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: Always love it. Keep it coming, please!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, we're really getting into it now, aren't we? What more could possibly be in store for our heroes? Keep reading and find out!
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Jeff kept his eyes focused on the sight in front of him as he walked down the ramp towards the ring. Towards the cell. Towards Hunter. He kept his eyes locked on the bars that were to become his prison for the rest of the night. He would be locked up in that cell with Hunter, and the door wouldn't be opened until one of them could no longer move, and they would need to be assisted to the back. Jeff knew that regardless of what he had to do, Triple H would be the one unable to move, and needing help. Even if Jeff had to go with him... Triple H would not be left standing. He would not leave this arena on his own two legs. He would have to be carried out, and Jeff was going to make sure of it.
He stopped as he approached the ring, surrounded by the horrific steel bars. He paused, looking at his prison; knowing that so much was going to happen inside that ring within a few small minutes. Hell was literally going to break loose. Jeff closed his eyes quickly, and muttered something to himself under his breath. He hoped Lita would be okay. He hoped she wasn't too mad at him. He hoped she realised he was doing this for her. All for her. Because he loved her.
Triple H's jeering taunts from inside the cell brought Jeff crashing back to reality, and immediately the youngest Hardy brother focused himself on the task at hand. Glaring at Hunter, who stood inside, ready and waiting for him, Jeff slowly stepped through the cell door, which was locked behind him, and climbed into the ring. The referee Earl Hebner signalled to the officials to ring the bell.
This match had officially begun.
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"Why is he doing this?! I just don't understand... I don't understand!"
Lita sobbed into Trish's shoulder, her tiny frame shaking uncontrollably as they blonde woman held her and tried her best to comfort her. When Matt had confirmed that Jeff would be taking on Triple H alone, Lita had burst into tears.
Suddenly, Lita released herself from Trish's hold, and turned her gaze on Matt, who stood in the middle of the room. Her eyes were filled with tears, streaks of liquid already running down her beautiful face. Her breathing was shallow and erratic as her gaze bore down on the elder Hardy. "You." She breathed, hardly able to get the words out. "How could you let him do this?!"
Matt cleared his throat, trying desperately to avoid falling apart in front of all his friends, and especially in front of her. He needed to be here, and be strong for her. "Lita, there was nothing I could do to stop him."
"BULLSHIT!" She cried, standing up from the couch she sat on, her tears flowing freely. "Bullshit! You could have tied him to a chair, locked him in a room, or, or.. or knocked him out! You could have done SOMETHING, Matt! You could have done something!"
"You know that once Jeff makes up his mind about something --"
"How long did you know?"
Matt ran a shaking hand through his dark hair, unable to look the redhead in the eyes. "I'm sorry?"
Lita stepped closer towards him, the other people in the room staying silent and backing away from the two. Lita's jaw clenched, and she ground her teeth loudly as she faced Matt. "You heard me. I want to know how long you knew that Jeff was going to go in there by himself." She paused, studying Matt through her tears. "And don't you lie to me, either. I've had enough of all these lies."
Matt dropped his head, scanning the floor in a desperate attempt to avoid eye contact with Lita. "I, um, I knew the day we asked."
"I can't hear you."
His head snapped up, and Matt's voice rose. "The day we asked Vince for the match. After we had spoken to him and he had arranged it, Jeff told me he wanted to go in there alone." Matt hesitated, trying to keep himself calm and steady before continuing. "He told me not to tell anyone. Not even Vince knew until Jeff walked out on his own."
Feeling her stomach drop at Matt's words, Lita let out a strained cry, and felt her knees collapse beneath her. She dropped to the floor - D'von Dudley rushing forward and catching her in his arms - and gave in to the harsh sobs that overcame her entire body. "Why?!" She cried, barely able to open her eyes now, and fighting all efforts to help her to stand. "Why is he in there by himself? Why didn't he tell anyone? Why is he doing this?"
Matt turned to the monitor, where images of Jeff and Triple H in the cell danced across the screen. Watching as Hunter whipped Jeff into the turnbuckle, run to him and force his knee into his stomach, Matt blinked down the tears that leapt to his eyes. "Why do you think he's doing this, Li?" His eyes never left the screen. "He's doing it for you."
Lita wept more, shaking her head in confusion. "What? What are you talking.. Matt, I.."
Turning back to the redhead who still sat on the floor, Matt felt a tear drop onto his cheek and roll it's way down. "The stubborn fool... He's doing it because he loves you."
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He couldn't breathe.
Dear God, he couldn't breathe. No air would make it's way into Jeff's lungs as he lay flat in the middle of the ring, clutching at his ribs. That knee from Triple H had winded him horribly, and he was finding it difficult to force the air back into his lungs as he tried to recover from the onslaught.
