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.
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 those reviews! Keep 'em coming! Let me know what you thought please. I love hearing from you all!
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"No. No way. Forget it."
Vince McMahon looked up at the two Hardy brothers that were standing in front of him, a firm frown on his face. The chairman of the WWE sat behind his large, oak desk in his office, talking to the Hardys. He couldn't believe they were asking him this. Had they gone insane? Sure, he knew the two Hardy brothers - and especially Lita - had been through alot over the past few weeks, but this?
"Mr McMahon..."
"No. You asked, and I said no." Vince shook his head as Jeff continued to plead with him.
"Come on, Mr McMahon, please? It'll be great." Jeff pleaded, desperate to convince Vince about his idea. "Can you imagine the ticket sales? The arena would be packed! Not only that..," Jeff smiled brightly, ".. but people all over the world would tune in just to watch."
Vince shook his head emphatically. "Contrary to popular belief Jeff, I care more about my superstars than I do the money that they bring, sold out stadiums or television ratings. If you're looking to work for a company that's all about the money and numbers, I can give you WCW's phone number." Vince's voice was steady and calm, which made his point all the more cutting.
Jeff let out a breath loudly, and his gaze fell to the floor.
"So," Vince continued. "I refuse to allow that match to take place. When I said you boys had the choice of what match you wanted to face Triple H in, I thought you'd pick a TLC or something of the like. Not.. not that."
Matt pushed his charcoal hair behind his ears, clearing his throat to address Vince. "Mr McMahon, I understand the concerns you must have about sanctioning this match." Matt watched as Mr McMahon nodded at his words, obviously agreeing with the elder Hardy. "But I think this match has great potential. Like Jeff was saying, the audience would love it. And we could really give it to Hunter."
Vince looked at Matt, shock and amazement etched on his face. "Matt, I always thought you were the more responsible and level-headed one out of the two of you. Yet you want to participate in this match as well?" Vince asked, then continued as he stood up behind his desk, not allowing Matt to answer. "You really want this to go ahead?"
He nodded. "Yes, Sir. Jeff may have come up with the idea, but I think it's a damn good one. We'll be able to give Hunter exactly what he deserves."
The elder man sighed, looking down at his desk. He paused for a few minutes, and Jeff wondered whether he was going to say anything at all. "You're both sure you want to do this?" He looked up at the two brothers. "I mean, you understand everything? This match could end your careers.. or worse."
Jeff's eyes met Vince's, and he looked into them steadily. "I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life."
Matt felt his blood run cold at the sound of the well controlled rage and anger that lined Jeff's voice. He looked at Jeff, hesitating for a moment, then he looked back at Vince. "I'm sure."
Vince shrugged. "Alright then. If you are both willing to do this, and you understand everything that's involved.. who am I to stop you?" He walked around to the front of his desk, making his his way to the Hardys. He held out his hand to Jeff, and Jeff shook it firmly. Then he did the same to Matt, the elder Hardy returning the gesture.
"Congratulations boys, you just got yourself a hell in a cell match against Triple H."
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There was a tense silence between the two brothers as they walked down the hallway towards their locker room. Once they had made their way inside the room, and shut the door behind them, Matt turned to Jeff.
"Are we crazy?"
"What?" Jeff asked, frowning at his older brother in confusion.
"For wanting to do this." Matt raked his fingers through his dark hair as he paced around the room. "I mean, this is crazy Jeff! A hell in a cell match.. against Triple H? I'm starting to think Vince was right."
Jeff turned on the television monitor that sat on a small table, and then sat down on the couch. He put his feet up on the table, looking relaxed and calm. "Then don't do it."
Matt, who was still pacing around the room, turned back to his brother. "Drop out? Can we? I mean, we both just convinced Mr McMahon to let us have this match. We can't very well go back and ask him to forget about it now, can we?"
"No, we can't --" Jeff said softly.
Matt nodded solemnly, and turned around to continue his pacing. Then he heard Jeff speak again.
"-- But you can."
Immediatly, Matt spun around and looked at Jeff, confusion etched onto his features. "What?" He shook his head. "What do you mean, Jeff?"
"I think I should do the match alone."
