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: I found this chapter really hard to write - although I'm quite pleased with the outcome. I'd really like to know what you guys think of it, so please.. send them reviews my way! I love them all! ... I'll even give you virtual cookies! ^_^
AUTHOR'S NOTE: As above, I found this chapter challenging. I hope you guys like the way it turned out... I was pretty happy with it. Anyway, read on.. and please leave me a review to let me know what you thought. Liked it? Hated it? Want more? Let me know people!
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"Someone needs to go out there."
Trish's almost inaudible whisper broke the silence that filled the locker room. Until she spoke, the room had been soundless. Everyone in the room was transfixed to the television screen that sat in front of them, gasps of horror and shock escaping someone's lips every now and then.
They watched silently as Triple H pulled a lifeless Jeff back into the ring, slamming a fist into his body every time Jeff showed a sign of regaining energy and fighting back. Hunter was making sure that Jeff didn't get up from this now... he knew that he couldn't afford to let Jeff gain the upper hand again in this match.
Hunter dropped Jeff in the middle of the ring, the youngest Hardy brother breathing heavily, his eyes closed. The bigger man scrambled out of the ring, winking at the redheaded diva who stood outside of the cell. He then reached under the ring, pulling out a wooden table and tossing it into the ring.
"No." Lita whispered, her hands covering her mouth. "Hunter.. don't!"
Lita wasn't even sure Hunter had heard her plea, until he looked over his shoulder at her, smirking menacingly. Locking eyes with her, he said nothing. Then he got back into the ring and began to set up the table, as Jeff struggled to get to his feet, oblivious to what Hunter had planned.
Inside the locker room, Trish fell into her boyfriend's arms, unable to watch what was on the television screen any longer. The small blonde took in a deep breath, desperate to keep from falling apart. Bubba Ray Dudley smoothed her hair gently, unable to find anything to say to make her feel better. She breathed into his chest. "I can't watch this... I just... it's so horrible..."
"I'm going out there."
The others in the room turned towards the voice, and D'von Dudley frowned at the man. "What?"
"I can't just stand here and watch this." Kurt Angle shrugged, feeling that no explanation was needed for wanting to go down there.
Matt Hardy shook his head, his dark hair falling around his face. "You won't be able to get Jeff out of that match. No matter if he's near dead, he won't walk away --"
"I'm not going to go out there to try and stop the match, or rescue Jeff or anything like that." The olympic gold medalist corrected. "I'm going out there for Lita." He pointed to the screen, his gaze hard and steady. "Look at her. She's falling apart out there, watching Hunter destroy Jeff. Maybe none of us can get Jeff out of that mess, but Lita doesn't need to stand there by herself and watch it."
Bubba nodded, still stroking Trish's hair gently. "You're right."
"If you're going out there, I'm going with you." Matt stated, his voice wavering slightly. He wouldn't dare let anybody know, but he was kicking himself inside. How dare he not realise how hard it must be for Lita, being out there and watching all of this happen! How could he possibly just stand in that room and not be there for her? He felt like a jackass.
Nodding gently, Kurt made his way to the door. "Let's go."
The two men made their way through the arena corridors quickly, desperate to get down to the ring and comfort Lita. They didn't speak to each other as they walked - they didn't need to. They both knew why they wanted to go down there, and that was enough.
They were so caught up in the severity of the moment, the two men didn't even hear the crowd scream for joy when they stepped through and walked down the ramp towards the ring. They were focused directly in front of them; watching Lita as she watched Triple H kick Jeff in the ribs and send him down on the mat once again.
Approaching Lita cautiously, Kurt and Matt stood at each side. Slowly, Matt placed a hand on Lita's shoulder, and the diva jumped at his touch, before turning around to see him. She was frowning heavily, tears running down her cheeks and her hand cupped to her mouth, trying to smother out the sound of her harsh sobbing. Matt placed his other hand on her other shoulder, and pulled her towards him, enveloping her in his arms. He leant in, so that his mouth was centimetres from her ear. "It's going to be okay."