One hand still grasping onto his chest, Jeff heaved himself up from the mat. He felt strong hands grab his hair and jerk him up, sending a shockwave of pain down through his ribs and chest. Crying out from the pain, Jeff felt his own knee being taken out from under him, sending him flying towards the mat yet again. His chin connected painfully with the canvas, and Jeff breathed heavily, the tremendous pain he was feeling starting to overcome him.
He had started out the match strongly. Hitting Hunter with many fast, early shots and getting him down quickly. A whisper in the wind had worked well, sending the bigger man to the floor in a hurry. And Jeff soon found that he had the upper hand as he worked repetitive punches into Triple H's head. But this had changed quickly, as the World Title Holder managed to give Jeff a hard-hitting suplex, which had given the Hardy a knock back.
Now, it seemed like Jeff was running out of fuel. He was hurting so much, and Triple H just kept coming at him. The Game was more experienced, bigger, stronger, and more dirtier than Jeff was. And it had started to take it's toll. Triple H now had a clear advantage over the smaller man, dominating the match and putting Jeff through hell.
Every time Jeff closed his eyes, Lita's face flashed underneath his eyelids. Lord, he was letting her down. He thought he could come in here and do this. Take Hunter down for what he had done to her. But he was weak. He was so weak... and he couldn't do it. He couldn't do anything.
As Hunter folded his legs in between Jeff's, putting him in the Figure Four, he scoffed at the youngest Hardy. "You said you were ready for this, Hardy!" He pulled on his legs tighter, making Jeff's muscles burn and ache. Hunter laughed, the same laugh he had done when he had Lita in his room that night. "I thought you were going to make this hard for me? Where's the challenge these days..."
Jeff threw his head back, roaring in pain. The pain that shot through his legs was agony, and he simply couldn't find the strength to reverse the move and put the pressure on Triple H. He couldn't tap out though. He would not go down that way. He would stay in the figure four until he blacked out, if he had to. But he would not tap out to Hunter.
His head thrown back, Jeff glanced up to the ramp. He must have been close to blacking out from the pain now, because he thought that, through the bars, he could see someone standing at the top of the ramp. He thought he could see Lita standing at the top of the ramp.
Hunter pulled Jeff's legs harder, and Jeff let out a cry at the pain, but focused his eyes more on the woman who stood on the ramp. Yes, it was Lita. And... was she crying? Oh no.. she was holding a hand to her mouth and crying. Jeff felt his heart break. She was crying because of this. Because of what he had put her through. Because he couldn't even do this for her.
Slowly, she made her way down the ramp, toward the cell. Seeing her walk towards them, Jeff suddenly found himself able to turn Hunter over, applying the pressure from the figure four onto his legs, and not Jeff's. Hunter quickly broke the hold, and Jeff worked at trying to stand himself up. He couldn't let Lita see him down and beaten already. He wouldn't do that to her. Couldn't do that to her.
Slamming his fists into Hunter, Jeff grunted with each hit. He kicked him in the abdomen, Hunter keeling over shortly as he was winded, and that's when Jeff took the opportunity to hit the Twist of Fate. Bringing Triple H down to the mat harshly, Jeff pushed himself to get up. He turned, and saw Lita standing just outside of the cell, her face streaked with tears.
Breathing heavily, and feeling like all of his limbs were about to fall off, Jeff slid out of the ring and walked to the cage. His eyes scanned Lita's as she cried, and he tried to think of something to say. "Li... what are you doing out here?" He coughed, his ribs sending a pulse of pain through him as he did so. "I thought I told you to stay with the Dudleys."
"I know why you're doing this, Jeff." The redhead cried, reaching out to touch Jeff's hand through the steel bars. "I know why you're doing this."
Jeff shook his head, his lip quivering slightly as he answered her. "No, no you don't. You can't possibly kno--"
"I love you Jeff!" A tear fell from Lita's eye down to her cheek, making a wet path down her face. She squeezed his hand as tight as she could, trying to show him how much she meant what she was saying. "Oh God, I love you so much!! And I know that you're trying to show me - that you're doing this for me. But Jeff, I don't need this! I just need you to tell me.. I just need you to be with me. Goddamnit, I love you!"
Jeff couldn't find any words. Every bone and muscle in his body ached, yet his heart soared. Tears that he had been swallowing done immediately surfaced, and he found himself unable to suppress a pure sob. He clutched at Lita's hand through the cage, and marvelled at her hand within his own. "Oh, Lita. I --"
With a sharp bang, Jeff fell to the hard, concrete floor. Lita looked down at his still body with wide eyes, and then looked back up to where he had been. She jumped away in fright, confronted with the sight of Triple H standing just behind the bars. He held a sledgehammer tightly in his grip, and a maniacal grin was plastered onto his face.
