TITLE: All My Love.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I don't think it's ever gone above a PG - 13 rating..
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: Of course I accept feedback. Hell, I welcome it! With open arms! I love hearing what you guys think.. especially as we get further and further into this fic...
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Lita stormed through the arena hallway, her fists clenched tightly at her side. She frowned heavily as she made her way through the corridors, her pace fast and strong. God, she couldn't wait until she got her hands on those two. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Arriving at the arena with Trish, the two beautiful divas were handed a copy of the match card for the next pay-per-view, Vengeance, by a crew member. Eagerly, they read the paper, interested to see what matches would be on.
Lita turned a corner of the hallway, the anger in her growing with each step. She didn't think she had read it right, at first. Didn't think there was any way in the world that it was right. It must've been a printing error, or something. But then she realised that it was correct. That it was actually happening.
And they hadn't even told her.
She growled deep in her throat as she saw the locker room she was looking for, and swung it open angrily. "What the fuck do you guys think you're doing?"
Two equally stunned men looked up at her from their seats in the locker room. The smaller one shot her a confused glance.
"Nice to see you too, Red."
Lita's features softened, the anger immediately being replaced by embarrassment. "Oh, hey Rob. Hey Kane." She looked at the two men sheepishly, as she felt the blush creep up to her cheeks. "Sorry about that.. I, uh, I was looking for --"
"Looking for us?"
The redhead span around to face the doorway, seeing Matt and Jeff enter the room. They both looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to speak again.
"Actually, I am." The deep frown was once again upon Lita's pretty face, marring her features. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The two brothers walked in, and placed their gym bags on the benches. Jeff lifted his foot onto the bench, and began to untie his shoes. Matt raised an eyebrow at her, unzipping his bag and pulling out his ring attire. "You're going to have to be slightly more specific then that, I'm afraid."
"You know what I'm talking about, Matthew." She sneered, her hands placed firmly on her hips. "Don't try and play all innocent with me."
Jeff sighed, still bending over the bench, untying his other shoe. "Li --"
"Don't think you're not in trouble either, Jeffrey!" Her tone was harsh, and her voice seemed to be close to breaking. Every now and again it would crack dangerously, giving Jeff the impression that she was close to tears. "Because you are. You both are. Very, very big trouble."
Matt stopped unpacking his gym bag, and stood up to face Lita. "Why don't you just tell us what we're in trouble for, Lita."
Lita exhaled furiously. God, those brothers were pissing her off! First of all, they go and do this behind her back, without even telling her about it at all. And now, when she confronts them about it, they have the nerve to pretend they don't know what she's talking about. Come on! Surely they must know that she'd find out one way or another...
"I just saw the match card for Vengeance!" She screamed, her hands up in the air. "Why didn't you guys FUCKING TELL ME!?"
Jeff stopped untying his shoelaces, and looked up at the redheaded diva. She was looking at both him and Matt, her gaze flicking from one to the other constantly. Her breathing was erratic - her chest rising and falling dramatically - and her eyes were glistening with tears. Jeff realised then that she was really upset. God, he hated seeing her like this. Was it really because of him - and what he planned to do - that she was feeling this way?
"Um, I think we'll leave." Kane said, getting up from his seat on the bench and heading towards the doorway, wanting to leave the three friends with some privacy. The Big Red Machine glanced back behind him when he realised his tag-team partner, and friend, wasn't following him. "Rob!" He hissed, motioning for him to follow.
RVD stood up casually, and placed his hand on Lita's shoulder comfortingly. "Just chill, Red. Everything's cool, okay?" He smiled gently, before walking out of the room with Kane beside him.
The door was shut, and Lita turned back to the two Hardy brothers. "So?" Her arms folded over her chest. "Do you have an explanation?"
Jeff shrugged. "We had a talk with Vince. He liked the idea, and so.. we're going to be in a hell in a cell match with Hunter at Vengeance." He paused. "That's pretty much it."
"Wait... Vince liked the idea? So that means that you guys suggested this match?"
Matt rubbed the back of his neck nervously, not liking Lita's reaction to all of this. Damn, if only she knew that truth. If only she knew that he wouldn't even be participating in this match. If only she knew that it would only be Jeff, alone against Triple H in that cell. How would she be reacting then?
"Yeah, that's what it means." The elder Hardy answered.
Lita stood silently. She blinked her eyes slowly a few times, a single tear spilling down onto her cheek. Her lip quivered, and she opened her mouth slowly. Then, in an instant she erupted. Hands flailing, voice raised, she growled at the two. "WHY? Why would you do that? Why would you suggest a match like that? Are you both INSANE!?"
Matt, still keeping his calm, began to reply. "Because, Li, we --"
Jeff interrupted his brother. "Because I.." he paused, correcting himself quickly. "Because we want to."