She fell into him, wrapping her arms around the eldest Hardy brother tightly. She could still hear the sounds of Hunter's fists and boots slamming into Jeff's body, and she could hear him falling hard to the mat. She cringed each time she heard a sound, wanting nothing more than to stay here and show Jeff her support, yet she was finding it more and more difficult to bear witness to what was happening in that cell.
Kurt watched with sorrowful eyes as Matt held Lita in his arms, and the olympic hero rubbed her back comfortingly, unsure of what else he could do for her. He looked up towards the steel cell, and felt his insides drop at the sight of what was going on. Angle didn't like the look of how things were going in there, and he personally decided that Lita shouldn't stay out there any longer. Things were only going to get worse for Jeff - and she shouldn't be out there watching that happen.
Kurt stepped over towards Matt, who still had Lita wrapped in his arms. "Matt, I think we should take Lita out the back with us. She shouldn't be out here, watching this. Even if we stay here with her she --" He was cut off by the sound of a wooden table breaking heavily, and the three figures outside of the cell turned their attention to the men inside, and gasped in horror.
Jeff was curled up on the mat of the ring, surrounded by shards of broken wood and the frame of the table. Triple H was standing over him, breathing heavily and looking ragged, but grinning at the form that lay beneath him at his feet. Jeff's chest was rising and falling slowly, the smaller man not moving out from the crumpled mess of wood that lay all around him.
"I'm not going out the back with you."
Matt turned to Lita, a questioning look in his eyes. She stared back at him, her face streaked with tears, but her eyes shining with a hard strength. "Do you see what he's going through? Do you see all of that?" She waved her arms around towards the ring, where Jeff still lay motionless. "He's doing that because of me. Because of me, Matt. I will NOT desert him while he's out here. As long as he's in that ring, I will be out here for him."
"Lita, I really think you should come with us. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be out here." Kurt argued softly, trying to persuade the woman standing beside him.
"Didn't you hear what I said? I'm not going anywhere."
"Then we're staying here with you."
"Fine. Just don't try and get me to leave again." With the finality coming out strong in her last sentence, Lita turned away from her two friends, wiping at her eyes. She turned to the cell, and put her hands on the bars. "COME ON JEFF!!!!!" She banged against the bars loudly, trying to let Jeff know that she was still here, and that she still believed he could do this.
Hearing Lita's shouts, Hunter turned his attention away from the man in the ring, and towards the woman standing outside. He flipped his sweat-drenched hair back away from his face, and stumbled towards the cell wall. "Your little boyfriend lost, sweetheart." He let out a sharp chuckle, his breathing hard and quick. "I won. And he lost."
Lita glared heavily at Triple H, ignoring the rising feeling of panic she felt in her stomach. "You haven't won yet, Hunter."
The man let out a loud growl, and turned back towards the ring. He climbed up, and lifted Jeff off the floor, carrying him towards a turnbuckle.
The sound of Jim Ross crying out at Triple H's actions was only just audible over the deafening roar of the crowd. "Now what is he doing? Oh dear God... Triple H is going to put that poor boy through even MORE pain! Come on, leave him alone! You've done enough... you sick bastard!"
King looked at the action in the ring, then replied to J.R's comments. "You're right, J.R. Jeff Hardy is in a whole lot of trouble right now! I don't think he can even walk anymore, and Triple H - for some reason - still wants the match to continue! He's not even bothering for a pinfall!"
Jim Ross adjusted the head set on his ears, finding himself growing nervous as he watched Triple H set Jeff up on the turnbuckle for a suplex. "I don't understand what's happened between these two men. Such a hellacious slobber knocker for no apparent reason! And Jeff is just getting absolutely beat down for it -- and, OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! That superplex off the turnbuckle has just about snapped Jeff Hardy in half! There is no way that boy is getting up from that mat now! That's it, the match is over! The match has to be over!"