Jeff watched carefully as his older brother stared at him, speechless. The younger Hardy studied his brother's face, waiting for his reaction. Waiting for him to yell at him, to scream, maybe even hit him. But instead, Matt simply stood there. Unmoving and still.
"Matt?"
Slowly, a smile tugged at the corner's of Matt's lips. He let out a soft chuckle, which then turned into a deep, hearty laugh. "Yeah, good one Jeffro." He pointed to him, the grin still sitting widely on his face. "You, face Triple H... in a hell in a cell match.. by yourself?" Matt laughed more, falling onto the couch beside Jeff. "Sure!"
Jeff kept his gaze on the floor as his brother laughed beside him. "I'm serious, Matt."
Matt instantly stopped his laughter, and looked at Jeff, his brow furrowing deeply. "You can't be serious."
"I am, Matt. I'm serious."
"How can you even think about going in there with Hunter by yourself? Why would you?"
The multi-colour haired Hardy scratched his neck as he turned to his brother, ready to answer his questions. "This match is about revenge, right? Revenge on Hunter for what he's put Lita through. That's the only reason we're going into this. There's no title on the line - nothing to win, nothing to lose. This match is about making Triple H pay."
Matt nodded. "Yes! Which is why we should be in it together! Can you imagine the pain we could make him feel, with the both of us--"
Jeff shook his head in response. "No, Matt. That's why you shouldn't be in it with me."
"Damn it, Jeff!" Matt growled, frustrated with Jeff's words. "What are you thinking?" He pointed angrily at his brother. "Well, go on. Explain to me why in God's name you think you should do this by yourself."
Jeff turned to face his brother, looking him straight in the eyes. What he had to say to Matt was important, and he wanted Matt to actually listen to what he had to say. He felt so strongly about this match, about what he had to do to Triple H.. it was almost as strong as how he felt for Lita.
"I'm not going to pretend that you don't know how brutal a hell in a cell match can be. You're not stupid. I know that you know that they are the most dangerous match in the WWE today." Jeff watched as Matt nodded his head, taking in Jeff's words. "I also know that you know how much giving Hunter what he deserves means to me. I know that you know how much I want to put into this match... how much heart, soul and strength I want to put into it."
"I know, Jeff. But I --"
"Matt, just let me talk, please?" Matt looked at Jeff, wide eyed from his little brother's forcefulness. The elder brother nodded, allowing Jeff to continue.
"I want to destroy Hunter in this match. I don't just want to hurt him. I don't just want to see him bleed... I want to destroy him for what he's done to Lita." Jeff cleared his throat gently. "If I happen to take a stupid risk while trying to do that, well, frankly I don't give a shit. I don't give a shit if I die trying to take out Hunter."
Matt felt his heart skip a few beats as he listened to his little brother speak with such passion and intensity. What had gotten into him? This wasn't the Jeff he knew. This Jeff was full of hate, fury, drive and determination. He had his mind set.
"But if you're in there with me, Matt, I'd have to be careful. I'd have to make sure you'd be okay. I'd have to reduce the amount of risks I take, because I don't want you to get hurt. Basically Matt, you'd be a distraction and a liability."
It took a few seconds for Matt to gather his thoughts, and reply to Jeff. "If I'm in there with you Jeff, we can do so much more damage. And we can look out for each other --"
"I don't need you there to look out for me, Matt. I don't care what happens to me, as long as I take Triple H down with me as well." Jeff kept his gaze on Matt, his eyes blazing with ferocity. "I need you to drop out of this match, Matt."
Matt's eyes fell to the floor in front of him. He stayed silent for a while, processing everything his brother had just said to him. "Vince won't let you do this by yourself."
Jeff nodded. "Which is why we're not telling him." Jeff sighed deeply. "Matt, I need to do this. For me. For Lita. Because I love her."
Matt looked back up at Jeff, focusing his eyes onto his brother's. "But I love her too, Jeff."
Jeff shook his head slightly, giving a half smile as his eyes glazed over, and took on a faraway look. "Not the way I do."
Before Matt had a chance to question Jeff about his comment, Jeff snapped out of his trance and looked back at his brother. "If you love her Matt, you'll let me do this for her."
