felt the tears sting her eyes as she watched the floor beneath her. This couldn't be happening. They were in the arena hallway! Somebody had to be walking past sooner or later! They weren't the only one's backstage. She prayed that someone would see them before they made it to Hunter's locker room.
She looked up from the floor, and saw a figure walking behind Hunter. She squinted her tear filled eyes, and realized it was Kurt Angle. Her heart gave a small leap - Thank God! Angle wasn't stupid, he would be able to tell something wasn't right. Triple H would have to let her go now!
"Hey, Hunter!"
At the sound of the Olympic Gold Medalist's voice, Hunter stopped, and growled angrily. He pulled Lita down from his shoulder, and stood her up next to him. He looked in her eyes, a menacing look filling his own. "Don't say a word, you hear me? You try and let Kurt know what's going on.. and I will have to hurt you." Without waiting for her reaction, her untied the t-shirt from behind her head. "Remember, not a word."
Kurt approached the two, and smiled warmly at Lita. "Hey Red." Lita tried to return the smile, but found herself only able to twitch her lips. Kurt turned his attention to Triple H. "Aren't you supposed to be out in the ring right now? Wrestling Jeff Hardy?" A confused look crossed his face.
Lita watched as Hunter made an amazing transformation. The menacing, sinister look that had been etched into his face just seconds earlier, was now replaced with a friendly, joking look. "Yeah, I'm on my way Kurt. Lita just wanted to have a few words with me - alone, if ya know what I mean." He winked at Angle.
Angle's confused look stayed put for a few seconds, then a smirk appeared on his lips. He glanced at Lita, smiling wildly. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. Funny though, I always thought she was with that nut job Hardy kid?" He paused, waiting for Lita to reply.
She opened her mouth, then felt an aching pressure around her waist. Hunter had his arm around her, and was squeezing her waist tightly, obviously trying to stop her from replying.
When no one said anything more, Kurt turned to Hunter once again. "Well, regardless of whatever you two are planning on doing, you need to be out there now Hunter. They've been waiting on you for almost 10 minutes! Vince'll be pissed."
Triple H sighed. "Yeah, I'll be out there soon." He continued to walk towards his locker room with Lita in tow, until Kurt reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Hunter, you really need to get out there now man."
Without even relaxing his grip on Lita, Hunter took a breath and drove his fist into Angle's jaw, sending the Olympic Hero down to the ground. Lita let out a small cry, watching the man crumple to the floor.
Hunter turned briefly to the redheaded diva, whose tears were shining in her eyes. "Stubborn Ass." They continued walking towards his locker room. It wasn't long until they arrived at the door with 'HHH' plastered on the wood. He looked at down Lita, and smirked fiendishly as he opened the door.
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Hearing his brother's words, it finally clicked in Jeff's head. Lita was missing, and so was Triple H. God, how stupid was he? Leaving her alone like that while Hunter was still backstage.
Jeff didn't waste any time, hardly recognising the fact that Matt had spoken. He jumped over the ropes, running backstage in a frenzy of panic, anger and fear. He shoved cameramen and technitions out of his way, sending them sprawling to the ground. He didn't care. He needed to get to Lita, and get to her fast.
He raced around the hallway, opening every door along his way. He passed other superstars, who all gave him curious looks. Jeff didn't pay them any attention. He had only one thing on his mind, and that was giving Triple H the beating of a lifetime.
Still focused on getting to Lita, Jeff's foot tripped over something laying in the hallway, and he fell face first into the cold, hard floor of the arena hallway. Breathing heavily, he picked himself back up, glancing back at the object that had caused his fall.
"Kurt?"
He saw Angle lying on the floor, holding his jaw. Jeff was going to keep on running, yet something made him stop and help the Olympic Hero up from the floor. Kurt groaned as Jeff helped steady him, still clutching his swollen jaw.
"What happened?"
"Hunter..." Kurt began, yet Jeff didn't let him finish.
"-- Was Lita with him? Where did they go? Kurt!" Jeff cried frantically, shouting in Angle's ear. When Kurt groggily turned to Jeff, still not saying much, Jeff grabbed him by the shoulders. "Tell me! Was Lita with Hunter?"
"Yes." Kurt uttered, his jaw throbbing.
"Where did they go?" Jeff demanded, his grip on Kurt tightening.
Kurt spoke, pointing to his right. "Down there. Triple H's locker room.."
Jeff released his hold on Angle, and continued to race down the halls, towards Hunter's locker room. It didn't take him much longer to reach the door.
His heart beating wildly, he reached out for the handle. He tried to turn it - damn it - it was locked! He stood outside, thinking of how to get in besides breaking the damn door down. And it was then that he heard it.
From inside the room came a scream. A scream filled with pain, and terror, and hopelessness. A scream that came from Lita.