"Love you too, Lita." He pressed his face right up the bars, straining to get close to the redhead who now stood in near hysterics. "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: Always love it. Keep it coming, please!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, we're really getting into it now, aren't we? What more could possibly be in store for our heroes? Keep reading and find out!
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Jeff kept his eyes focused on the sight in front of him as he walked down the ramp towards the ring. Towards the cell. Towards Hunter. He kept his eyes locked on the bars that were to become his prison for the rest of the night. He would be locked up in that cell with Hunter, and the door wouldn't be opened until one of them could no longer move, and they would need to be assisted to the back. Jeff knew that regardless of what he had to do, Triple H would be the one unable to move, and needing help. Even if Jeff had to go with him... Triple H would not be left standing. He would not leave this arena on his own two legs. He would have to be carried out, and Jeff was going to make sure of it.
He stopped as he approached the ring, surrounded by the horrific steel bars. He paused, looking at his prison; knowing that so much was going to happen inside that ring within a few small minutes. Hell was literally going to break loose. Jeff closed his eyes quickly, and muttered something to himself under his breath. He hoped Lita would be okay. He hoped she wasn't too mad at him. He hoped she realised he was doing this for her. All for her. Because he loved her.
Triple H's jeering taunts from inside the cell brought Jeff crashing back to reality, and immediately the youngest Hardy brother focused himself on the task at hand. Glaring at Hunter, who stood inside, ready and waiting for him, Jeff slowly stepped through the cell door, which was locked behind him, and climbed into the ring. The referee Earl Hebner signalled to the officials to ring the bell.
This match had officially begun.
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"Why is he doing this?! I just don't understand... I don't understand!"
Lita sobbed into Trish's shoulder, her tiny frame shaking uncontrollably as they blonde woman held her and tried her best to comfort her. When Matt had confirmed that Jeff would be taking on Triple H alone, Lita had burst into tears.
Suddenly, Lita released herself from Trish's hold, and turned her gaze on Matt, who stood in the middle of the room. Her eyes were filled with tears, streaks of liquid already running down her beautiful face. Her breathing was shallow and erratic as her gaze bore down on the elder Hardy. "You." She breathed, hardly able to get the words out. "How could you let him do this?!"
Matt cleared his throat, trying desperately to avoid falling apart in front of all his friends, and especially in front of her. He needed to be here, and be strong for her. "Lita, there was nothing I could do to stop him."
"BULLSHIT!" She cried, standing up from the couch she sat on, her tears flowing freely. "Bullshit! You could have tied him to a chair, locked him in a room, or, or.. or knocked him out! You could have done SOMETHING, Matt! You could have done something!"
"You know that once Jeff makes up his mind about something --"
"How long did you know?"
Matt ran a shaking hand through his dark hair, unable to look the redhead in the eyes. "I'm sorry?"
Lita stepped closer towards him, the other people in the room staying silent and backing away from the two. Lita's jaw clenched, and she ground her teeth loudly as she faced Matt. "You heard me. I want to know how long you knew that Jeff was going to go in there by himself." She paused, studying Matt through her tears. "And don't you lie to me, either. I've had enough of all these lies."
Matt dropped his head, scanning the floor in a desperate attempt to avoid eye contact with Lita. "I, um, I knew the day we asked."
"I can't hear you."
His head snapped up, and Matt's voice rose. "The day we asked Vince for the match. After we had spoken to him and he had arranged it, Jeff told me he wanted to go in there alone." Matt hesitated, trying to keep himself calm and steady before continuing. "He told me not to tell anyone. Not even Vince knew until Jeff walked out on his own."
Feeling her stomach drop at Matt's words, Lita let out a strained cry, and felt her knees collapse beneath her. She dropped to the floor - D'von Dudley rushing forward and catching her in his arms - and gave in to the harsh sobs that overcame her entire body. "Why?!" She cried, barely able to open her eyes now, and fighting all efforts to help her to stand. "Why is he in there by himself? Why didn't he tell anyone? Why is he doing this?"
Matt turned to the monitor, where images of Jeff and Triple H in the cell danced across the screen. Watching as Hunter whipped Jeff into the turnbuckle, run to him and force his knee into his stomach, Matt blinked down the tears that leapt to his eyes. "Why do you think he's doing this, Li?" His eyes never left the screen. "He's doing it for you."
Lita wept more, shaking her head in confusion. "What? What are you talking.. Matt, I.."
Turning back to the redhead who still sat on the floor, Matt felt a tear drop onto his cheek and roll it's way down. "The stubborn fool... He's doing it because he loves you."
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He couldn't breathe.
Dear God, he couldn't breathe. No air would make it's way into Jeff's lungs as he lay flat in the middle of the ring, clutching at his ribs. That knee from Triple H had winded him horribly, and he was finding it difficult to force the air back into his lungs as he tried to recover from the onslaught.