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.
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 those reviews! Keep 'em coming! Let me know what you thought please. I love hearing from you all!
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"No. No way. Forget it."
Vince McMahon looked up at the two Hardy brothers that were standing in front of him, a firm frown on his face. The chairman of the WWE sat behind his large, oak desk in his office, talking to the Hardys. He couldn't believe they were asking him this. Had they gone insane? Sure, he knew the two Hardy brothers - and especially Lita - had been through alot over the past few weeks, but this?
"Mr McMahon..."
"No. You asked, and I said no." Vince shook his head as Jeff continued to plead with him.
"Come on, Mr McMahon, please? It'll be great." Jeff pleaded, desperate to convince Vince about his idea. "Can you imagine the ticket sales? The arena would be packed! Not only that..," Jeff smiled brightly, ".. but people all over the world would tune in just to watch."
Vince shook his head emphatically. "Contrary to popular belief Jeff, I care more about my superstars than I do the money that they bring, sold out stadiums or television ratings. If you're looking to work for a company that's all about the money and numbers, I can give you WCW's phone number." Vince's voice was steady and calm, which made his point all the more cutting.
Jeff let out a breath loudly, and his gaze fell to the floor.
"So," Vince continued. "I refuse to allow that match to take place. When I said you boys had the choice of what match you wanted to face Triple H in, I thought you'd pick a TLC or something of the like. Not.. not that."
Matt pushed his charcoal hair behind his ears, clearing his throat to address Vince. "Mr McMahon, I understand the concerns you must have about sanctioning this match." Matt watched as Mr McMahon nodded at his words, obviously agreeing with the elder Hardy. "But I think this match has great potential. Like Jeff was saying, the audience would love it. And we could really give it to Hunter."
Vince looked at Matt, shock and amazement etched on his face. "Matt, I always thought you were the more responsible and level-headed one out of the two of you. Yet you want to participate in this match as well?" Vince asked, then continued as he stood up behind his desk, not allowing Matt to answer. "You really want this to go ahead?"
He nodded. "Yes, Sir. Jeff may have come up with the idea, but I think it's a damn good one. We'll be able to give Hunter exactly what he deserves."
The elder man sighed, looking down at his desk. He paused for a few minutes, and Jeff wondered whether he was going to say anything at all. "You're both sure you want to do this?" He looked up at the two brothers. "I mean, you understand everything? This match could end your careers.. or worse."
Jeff's eyes met Vince's, and he looked into them steadily. "I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life."
Matt felt his blood run cold at the sound of the well controlled rage and anger that lined Jeff's voice. He looked at Jeff, hesitating for a moment, then he looked back at Vince. "I'm sure."
Vince shrugged. "Alright then. If you are both willing to do this, and you understand everything that's involved.. who am I to stop you?" He walked around to the front of his desk, making his his way to the Hardys. He held out his hand to Jeff, and Jeff shook it firmly. Then he did the same to Matt, the elder Hardy returning the gesture.
"Congratulations boys, you just got yourself a hell in a cell match against Triple H."
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There was a tense silence between the two brothers as they walked down the hallway towards their locker room. Once they had made their way inside the room, and shut the door behind them, Matt turned to Jeff.
"Are we crazy?"
"What?" Jeff asked, frowning at his older brother in confusion.
"For wanting to do this." Matt raked his fingers through his dark hair as he paced around the room. "I mean, this is crazy Jeff! A hell in a cell match.. against Triple H? I'm starting to think Vince was right."
Jeff turned on the television monitor that sat on a small table, and then sat down on the couch. He put his feet up on the table, looking relaxed and calm. "Then don't do it."
Matt, who was still pacing around the room, turned back to his brother. "Drop out? Can we? I mean, we both just convinced Mr McMahon to let us have this match. We can't very well go back and ask him to forget about it now, can we?"
"No, we can't --" Jeff said softly.
Matt nodded solemnly, and turned around to continue his pacing. Then he heard Jeff speak again.
"-- But you can."
Immediatly, Matt spun around and looked at Jeff, confusion etched onto his features. "What?" He shook his head. "What do you mean, Jeff?"
"I think I should do the match alone."