"No... Triple H is not going for the pin, J.R! The match continues!" King said, his voice rushing and tripping over his words, desperate to record the action in the ring. "No, wait.. the referee Earl Hebner is telling Triple H to back off while he checks on Jeff Hardy. I think he's.. what is Hebner doing?"
"He's checking to see if Jeff can continue this match, King. If Jeff Hardy can't find the strength to raise his arm by the count of three, this match will be over, and Triple H will be declared the winner."
The referee grabbed Jeff's left arm gently, raising it up in the air. Then he released his grip, and Jeff's arm fell to the floor like a dead weight. Earl signalled with one finger. "ONE."
Lita pounded her hands against the steel bars harder, trying to get Jeff to move. "COME ON JEFF! GET UP!!" She kept her focused eyes on his still form, almost willing him to move with her gaze. As much as she wanted him out of that cell and in her arms, she knew that this wasn't the way this was to finish. She knew that Jeff would never be able to live with himself knowing that he simply gave up.
Triple H stood in the corner of the ring, leaning on the turnbuckle as he watched Hebner attend to Jeff. He hoped his reliance on the ring post to keep him standing up wasn't showing to anyone. He hated to admit it, but that Hardy kid had given him more of a workout than he thought he would. The blonde man smirked as he looked on while the referee raised Jeff's arm for a second time. The kid was out cold. This match was over.
"TWO." Earl counted as Jeff's arm fell back to the mat, lifeless, once more. The senior referee shook his head slightly as he reached for Jeff's arm again. The poor boy was just drained. This was going to be a Knock-Out win decision to Triple H.
Matt and Kurt stood beside each other outside of the cell, watching as the referee raised Jeff's arm in the air once again, for the third and final time. Matt could barely bring himself to watch; his body swirling with so many different reactions and emotions he was finding it hard to stand. And Kurt kept his attention on Lita, watching the diva to make sure that she would be okay, and readied himself to be there for her if she needed any support.
Earl Hebner kept Jeff's arm straight in the air, and had almost mouthed the word 'three' as he released his arm... when it stayed up in the air itself. It was shaking fiercely, and dropping slightly... but Jeff's arm was still up in the air, and he was still ready to go.
The entire arena gasped in shock, awe and at the same time in horror. Jeff Hardy still had some fight in him, and while that was amazing and incredible to see - it meant that he was preparing himself to receive more pain and punishment from Triple H.
Hunter's cocky smirk fell from his face as he realised Jeff's arm was up in the air by it's own accord, and the stunned look on his face was soon replaced by one of irrational rage as he made his way back over to Jeff's body.
Lita's eyes grew wide with what she saw in front of her, and she spun around to face Kurt and Matt, who stood just behind her. "Oh my.. did you just see... Jeff's still there! He's still fighting!" Her eyes grew moist with tears, but her lips twitched into a small smile.
Matt touched her shoulder gently, but found himself unable to return the smiling gesture. "Yeah Li, I saw. But.. I really wish he hadn't done that."
"What? Why?"
"Because I don't think he'll be able to do that again." Matt sighed, his eyes trailing back to inside the ring, where Hunter stood Jeff up, then whipped him into the ropes, sending him flying back down to the mat with a hard hitting clothesline. "He should've just got out of there when he had the chance. He won't be able to take much more of this and still get up next time."
Kurt turned to Matt, uncertainty in his blue eyes. "But you said it yourself. Jeff's stubborn, and nothing will get him out of this match while he's still breathing."
With Kurt's words, the redheaded diva felt her knees wobble and her breath catch in her throat. It was then that she realised what Kurt was saying was true. Jeff wouldn't quit this match while he still had a breath in his body. And it was that fact that scared her more than anything else. She turned back to the ring, her body involuntarily cowering whenever Jeff was hit. She watched him hit the mat for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, and like Matt, she too found herself wishing Jeff had just let his arm fall back to the canvas.