One hand still grasping onto his chest, Jeff heaved himself up from the mat. He felt strong hands grab his hair and jerk him up, sending a shockwave of pain down through his ribs and chest. Crying out from the pain, Jeff felt his own knee being taken out from under him, sending him flying towards the mat yet again. His chin connected painfully with the canvas, and Jeff breathed heavily, the tremendous pain he was feeling starting to overcome him.
He had started out the match strongly. Hitting Hunter with many fast, early shots and getting him down quickly. A whisper in the wind had worked well, sending the bigger man to the floor in a hurry. And Jeff soon found that he had the upper hand as he worked repetitive punches into Triple H's head. But this had changed quickly, as the World Title Holder managed to give Jeff a hard-hitting suplex, which had given the Hardy a knock back.
Now, it seemed like Jeff was running out of fuel. He was hurting so much, and Triple H just kept coming at him. The Game was more experienced, bigger, stronger, and more dirtier than Jeff was. And it had started to take it's toll. Triple H now had a clear advantage over the smaller man, dominating the match and putting Jeff through hell.
Every time Jeff closed his eyes, Lita's face flashed underneath his eyelids. Lord, he was letting her down. He thought he could come in here and do this. Take Hunter down for what he had done to her. But he was weak. He was so weak... and he couldn't do it. He couldn't do anything.
As Hunter folded his legs in between Jeff's, putting him in the Figure Four, he scoffed at the youngest Hardy. "You said you were ready for this, Hardy!" He pulled on his legs tighter, making Jeff's muscles burn and ache. Hunter laughed, the same laugh he had done when he had Lita in his room that night. "I thought you were going to make this hard for me? Where's the challenge these days..."
Jeff threw his head back, roaring in pain. The pain that shot through his legs was agony, and he simply couldn't find the strength to reverse the move and put the pressure on Triple H. He couldn't tap out though. He would not go down that way. He would stay in the figure four until he blacked out, if he had to. But he would not tap out to Hunter.
His head thrown back, Jeff glanced up to the ramp. He must have been close to blacking out from the pain now, because he thought that, through the bars, he could see someone standing at the top of the ramp. He thought he could see Lita standing at the top of the ramp.
Hunter pulled Jeff's legs harder, and Jeff let out a cry at the pain, but focused his eyes more on the woman who stood on the ramp. Yes, it was Lita. And... was she crying? Oh no.. she was holding a hand to her mouth and crying. Jeff felt his heart break. She was crying because of this. Because of what he had put her through. Because he couldn't even do this for her.
Slowly, she made her way down the ramp, toward the cell. Seeing her walk towards them, Jeff suddenly found himself able to turn Hunter over, applying the pressure from the figure four onto his legs, and not Jeff's. Hunter quickly broke the hold, and Jeff worked at trying to stand himself up. He couldn't let Lita see him down and beaten already. He wouldn't do that to her. Couldn't do that to her.
Slamming his fists into Hunter, Jeff grunted with each hit. He kicked him in the abdomen, Hunter keeling over shortly as he was winded, and that's when Jeff took the opportunity to hit the Twist of Fate. Bringing Triple H down to the mat harshly, Jeff pushed himself to get up. He turned, and saw Lita standing just outside of the cell, her face streaked with tears.
Breathing heavily, and feeling like all of his limbs were about to fall off, Jeff slid out of the ring and walked to the cage. His eyes scanned Lita's as she cried, and he tried to think of something to say. "Li... what are you doing out here?" He coughed, his ribs sending a pulse of pain through him as he did so. "I thought I told you to stay with the Dudleys."
"I know why you're doing this, Jeff." The redhead cried, reaching out to touch Jeff's hand through the steel bars. "I know why you're doing this."
Jeff shook his head, his lip quivering slightly as he answered her. "No, no you don't. You can't possibly kno--"
"I love you Jeff!" A tear fell from Lita's eye down to her cheek, making a wet path down her face. She squeezed his hand as tight as she could, trying to show him how much she meant what she was saying. "Oh God, I love you so much!! And I know that you're trying to show me - that you're doing this for me. But Jeff, I don't need this! I just need you to tell me.. I just need you to be with me. Goddamnit, I love you!"
Jeff couldn't find any words. Every bone and muscle in his body ached, yet his heart soared. Tears that he had been swallowing done immediately surfaced, and he found himself unable to suppress a pure sob. He clutched at Lita's hand through the cage, and marvelled at her hand within his own. "Oh, Lita. I --"
With a sharp bang, Jeff fell to the hard, concrete floor. Lita looked down at his still body with wide eyes, and then looked back up to where he had been. She jumped away in fright, confronted with the sight of Triple H standing just behind the bars. He held a sledgehammer tightly in his grip, and a maniacal grin was plastered onto his face.
"Love you too, Lita." He pressed his face right up the bars, straining to get close to the redhead who now stood in near hysterics. "All my love."