The diva threw her glare over to Jeff, her raging hazel eyes meeting his determined green ones. She shook her head slowly. "Why, Jeff?" More tears rolled down her cheeks. "Why? He could be in prison right now. Away from all of us. Where he couldn't hurt anyone.. " She ground her teeth together. ".. anyone, ever again. Yet you want him back out here for a match?" She looked at the younger Hardy brother with desperation, the anger melting away. "Why?"
Seeing her crying freely now, Jeff felt the tears well in his own eyes. He blinked them away, not wanting to cry now. Not right in front of her. He had to be strong. He had to be tough. "Because I want --"
"BECAUSE YOU WANT TO IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH JEFF!" Lita bellowed, her face inches away from his. "That's not good enough! Now tell me WHY --"
"THIS is why!" Jeff snapped, his voice loud as he lunged at Lita, grabbing at her shirt, and lifting it up roughly. "This!" He pointed to her swollen and bruised ribs, the purple and yellow colouring running all over her side. "That's why I want to do it, okay?! I want to see Hunter in pain, for doing this to you! I want to see him bleed! I want to hear him scream for mercy! I want to hear him BEG FOR HIS LIFE!"
Jeff backed away from both Lita and Matt, walking to the other side of the room. As he faced the wall, he tried to calm himself down. Tried to steady his breathing as he quickly wiped away a tear that trickled down his cheek. He brought his hand up to his face, rubbing at his forehead fiercely. God, he was so angry. He just wanted to get inside that cell with Triple H already. He just wanted to kill him and get it over and done with.
Still facing the wall, he heard Lita address Matt.
"You guys don't have to do this for me. Really. You don't have to put yourselves through this." She sighed, looking at Jeff as he stood on the other side of the room, his back towards her. "Matt, you guys can still get out of this. Vengeance is still a week away. I'm sure Vince can find another match to put in your place --"
Jeff whirled around, stalking up to his brother and the redhead. He glared at her intensely, and she could see the wetness on his cheeks. She knew he'd been crying. And he still was. Another hot tear flowed from his eye. "You just don't get it, do you?" He breathed in and shook his head. Shooting Lita one last look, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Matt looked at Lita desperately, unsure of what to do next. He watched her as she looked at him, pain and fear in her eyes as she cried. He felt his heart break in two as she sobbed openly, and fell back onto the hard bench behind her. Running a hand through his dark hair, he glanced at the door. Then, taking one last painful look at the redhead who was weeping heavily on the bench, followed his brother out the door.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I don't think it's ever gone above a PG - 13 rating..
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: Of course I accept feedback. Hell, I welcome it! With open arms! I love hearing what you guys think.. especially as we get further and further into this fic...
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Lita stormed through the arena hallway, her fists clenched tightly at her side. She frowned heavily as she made her way through the corridors, her pace fast and strong. God, she couldn't wait until she got her hands on those two. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Arriving at the arena with Trish, the two beautiful divas were handed a copy of the match card for the next pay-per-view, Vengeance, by a crew member. Eagerly, they read the paper, interested to see what matches would be on.
Lita turned a corner of the hallway, the anger in her growing with each step. She didn't think she had read it right, at first. Didn't think there was any way in the world that it was right. It must've been a printing error, or something. But then she realised that it was correct. That it was actually happening.
And they hadn't even told her.
She growled deep in her throat as she saw the locker room she was looking for, and swung it open angrily. "What the fuck do you guys think you're doing?"
Two equally stunned men looked up at her from their seats in the locker room. The smaller one shot her a confused glance.
"Nice to see you too, Red."
Lita's features softened, the anger immediately being replaced by embarrassment. "Oh, hey Rob. Hey Kane." She looked at the two men sheepishly, as she felt the blush creep up to her cheeks. "Sorry about that.. I, uh, I was looking for --"
"Looking for us?"
The redhead span around to face the doorway, seeing Matt and Jeff enter the room. They both looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to speak again.
"Actually, I am." The deep frown was once again upon Lita's pretty face, marring her features. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The two brothers walked in, and placed their gym bags on the benches. Jeff lifted his foot onto the bench, and began to untie his shoes. Matt raised an eyebrow at her, unzipping his bag and pulling out his ring attire. "You're going to have to be slightly more specific then that, I'm afraid."
"You know what I'm talking about, Matthew." She sneered, her hands placed firmly on her hips. "Don't try and play all innocent with me."
Jeff sighed, still bending over the bench, untying his other shoe. "Li --"
"Don't think you're not in trouble either, Jeffrey!" Her tone was harsh, and her voice seemed to be close to breaking. Every now and again it would crack dangerously, giving Jeff the impression that she was close to tears. "Because you are. You both are. Very, very big trouble."
Matt stopped unpacking his gym bag, and stood up to face Lita. "Why don't you just tell us what we're in trouble for, Lita."