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: I found this chapter really hard to write - although I'm quite pleased with the outcome. I'd really like to know what you guys think of it, so please.. send them reviews my way! I love them all! ... I'll even give you virtual cookies! ^_^
AUTHOR'S NOTE: As above, I found this chapter challenging. I hope you guys like the way it turned out... I was pretty happy with it. Anyway, read on.. and please leave me a review to let me know what you thought. Liked it? Hated it? Want more? Let me know people!
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"Someone needs to go out there."
Trish's almost inaudible whisper broke the silence that filled the locker room. Until she spoke, the room had been soundless. Everyone in the room was transfixed to the television screen that sat in front of them, gasps of horror and shock escaping someone's lips every now and then.
They watched silently as Triple H pulled a lifeless Jeff back into the ring, slamming a fist into his body every time Jeff showed a sign of regaining energy and fighting back. Hunter was making sure that Jeff didn't get up from this now... he knew that he couldn't afford to let Jeff gain the upper hand again in this match.
Hunter dropped Jeff in the middle of the ring, the youngest Hardy brother breathing heavily, his eyes closed. The bigger man scrambled out of the ring, winking at the redheaded diva who stood outside of the cell. He then reached under the ring, pulling out a wooden table and tossing it into the ring.
"No." Lita whispered, her hands covering her mouth. "Hunter.. don't!"
Lita wasn't even sure Hunter had heard her plea, until he looked over his shoulder at her, smirking menacingly. Locking eyes with her, he said nothing. Then he got back into the ring and began to set up the table, as Jeff struggled to get to his feet, oblivious to what Hunter had planned.
Inside the locker room, Trish fell into her boyfriend's arms, unable to watch what was on the television screen any longer. The small blonde took in a deep breath, desperate to keep from falling apart. Bubba Ray Dudley smoothed her hair gently, unable to find anything to say to make her feel better. She breathed into his chest. "I can't watch this... I just... it's so horrible..."
"I'm going out there."
The others in the room turned towards the voice, and D'von Dudley frowned at the man. "What?"
"I can't just stand here and watch this." Kurt Angle shrugged, feeling that no explanation was needed for wanting to go down there.
Matt Hardy shook his head, his dark hair falling around his face. "You won't be able to get Jeff out of that match. No matter if he's near dead, he won't walk away --"
"I'm not going to go out there to try and stop the match, or rescue Jeff or anything like that." The olympic gold medalist corrected. "I'm going out there for Lita." He pointed to the screen, his gaze hard and steady. "Look at her. She's falling apart out there, watching Hunter destroy Jeff. Maybe none of us can get Jeff out of that mess, but Lita doesn't need to stand there by herself and watch it."
Bubba nodded, still stroking Trish's hair gently. "You're right."
"If you're going out there, I'm going with you." Matt stated, his voice wavering slightly. He wouldn't dare let anybody know, but he was kicking himself inside. How dare he not realise how hard it must be for Lita, being out there and watching all of this happen! How could he possibly just stand in that room and not be there for her? He felt like a jackass.
Nodding gently, Kurt made his way to the door. "Let's go."
The two men made their way through the arena corridors quickly, desperate to get down to the ring and comfort Lita. They didn't speak to each other as they walked - they didn't need to. They both knew why they wanted to go down there, and that was enough.
They were so caught up in the severity of the moment, the two men didn't even hear the crowd scream for joy when they stepped through and walked down the ramp towards the ring. They were focused directly in front of them; watching Lita as she watched Triple H kick Jeff in the ribs and send him down on the mat once again.
Approaching Lita cautiously, Kurt and Matt stood at each side. Slowly, Matt placed a hand on Lita's shoulder, and the diva jumped at his touch, before turning around to see him. She was frowning heavily, tears running down her cheeks and her hand cupped to her mouth, trying to smother out the sound of her harsh sobbing. Matt placed his other hand on her other shoulder, and pulled her towards him, enveloping her in his arms. He leant in, so that his mouth was centimetres from her ear. "It's going to be okay."