Jeff watched carefully as his older brother stared at him, speechless. The younger Hardy studied his brother's face, waiting for his reaction. Waiting for him to yell at him, to scream, maybe even hit him. But instead, Matt simply stood there. Unmoving and still.
"Matt?"
Slowly, a smile tugged at the corner's of Matt's lips. He let out a soft chuckle, which then turned into a deep, hearty laugh. "Yeah, good one Jeffro." He pointed to him, the grin still sitting widely on his face. "You, face Triple H... in a hell in a cell match.. by yourself?" Matt laughed more, falling onto the couch beside Jeff. "Sure!"
Jeff kept his gaze on the floor as his brother laughed beside him. "I'm serious, Matt."
Matt instantly stopped his laughter, and looked at Jeff, his brow furrowing deeply. "You can't be serious."
"I am, Matt. I'm serious."
"How can you even think about going in there with Hunter by yourself? Why would you?"
The multi-colour haired Hardy scratched his neck as he turned to his brother, ready to answer his questions. "This match is about revenge, right? Revenge on Hunter for what he's put Lita through. That's the only reason we're going into this. There's no title on the line - nothing to win, nothing to lose. This match is about making Triple H pay."
Matt nodded. "Yes! Which is why we should be in it together! Can you imagine the pain we could make him feel, with the both of us--"
Jeff shook his head in response. "No, Matt. That's why you shouldn't be in it with me."
"Damn it, Jeff!" Matt growled, frustrated with Jeff's words. "What are you thinking?" He pointed angrily at his brother. "Well, go on. Explain to me why in God's name you think you should do this by yourself."
Jeff turned to face his brother, looking him straight in the eyes. What he had to say to Matt was important, and he wanted Matt to actually listen to what he had to say. He felt so strongly about this match, about what he had to do to Triple H.. it was almost as strong as how he felt for Lita.
"I'm not going to pretend that you don't know how brutal a hell in a cell match can be. You're not stupid. I know that you know that they are the most dangerous match in the WWE today." Jeff watched as Matt nodded his head, taking in Jeff's words. "I also know that you know how much giving Hunter what he deserves means to me. I know that you know how much I want to put into this match... how much heart, soul and strength I want to put into it."
"I know, Jeff. But I --"
"Matt, just let me talk, please?" Matt looked at Jeff, wide eyed from his little brother's forcefulness. The elder brother nodded, allowing Jeff to continue.
"I want to destroy Hunter in this match. I don't just want to hurt him. I don't just want to see him bleed... I want to destroy him for what he's done to Lita." Jeff cleared his throat gently. "If I happen to take a stupid risk while trying to do that, well, frankly I don't give a shit. I don't give a shit if I die trying to take out Hunter."
Matt felt his heart skip a few beats as he listened to his little brother speak with such passion and intensity. What had gotten into him? This wasn't the Jeff he knew. This Jeff was full of hate, fury, drive and determination. He had his mind set.
"But if you're in there with me, Matt, I'd have to be careful. I'd have to make sure you'd be okay. I'd have to reduce the amount of risks I take, because I don't want you to get hurt. Basically Matt, you'd be a distraction and a liability."
It took a few seconds for Matt to gather his thoughts, and reply to Jeff. "If I'm in there with you Jeff, we can do so much more damage. And we can look out for each other --"
"I don't need you there to look out for me, Matt. I don't care what happens to me, as long as I take Triple H down with me as well." Jeff kept his gaze on Matt, his eyes blazing with ferocity. "I need you to drop out of this match, Matt."
Matt's eyes fell to the floor in front of him. He stayed silent for a while, processing everything his brother had just said to him. "Vince won't let you do this by yourself."
Jeff nodded. "Which is why we're not telling him." Jeff sighed deeply. "Matt, I need to do this. For me. For Lita. Because I love her."
Matt looked back up at Jeff, focusing his eyes onto his brother's. "But I love her too, Jeff."
Jeff shook his head slightly, giving a half smile as his eyes glazed over, and took on a faraway look. "Not the way I do."
Before Matt had a chance to question Jeff about his comment, Jeff snapped out of his trance and looked back at his brother. "If you love her Matt, you'll let me do this for her."