Lita exhaled furiously. God, those brothers were pissing her off! First of all, they go and do this behind her back, without even telling her about it at all. And now, when she confronts them about it, they have the nerve to pretend they don't know what she's talking about. Come on! Surely they must know that she'd find out one way or another...
"I just saw the match card for Vengeance!" She screamed, her hands up in the air. "Why didn't you guys FUCKING TELL ME!?"
Jeff stopped untying his shoelaces, and looked up at the redheaded diva. She was looking at both him and Matt, her gaze flicking from one to the other constantly. Her breathing was erratic - her chest rising and falling dramatically - and her eyes were glistening with tears. Jeff realised then that she was really upset. God, he hated seeing her like this. Was it really because of him - and what he planned to do - that she was feeling this way?
"Um, I think we'll leave." Kane said, getting up from his seat on the bench and heading towards the doorway, wanting to leave the three friends with some privacy. The Big Red Machine glanced back behind him when he realised his tag-team partner, and friend, wasn't following him. "Rob!" He hissed, motioning for him to follow.
RVD stood up casually, and placed his hand on Lita's shoulder comfortingly. "Just chill, Red. Everything's cool, okay?" He smiled gently, before walking out of the room with Kane beside him.
The door was shut, and Lita turned back to the two Hardy brothers. "So?" Her arms folded over her chest. "Do you have an explanation?"
Jeff shrugged. "We had a talk with Vince. He liked the idea, and so.. we're going to be in a hell in a cell match with Hunter at Vengeance." He paused. "That's pretty much it."
"Wait... Vince liked the idea? So that means that you guys suggested this match?"
Matt rubbed the back of his neck nervously, not liking Lita's reaction to all of this. Damn, if only she knew that truth. If only she knew that he wouldn't even be participating in this match. If only she knew that it would only be Jeff, alone against Triple H in that cell. How would she be reacting then?
"Yeah, that's what it means." The elder Hardy answered.
Lita stood silently. She blinked her eyes slowly a few times, a single tear spilling down onto her cheek. Her lip quivered, and she opened her mouth slowly. Then, in an instant she erupted. Hands flailing, voice raised, she growled at the two. "WHY? Why would you do that? Why would you suggest a match like that? Are you both INSANE!?"
Matt, still keeping his calm, began to reply. "Because, Li, we --"
Jeff interrupted his brother. "Because I.." he paused, correcting himself quickly. "Because we want to."
The diva threw her glare over to Jeff, her raging hazel eyes meeting his determined green ones. She shook her head slowly. "Why, Jeff?" More tears rolled down her cheeks. "Why? He could be in prison right now. Away from all of us. Where he couldn't hurt anyone.. " She ground her teeth together. ".. anyone, ever again. Yet you want him back out here for a match?" She looked at the younger Hardy brother with desperation, the anger melting away. "Why?"
Seeing her crying freely now, Jeff felt the tears well in his own eyes. He blinked them away, not wanting to cry now. Not right in front of her. He had to be strong. He had to be tough. "Because I want --"
"BECAUSE YOU WANT TO IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH JEFF!" Lita bellowed, her face inches away from his. "That's not good enough! Now tell me WHY --"
"THIS is why!" Jeff snapped, his voice loud as he lunged at Lita, grabbing at her shirt, and lifting it up roughly. "This!" He pointed to her swollen and bruised ribs, the purple and yellow colouring running all over her side. "That's why I want to do it, okay?! I want to see Hunter in pain, for doing this to you! I want to see him bleed! I want to hear him scream for mercy! I want to hear him BEG FOR HIS LIFE!"
Jeff backed away from both Lita and Matt, walking to the other side of the room. As he faced the wall, he tried to calm himself down. Tried to steady his breathing as he quickly wiped away a tear that trickled down his cheek. He brought his hand up to his face, rubbing at his forehead fiercely. God, he was so angry. He just wanted to get inside that cell with Triple H already. He just wanted to kill him and get it over and done with.
Still facing the wall, he heard Lita address Matt.
"You guys don't have to do this for me. Really. You don't have to put yourselves through this." She sighed, looking at Jeff as he stood on the other side of the room, his back towards her. "Matt, you guys can still get out of this. Vengeance is still a week away. I'm sure Vince can find another match to put in your place --"
Jeff whirled around, stalking up to his brother and the redhead. He glared at her intensely, and she could see the wetness on his cheeks. She knew he'd been crying. And he still was. Another hot tear flowed from his eye. "You just don't get it, do you?" He breathed in and shook his head. Shooting Lita one last look, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Matt looked at Lita desperately, unsure of what to do next. He watched her as she looked at him, pain and fear in her eyes as she cried. He felt his heart break in two as she sobbed openly, and fell back onto the hard bench behind her. Running a hand through his dark hair, he glanced at the door. Then, taking one last painful look at the redhead who was weeping heavily on the bench, followed his brother out the door.