She fell into him, wrapping her arms around the eldest Hardy brother tightly. She could still hear the sounds of Hunter's fists and boots slamming into Jeff's body, and she could hear him falling hard to the mat. She cringed each time she heard a sound, wanting nothing more than to stay here and show Jeff her support, yet she was finding it more and more difficult to bear witness to what was happening in that cell.
Kurt watched with sorrowful eyes as Matt held Lita in his arms, and the olympic hero rubbed her back comfortingly, unsure of what else he could do for her. He looked up towards the steel cell, and felt his insides drop at the sight of what was going on. Angle didn't like the look of how things were going in there, and he personally decided that Lita shouldn't stay out there any longer. Things were only going to get worse for Jeff - and she shouldn't be out there watching that happen.
Kurt stepped over towards Matt, who still had Lita wrapped in his arms. "Matt, I think we should take Lita out the back with us. She shouldn't be out here, watching this. Even if we stay here with her she --" He was cut off by the sound of a wooden table breaking heavily, and the three figures outside of the cell turned their attention to the men inside, and gasped in horror.
Jeff was curled up on the mat of the ring, surrounded by shards of broken wood and the frame of the table. Triple H was standing over him, breathing heavily and looking ragged, but grinning at the form that lay beneath him at his feet. Jeff's chest was rising and falling slowly, the smaller man not moving out from the crumpled mess of wood that lay all around him.
"I'm not going out the back with you."
Matt turned to Lita, a questioning look in his eyes. She stared back at him, her face streaked with tears, but her eyes shining with a hard strength. "Do you see what he's going through? Do you see all of that?" She waved her arms around towards the ring, where Jeff still lay motionless. "He's doing that because of me. Because of me, Matt. I will NOT desert him while he's out here. As long as he's in that ring, I will be out here for him."
"Lita, I really think you should come with us. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be out here." Kurt argued softly, trying to persuade the woman standing beside him.
"Didn't you hear what I said? I'm not going anywhere."
"Then we're staying here with you."
"Fine. Just don't try and get me to leave again." With the finality coming out strong in her last sentence, Lita turned away from her two friends, wiping at her eyes. She turned to the cell, and put her hands on the bars. "COME ON JEFF!!!!!" She banged against the bars loudly, trying to let Jeff know that she was still here, and that she still believed he could do this.
Hearing Lita's shouts, Hunter turned his attention away from the man in the ring, and towards the woman standing outside. He flipped his sweat-drenched hair back away from his face, and stumbled towards the cell wall. "Your little boyfriend lost, sweetheart." He let out a sharp chuckle, his breathing hard and quick. "I won. And he lost."
Lita glared heavily at Triple H, ignoring the rising feeling of panic she felt in her stomach. "You haven't won yet, Hunter."
The man let out a loud growl, and turned back towards the ring. He climbed up, and lifted Jeff off the floor, carrying him towards a turnbuckle.
The sound of Jim Ross crying out at Triple H's actions was only just audible over the deafening roar of the crowd. "Now what is he doing? Oh dear God... Triple H is going to put that poor boy through even MORE pain! Come on, leave him alone! You've done enough... you sick bastard!"
King looked at the action in the ring, then replied to J.R's comments. "You're right, J.R. Jeff Hardy is in a whole lot of trouble right now! I don't think he can even walk anymore, and Triple H - for some reason - still wants the match to continue! He's not even bothering for a pinfall!"
Jim Ross adjusted the head set on his ears, finding himself growing nervous as he watched Triple H set Jeff up on the turnbuckle for a suplex. "I don't understand what's happened between these two men. Such a hellacious slobber knocker for no apparent reason! And Jeff is just getting absolutely beat down for it -- and, OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! That superplex off the turnbuckle has just about snapped Jeff Hardy in half! There is no way that boy is getting up from that mat now! That's it, the match is over! The match has to be over!"
"No... Triple H is not going for the pin, J.R! The match continues!" King said, his voice rushing and tripping over his words, desperate to record the action in the ring. "No, wait.. the referee Earl Hebner is telling Triple H to back off while he checks on Jeff Hardy. I think he's.. what is Hebner doing?"
"He's checking to see if Jeff can continue this match, King. If Jeff Hardy can't find the strength to raise his arm by the count of three, this match will be over, and Triple H will be declared the winner."
The referee grabbed Jeff's left arm gently, raising it up in the air. Then he released his grip, and Jeff's arm fell to the floor like a dead weight. Earl signalled with one finger. "ONE."
Lita pounded her hands against the steel bars harder, trying to get Jeff to move. "COME ON JEFF! GET UP!!" She kept her focused eyes on his still form, almost willing him to move with her gaze. As much as she wanted him out of that cell and in her arms, she knew that this wasn't the way this was to finish. She knew that Jeff would never be able to live with himself knowing that he simply gave up.
Triple H stood in the corner of the ring, leaning on the turnbuckle as he watched Hebner attend to Jeff. He hoped his reliance on the ring post to keep him standing up wasn't showing to anyone. He hated to admit it, but that Hardy kid had given him more of a workout than he thought he would. The blonde man smirked as he looked on while the referee raised Jeff's arm for a second time. The kid was out cold. This match was over.
"TWO." Earl counted as Jeff's arm fell back to the mat, lifeless, once more. The senior referee shook his head slightly as he reached for Jeff's arm again. The poor boy was just drained. This was going to be a Knock-Out win decision to Triple H.
Matt and Kurt stood beside each other outside of the cell, watching as the referee raised Jeff's arm in the air once again, for the third and final time. Matt could barely bring himself to watch; his body swirling with so many different reactions and emotions he was finding it hard to stand. And Kurt kept his attention on Lita, watching the diva to make sure that she would be okay, and readied himself to be there for her if she needed any support.
Earl Hebner kept Jeff's arm straight in the air, and had almost mouthed the word 'three' as he released his arm... when it stayed up in the air itself. It was shaking fiercely, and dropping slightly... but Jeff's arm was still up in the air, and he was still ready to go.
The entire arena gasped in shock, awe and at the same time in horror. Jeff Hardy still had some fight in him, and while that was amazing and incredible to see - it meant that he was preparing himself to receive more pain and punishment from Triple H.
Hunter's cocky smirk fell from his face as he realised Jeff's arm was up in the air by it's own accord, and the stunned look on his face was soon replaced by one of irrational rage as he made his way back over to Jeff's body.
Lita's eyes grew wide with what she saw in front of her, and she spun around to face Kurt and Matt, who stood just behind her. "Oh my.. did you just see... Jeff's still there! He's still fighting!" Her eyes grew moist with tears, but her lips twitched into a small smile.
Matt touched her shoulder gently, but found himself unable to return the smiling gesture. "Yeah Li, I saw. But.. I really wish he hadn't done that."
"What? Why?"
"Because I don't think he'll be able to do that again." Matt sighed, his eyes trailing back to inside the ring, where Hunter stood Jeff up, then whipped him into the ropes, sending him flying back down to the mat with a hard hitting clothesline. "He should've just got out of there when he had the chance. He won't be able to take much more of this and still get up next time."
Kurt turned to Matt, uncertainty in his blue eyes. "But you said it yourself. Jeff's stubborn, and nothing will get him out of this match while he's still breathing."
With Kurt's words, the redheaded diva felt her knees wobble and her breath catch in her throat. It was then that she realised what Kurt was saying was true. Jeff wouldn't quit this match while he still had a breath in his body. And it was that fact that scared her more than anything else. She turned back to the ring, her body involuntarily cowering whenever Jeff was hit. She watched him hit the mat for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, and like Matt, she too found herself wishing Jeff had just let his arm fall back to the canvas.